#josh x yn

[jeonjaemark]

the holiday bake off || hong jisoo

content warning: suggestion of sexual themes, MDNI, light mentions of breast play, mainly fluff, i didn’t really edit the post, kind of rushed posting this today || masterlist

i mentally check down the list in my head as i skim the ingredients on the kitchen island needed for baking cookies. i bit my bottom lip noticing something was missing but i didn’t know what it was. i check off the ingredients again in my head when a light bulb goes off. brown sugar.

i scan the cabinets for the sugar and spot it at the top shelf. i press my body against the counter standing on my toes reaching for the container filled with brown sugar. my hand sways around but i could barely get a grip on the container. i huff a breath of frustration taking a mini break to strategize again. my arm reaches up against pressing my hip firmly against the edge counter when i feel a firm and warm sensation hover reaching above me

“you know you could’ve just gotten a step stool or i don’t know, called me if you needed something from the top shelf.” josh teases, setting down the container in front of me.

i turn around to face him, “now if i do that, it would ruin my hyper-independent-eldest-daughter image.”

he laughs shaking his head at me, “so what do you have planned for us tonight?”

joshua browses between the ingredients picking up each one. he quietly reads each one while i mentally checked off the list in my head again to make sure everything we needed was here.

“christmas cookie competition.”

“between the two of us? shouldn’t there be a third party to determine who baked the best cookie?” he scratches the side of his head.

“well i was hoping you and i wouldn’t be bias enough to our own cookies to determine the winner but if you want a third party to determine who baked the best then i believe seokmin or mingyu is available.” i reach over for my phone.

joshua quickly reaches over snatching my phone from me, “no, no, no. we can just do it just the two of us.”

“aww joshy, why the sudden change of mind? afraid they’ll pick my cookies over yours?” i chuckled.

“no it’s because you’ll spend the entire time flirting with them and i have seen enough of it.” he rolls his eyes. “and then mingyu will magically end up baking your cookies.”

i bite my tongue at my initial response and noticed something flash in josh’s coffee like eyes. his cheeks turn red as he pouts his lips for a brief moment. for a second i thought to myself, ‘is josh jealous?’ there is no way. he has friend zoned me so many times before. it was to the point where i stopped being flirting around him and made sure to respect his boundaries. however, the last few hang outs have felt more like dates than just us hanging out as friends.

the other night josh and i agreed to go to some christmas festival carnival that he talked about with me for weeks. i had delayed the hang out for the carnival because our schedules never matched. that night it was different.

“y/n, don’t be so grumpy.” he hissed, pulling my long sleeve.

“i am not being grumpy. i told you that i am fine. so leave me alone.”

“you know when you tell me you’re fine, it make me more worried.”

“okay, fine. if it will get you to shut up and leave me alone, i will put on the dumb jacket.”

“see, there. do you feel warm now?” i could feel his breath against my skin as he adjusted the zipper on the jacket.

“maybe.” i muttered looking away from him.

josh gently tugs at the jacket pulling me closer to him. his brown eyes meet mine and i could feel my pulse speeding against my chest. his hands slide down from the collar of my jacket to my waist. his hold firm as he brings me for more warmth. honestly i wish i could get out of this jacket. i felt like i was simply burning up under his touch. my cheeks were burning up red and if josh noticed then he sure didn’t seem to bring it up to me. he just kept his hands on me and my body close to his. he leans his head closer to mine and then ——

“what? no comeback?” josh retorts, bringing me back to reality.

“it’s not my fault for being charming and pretty.” i nudged him in the arm.

“yeah and that’s why it’s dangerous to be around you.”

“aww, josh if you have feelings for me, just say so. you never know. maybe the feeling is mutual.” i winked, nudging him in the arm.

“okay, i’ll confess.” josh runs his hand through his hair. his shoulders tense up as if he is trying to find the words. a mischief grin slips from his lips, “i think… you’re tolerable.”

i roll my eyes at him, shoving at his shoulders. “you’re so annoying. maybe i should ask santa for a new best friend this holiday season.”

josh laughs grabbing the two large bowls and spatula on the counter behind him for us to use. i connect my phone to the speaker playing some holiday music and set the timer for an hour and half. josh starts to measure the flour for his bowl while i danced around the island.

———

the timer had gone off fifteen minutes ago but josh and i were too wrapped up when it came to decorating. so we decided to get rid of the timer and just focus on decorating the cookies the way we wanted to.

i carefully pipe out a thin line onto the snowflake cookie. my tongue sticks out in the corner of the mouth as i remained focus on the details of my cookie. i examine the cookie holding it on the edge between the pads of my finger and thumb. the icing was smooth and clean and i placed it in the plate next to the other.

after some time i look up after using the tweezers to put one white star in the center of my cookie and find josh hunched over the kitchen island. he hand a few sprinkles in one hand and tweezers in the other. he eyeballs each brown sprinkle and delicately places each one along the outside of the antlers of his reindeer cookie. his face scrunch together in complete focus. i bite back a smile watching him.

a sudden rush of warmth floods my veins. the way his biceps flex under the cuff of his shirt. if he was doing this on purpose then he was being cruel. i bit my inner lip watching him as he scans the counter for something before reaching for a piping bag and icing. i cross my legs feeling something pulsing between them while mentally cursing myself.

“are you ogling me because you’re finished decorating or is it because you’re interested?”

“neither.” i hissed, moving back to my cookies.

he chuckles dusting off his hands from any sprinkles and cookie crumbs. he tries to tidy up the island putting away the ingredients and other baking tools we were no longer using. when i finished my last cookie, i helped him clean up a little. his body brushes against mine moving between the sink the island as he collects the utensils and other dishes we used. each time my body sparks to life making the temperature in me rise. i asked josh to hand me the bowl with icing so i could wash it and we start the taste portion of our competition. when josh didn’t respond after i repeated myself, i turn around finding him with the bowl and icing on his fingers. a rush of panic seeps into my veins.

i carefully circle around the kitchen island while josh stalks me like his prey, “hong jisoo i swear if you get icing in my hair, i will never talk to you again.”

“don’t give me an empty threat, y/n.” his voice dropping an octave among the butterflies in my stomach flutter.

i scream running in the other direction away from him. josh snakes his arms around me pulling me to his chest. he places me on the counter running my wrist down to my sides as he swipes the purple icing onto my cheek. i shriek at the coldness of the cream

“revenge never tasted so sweet.” he swipes his tongue gently against the icing on my face.

“you’re dead, hong.” i spat.

i wrap my legs around his waist before he could escape and swipe from icing from the bowl nearby. josh tries to fight me grabbing my wrist in the air as they try to fight over dominance with him. i tighten my legs around his waist when i feel something hard press into my core. my body apparently loved the sensation that i felt my pangies damp a little. josh tries to pin me down to the counter to prevent me from wiping any icing on him when his little hard friend to hits my core. a tingling feeling runs down my legs as pushed myself up on the counter.

josh’s brown eyes lock with mine then slip down to my lips and go back to my eyes. his breath hitched when he realized i was watching him. an unbearable tension fuels the air between us. i could feel his pulse racing just like mine. our breath mingling with one another being so close. i couldn’t pinpoint what this meant but i knew it would changes things between us. without any hesitation, he pulls in closer but hovers near my lips as if to wait for my permission. i nod my head and he leans in completely taking my lips against his. his tongue sliding against mine. i wrap my arms around his neck pulling him even closer. his hands squeeze at my waist as my fingers play with the bottom of his hair tugging at it.

his lips trail down from my neck to my chest nipping and sucking at the skin. he uses his other hand to continue to squeeze and play with my other breast. my head falls back at the pleasing sensation and attention he was giving to each breast. a moan slips from my lips making him smile against my skin.

“fuck josh. m-more.” i gasped.

josh hooks his hands under my thoughts lifting me off the counter. our clothes scattering down the ground as he lays me on the bed and gets to work.

———

“i guess we never got to determine the winner of the competition.” he chuckles collapsing onto the bed and wrapping the sheets around me.

“we can call it a tie since we got caught up in other activities. i don’t think we can be unbiased and make a decision.”

“really? cause it feels like i won either way.” he presses a few lingering kisses against my lips.

“you know we have to talk about what just happened, right?”

“which part? the cookie competition or when i got you to release seven times.” he smirks proudly.

“it was five, first of all. don’t get cocky, joshy. and second of all, i mean what are we? cause i know damn well we aren’t just best friends anymore.”

“well i wanted to ask you out on a proper date and tell you how i felt about you but obviously plans have changed.”

“you can still do that, but no sex until that date happens.” i said firmly.

“you’re going to deny me from heaven.” he falls to the bed in agony, clutching his chest.

“yes, if we want to do this right then you can’t ram me like your life depends on it. just until after the the fifth date.”

“fifth date?” he gasped in horror.

“that’s the number of time i touched heaven earlier so it’s five dates first then you can get a taste of heaven again.”

josh pushes himself up ready to fight me on it decides to think otherwise. “okay so when does this rule go into effect?”

“tomorrow.”

“so what you’re saying is i have until midnight before the no sex until the fifth date rule applies?”

“yes.”

josh hops off the bed throwing on his boxers and a shirt. i furrow my eyebrows together staring at him in confusion.

“josh, where are you going?”

“i am going to make you coffee. if i have until midnight, i need to make sure you have the energy to keep going until then.”

“you’re ridiculous. i have perfect stamina to keep up with you. maybe you need to the coffee more than me.” i joked

“keep talking bratty like that, you’re going to be punished for it anyways.” he winks before rushing out into the hall as i tossed a pillow at him.

[nobitchs-world]

If I ever get these men in my claws I will transform into the ultimate freak

[hutchersonsgurl]

Josh Hutcherson and his little “Mike” signature 😭

[skyewritesstuff]

greedy | p. mellark

my masterlist.

summary: after months of being in what you think is a situationship with peeta, you finally confront him about whether or not there's anything truly there or if you're just another girl who has fallen for his kindness and misinterpreted the signs.

pairing: peeta mellark x reader (college!au, fratboy!peeta if you squint)

fandom: the hunger games

warnings: nothing too serious. implied nsfw at the end. afab reader. sorta ooc peeta...it's mostly environmental because we all know peeta's a flirt.

notes: based on greedy by tate mcrae even though the verse at the end gives me everlark vibes. also, this has been beta read. :)

word count: 2.8k

He’s here. Are you coming?

You looked at the blue and gray text thread, Clove’s name, and contact picture with a little clover emoji sitting right on top of it. A sigh escaped you as you looked up from your phone at the fraternity house that was positioned in front of you. You’d been leaning against the fencing that surrounded the yard for what felt like an hour, but in reality, it’d only been a few minutes.

As of late, facing Peeta Mellark has always been an unpredictable situation. While he was kind, polite, and charismatic, that charisma oftentimes led to him getting entangled metaphorically (at least you hoped) with other girls. You couldn’t tell if he didn’t know how to say no, was weighing out his options, or if he was what Clove often referred to as a “fuckboy”. 

Fuck it. You rolled your eyes, stuffed your phone into your jacket pocket, and made your way across the cement walkway leading to the house. Having second thoughts, you pulled your phone back out, pulling up the same conversation with Clove.

Is she here?

The person you were speaking of was none other than Katniss Everdeen. She was the most recent girl that Peeta had been hanging around with and was simultaneously the cause of your latest installment of confusion. According to some of your other friends, she’d been friends with Peeta for a while and the study date you ran up on in the library was nothing but a platonic catch-up amongst busy friends.

However, one Madge Undersee had more than the opposite to say. All it took was one group mirror shot in the bathroom at a nightclub posted on Instagram, featuring you and Peeta in the outskirts of the photo, his arm wrapped securely around your waist, for her to send you a heated DM saying that he and Katniss had been a thing for forever and that you were coming between them.

You very quickly sent back, “Funny how the alleged ‘other girl’ always gets shit while the dude gets to slide by.” with a sarcastically placed upside-down smiley that was left on read still to this day.

A typing bubble appeared in Clove’s thread.

I don’t think so!

You let out another sigh, relieved that for now, Katniss wasn’t a worry. You walked into the house, looking around. There was a cloud of smoke in the air, presumably from various substances and/or a smoke machine, and bright lights coming from various directions. You squinted, trying to make out anyone you knew, but specifically trying to find Clove.

“Hey!” The greeting was slurred, long, and drawn out as an arm was all but dropped onto your shoulders. Finnick Odair was standing beside you, laughing at what appeared to be nothing. Finnick was a grad student that you’d met while waiting in line for coffee, quickly discovering that you two had mutual connections.

“Y/N…Y/N…you look…beautiful, stunning, ravishing…Have you seen Annie?” 

You chuckled at how rapidly his thought process changed. “Nope, I just got here! Maybe try calling her?”

“Ha,” he let out, “I don’t…I don’t know her number…”

“But she should be in your… never mind, you’ll find her I’m sure.” you grinned, shaking your head.

“Alright, sweet!” Finnick started to walk away, but then quickly turned on his heel back to you, pointing in your direction.

“Almost forgot…Peeta’s looking for you!”

“What?”

The question was ignored as he walked away, approaching another male at the party the same way he’d approached you. Peeta was looking for you? Was he serious or just on another planet from the amount of alcohol in his system?

You kept maneuvering through the crowd, trying to locate the kitchen, knowing that’s where most of the snacks and drinks were. The kitchen also usually served as a good place to wait around if you were looking for someone. 

You pulled out your phone, shooting a text to Clove to meet you in the kitchen. You stared down at the screen, hoping for a speech bubble to pop up saying she was either on her way or giving you simple directions to wherever she was located. You then felt yourself collide with someone in a way that wasn’t painful, but most definitely was going to lead to an awkward exchange.

“Oh shit…I’m so sorry…”

You were met with blonde hair and a black hoodie and then a beautiful set of oh-too-familiar blue eyes.

“Don’t be!” Peeta smiled, “I was looking for you! I sent out Finnick to look for you and everything.”

You rolled your eyes with a smirk, “Well, you might want to find someone sober enough to complete the mission next time, just saying.”

“You are probably absolutely correct…but it’s fine. Why send someone else when it’s something you can do on your own way better, right?” he smiled, leaning on the wall, taking a sip from his cup, “Do you want something to drink?”

“What is that?” you gestured to the cup, raising a curious yet somewhat fearful eyebrow.

Peeta shrugged, “I think it’s some kind of jungle juice. The base has to be Hawaiian Punch because of the color if that helps.” He extended the cup towards you, “Want to see for yourself?”

You nodded and took the cup, taking a sip. It was definitely Hawaiian Punch, and it wasn’t as strong as you thought it would be, which could either be a help or a hindrance. 

“Pretty good, right?” he asked. You nodded in response, handing the cup back to him. “Do you want me to get you some of that…or I can try to mix you something myself?”

“Whatever that is, that’s fine.” you answered, following him over to a large orange Gatorade dispenser that had the word “NOT” written on a piece of tape, stuck above the label. You chuckled under your breath as you watched the blonde grab a cup, scoop out some ice, and then fill the drink. As he did this, you took the time to take in his appearance as your brain had been busy keeping up with the conversation instead of taking a good look at him.

He was in a black hoodie with a small logo on the chest; his blonde hair falling into his face a little. He also was wearing gray joggers with his university lanyard sticking out of the pocket, falling onto his leg with a pair of somewhat beaten-up sneakers. Despite his relaxed appearance, he looked put together. He looked good.

Peeta turned back to you, handing you the cup, which you took with a smile. “Do you wanna go somewhere quieter?” he asked, gesturing to the surroundings before refilling his cup.

Your stomach turned with nerves. He probably just meant to talk, but what if he didn't? You knew for a fact that your bra and underwear were not fancy, nor did they match, and you probably had the lowest body count in your friend group. You took a hard swallow.

“...To talk…” Peeta laughed, his tone sounding a little nervous as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and took a sip from his cup. The lights well-hid the red flush on his face.

“Oh…okay, yeah!” you laughed back, watching as he extended his hand. You took his hand, noticing how he immediately laced your fingers together as he walked you through the main hallway that you’d just walked through and up the stairs. 

Someone at a distance must’ve seen you both making your way upstairs, because someone wolf-whistled and then called Peeta’s name, causing him to sharply turn over his shoulder to try and identify the person. He quickly stuck his middle finger up at no one in particular, given the culprit was never identified, and then sped up a little as you both got up to the top of the stairs.

“I'm sorry. People are dumb and make ridiculous assumptions…like I’m really not trying to…”

“Peeta, it’s okay.” you reassured him, “If Clove had seen me, she probably would’ve been ten times worse and reminded me of one of her ridiculous tips to supposedly eliminate your gag reflex that she learned on TikTok.”

Peeta somewhat choked on the sip of his drink that he was taking, laughing at your comment, “Who said you couldn’t learn something off of the internet.”

He led you down a shorter hallway to a door. He knocked twice before opening it, finding it just as he must’ve left it, as you quickly put two-and-two together that this was his room. He shut and locked the door behind him, took another sip from his drink, and sat it on his bedside table before flopping on the bed as you leaned against the wall.

You took a big sip of your drink, hoping the alcohol kicked in sooner rather than later to get some control of the nerves that were bubbling up across your entire body. You watched as the blonde turned on his side and looked over at you.

“I'm not gonna bite, sweetheart…unless you’re into that.” 

You couldn’t refrain from rolling your eyes at his cheesy line before you walked over to sit your drink next to his. Then, you removed your jacket, hanging it from his footrest. Before you could even turn your attention back to him, you could feel his eyes on you. It was like he was bearing a hole into the exposed skin on your back that was left uncovered from your dress now that your denim jacket had been discarded.

When you turned back around, he rolled onto his back with his hands behind his head, smiling up at you. “You’re gorgeous.” 

It was spoken so matter-of-factly as if he was telling you the most basic of observations…as if it were obvious to anyone who looked at you. You could feel your chest swell slightly at his words. Your instinct was going to be to tell him to stop or to refute what he said, but you took a breath and let out a small, “Thank you” in response as you sat on the edge of his bed and then slowly inched your way back onto the bed, laying next to him.

The room was silent, aside from the bumping music that was playing behind the door and down the stairs, and your eyes were fixed on the ceiling fan, watching it spin to avoid meeting Peeta’s eyes, fearing the burning blush that would overtake your body if you did.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, breaking that silence.

“Nothing…” It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the full truth either. You weren’t giving your full thought process to anything. Instead, your brain was in several places at once. You’d thought about the makeup tutorial you’d seen earlier set to the song that was playing downstairs. You’d thought about how close Peeta was to you. You’d also thought about Katniss and Peeta’s study “date” from a while back too.

“Baby, if something’s bothering you, you can tell me.” he said. You finally glanced over at him. He was on his side, facing you, leaning against one hand while the other played with his hoodie string.

Baby.

Before you could stop yourself, the bigger question tumbled out of your lips, “What’s up with you?”

His features scrunched together in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“You take me on dates. You kiss me. You hold my hand. You call me baby.” you paused, “But then, I see you at the library with Katniss Everdeen and I have one of her stupid little friends in my DMs accusing me of being a homewrecker because you have your arm around me in a photo I didn’t even post…and I’ve seen you talking to other girls too, Peeta. You do the same thing, leaning against the wall, standing close to them. You’re smiling and laughing and the girl is playing with her hair and laughing back at you. What is all of that? Am I just the one you know will answer your random texts and calls to hang out…go to the club… make out in your car? Am I some weird escape from reality like…who…”

You were quickly silenced by his lips on yours, one hand coming up to your cheek, pulling you in closer to him. It was almost second nature at this point and your body quickly betrayed you despite your frustrations and melted into the kiss as it deepened, your hand coming to rest on his ribcage, progressively snaking onto his back and then upwards into his blonde locks as he moved over top of you.

The motion of him nudging your leg with his knee so he could position himself knocked you back into reality like a harsh slap to the face. You put both hands onto his chest and applied just enough pressure to jerk him back into the present as well. He looked confused. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and his lips were slightly swollen.

“Did I do something?” 

You propped yourself up, causing him to move, rolling back onto his back, his arm dropping across his chest as he rather obviously tried to cool himself down. You sat up, looking down at Peeta, whose eyes met yours.

“You never answered my question.”

“Yes, I did.” He looked at you like you’d missed the most obvious sign in the universe, but you already knew he meant the kiss, and that was not the answer you were looking for.

You shook your head, “A kiss isn’t an answer. If anything, it just proves my point. I don’t understand you. You clearly, in some way, want me. So, what is it? Are you just playing the field…fucking a bunch of random girls…Are you in love with Katniss still?”

“Katniss?” Peeta looked like you’d slapped him clean across his handsome face.

“Yes, Katniss…” You repeated, glancing from him to the door, wondering if it’d just be better to get up and go home. You knew fully well that he’d follow you. There was no getting out of this.

“I get it. You’re hot. You’re nice. I genuinely don’t think you’d try to intentionally hurt anyone, but…”

“That’s it, right there.” He pointed toward you as you spoke, “You talk about me and my mixed signals…what is that? You go from basically saying I’m some piece of shit heartbreaker to saying I’d never hurt anyone. You do that a lot. You’ll go from dancing with me and kissing me…letting me hold you while you’re sleeping to acting completely disinterested in anything outside of a friendship. I’ve never dealt with anything like this before. Girls are usually pretty forward with me…regardless of whether I feel the same or not. I don’t know if it’s intentional…like you think it’ll make me want you more or what, but it’s driving me crazy. Other girls may want me...I don't know for sure, but I know for sure that I want you, not them. I’m trying my best to show you that…but you just keep pushing me away and I wish you’d stop.”

Your eyes dropped to the floor, suddenly hyper-aware of a scuff on the toe of your boots. Your heart pounded as you tried to process what he’d said. He was usually so confident and sure in his abilities to keep sucking you back in, but the wavering tones in his voice indicated otherwise. He was serious.

You turned back to him, “I…I like you a lot…a lot more than just a friend…which is why seeing you with those other girls drove me fucking insane. I want you and for you to only want me. I don’t want to just be some kind of convenience for you. I’m either your girlfriend or nothing at all.”

His lips curved into a smile as your arms crossed over your chest, waiting for a response from the blonde. Peeta sat up and moved in closer to you, his forehead resting against yours, lips inches from your own.

“As you wish, girlfriend.”

His lips were on yours as soon as the title was spoken, moving slowly and sensually. His hand came to your waist as you fell back onto the bed, pulling him down with you as you finally let him move over top of you. The kisses grew needier and more passionate as your hands moved to the hem of his hoodie, pulling it and his white undershirt over his head and allowing for him to toss them behind him.

The articles of clothing caught your jacket, bringing it to the floor as well. Your phone slid out of the pocket as it vibrated, going completely unnoticed next to the clothing.

Where are you?

Hello?

Oh my god, Cato just said he saw you going upstairs with Peeta. Good luck. ;) Remember what I told you about spelling your name. Trust me, works every single time.

[asacredthebread]

Crimson Desires

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Josh Kiszka x f!reader - 18+

𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚢.

Warnings/Themes: BLOOD KINK, exploration, knife implication, penetration

wc; 3581

You found yourself in a dimly lit room, a space that seemed to hum with an electric tension. The air was thick with anticipation, and you could feel your heart racing in your chest. He stood before you, his distinctive brown mullet framing his face, the strands catching the faint light like flickering flames. His brown eyes, usually so warm and inviting, now held a glint of something deeper—something that made you both excited and slightly uneasy.

This wasn’t just another evening in your shared world; tonight was different. You both had decided to push boundaries, to explore a realm you had only teased at before, and the thrill of it made your skin prickle with a mix of fear and exhilaration. Josh took a step closer, the space between you charged with unspoken promises.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low and steady, yet laced with a hint of vulnerability. You nodded, your gaze locking onto his, affirming your desire to embark on this journey together. As you watched him, you recognized the strength he drew from your shared trust; it gave him courage, and it fortified you too.

You had talked about a blood kink in abstract terms before, but now it was real—tangible and alive in the air around you. In the confines of your safe haven, with soft cushions and cascading shadows, you were ready to dive deeper into your desires.

As the first step, he suggested a simple act; a small prick, a hint of blood to awaken the senses and draw you both into that swirling abyss of pleasure and pain. You felt a flutter in your stomach as he retrieved a small, sharp object from the table and returned to your side. His fingers brushed against your skin, sending shivers racing along your spine.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, his eyes locking onto yours, searching for certainty. You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. You could see his dedication in the furrow of his brow, the way his lips pressed into a thin line as he steadied his hand.

“Yes,” you whispered, and that simple word seemed to ignite a fire between you. He pressed the object gently against your skin, and you closed your eyes, ready to accept the strange thrill of what was to come. The sharp sting was quick, followed by the warmth of your own blood trickling down. You felt a rush of adrenaline and something more—a release.

Josh’s eyes widened, not just in surprise but in admiration. He was captivated by your resolve, by the way you embraced this uncharted territory. The warmth from the small cut mingled with the heat radiating from your bodies, creating an intoxicating cocktail that made your pulse race.

He leaned in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “You’re incredible.” The praise sent a jolt of electricity through you, amplifying the sensations you were already experiencing. His lips brushed against your skin, tasting the metallic tang of blood; you could see the raw hunger in his gaze, a primal need ignited by the act.

With every kiss, every suck of your skin, the world around you faded. The intimacy deepened, the lines between pleasure and pain blurring beautifully until they were one and the same. You felt alive, vibrant, a burst of color in the muted hues of the room.

As the moments stretched on, the two of you lost yourselves in the exploration of boundaries, the thrill of desire and surrender tugging at your souls. You felt safe in the tempest of emotions, the trust you had forged illuminating the darkness surrounding this new adventure.

And there, in the embrace of your shared exploration, you both learned something vital: that vulnerability could bloom into strength. Together, you took the leap into the depths of desire, forever changing the landscape of your relationship and the way you viewed the boundaries of intimacy. In that dimly lit room, you were no longer just partners; you were explorers, conquerors of new frontiers woven together by misplaced courage, love, and the rhythm of your hearts beating as one.

In the warm, muted light of the room, the atmosphere became thicker, charged with a heady mix of desire and trust. The initial sting lingered on your skin, a reminder of your shared leap into this new realm. With each pulse of your heart, you felt the boundaries of pleasure and pain intertwining as Josh continued to explore the sensation.

He leaned in closer, his breaths warm against your freshly pricked skin, and you could see the wild excitement dancing in his brown eyes. With a low growl, he pressed his lips against the small wound, drawing a gasp from you. The quick, sharp intake of breath sent the blood rushing to your cheeks as he lingered there, his tongue gently tasting the metallic warmth. You felt both vulnerable and powerful, exposed and exhilarated.

"God, you taste incredible," he murmured, his voice gravelly and filled with an intensity that made your whole body tremble. You could hear the hunger in his tone, feel it vibrating between you, and it stirred something primal within yourself.

With your heart racing, you reached out to him, fingertips brushing against the curls of his brown mullet, guiding him closer still. Your body ached for his touch, a need ignited by his boldness. His hands moved like fire, trailing across your sides, possessing you, igniting every nerve ending with a sense of urgency.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, his voice low, almost a growl; you could feel his breath against your ear, sending thrilling shivers down your spine. The question held a weight, loaded with the promise of exploration and indulgence.

“Just… don’t stop,” you whispered, your own voice coming out bold yet breathless. And with that, he seemed to unleash something deep inside himself, the tension morphing into a torrid dance of passion.

He captured your mouth with his, the kiss fierce and fervent, a violent clash of lips as he pulled you closer, the scent of him intoxicating—you could smell hints of the outdoors, mixed with the sweetness of adrenaline and desire. You surrendered willingly, losing yourself in him as he tasted you, devoured you with a hunger that matched your own.

His hands explored, roaming beneath the hem of your shirt, the fabric slipping easily in his grasp. You gasped into the kiss as he traced the delicate curve of your waist, drawing you against him, feeling how your body responded in kind. The heat between you was consuming, and every touch was laced with a sense of urgency that electrified the air.

As the kiss deepened, the world around you faded until there was nothing but the two of you—lost in a tempest of sensation. With every languid stroke of his fingers against your skin, every delicate nip of his teeth, you felt the boundaries of your pleasure expand further still.

“More,” you encouraged, pulling him even closer, as if attempting to merge your bodies completely. The words came out like a plea, raw and desperate. Josh responded immediately, his lips trailing down your neck, following the path where blood had dribbled, kissing the warmth, licking it from your skin.

He responded with rapture, his hands moving with purpose. They found the clasp of your bra, deftly undoing it, exposing your skin to the cool air. A shiver ran through you as he took a moment to admire you, his eyes darkening with desire. You felt completely bared before him—vulnerable yet entirely alive.

“You’re stunning,” he said, his voice a low rumble, and in that moment, you felt like an exquisite treasure, a flame igniting within him. He lowered his mouth again, this time capturing one of your breasts with his warm mouth, swirling his tongue around your hardening nipple. You moaned softly, the sound of your pleasure echoed in the dim light, fuelling his fervor.

Beneath his ministrations, your senses heightened; the pleasure rose within you like an inevitable wave, crashing against the shores of your mind. You found yourself lost, surrendering completely to the tide of submission and ecstasy.

“Josh…,” you gasped, feeling your body arch into him as he continued his onslaught of sensation. The weight of your desires tangled together, each touch weaving a spell that kept you both entwined in this thrilling exploration of pleasure that seemed to stretch on forever.

With a deep kiss, he pulled you back towards him, your bodies colliding in a dance of skin against skin. He wanted to know you—every inch, every whisper, and every pulse. You felt the world pivot around you, transformed by the tension and release, by the trust that deepened with each shared secret.

And as he journeyed further into this new territory with you, you knew that you had crossed a threshold together, hand in hand, exploring the wild depths of your desires, forever changed by the intimate bond you were crafting under the flickering, intimate light of the room.

As the intensity of the moment increased, your bodies intertwined in a rhythm that felt both thrilling and sacred. You could feel every heartbeat, every whisper of breath exchanged between you—a silent conversation conducted entirely through desire. Josh’s hands roamed with an urgency that promised exploration and intimacy, and you found yourself arching into him, craving more of his touch.

“Tell me what you need,” he murmured between kisses, his voice thick with lust and a hint of command. The raw intimacy of the question sent a shiver down your spine, igniting every nerve in your body. You wanted to surrender completely to this moment, to let go of your inhibitions and plunge into the depths of your desires.

“I want to feel everything,” you replied, the words spilling from your lips as a desperate plea. “I want to explore… the pain, the pleasure. I want to push the boundaries together.”

His eyes darkened with intensity, a flicker of hunger sparking in the depths of his brown gaze. It ignited something primal within both of you—a raging fire that couldn’t be contained. With a gentle but firm grip, he guided you to lie back on the soft surface of the cushions, your heart racing as he hovered over you.

“Then let’s find out where this takes us,” he said, and the sound of his voice sent waves of anticipation rolling through you. Slowly, deliberately, he reached for the small object that had started your exploration, the sharp edge catching the soft light, and as he held it, you felt a rush of exhilaration mixed with a hint of trepidation.

With deliberate care, he pressed the object against your skin once more, just below your collarbone, a sharp sting followed by a warm trickle that sent pleasure spiraling through your body. You gasped, a floodgate of sensations bursting open as he traced the small line of blood with his fingers.

“Such a gorgeous response,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. He leaned down, his lips brushing against your skin, tasting the warmth, and the intimacy of the act sent a surge of excitement thrumming through your veins. You could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, a deep ache of longing that begged for release.

In that moment, every tension from your body melted away, replaced by a primal instinct that urged you forward. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him into you, a silent demand for more, for deeper connection. Your fingers tangled in his hair, urging him to explore further, to taste every inch of you as you spiraled deeper into this new dance.

With every kiss and lick, he brought you closer to the precipice, the line between ecstasy and agony blending into one euphoric sensation. He experimented, plunging deeper into the exploration of your desires, each movement pushing and pulling at the edges of your pleasure.

The sensations danced beyond mere physicality; it was a bonding, a weaving together of your souls, a tapestry of trust that was becoming richer with every drop of blood he drew and every moan of delight you breathed into the air. He took his time, his exploration unhurried yet fervent, savoring each taste, each inhalation of your essence.

“More,” you breathed again, your voice a mix of desperation and longing. You could feel the heat emanating from both of you, the energy crackling in the air like static before a storm. Josh obliged, moving closer, his body hovering right above yours as he adhered to your every need with a fervor that made your heart race.

He brought the object back, this time tracing a delicate line along your thigh, and your breath hitched as the sensations ricocheted through you. Your body responded instinctively, your skin alive with warmth as he drew the softest whimpers from your lips.

“Good, just like that,” he encouraged, his voice rough as he reveled in your reactions. He pressed more firmly, the sting mingling with waves of pleasure, a intoxicating cocktail that blurred the edges of reality.

You could feel the heat blooming deep inside you, igniting with every stroke of his tongue, every gentle bite. You closed your eyes, feeling your senses heighten, the world around you drifting away until there was only the two of you, lost in this relentless journey of pleasure and exploration.

As the moments stretched into an eternity, you surrendered completely—body, heart, and soul—lost in the delicious intensity of the connection between you. You could feel the impending release beginning to build within you, a powerful wave rising higher with each passing touch, each heartbeat.

With a passionate kiss, he pulled you closer, his body diving deeper into this world you were creating together. You whispered his name like a mantra, lost in the thrill of the moment as you spiraled toward the edge. The world around you faded completely, the only reality being your shared breaths, your entwined bodies, the exquisite sensations capturing your consciousness.

And as you finally succumbed to the bliss, cresting the wave that you had built together, it was with that overwhelming sense of trust and intimacy that you found yourself completely engulfed in ecstasy—two souls intertwined, exploring every inch of each other’s desires and tastes—the journey always leading back to each other.

As the waves of ecstasy slowly receded, you found yourself enveloped in a haze of warmth and blissful surrender. The world around you began to come back into focus as Josh held you close, the rhythmic beating of his heart syncing perfectly with your own. You could feel the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through your body, gentle pulses of delight still lingering in the aftermath as you nestled against him.

He brushed your hair away from your face with tender fingers, his gaze softening as he admired you in the dim light. There was an intimacy in his eyes that made your heart swell, a connection that transcended beyond the physical exploration you had just shared. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and full of warmth, filled with genuine care.

You nodded, a smile breaking across your face as you caught your breath. “More than okay,” you murmured, the weight of the experience settling in, leaving you feeling blissfully spent yet utterly fulfilled. The fleeting moments of vulnerability had transformed into a reassuring sense of security.

Josh shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow to get a better look at you. He brushed his thumb gently against your cheek, the tenderness of the gesture making your heart flutter. ��I’m really glad we did this,” he said, his thumb now trailing down your neck, where the warmth still lingered from the intensity of the preceding moments.

“I am too,” you replied, surprise mingling with sincerity in your voice. It was more than just the physical connection; it was the depth of trust that enveloped both of you. “It felt… so right.”

As you both found a comfortable position, he pulled you into a more secure embrace, cradling you against his chest. You listened to the familiar sound of his heartbeat—an intoxicating lullaby that seemed to soothe the edges of the frantic energy you’d both released.

“Do you want some water?” he asked softly, still cradling you closely, as if ensuring you felt safe and cherished. The thought of a cool drink seemed enticing, but the warmth of his body against yours was too comforting to leave just yet.

“Maybe in a little bit,” you replied, your voice still a bit breathy. Instead, you shifted closer, ensuring your bodies remained entwined. The closeness felt electric but reassuring, an afterglow that spoke of shared experiences and deepening intimacy.

The silence stretched comfortably, punctuated only by the soft sounds of your breathing—each inhale filled with the lingering scent of him, a comforting mixture of his cologne and the warmth of your skin. As your heart rate began to slow, you felt the quietude wrap around you like a warm blanket.

After a moment, he broke the silently shared solace. “You know, I love that we can explore like this,” he said, his voice laced with sincerity. “It’s rare to find someone you can share all of this with… to be so open and free with.”

You melted further into him, feeling a profound sense of connection bloom between you. “I feel the same way,” you admitted, a shy smile spreading across your lips. “It’s liberating… to feel so safe and understood. I’ve never experienced anything quite like it.”

His eyes glimmered with affirmation. “We can keep exploring if you want,” he offered, the prospect of further intimacy igniting a spark of curiosity. “But only if you’re comfortable. Aftercare is just as important as everything that happened before.”

You could see the sincerity in his gaze; it reassured you that your comfort and desires would always come first. “What do you mean by aftercare?” you asked, genuinely curious about the next step to take.

Josh took a deep breath, his brow furrowing slightly as he considered his words. “It means taking the time to reconnect, to allow our bodies and minds to settle back into the present. It’s about continuing to care for each other after we’ve given so much,” he explained, his fingers still tracing small circles on your back.

His words resonated deeply within you, the importance of aftercare suddenly apparent. “That sounds nice,” you remarked softly. “What did you have in mind?”

With a playful smile, he shifted, pulling you with him so that you laid side-by-side. He rummaged through the nearby drawer, producing a small soft blanket that he draped over both of you, the fabric a cool comfort against your flushed skin.

“First, we can share some water,” he stated, his eyes glinting with mischief. He reached for a bottle from the bedside table, unscrewing the cap before taking a long sip. Then, he held it out to you, his eyes watching you intently. “Your turn.”

Taking a sip, the cool liquid washed over you, refreshing and grounding. As you handed the bottle back, you suddenly felt shy under his gaze, but his expression held nothing but warmth. With a playful smirk he brushed a few loose strands of hair behind your ear, the gesture gentle and intimate.

“Next, some cuddles,” he proposed with an inviting grin. You couldn’t help but return the smile as he enveloped you within his embrace, wrapping you tightly in his warmth. The world around you faded away again, the intimacy of the moment filling every space in the room.

Lying against him, you savored the softness of his touch, the way his fingers found their way back to stroking your hair, down your back, working to soothe you. “You did so well,” he murmured, his voice wrapped around you as if lulling you into a serene state. “I’m proud of you for being brave and open with me.”

Your heart swelled; you basked in his praise and felt cherished in a way you hadn’t expected. “Thank you,” you replied softly, your voice barely above a whisper. The honesty in his words created a bubble of safety, allowing you to relax even further into the tranquility of the moment.

As the minutes turned to hours, the atmosphere settled into a gentle rhythm filled with quiet laughter and soft conversations. You exchanged stories, sharing glimpses of your pasts that only deepened your bond. Each moment felt like a thread weaving the fabric of your connection tighter, crafting something beautiful and profound.

In those soft hours, you both explored the nuances of each other’s desires, boundaries, and dreams—each confession nurturing the intimacy that had blossomed between you. Glances became lingering, fingers entwined as warmth enveloped you, turning shared vulnerability into reassuring strength.

Eventually, as the first light of dawn began to filter through the curtains, washing the room in golden hues, you found yourself basking in the gentle aftermath of everything you had shared. The world beyond faded, leaving just the two of you entwined in each other’s arms, hearts open, promises exchanged in the language of touch.

In that serene moment, wrapped in warmth, you realized that what had begun as simple exploration had transformed into something infinitely more—a connection you were both eager to nurture as you navigated this uncharted territory together. And as the sun rose high, brightly heralding a new day, you knew you would face it together, hand in hand.

[choerypetal]

Here me out.. shower sex with Mike Schmidt-

Shower with Mike Schmidt

Summary : Request : In which Mike might have been a little more aware that you had feelings for him all along. While the shower being the only possible room to express those feelings. Warning : SMUT SMUT SMUT

Mike's unfortunate situation required you to patiently wait for him to return from work. Adding to the difficulty, the young man was already quite stressed, and his primary desire upon arriving home was to immediately seek his bed and rest until the following day. However, today held an exception in your plans, as Mike had briefly requested your assistance in picking up Abby from school and getting her ready for bedtime. This meant that dinner was prepared, and you had a few hours of solitude in the room before his return from work. 

While Mike reveled in solitude, the newfound position bestowed upon him by Mr. Raglan proved to be profoundly challenging, especially considering the disarray he was already in. What astounded you most was not his ability to engage in coherent conversations with you, which seemed increasingly improbable, but rather his tenacity in preserving his mental equilibrium. On that particular evening, when Mike returned, his countenance bore an intricate amalgamation of emotions, instigating heightened concern within you. As he settled upon the living room's couch, he emitted a sigh of such depth and shame that it resonated as one of the most profound exhalations he had ever allowed himself.

As you observed his weary demeanor, you cautiously broached the subject, inquiring. "Long day?" Your initial reluctance to speak dissipated as you extended to him a welcoming cup of coffee, a beverage his physician had explicitly discouraged but one that he had, in a rare instance, advised you to offer if he sought to enhance his concentration. In response, he replied with a simple, affirmative hum and expressed his gratitude through a soft, murmured "Thank you." His hands cradled the cup, the liquid within steaming and exuding a comforting heat, precisely to his liking. As he took a sip, a subtle and almost imperceptible smile appeared to grace his features. "Thank you once more." He acknowledged, appreciative of your thoughtful gesture.

Seated alongside him, you graciously relayed the information that Abby had already completed her evening rituals, having taken her shower and donned her pajamas before partaking in her dinner. In your considerate manner, you suggested that, Mike was more than welcome to do so as well. A habitual inclination to depart from the couch and withdraw from the room began to stir within you, only to be arrested by the unexpected touch of his hand upon your arm. Startled, you turned your gaze towards him, an inquisitive arch gracing your brow. With his eyes half-lidded, Mike implored, his voice carrying a hint of drowsiness but a plea that resonated all too familiarly. "Please stay." He murmured, his pout lending an extra layer of persuasion to his request, beseeching you with a sentiment he was known to employ.

Initially, an instinctive impulse welled up within you, compelling you to dissent in response to this unusual demand. Your responsibility had been solely to ensure Abby's safety during Mike's shift, and no more. Yet, as you contemplated Mike's peculiar request, you couldn't help but entertain the possibility that fatigue had clouded his judgment, rendering him unusually talkative and perhaps even in need of nourishment. The inclination to suggest a small meal tugged at you, but he swiftly interposed, contending that dinner could be postponed. Upon further reflection, his argument held merit. With Abby securely ensconced in her room, serenely slumbering, Mike could, for once, contemplate relaxation. And if relaxation was indeed his aim, what better company than yours to accompany him in this moment of respite?

Though you uneasily acquiesced to his offer, an act that, upon reflection, appeared ethically questionable, the realization of Mike's superior role in your professional hierarchy weighed on your mind. The potential for his occasional idiosyncratic comments, particularly in the presence of your mother, if that were ever the case, gave you pause. However, as you drew nearer, observing the profound exhaustion etched across his countenance, an overwhelming sense of compassion enveloped you. An innate curiosity regarding his profession stirred within, yet you found yourself suppressing the urge to inquire.  As Mike nonchalantly set down his now empty coffee cup and extended an arm behind your back, drawing you closer, you assured him that you were quite comfortable where you sat. However, his expression shifted, and a hoarse chuckle emanated from him, remnants of the previous night still evident in his voice. "I noticed you watching me yesterday." He revealed, a twinkle of playful mischief in his eyes.

An expletive of astonishment nearly escaped your lips, and your eyes flitted nervously from side to side, attempting to process Mike's revelation. The gravity of the situation struck you when it became apparent that he remained unwavering, his unwavering gaze locked onto yours. Your thoughts danced between a presumption that he shared a similar sentiment and a nagging self-questioning, wondering if he had somehow overheard your brief conversation with Abby regarding Mike. 

However, a different intuition emerged, contradicting your initial doubts, as you noticed the subtle curvature of his lips forming a wicked smirk. "You truly believed I was oblivious?" He inquired, and a wave of relief washed over you, dispelling the notion that your initial impression had been nothing more than a self-concocted illusion. This encounter served as a stark reminder that, in the future, you should exercise greater discretion, ensuring that your gaze did not inadvertently linger on Mike, especially in his presence.

Your words faltered, leaving your speech marked by a pronounced stutter that only intensified the flush of warmth spreading across your cheeks, a futile attempt to conceal your burgeoning feelings. With a tender chuckle, Mike gently encouraged you to reveal your hands, appreciating the affirmation of your growing connection with him. It was not that he needed to be vindicated, but he knew that, come tomorrow at work, Vanessa would owe him ten dollars, and you would be unequivocally his.

"Shh..." He leaned in, soothing your nervousness with a hushed reassurance, his thumb tracing a delicate path across your skin, from your thighs to your plump lips. It was a sensation he had yearned for since the moment he first laid eyes on you. In the softest and most polite of tones, he inquired. "May I?" The question rendered you momentarily motionless, your entire being seemingly frozen by his request. Yet, after a fleeting internal struggle, you accepted, a shared chuckle escaping both of you in harmonious union. "You may." Your voice trembled, granting permission with a mixture of anticipation and desire.

His lips, as you had imagined, were remarkably tender, and his prowess as a kisser left no room for doubt. The intricate dance of his tongue intertwining with yours spoke volumes about his skill. Delicately, his teeth occasionally grazed the pliant flesh of your lower lip, a subtle but potent assertion of his claim over you. In response, a soft whimper escaped your lips, conveying the surrender to his captivating ways.

His hands, imbued with an electrifying touch, traversed the sinuous contours of your back before finding their way to your arse. There, his fingers deftly sought purchase, securing a subtle yet undeniable grip on you. With a swift, practiced motion, he hoisted you into his arms, a single arm encircling your petite waist while your legs entwined themselves around his, ensuring that you remained secure in his embrace. Your laughter, a melodious counterpoint to the unfolding drama, rang out softly. You playfully protested being set down, but he obstinately defied your request, his determination unwavering. In his firm yet gentle embrace, he steered you toward the bathroom, both of you destined to embark on the shared experience of a shower.

Though the prospect of sharing a shower with Mike wasn't initially a scenario that had featured in your mental repertoire, you found yourself neither voicing dissent nor wholeheartedly objecting to the idea. With a practiced gentleness, Mike settled you onto the toilet seat, his own readiness for the shower apparent. As he prepared to disrobe, you reflexively covered your eyes, fumbling for any plausible excuse to evade the situation. In response, a light, affectionate chuckle escaped Mike's lips, his shirt already having been discarded. In a swift, surreptitious glance, he stood before you, unabashedly nude. Suggestion that you were welcome to join him if you felt comfortable hung in the air, a tempting proposition.

As the steamy allure of the imminent shower beckoned, you hesitated for a fleeting moment. A silent conversation with yourself ensued, contemplating the decision. "Should I?" You whispered, a trace of uncertainty lingering. Recognizing your own need for a rejuvenating shower, you ultimately made the choice to embrace the moment, shedding any remaining hesitation.

Without a moment's hesitation, you undressed, considering that perhaps the prospect of sharing a shower with Mike was not only a means to spend more time together but also an unconventional yet alluring way to unwind. These musings, however, passed through your mind without further significance. As you calmly entered the shower room, your presence initially went unnoticed by Mike, his back turned to you. But when he eventually turned to face you, a smile graced his countenance, lending an air of relaxation to his features.

His gaze, tender and radiant, seemed to soften as it locked onto your own. "You know," He began, his voice a hushed confession that left no room for delay. "It might not be the ideal way to profess one's love for someone. But, Y/N, I do truly love you." Mike's declaration hung in the steamy air, and without a moment's pause, he leaned in, capturing your lips with a passionate, fervent kiss. This time, the embrace bore a greater intensity, laden with temptation, and his hand embarked on a sensual journey down your body, his fingers delicately caressing your breast areas. Your response was a symphony of soft whimpers escaping from your parted lips, igniting a mutual excitement that engulfed both of you in the fiery throes of the moment.

"I yearn to hear your voice, calling out my name." Mike's voice, now husky and filled with desire, resonated in the steam-filled shower chamber. His eyes, ignited by a fervent lust and passion, darkened as he reveled in the sensation of your soft whimpers, his own desire manifesting physically. His skilled hands continued to caress your breasts with a tantalizing gentleness, evoking a sensation that left you yearning for more, your head tilting back as his lips embarked on an erotic descent along your neck, branding you with conspicuous marks.

In the midst of these intoxicating moments, Mike's voice grew heavier with each pause as he spoke, laying bare his affection for you. "And..." His breath, laden with a heady mix of passion and yearning, created an almost hypnotic rhythm as he confessed, "I wish to ensure that everyone bears witness to whom you truly belong."

In a state of submission, as deeply as he desired, your fingers eagerly sought out his touch. With each caress, Mike's arousal surged, a testament to his yearning for more than just your physical presence, desiring to claim you entirely as his own. He climaxed within you, savoring the sweet sound of your angelic voice, a melodious whimper that begged for further indulgence, all while his hand firmly grasped your hair from behind. Your body leaned back, yearning to face him, its malleable form a testament to its fervent desire, eagerly seeking more and more, as your mouth reached out for his in a passionate exchange of kisses.

"Is this what you desire, my dear?" He inquired, his tone infused with a seductive allure that sent shivers of arousal down your spine, momentarily distracting you from the sensations he had in store. In that moment, all he craved was to witness your vulnerability, and Mike proved exceptionally skilled in achieving just that.

With each rhythmic thrust, you were drawn into a whirlwind of sensation, your eyes rolling upwards as a euphoric wave overtook you. Your moans, once gentle, grew in volume, filling the space with the symphony of your passion. Mike's hand, initially a guiding presence, moved over yours in an objective manner. It was as if this were merely a test, a challenge to see how long you could hold back the flood of your desires.

When his hand finally withdrew, it was as though a dam had been breached, and you surrendered to the torrents of your pleasure. The anticipation built with each powerful thrust, and in a vulnerable admission, you confessed, "I'm about to climax..."

Even though Mike had initially wanted to witness you release your desires, he withdrew, relinquishing his claim to let it all be yours. Instead, he chose to be a teasing tormentor, skillfully pleasuring you with his mouth, his face nestled between your legs, your voice calling out his name again and again as you fervently clutched his curls with your fingers.

With graceful elegance, you descended to your knees, a pout adorning your features, a silent supplication to Mike's desires. He, in response, expressed his wish to witness your climax in a more exquisite manner, his hand enveloping his arousal and guiding it with a gentle precision. As you bestowed a tender peck upon the tip of his throbbing desire, you observed his release gushing forth, an artful display that bedecked your visage.

Amidst the sensual spectacle, his moans filled the air, your name escaping his lips like a sacred mantra, entwined with a fervent curse. A solitary finger traced a casual caress along your cheek, lightly adorned with remnants of his release. Leaning closer, he entreated you to taste the evidence of your shared ecstasy, and without hesitation, you complied.

Just before you realized it, a mischievous smile graced his countenance. "You shall be mine, my dear, and mine alone." He murmured, his tone resonating with the weight of an irrevocable commitment.

"Yes, sir," you responded, your eyes sparkling with anticipation and an exhilaration that danced like firelight. He proceeded to cleanse and pamper both of your bodies, all the while lavishing you with an unceasing cascade of tender kisses. Each kiss served as a wordless proclamation of his boundless affection, a testament to the depths of his love for you.

As the warm water enveloped you both, you couldn't help but contemplate the prospect of spending more time in the showers in the days to come. After all, it seemed like a place where love, passion, and intimacy could be shared in a most exquisite and unending manner.

[saintmagx]

✨ Cruel Summer ✨

pairing: Solo Sikoa x reader, Jey Uso x reader (briefly)

AN: Literally making this for myself, so if I do ever end up publishing - enjoy I guess? 🤪

w/c: 1198

⚠️ Warnings: 18+ , swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity(if you squint), jealous Jey, toxic behaviour, bad/embarrassing writing ⚠️

doesn’t follow a specific timeline however it is more recent, total divas making a return.

✨ I love you ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard - he looks up grinning like the devil ✨

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“I dunno Trin, the thought of being recorded for 12 hours of the day, like, I enjoy my privacy”.

“Think about it as an opportunity, having the fans see a different side of you. Showing them how hard you work your ass off.”

Trinity is my best friend, she helped me out so much when I joined the WWE 6 years ago. She and her husband Jon took me into their family and helped me adapt into the crazy world of being a WWE superstar.

“Just think about it is all I’m saying. It’ll be fun” trin says nudging me.

Ever since I moved here, we have had a weekly tradition of Wednesday Girls Night, its just snacks, Chinese takeout, and movies, it’s just time for us to catch up and wind down from the gruelling travel schedule.

Right on queue at exactly 11:30pm Jon walks in the door.

“Times up ladies” he says, which is swiftly followed by two pillows being thrown at his head.

“Come on uce, you know better than to interrupt gIrLs NiGhT”

The couch beside me dipped and once again I felt the heat from the body of Josh Fatu, my one weakness. His hand falls to his side and creeps closer to me caressing the side of my bare thigh. You see what people don’t know is Josh and I have an ‘agreement’ - no feelings, just sex and friendship, and it was going great until it wasn’t, feeling were caught, specifically by me and I’m stuck between a rock and hard place as I’m falling hard for him, but I cant let this agreement end because I would rather have him this way than not have him at all.

“Spoke with Joe today, Hunter is bringing him up to the main roster, can’t wait to have my other younger brother fighting by my side”. A third pillow is thrown at Jon from the direction of Josh.

“We are twins, and you are only older by 8 minutes”.

Never a dull moment where the Fatu boys are concerned.

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First day of filming (TD Interview Segment)

Okay, so lets start with a basic intro okay? Ready, go!

The room falls silent the light shines bright on me, I have at least 6 pair of eyes on me, goading me into starting. Gosh why did I sign up to do this!!!

Hi there, my names yn, I am currently on the Smackdown roster and I am the current WWE Women’s Champion.

I’ve been with the WWE for 6 years now and I wouldn’t have survived if it wasn’t for my adoptive sister Trinity, she took me under her wing and I’ve been there ever since. As you guys know – and if you didn't know, the accent should be a huge giveaway, I’m originally from the United Kingdom, I came to the states with a dream in hand and no one there to help me through this bumpy ride. I can never repay her or Jon for the way they have accepted and welcomed me into their little dynamic. Although, travelling the world with Jon and Josh is hard work, they boys are chaotic, I don't know how Trin managed to do it herself for so long!

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Friday Night Smackdown, Atlanta Georgia, 8 weeks before Survivor Series

Walking into the arena for Smackdown I get a message from Hunter asking to meet him in his office. A mixture of anxiety and curiosity fill in the pit of my stomach. In his office I’m met with the familiar faces of Jon, Josh, and Joseph, smiling I look over to Hunter who invites me to sit.

“I got your message, what’s up?

“We have been toying with the idea of a cross brand rivalry - for Survivor Series. Now that Joe has come up to the main roster, we think the Usos and Solo v The Judgement Day would pique interest from the WWE universe.”

“So why am I here?”

“Demi is the Women’s World Champion and part of Judgment Day; it would only seem right that she faces the Women’s Champion”.

Without hesitation I accept. Hunter debriefs us on how it’s going to play out over the next few weeks. We will have to be on both RAW and Smackdown over the next few weeks, so looks like it will be me and the brothers travelling together since Trin is exclusive to Smackdown!

Gorilla, few hours later (TD segment)

Tonight, I have a singles match, however Demi has to interfere and cost me the match – thus starting our road to Survivor Series.

I see Hunter in his usual place over at the screens with his headset on talking to Randy Orton, Randy spots me and immediately comes over to me.

“There’s my favourite girl.”

“I wouldn’t let your wife hear you say that Randy”.

Randy Orton, he is exactly how you would imagine him to be, a cocky little shit, flirtatious as hell, a menace but he has a heart of gold. Many nights we would hit the gym together and training with him before his injury really improved my in-ring ability. He is another one I would call my family away from family.

A familiar scent fills my nostrils, Josh. He stands next to me wrapping his arm around me pulling me closer, as if to stake his claim in me.

“I’ve been looking for you, come on let’s go”.

I smile apologetically at Randy, he just waves me off laughing, as much as I say people don’t know anything about me and Josh, it’s not to say there isn’t rumours flying around, people have their own take on it, and that’s okay, we just laugh it off.

Trin and Jon (TD Interview segment)

“You see yn and josh think they are so slick hiding their little late-night rendezvous” says Jon

Trin sighing, “I just wish they would bang their heads together and realise they are meant to be. Think of the double dates we could finally have Jon.”

Jon’s laugh fills the small interview room, “yeah it would be sweet, and yn is already like family, it would be an easy transition.”

Away from the cameras

“What were you talking to Randy about?” Josh quizzes

“Nothing, you came in and ushered me away before I could say anything.”

“Good, I don’t like it when you get attention from other guys, just me, okay?”

“I think you’ll find Josh that I can speak to who I like”. I say frustrated with his behaviour.

You see as much as I love Josh, this, this right here the way he wants to have his cake and eat it too drives me insane. I so much as look at another guy and he is right there to remind me I’m his, yet he can look at and speak to as many girls and I can’t say shit.

“I’ve got a match to get to, I’ll see you later J.”

“Goodluck out there baby girl, not that you need it.” Before he can come any closer to me, I slip out the room and let my frustrated sigh out. How much longer am I going to keep torturing myself.  

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[yourimagines]

Hey Honey, I was wondering if you still wrote for Drake Bell/Parker? If you do, could you maybe write a Drake Parker x reader during the "Josh is Done" episode. Basically Drake is having a hard time dealing without Josh and goes to his girlfriends(reader) and she comforts him. Or she comforts him after Drake blows up at Josh(she was in the class when it happened and runs after him) Your other Drake fics were great. Thank you so much for writing about him. No pressure Love you♥

It’s a short one, I hope this is what you wanted!

I’m also writing an other one for Drake

Done with you

*English is not my first language I apologise

*Triggers: Swearing, Sadness, Anger, Frustrations and Fluff

Y/n POV

I was in a shock as Drake just exploded at Josh in our class, telling him everything he always wanted to say. "What happened between you guys?" I asked Josh as I quickly gathered my stuff. "Ask him." He said with a huff and sat down in his seat. "I will" I swung my bag over my shoulder and rushed out of the classroom as I heard our teacher yell after me to come back.

Drake was sitting outside on a curb, his head in his hands. "Drake?" His head popped up and looked at me with glossy eyes. "What happened between you guys." I said as I sat down next to him. He just shrugged his shoulders, not in the mood to talk about it. "I screwed things up, like always." He was looking at his hands as he whispered that out.

I shook my head and wrapped my arms around his torso, leaning completely against his side. "That's not true and you know it." I gently lay my head on his shoulder and placed a soft kiss on it. "He will come around, you both need each other as brothers. You share a room together so he has too eventually." He sniffed and moved his arm around my shoulder pulling me closer in his warm embrace. "I messed it up as a brother and I'm afraid I realize it to late." He was looking at me now, his lip was trembling and one single tear escaped, rolling down slowly.

Drake POV

One stupid tear fell down and she quickly wiped it away for me, knowing I hate crying. "You are not too late." I sighed and placed a kiss on her head, holding her close to me. "I hope that I'm not too late." She nestled her head against my chest and we stayed like that for awhile, just sitting in silence, holding each other.

"You know I love you, right?" I asked her after some silence. She carefully looked up and softly touched my face. "Of course I know that, I love you too." I smiled and she gave me a peck on my lips. "Good, I was just checking." She smiled back and laid her head back against my chest. "You’re the best boyfriend I ever could asked for Drake." She whispered against my chest. “I’ll do my best for you.”

[grodak4t]

so could u make a danny (scream6) x shy male reader who lives in the apartment with sam and everyone and he meets danny for the first time and it's all fluff but a lil angsty and sad cuz reader's insecure and he selfharms?

Welcome to New York

Danny Brackett x Male Reader.

I forgot you asked for a shy reader so a lot of it might not include that😭 I did go back and change it up to meet your request but idk if its enough. Hope you enjoy it either way!

(Bold text means its text messages!!)

TW: self-harm

(I also don't know if Danny is Spanish or anything in the movie. I know his actor is Puerto Rican so i just went with that so there is a few Spanish words in here, i have the English beside them in brackets. The words in brackets are not apart of the story, just there for people to understand!!)

You sat at the table that lay beside the living room of the apartment. Tara had gone to attend her college classes with her new roommate Quinn. This left you and Sam the only one's in the apartment. 

You three had moved to New York along with Chad and Mindy after the ghostface attack you all experienced in Woodsboro. The attack had left not only a mental scar, but many physical scars on you. Some by the two killers, Richie and Amber, but also yourself. You found pain was the only way to get the thoughts of what happened out of your head. It wasn't ideal, as now you only wear long sleeved shirts and jumpers, but it helps and you don't really enjoy alcohol to go down that route. 

Sam entered the kitchen, taking your phone out of your hand. "You need to get out more." she sits in front of you. 

"I do go out" You said, folding your arms over your chest. 

"Yeah for your job. I mean going out to meet new people." Sam leaned over the table. She was worried about you. You could tell. She always was. Especially after what happened in Woodsboro.

"I know I do, but it's not that easy for me. I can't interact with people how you and Tara do. I can't just talk to people normally." You explained to her. You removed your arms from their previous position and began playing with the bracket that sat on your arm. 

"I understand, you've always been like that, but you gotta break out of that shell." Sam reached over grabbing your hand. 

"I'll try." you looked up at her, smiling. "I promise" 

She smiled back, getting up and going towards the kitchen. "Actually, do you think you could go down to the store, we're out of milk." She said looking in the fridge. 

You rolled your eyes, laughing to yourself "Sure." 

You grabbed your coat and wallet and said bye to Sam as you began to walk down to the lobby. You went to the local bodega, grabbing the milk and some snacks for later. You walked back into the apartment complex, eyes glued to your phone. You were so distracted you didn't notice the man who stood in front of you. 

He had turned around to go walk somewhere when he bumped into you, knocking the snacks out of your hand. 

"Oh Mierda(shit) , I'm so sorry, let me help you with that." The man crouched down, picking up the items you had dropped. 

"It's fine, no need to apologise. It's my fault I was on my phone, I should've paid more attention" You said, awkwardly putting your phone into your pocket. 

The man stood back up handing you your items. "I don't remember seeing you here?". He looked at you with a confused expression. "Did you just move here?" 

You looked at the man. He was gorgeous. You froze for a moment, not knowing what to say. "Oh, yeah. I just moved here with my friends actually." You laughed after the sentence. 

"Oh you're the people who moved in opposite me. I was hoping to run into you guys, if you all need help getting to know the place, you could always come ask me."  

You smiled. "Thanks. It means a lot. I'll be sure to let the others know." 

"Well once you do, tell them Danny sent ya" He put his hand out, clearly going in for a handshake. 

You panicked, putting out the wrong hand to shake his with. "Y/N" 

"Y/N… that's a nice name, definitely one I can remember, especially with it going with such a cute face." He said, smirking at you. He took a pen from his pocket. He grabs your arm and writes his number on your hand. "Call me if you guys need any help or for anything else." He says his goodbyes and walks out the lobby door. 

You muttered a thanks, staring at your hand. Did he just flirt with you? He was probably being friendly, but you slightly hoped he wasn't. You began to walk back up to the apartment, thinking about the interaction you just had. 

You announced your entrance to Sam as you walked in. "What took so long?" Sam turned around from the sink, watching as you put the products onto the kitchen counter. 

"I bumped into some guy on the way up." You said, placing all the items away. 

"Oh? You finally interacted with someone? And it's a guy? Was he cute?." Sam turned back to the dishes, laughing at her small joke. 

"Oh my god Sam can you not." You said, a blush growing over your face. "And yes he was, he actually said I was cute." you added. 

"WHAT?" Sam stopped cleaning the dishes, drying her hands and dragging you to the couch, sitting you down. "Please tell me you got his number or even his name." 

"I got both actually. He told me that he lived across from us, and can help us if we need it." 

"That's amazing, oh my god. Are you going to call him?" 

You sat there for a moment. "No way. He gave me his number for help." you shook your head. 

"Oh come on" Sam's expression changed to a slightly annoyed one. "No way a guy calls someone cute and gives them his number just for help." She raised her hands on the last word, mimicking quotation marks with her fingers. 

"I don't know. I don't wanna come off weird." 

"Trust me,you probably won't. How about we make plans tonight. Tara and Quinn aren't home. We should have a movie night and invite your cute guy." She got up and went to the kitchen, heading for the cupboard that held the popcorn packets. "We can call it a greating party or something." She looked over at you. 

You couldn't say no, Sam has always been there for you and she looked too happy to say no. "Fine." Sam jumped in joy at your response. You took out your phone, typing Danny's number into it. You began to type a message. 

"Hey me and Sam are having a movie night, and she thought it would be a cool idea if you would want to join us. As a greeting party. :)" 

You threw your phone on the couch anxious to wait for a response. It took only five minutes for him to respond. You sat there for a second scared to open the phone. You pick up your phone and check the notification

"Hello. I'm guessing this is the cute guy who just moved here?" 

You sat there, realising how dumb you were to not state who was messaging. 

"Fuck, yeah sorry forgot to say that." 

You wanted to die, you were so embarrassed. 

"It's all good, no need to worry. Tell your friend I'd love to come over." 

You smiled at the message, shouting out to Sam about Danny's attendance. 

"Perfect, you can come over at around half past, that's when we're starting the movie!" 

"Asombroso(amazing). I can't wait" 

He spoke Spanish? You noticed yourself smiling at the message. You should have been able to tell from his accent. You thought to yourself about how hot he probably sounded speaking it. 

Sam handed you bowls and the snacks you had bought. "Here. Fill these up with these and put them on the table." You groaned, grabbing the bowls and began filling them up. 

"What movie are we going to watch?" You walked towards the bin, placing the empty packaging into them. 

"I'm not sure, I remember you saying you liked the Halloween series. Maybe one of those?" She looked over at you. "It is almost Halloween anyways so it'd fit the mood." You nodded in agreement,going back to the couch to sit down. 

Twenty minutes had passed before you two heard the doorbell ring. Sam turned to face you "Ohhh cute guy has arrived." She got up heading towards the door. She opened it to see Danny standing in front of it, holding a pack of beers. 

"You must be Sam?" He held out his hand. "I'm Danny. It's great to meet you." Sam shook his hand,providing him with a smile. 

"It's nice to meet you too, I have heard a few things about you so far." She began to walk in, giving Y/N a sarcastic look. 

"Oh really?" He gave you a look. You felt your heart skip a beat. He placed the drinks onto the table "I hope they were all nice things." He said sitting down in the free space beside you. 

You laughed at his comment. His leg brushed against yours and you felt your face heat up. His arm rested on the back of the couch. Sam sat down beside you elbowing your shoulder before grabbing the remote and turning on the movie. 

You all sat there in silence, enjoying the movie. Sam's jumps in fear at any slight jumpscare being the only interruption throughout the movie. "I've never seen that one before." Danny said when the movie ended. "I liked it" he added

"It's one of Y/N's favourites, he wouldn't shut up about it when we lived in Woodsboro." Sam said, picking up the empty bowls and bringing them to the kitchen. 

"Oh really? Well I know who to go to if i need movie recommendations." he turned to you. 

"Ask me for movie recommendations and we'll be here all night" You said laughing. 

He laughed back. His laugh was cute. "I'm not complaining."

Before you could respond you heard Sam shout out to you. "By the way Y/N, it's your turn to clean the dishes. I cleaned them earlier." You excused yourself from Danny. Rolling your eyes. 

"I'll help" Danny said walking over. He joined you at the sink, grabbing a towel. "I'll dry and you wash" he suggested. 

"Ok cool" You said as you went to begin to clean them. 

Danny grabbed your arm. "Are you seriously about to wash the dishes without rolling up your sleeves?" Danny looked at you with a friendly smile. 

"Oh um yeah, I don't really mind if they get wet." You looked over at Sam. She gave you a worried look. She knew you self harmed, and helped you through it when things got really bad. You gave her a reassuring look back. She nodded and headed towards the bathroom. 

"Oh come on, you don't wanna ruin your hoodie." Danny grabbed your arm, pulling the sleeve up. He looked at it, seeing the scars you had left. Some looked fresh, others looked older. He stood there for a moment. "Lo lamento(I'm sorry) , I didn't mean to." He looked worried. He was scared he made you uncomfortable. 

"No, it's um, it's fine, don't worry." You pulled your sleeve back down. "You didn't know" You smiled at him. 

"Do you want to talk about it?'' He put his hand on your back. "I'm all ears." You turned to face him. He looked worried. 

"It's nothing, don't worry, I just do it sometimes to take my mind off of things" You said, shrugging. 

"What things?" He became more curious. 

"Just past events. The main reason we all moved here is because of something that happened back in Woodsboro and I guess the events just affected me too much. I always think about what happened too much and it affects me, so I do this to get it out of my head." 

"Oh, what happened?"

"There was an attack. A lot of Sam's sister's friends died, I had been stabbed and shot in the shoulder by one of the attackers. I don't know why but after that I've always been worried, and anxious." You felt Danny place his hand on your shoulder. 

"I'm so sorry that happened to you guys." He pulled you into a hug. 

"It's fine" You replied, resting your chin on his shoulder. He was slightly taller than you so you had to lean up a bit.

He pulled away. "How about if you ever get thoughts like that you call or text me right away." You nodded. "Don't want a cutie like you worrying over something that can be helped with talking." he added 

You laughed at his comment. "Thanks. That's like the third time you called me cute." You pointed out. 

"It's because you are. You're espléndido(gorgeous)." He did sound hot when speaking Spanish. Although you didn't understand what he said and Danny must've picked up on that. He laughed at your confused look. "I meant your gorgeous." 

"If I'm gorgeous then what does that make you?" You cringed at what you just said. Flirting definitely wasn't your best attribute. 

"Hopefully it makes me yours." Fuck. He was good at this. You stood there not sure what to say. You didn't want to sound like an idiot. You noticed him looking at your lips. 

You smirked,before leaning in. You prayed that he doesn't pull away and make a fool out of you. Thankfully he doesn't, he places a hand on your cheek,pulling you in closer. Your lips meet and it feels like pure heaven. He placed his other hand on your other cheek and you placed yours onto his chest. 

Your kiss was cut short when Sam walked back into the room. "Oh shit I'm Sorry" She covered her face with her hand. You both turned to see her standing there. 

"You're all good, I was just about to leave anyway." He turns back to you. "We'll talk later. Adiós hermoso" Giving a smile before walking out the door. 

Sam gave you a supportive look. Shaking your hair as you walk by her, you head towards your bedroom. You were smiling like crazy. You couldn't believe what just happened. You looked down at your phone seeing a message from Danny. 

"Goodnight ;)" 

[1-800-black-readers-r-us]

Character ai chat is rotting my brain... might post some smut for 18th bday😭👍🏾

[imagineblogsstuff]

Imagine: they found out why you were send to earth

This will be in third person pov.

She was in her cell when she heard two guard coming in, a guard has something in his hands. She scan over his hands and she saw that he hold a box.

"Prisoner 2-3-4 face the wall" the guard told her, as she slowly turn around and she was now facing the wall. What the hell was happening.

"What's going on? Are you going to gloat me? I can't die yet. I'm not 18" She said as she look to see that the other guard that wasn't holding her put something out of the box. Wristband. Gosh. How much she hated to be tied up.

"What the hell are you doing?" This time she yelled when she saw that the guard came to put it on her wrist. She fought and fought against the guard but in the end she couldn't. So the last thing she remember from the last time her eyes were open was that one guard injected her with something. She swore one day she would beat the shit out of this guard.

When she woke up she couldn't move. Her arms and legs were tied up to a chair. And when her eyes open she saw other's people here too. Kids. Her age, what the hell were they planning to do with them?

"Y/n?" She heard a timid voice asking her next to her, when she turn to who the person was her eyes widen. It's was Octavia Blake. Her best friend since Y/n saved her. She helped Bellamy from keeping Octavia a secret. But after y/n got arrested for what she did, Octavia got too. Because the guard found out about her and they floated her mother.

"Octavia? Oh my god! What the hell are you doing here? How! Why did you get arrested?" Y/n asked as she asked every question that came up in her head when she saw Octavia the girl who she swore to protect. Octavia was about to answer when the dropship that to shake, and then after 5 minutes it stopped.

"Octavia are you okay?" Y/n asked as she free herself from the sit and went to help her friend up. Octavia smiled at her.

"I'm fine y/n. Don't worry let's go downstairs." Octavia said as she took y/n's hand and dragged her downstairs where everyone else was

"Stop!you can't open the door. The air could be toxic!" A blonde girl said as she saw a boy that was about to open the door of the dropship.

"If the air toxic, then we're all dead." The boy said and y/n immediately know this voice it belongs to the only and only Bellamy Blake. Octavia let go of y/n hand and she took a step forward toward her brother.

"Bel?" Octavia asked shy as she was now in the front line, y/n still stayed hidden.

"Oh my god O! Look how big you got." Bellamy said as he open his arms to give his little sister a hug. He hasn't seen her in so long. Try hugged and they talked until a voice interrupted them again.

"Where's your wristband ?" The blonde girl asked as she saw that Bellamy didn't have the same wristband she has. Y/n look down to her wrist only now noticing the wristband that she has on it. The one that that guard come in her cell with.

"Do you mind? I haven't seen my brother in years" Octavia said as she pull away from Bellamy looking directly at the blonde hair. Y/n could swear Octavia send the girl a death stare.

"No one has a brother!" A girl said and this time it was y/n's turn to send the girl a death stare, it's was the girl next to her so y/n "accidentally" hit her over her arm. The girl winced and she look at y/n with a confused look on her face

"Would you shut your mouth already?" Y/n said as this time she was the one stepping forward, Octavia went to jump at the girl but Bellamy hold her back, and he look at the girl he thought he wouldn't never see again.

"O no! Let's give them something else to remember you by." Bellamy said as he finally took his eyes of y/n and look at his sister who looked at him weird. She saw how his body language shifted uncomfortable when he look at y/n.

"Yeah, like what?" Octavia asked but Bellamy didn't answer, y/n did.

"Like being the first person on earth in 100 years." Y/n said and this time she open the doors, the sun immediately hitting her in her face. She covered her eyes but then put down her palm from her eyes to look around. Everything was so beautiful. Octavia stepped forward and then she stepped on the ground. Officially Octavia Blake was the first girl to ever put her feet on the ground in 100 years. Y/n was smiling like a proud mom watching her kid, and Bellamy also wore a big smile on his face. He was glad Octavia was happy.

"We're back bitches!" Octavia yelled as she pull her arms up. Everyone else run on the ground. Everyone jumped and dance around. It's was happiness all around, until it wasn't. Y/n suddenly heard two mens voices arguing she recognizes one of it. John Murphy. Her ex.

"We're just trying to figure out we're we are!" Wells the son of Jaha said as he was arguing with Murphy.

"We're on the ground it's that good for you?" Bellamy asked as he look at Wells. Memories being to come back into his head about what he did not hours ago to his dad. Y/n didn't know how it happened but suddenly Murphy and Wells were fighting.

"Why don't you pick someone on your own Murphy?" Y/n asked stoping her ex boyfriend from beating the shit out of Wells. Murphy look shocked from seeing the girl. He didn't expect her to be down here.

"You're that girl!" Y/n heard a voice yelling

"Yea! Yea! You're her! The girl that killed her own parents and then buried them. And then also tried to kill Jaha." The person said and everyone around them gasped. Even Bellamy himself. He sure as hell didn't expect that shit. Octavia face went pale, and Murphy also had a shocked expression on his face. He didn't know. So that's why he couldn't find her anywhere on the Ark anymore. She got arrested because she killed her own family. What a shock. Y/n look around and saw that everyone expect Bellamy, Octavia, and Murphy were sending her disgusting looks. With one last look at Octavia and Bellamy she left. Well that was a good start, wasn't it ?

[your-averagewriter]

"Smile for me, darlin'"

Summary: After a relationship announcement, (y/n) receives endless hate from fans for no reason. She locks herself up in an empty dressing room before Josh goes to find her and help her.

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: kissing, bullying, mention of death threats and suicide baiting but actual threats etc are not mentioned, panic attacks.

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Here I am. Sat on the floor, my knees to my chest and head in hands. I've pushed myself up against the wall in the corner of this plain room. It's a spare dressing room because one of the support acts had to pull out but we had already booked it. It's similar to the other ones, it's four brick walls painted white without any windows and a lone table stands weak at the side of the room. 

I feel the tears keep flowing as I scroll through the comments sections. The relationship announcement posts made by Josh on his various different social media: Twitter, Instagram and Tiktok. We made the posts and he didn't post anything until I was 100% happy with the posts. I was happy with them, I thought the posts were sweet and we were happy to announce it to the fans after our hidden relationship of over a year. The announcement had been a long time coming but I still had that little voice in the back of my head. What if the fans don't like me? What if they hate me? I was so concerned about the possible backlash but I kept pushing it aside. I wanted people to know, I didn't want to have to keep sneaking around and I wanted the fans to be happy for us but that didn't happen.

I scroll through the comments to see fans making fun of my appearance, my voice, and anything they could really. I open my Instagram DMs and Twitter messages to see endless streams of hate and bullying. It's overwhelming and I can't bear to look at it anymore but I torture myself anyway.

"Why does he even like her? What does he see in her?"

"He's too good for her."

"She's so ugly though-"

"She needs to leave Josh alone!"

"Why does she sound like that lmao."

They're seemingly endless and just keep coming, I refresh and there's more and more and more.

Eventually, I muster up the strength to throw my phone away from me. I look at the discarded technology with a sour face as another wave of emotion bombards me. A whole new train of thought.

What if Josh breaks up with me because the fans hate me? What if he finally sees that he's too good for me? What if he thinks I'm ugly and breaks up with me? These thoughts become more upsetting than the original comments. I wipe my eyes with the palm of my hand and I can feel the trails of mascara left behind on my tear-stained face. I run a stressed hand through my hair, moving it away from my face and over my head.

I push myself up against the wall as I feel myself slipping and tuck my knees into my chest and bury my face in them. My breathing is erratic and I feel my heart beating out of my chest. It was just a picture of me reading a book with my cat with a sweet caption from Josh. Why do I deserve to be hated? My mind spirals whilst my heart races until I hear a soft knock at the door.

I attempt silence, holding my breath and biting my lip to prevent any sounds from leaving my lips.

"(y/n)?" I hear Josh's voice from the other side accompanied by another knock. There's a pause before he speaks again. "Darling, I know you're in there…" I stay silent hoping he gives up and leaves. I love him but I can't face him right now. "(y/n), I'm coming in okay?" He pauses again waiting for resistance. "I’m coming in." He opens the door slowly and I finally blink, releasing my tears from the prison they call my eyes. "(y/n)?" He asks softly, my figure now being revealed.

He quickly moves to sit down next to me, against the wall.

"(y/n), what's wrong?" He asks worriedly and I look up to face him. My face shows the paths the trails of tears took to flee from my eyes and the shakiness of my hands portrays my nervousness. I try to explain, but all that comes out of my mouth is rushed breathing and bad attempts at words. "(y/n), breathe. Breathe, love." He says, holding my hands and simulating breathing, urging me to imitate his breathing pattern. I try and blink away the tears as I steady my breathing. "Okay, let's try again." He suggests and I nod, biting my lip to stop the tears.

"Can you…" I clear my throat. "Pass me my phone?" I ask quietly worried that if I speak louder, the tears will start again. He nods, passing me my discarded phone.

I unlock it and open Instagram first. I open the comments section on the post and pass him my phone so that he can see some of the comments. He looks at them in horror and my eyes assure him that that's not even the full extent. I take the phone back and open my DMs to reveal a whole new layer of hate. I missed them the first time but mixed in we're a few death threats and suicide-baiting messages. I look upwards, blinking away the tears as I watch his eyes start to water too.

"Are you gonna break up with me?" I ask timidly and he just looks at me shocked.

"No! Why would you think that?" He asks, desperately grabbing onto my hands. 

"Your fans hate me." I point out, voice wavering. "They've made that obvious." I sneer.

"Why would I base my opinion of you, my girlfriend of over a year, on some messages from people who I have never met?" He asks like it's obvious.

"Do you think I'm ugly?" I ask miserably looking into his eyes for the first time.

"Don't listen to those fucking idiots!" He exclaims and the volume of his voice shocks me. "Sorry, but seriously. Do not listen to their bullshit! You are the most beautiful person I have ever met and you are the most beautiful person I will ever meet." He assures me, placing kisses on my hands to punctuate his sentences.

"You don't hate me?"

"Darling, I love you more than I have loved anything in my entire life. I'm sorry but you're stuck with me. It's gonna take more than those dickheads to break us up." He says, making me chuckle quietly.

"Come here." He beckons me and pulls me closer to him, into his lap.  He sits on the floor cross-legged and sits me on top of him, straddling him. "Don't listen to them, they're a bunch of dicks." He reassures wrapping his arms around my waist as I snake mine around his neck.  "I'll make a post afterwards addressing the situation making sure that they know that what happened is entirely inappropriate and disgusting. I'm so sorry." He says as I rest my head on his chest as he places a soft kiss on top of it.

"It's not your fault," I say still sniffling as he presses a kiss to my lips before wiping the remnants of tears from my eyes.

“Come on, smile.” He says and flashes his handsome smile making it a lot harder not to smile. “Smile for me, darlin’.” He smirks and I give in, showing him a small smile. “There’s that beautiful smile I love so much.”

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AN: Why are there no Josh Franceschi fics on here?

I saw You Me At Six the other day so I've returned to my Josh Franceschi phase haha.

[skyewritesstuff]

tim mcgraw (peeta's version)

my masterlist.

entry 1 in my (taylor's version) songfic series.

summary: of all the ways the games could take peeta from you, you never imagined it to be like this.

pairing: peeta mellark x reader (set during the aftermath of the first book)

fandom: the hunger games

warnings: none, it's just sad!

notes: based on tim mcgraw by taylor swift. has been beta read.

word count: 3.4k

Peeta Mellark.

You’d heard his name spoken countless times in your life. Teachers called on him, hoping for an answer. His father confronted him on whether or not the daily tasks for the bakery had been completed. You’d asked him to go on walks with you, to teach you how to bake, and to lay on your backs in your small backyard, staring up at the night sky.

However, when Effie Trinket spoke his name, she wasn’t simply asking for a tribute; She was sentencing him to death.

The walk to the room where the blonde was being held, awaiting the impending trip to The Capitol, felt like it took days. The stares of the other District 12 residents made you feel as if you’d been selected yourself, but in a way, it felt like you had. You knew that the second the cannon fired in the arena and Peeta’s handsome features were shown on screen for the final time, a part of you would go with him. It was inevitable.

As soon as you were ushered behind the heavy wooden doors, you locked eyes with the blonde. He very visibly released a breath that he must not have even realized he’d been holding before stepping forward.

The peacekeeper’s gruff voice from behind you broke your trance, “You have three minutes.”

Tears brimmed behind your lashes. “Peeta…” Your voice cracked and his name exited your lips sounding more like a question, as if you were asking him if this was reality.

“Y/N, it’s going to be okay. I promise.”

You didn’t know whether to finally let those tears fall or to scream and push at him, hoping to knock some sense into him that this was not going to be okay. However, the shakiness in his voice indicated that he might’ve already been aware of this.

“N-No…No, it’s not…it’s never going to be okay again.” The tears began to fall rapidly and your hands covered your face, hoping to shield the boy from a guilt he had no reason to harbor.

With a delicate touch, he reached up and pulled your hands away with his, shushing you gently and pulling you into his body. His arms wrapped around you tightly. The embrace felt like all of his embraces before every reaping since you first began dating at fourteen: finite. Except this time, it was.

“Listen, I need you to stay strong for me, okay? You’re going to be on my mind the entire time I’m in that arena…and you’ll be the last thing I think of before the cannon sounds. I love you. It was never supposed to end this way.” 

This time, he looked like he was going to dissolve into his own tears that he was quite obviously fighting back. You reached up and wiped at your eyes. 

“N-No…there’s not going to be any cannons…you have to win.” You tried to force a smile to impact his overall mentality, but his facial expression remained unchanged.

Peeta chuckled, “I can’t make any promises…”

“I love you…” the statement came out weakly, tears falling slowly down your cheeks, “I love you and I need you to come home.”

“Time’s up.”

You both shared one, rushed, final kiss before you felt a strong hand on your back all but jerking you towards the exit, tears streaming down your face.

Little did you know, he would come home, but the version of you who he came home to was vastly different from the one he left behind those big wooden doors on reaping day. You both had been so changed by the games. He’d faced horrors unlike any other and you’d faced a betrayal that hurt worse than any death you could’ve faced fighting alongside him in the arena.

From the stares you got at school and around town to your mother’s now disapproving tone towards the blonde, wishing his demise at every new turn in the games, Peeta’s infamous interview turned your world upside down. You wanted to believe it was all some big scheme for the games, hoping that if they played as lovers, they’d win the favor of the Capitol…but Katniss was also a known loner. He never would truly have a chance to interact with her or engage with her in a way that would not result in him being coldly pushed away if he’d not been forced to compete with and against her.

Who’s to say he hadn’t harbored feelings for her all along knowing that they’d never be requited? Then again, who’s also to say that him mentioning you, his partner of two years, would be enough to bring sympathy and sponsors from the Capitol? You watched the games every single year. There was always at least one sob story about someone who had to get back to a significant other and that never changed their fate in the games. 

You looked at yourself in the small mirror on the wall of your home, letting two French braids out of your hair so that they cascaded down in waves. Your head was beginning to hurt right at your left temple, a feeling you’d grown too accustomed to over the time frame of the games. Between the headaches, sleepless nights, and tears, the mental gymnastics every move Peeta made in the game had taken its toll on you.

“I cannot believe you’re still going to see him. He embarrassed you. He made a fool out of you in front of the entire country, but especially in our District and you’re still going to see him.” your mother looked up from some sewing she was doing right as soon as you dropped to your knees beside your bed and pulled out a box. On top of some pictures of you and Peeta, drawings he’d given you, dried flowers, and a variety of other things you’d collected throughout your relationship was a letter simply addressed with his name. You picked it up and tucked it away in your bag, shaking your head at your mother’s comments.

“I…have to. I have to just…get closure. I can’t move on if I don’t just…figure this all out in my head.” Your hand played with the strap of your bag as your mother shrugged in your direction, still mumbling under her breath as you exited your home and started towards Victor’s Village.

Part of you wanted to see him just to make it concrete in your head that he was alive because part of you doubted the allowance of two victors in the games. The other part of you wanted to avoid him at all costs so you never had to face the conversation to come, which could lead to you losing the love of your young life.

You made your way up the cobblestone road, your eyes fixed down strictly out of nerves. You admired the different stones under your feet as you headed on, only glancing up when you realized you needed to identify which house belonged to Peeta. You knew which home belonged to Haymitch, but there were lights on in two other houses. You surveyed their appearances until you observed a barely noticeable billow of smoke coming out of the chimney, perhaps from an oven.

You walked up to the front porch of this home and knocked gently, your hands quickly flying back to the strap of your bag, twisting it back and forth as you waited. 

A brunette answered the door, looking perplexed as to why you were standing there. You took in her harsh stare, her side braid, and the wound on her forehead and took a hard swallow.

“Oh…” Your eyes fell to the ground again.

“Can I help you?” Katniss asked. Her tone wasn’t as harsh as the way she’d been eyeing you. She sounded confused and you didn’t blame her.

A laugh sounded from behind her, causing you to look back up and over her shoulder. Haymitch Abernathy stood off in the distance, taking a swig from a longneck bottle, shaking his head.

“H/C hair, E/C eyes…this is the real game right here.” He took another sip, “I’ve been interested in this since the train home.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Haymitch?” Katniss asked, looking from you to Haymitch and then back to you.

“That’s Lover Boy’s real lady.”

“Oh my god…”

“Is…”

“Wrong house…” Katniss took a hard swallow herself, looking rather uncomfortable. She opened her mouth to speak a few times, but then ultimately decided not to. “Can you just…give him this…please?” You reached into your bag and withdrew the piece of paper that you’d spent many long nights pouring into since the night of the interview.

“Uh, sure, but he lives…” she began to gesture with the piece of paper, but you turned and walked away, arms wrapped around your midsection as you felt your chest begin to tighten and a lump began to form in your throat.

You heard Haymitch call something out from behind you as you picked up your pace and exited Victor’s Village. You felt stupid. You should’ve just gone next door and either given Peeta a piece of your mind, tried to talk this whole situation out, or just slid the letter in the mail slot on the door and continued on home.

Who knows if Katniss will ever actually give him that letter, especially if she’s harboring some kind of feelings towards him that she wants to make sure stays locked down. You let out a long sigh and then quickly changed your direction. You weren’t ready to go home and face the cruel commentary your mother would spew the second you stepped onto the threshold of the house. 

Instead, you went to your backyard, staying out of the way of the windows so that you couldn’t be seen. You sat your bag on the ground and stared up at the sky. The sun was just starting to set and it was turning the beautiful shade of orange that Peeta loved and would try to capture with his paints. The lone thought caused your chest to ache and tears to well up in your eyes again. Except this time, you allowed them to fall.

As you looked up into that orange sky, you began to recite the letter to yourself internally despite the thoughts being placed out in the open the second you turned the piece of paper over into Katniss’ hand.

Peeta,

I don’t know what to say. I needed you to come home, but not like this. I’m glad you’re alive. I will always be glad that you’re alive, but why her? You looked at Flickerman and thought before you spoke. You could’ve talked about me and you didn’t. Maybe it was a strategy. Maybe you took this as your chance to finally address feelings you’d harbored for Katniss. I don’t know, and I guess I’ll never know. Regardless of what the reason is, I want you to be as happy as you can be as a victor coming out of the games and if that’s with Katniss, then it’s with Katniss. I’ve never been one to care about the opinions of others, but when you have grown adults making fun of the fact that your boyfriend left you the second he could and commenting in passing about how you left and then used the games as a matchmaking service…I’d look like a fool to ever be seen holding your hand in public again, even if I want nothing more than to do just that.

I will forever be proud of you for what you accomplished. You fought so well and demonstrated your abilities physically, artistically, and mentally in the arena, but what you said in your interview was so shortsighted and rash that I don’t feel it’s something you and I can come back from. I don’t know if I’d ever be able to lay next to you again without wondering what was truly going on in your head in those few seconds of hesitation before you began to profess your love to Katniss.

I love you, Peeta and I will always love you…and I thought you loved me. I just hope that you don’t harbor any negative feelings towards me when you read this. Know that this was not a sudden decision and that it took the entirety of the games to finish because it was something I never thought I’d write. I hope that when you think of the time we spent together, it’s a positive memory and that you can hold them near and dear to you even though Katniss is now in your life. I know that happiness, for me, will at least for now be laying under the stars with you and dreaming of a day that we don’t have to worry about our names being pulled out of those bowls. You’d tell me how beautiful my eyes were and how you never wanted the sun to come up so you could stay in that particular moment forever. You will always be my first love and there will always be a place for you in my heart. I hope your future is as safe and as happy as you dreamed it would be.

Yours,

Y/N

You didn’t even know at what point that you’d began to cry even harder. All you knew was that you could feel a draft on your face and the moisture had dripped onto the top of your shirt. You’d started grieving him the night of the reaping, fearing he would not return. However, the actual grieving process began the night of the interview, knowing that even if he returned, he may never actually return to you. Everything had only begun to come to a head in the grass that night as the sun went down behind Sherbert skies and the void of the night sky took over your vision.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t hear footsteps coming up from your left side. It was only when you heard a familiar voice say your name that you sat up and turned around, a delayed gasp escaping your lips.

“Peeta?!” You looked at him and took him in in the virtually non-existent light. You couldn’t make out much about his appearance aside from his white shirt and the familiar piece of white paper in his hand.

“I…I…” he looked unsettled, scared even, “I can explain everything, but not here.”

“What?”

“Meet me back in Victor’s Village in an hour. Don’t let anyone see you.”

Something in his tone made your anxiety spike. Your heart was pounding and your stomach was turning. Whatever was happening was not good.

You hesitated before agreeing to meet him, watching as he turned and headed back in the opposite direction. You walked back around the front and entered your house.

“So, what pathetic excuse did he give you?” your mother asked.

You shrugged, “He wasn’t home. Haymitch said he’d be back in a little while, so I’m going to go back…”

“This is entirely too much effort for the boy that just decided to throw away two years with you on television.”

“He…” 

You fell quiet. You couldn’t even think of any explanation for Peeta’s behavior, but you hoped to have one soon. You walked back to Victor’s Village around forty-five minutes later, your heart pounding in your chest. What had him acting so timid and scared? This wasn’t like him at all.

You stepped up on his front porch and knocked on the door only for him to answer it almost immediately and let you inside.

“Peeta, what the hell is going on?” You couldn’t stop the thought from coming out. You were truly at wit's end and you just wanted answers. Your eyes fell on the boy. His face crumbled slightly.

“I…We…” he looked away, staring at the floor and then back up at you, “We can’t be together anymore. I’m so sorry.”

You sighed, your throat feeling tight again, “I…I figured, but…like…were you always interested in Katniss or?”

He shook his head, “I was never interested in Katniss. I’m not interested in her now. Y/N, I’m in love with you. I want you so fucking bad, but, I can’t…they’ll…they’ll hurt you. If they found out it’s all a lie, we’d all die.”

You stepped closer to the blonde as his face flushed and tears began to spill from the corners of his eyes, “Peeta, baby, what are you talking about?”

You reached up to wipe his tears and he leaned into your touch ever-so-slightly, “I lied about Katniss because I wanted to gain us sponsors and I just… wanted to try and get out of there…and we did, but Katniss told me that the Capitol is suspicious of us and that if we’re not selling this…we’re going to die and if I stay with you and get caught…they’ll just kill you to get you out of the way. It’s not safe for you to be around me anymore. I love you and I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you.”

You took a hard swallow as you tried to process what he was saying. He was now trapped in a fake relationship with Katniss or else the Capitol is going to kill the both of them and possibly anyone they love. You tried to find words, but there were none. What is there to say to that?

“I’m so sorry. I fucked up and I’m so fucking sorry.” He reached up and brushed a piece of hair out of your eyes.

“You…didn’t. You did what you had to to survive. You kept your promise to me…” You said softly, your voice still shaking through each word, “It was just..never supposed to end like this.”

“I know.” He said solemnly, “I wanted to come home, move into this house, and let you come over whenever you wanted until you eventually moved in. I wanted to protect you for the next two years…giving your family bread and money and whatever to keep you from having to put your name in that bowl any more than it has to be. I wanted to marry you…and maybe one day, when it’s safer, we can…but…until then, I can’t risk it. If we keep this up and the Capitol catches wind of it, you’ll be reaped next year, no questions about it.”

“It’s a quarter quell…”

“It doesn’t matter! In my eyes, that makes it even more dangerous because, for all we know, they could eliminate the one male, one female rule and put you and Prim, Katniss’ sister in there.” He was momentarily silent, “I cannot mentor you and then watch you die.”

“We could run…”

“We won’t make it but a little bit past the gate. There’s Peacekeepers everywhere.”

“Then we die together.”

His face grew stern, “I am not watching you die.”

Your bottom lip quivered, “If it’s ever safe again, will you come back to me?”

“There’s no coming back. I will always be yours.” He reached down and took your hands in his, placing a kiss on your knuckles, “But if that time ever comes…then, yeah…I promise…and that’s one I know I can keep.” 

“I’m going to miss you forever.” she said, “I never thought that this was how the games would take you from me.”

“I know…but…just don’t forget about me, okay? Even if you move on..”

“I could never forget about you…even if I wanted to…I’d always think about you.”

With that, he leaned in and pressed one last kiss to your lips, pouring the feelings he’d expressed to you countless times over the last two years into it, his hands cupping your face gently as your hands went to his waist. It was the kiss that you should’ve shared after the reaping and the first kiss you’d shared since he’d been home…except this time, the kiss was your last.

It's hard not to find it all a little bittersweet

And lookin' back on all of that, it's nice to believe…

[asacredthebread]

Sounds Of Serenity •☽────✧˖°˖☆˖°˖✧────☾•

Sam Kiszka x Reader "𝚆𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚂𝚊𝚖'𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍. 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚎." Warnings/Themes: Piano Sam, Sweet Dog Dad Sam WC; 1185

You woke suddenly, the darkness surrounding you thick and heavy. The room was shrouded in a blanket of stillness, and as you blinked against the shadows, disorientation settled in. You turned over in bed, expecting to find Sam beside you. The absence of his warmth startled you; the sheets were cool where he should have been.

For a moment, you lay there, silence deepening your confusion. You could feel the subtle weight of your heart quickening as you scanned the room, looking for any sign of him. The familiar sounds of the night—the soft rustling of Rose moving in her sleep and the distant hum of the city outside—seemed muted, almost as if the world had paused.

Then, you heard it. A melody floated through the thick air, soft yet insistent, a tune you recognized immediately as something Sam would play. It wrapped around you, tugging at the edges of your consciousness, beckoning you to uncover its source.

Pushing the covers aside, you swung your legs over the side of the bed, feeling the coolness of the floor beneath your feet. You didn’t want to disturb the tranquil rhythm of the night, but the music stirred something in you, a mixture of concern and curiosity. Why was he up playing the piano in the middle of the night?

With deliberate steps, you ventured down the shadowy hallway, each footfall a soft whisper against the floorboards. The melody grew stronger with every step, cascading through the air like a gentle wave. It was both comforting and haunting, a sound that filled the home you shared with him.

As you approached the living room, you caught sight of Rose curled up near the piano. Her ears perked up at the sound, her body as still as a statue as she watched Sam with adoring eyes. He sat at the instrument, his long brown hair cascading forward, obscuring part of his face as he lost himself to the music.

You paused at the doorway, captivated by the sight of him—his brow furrowed in concentration, fingers dancing gracefully across the keys. The way he moved was mesmerizing, each note spilling forth as he conjured emotions from the depths of his soul. There was something magical about watching him lose himself in that moment, as if he were casting spells with the notes he played.

A warmth spread in your chest, a mixture of love and longing, as you realized how much you adored this side of him, his vulnerability laid bare through his music. It felt both intimate and profound, as if you were witnessing a part of him that very few had the chance to see.

“Sammy?” you called softly, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

He turned his head, the movement causing a tendril of hair to fall away from his face, revealing those deep brown eyes that always seemed to pierce into the depths of your being. A gentle smile broke across his lips, transforming his expression, as he interrupted the sonorous flow of music.

“Hey, you’re awake,” he replied, his voice low and melodic, wrapping around you like a comforting blanket.

Feeling a mix of relief and curiosity, you stepped closer to him, drawn to the sound and the man behind it. “I didn’t find you in bed... I thought—”

He chuckled softly, casting a glance back at the piano before meeting your gaze once more. “I couldn’t sleep. I needed to play.”

Nodding, you settled onto the couch, resting your elbows on your knees as you watched him intently. The atmosphere in the room shifted, filled with a blend of anticipation and serenity. Sam returned to the piano, his fingers gliding over the keys once more as he resumed the gentle melody. It enveloped you, wrapping around your heart like a warm embrace.

As he played, you took in the scene around you—the way the dim light illuminated the contours of his face, the soft rise and fall of his shoulders as he leaned into the music. Each note resonated deep within you, awakening emotions you didn’t know were lying dormant. The music felt like a conversation, a bridge connecting your hearts in the stillness of the night.

Rose shifted, her head rising as she let out a soft sigh, moving closer to Sam. The dog’s affection was palpable, a reflection of the bond that tied you all together. Sam reached down to scratch behind her ears, and that simple gesture seemed to deepen the warmth in the room. You smiled at the sight—this was the essence of your little family, a trio woven together by love.

“What are you playing?” you inquired, genuinely curious.

He paused, looking up at you with that same soft smile. “Something new. Just feeling it out.”

Your heart swelled. Sam had a gift for transforming the feelings hidden deep within into beautiful, moving melodies. It was one of the things you admired most about him, that his music somehow captured the experiences and emotions of both of you, threading them together in an intimate tapestry.

“Can you play something for me?” you asked, a playful lilt in your voice. “Maybe something we can dance to?”

His smile widened, and you watched as a twinkle sparked in his eyes. “How about this?” He began playing again, this time shifting into a more upbeat tune, fingers flying across the keys with a flourish. Laughter bubbled up inside you, filling the room with a new energy, as you couldn’t help but sway, letting the music carry you.

You got up from the couch and moved closer, your body instinctively responding to the rhythm he created. Sam grinned, the spark in his eyes igniting as he watched you dance. It was a simple moment—two people caught up in the music, a dog watching with sleepy affection—but it felt monumental in its beauty.

Time seemed to stretch, the outside world fading away as you and Sam lost yourselves in the moment. His laughter mingled with the piano’s lively notes, filling the space around you with joy. You could feel the connection between you strengthen, each note binding your souls closer together.

Eventually, the music tapered off, leaving behind a gentle hum in the air. Sam looked at you, breathless and gleaming with joy. “You were amazing,” he said, his voice deep and sincere.

You beamed back at him. “You were the one playing,” you replied playfully, before your heart shifted once again into something softer, more intimate. “I wasn’t sure why you left the bed... but I’m glad I followed you.”

He reached out, taking your hand into his, fingers interlacing effortlessly. “Sometimes, I just need to escape into the music for a bit. But I’m glad you’re here now.”

In that moment, everything fell perfectly into place. Wrapped up in the glow of the piano’s soft light and the lingering notes of your shared laughter, you were reminded of the deep love anchoring you to each other, echoed in the rhythm of the night. The world outside could wait for dawn; for now, it was just you, Sam, and the music.

[ghostfacd]

DISGUSTINGLY INLOVE | TOM BLYTH

PAIRING. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader

SUMMARY. in which you and tom have finally revealed your relationship!

AUTHOR NOTE. another one cause y’all seemed to love the first part. can be read as a stand-alone but you should check out first part bc it’s pretty awesome 😏 OH AND here is third part!

ynuser so excited to announce that the ballad of songbirds and snakes is available in theatres NOW! it was definitely such a rollercoaster of emotions and so fun and exciting to be able to play balleona laurent, a crazy, power and love infatuated teenage girl from the academy. i want to thank all my costars, they really are amazing and helped me throughout the entire movie!

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user1 you really brought balleona to life girly! i pictured her exactly how you made her to be

➥ ynuser oh im crying this means so much 😭😭

➥ user1 you deserve all the recognition and love!!!

tomblyth fave villain

➥ user2 get out they’re so cute

user3 inlove with the way you sang, literal chills

jenniferlawrence you’ll never take my spot!! 🧐🧐 (all jokes aside, you did AMAZING.)

➥ ynuser HAHHA i love you, so grateful i was able to meet you the other day!!

rachelzegler round of applause to us !!!

tomblyth coryo, janus, leona, and lucy gray behind the scenes 🎬

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user4 everyone say thank you tom for feeding us with yn, rachel and josh content!

ynuser really had to do me like that

➥ tomblyth wdym you’re so pretty, i love u in this pic

➥ user5 hello?? his response. 😪😪 im crying

user6 bye rachel looks so done in first pic

user7 their friendship :(

ilovetomblyth everyone getting nicknames and then there’s just lucy gray HAHAH

➥ rachelzegler very hard to give lucy a nickname 🤕

➥ ilovetomblyth OMG RACHEL ILY

lionsgate new behind the scenes interview with our favorite people, rachel zegler, tom blyth, and yn avocot!

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tomblythswife girlies after seeing the way tom looks and talks about yn

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user9 bro looked at her like she is the love of his life I’m done

user10 “babe, im literally from the UK” STOPPP THEYRE TOO CUTE 😭😭😭

user11 she LISTENED TO LONDON BOY WHEN SHE FIRST MET HIM 💔💔💔💔💔💔😔

ilovetomblyth literally felt it in my guts

user12 when the credits rolled and you can hear tom saying “she’s like the sun and more.” GOSH.

ynuser carpet ready 😵‍💫

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tomblyth 😚😚

user8 THE LAST PIC?

iloveyn oh gosh they’re so 💔💔

rachelzegler enougghhh

➥ ynuser oh shh as if this isn’t u and josh

➥ joshandresrivera cruel yn, cruel. (true tho!)

tomholland so pretty!

➥ tomblyth im the only tom she needs in her life btw

➥ yndaily EXCUSE ME HELLO