#just to wash it out and complain you had to double wash your hair

[ricky-olson]

I’m begging straight haired girlies on tiktok to learn their hair type and stop buying heavier products and then get pissy about them

[nyashykyunnie]

˗ˏˋ Sung Jinwoo x Terminally ill Reader ◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚𝕊𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕁𝕚𝕟𝕨𝕠𝕠˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

・┆✦ Entry : 022 ✦ ┆・

‼️[ TW: Hurt, No comfort, Character Death, Terminal Illness]‼️

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ Part 1 || Part Two ♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

╰┈➤ ❝ [ I Have To Breath, But Every Inhale Feels More Like a Punishment From The Gods ] ¡! ❞

White walls were all you have ever known for all your life.

Christmas? Inside White Walls.

Your Birthdays? Inside White Walls.

Your first kiss? Inside White Walls.

You hated the sight of it all, you hated it so much that the smell of this room was starting to have an aroma of death.

And yet, Jinwoo never complained.

He visits everyday without a fail, always on time, maybe a little late here and there because he was a hunter– But he is always there, sliding open the hospital door with a beaming smile and lips ready to give you a caress.

Jinwoo always had food with him, even when he comes into the hospital room with a battered look.

Clothes stained with grime and dirt, a shoe with a hole, a face disheveled with some dried blood he failed to wash up earlier from rushing— And hair so messy you swear there must be a nest inside those soft and delicate jet black strands of his.

You would scold him with anger and yet he just laughs it off, muttering "I'm sorry" over and over while he gently takes your hand, rubbing his thumb over the soft and thin hand of yours.

But you knew he wasn't listening to you, and for that, you could only sigh.

Jinwoo always appeared calm and happy.

...Because if he shows you the turmoils and anxiety he has hidden in him, what would happen to you?

You're already dying.

Your skin is paler than last week, your body is growing thinner everyday, your voice is growing quieter and more ragged, your breathing is slower and heavy, the tubes strewn around you were increasing in number as if it's turning into a complete amalgamation of horror—

Jinwoo is losing you.

He knew that so well, the doctor had already told him weeks ago that you don't have much time.

So he desperately tries his outmost best to spend as much time with you, even if he comes in bloody from his raids— He needs to see you everyday.

Even when he went through the double dungeon, he went straight to your side the moment he came in, and to ligthen your mood he would joke around and say you two can now be bed buddies since you're both sick.

Jinwoo will strive to make you smile, even if it hurts him inside he supresses that anguish deep down inside because he knows you must be in much more pain.

He will never know what it's like to always receive these different medications that are so disgustingly unpleasant to the mouth, he will never know how much the constant injections would hurt, he will never know how tiresome it is to constantly be monitored, he will never know how much sadness you go through when he isnt there.

Jinwoo needs to be happy in front of you.

He just got back from the system's first dungeon, he was going to tell you all about how he did because he knew you love listening about his raids even though they are scary.

But as he approaches the familiar number of you hospital room— Nurses and doctors were running in and out in rapid succession.

He could hear the doctor barking out orders, counting down and screaming Clear.

1....

2....

3....

"We're sorry Mr Sung." The same doctor comes out, the heartbreak in his eye evident as the hunter flung himself inside the room.

There was a ringing inside Jinwoo's ear, it was so high pitched and painful.

But really, it wasn't a ring.

It was Jinwoo screaming at the top of his lungs.

A scream so full of pain and anguish that everyone who hears his scream felt shudders— But even that, even that could never compare to what Jinwoo feels right now.

His heart felt like it was about to explode, his organs felt like they were twisting and contorting inside his body, his muscles felt so stiff that he swears he must have been made out of stone, the lock in his throat wouldn't go away no matter how much he cried out.

Tears would stream down his face.

And the medical staff could do nothing more than to close the door to let Jinwoo have his last moments.

Jinwoo would kiss his beloved's hand that was so cold, he would beg and beg for them to wake up— To call out his name, to scold him, to smack his head because he is such a reckless idiot.

He implores, "Open your eyes... Open them, I'm right here. Woowoo is here... Please, please come back."

But no answer would reach his ears, not even the faintest of breaths would reach his ears.

He tried to listen to your heartbeat, but there was nothing there for him to listen to.

Hours, he spent hours inside that room until he finally came out to call a medical staff.

Jinwoo's voice was horse, almost like he even lost it.

His eyes were puffy and his expression drained of color

Everyone though his expression couldn't worsen any further.

But in your funeral, he was empty, complete empty.

Mindless as he watches your coffin lower, numb as the dirt piling up on the elegant Mahogany wood.

He stood there, unmoving as the last dirt was thrown and fixed.

Jinwoo stayed there even in the rain.

Just staring.

It was as if he's waiting for a hand to emerge from the dirt like those stupid movies he used to watch with you.

But no.

No hand would ever emerge.

The sweet sound of your voice calling out his name, he could never hear it again directly.

Since them, Jinwoo would abuse his body through the system.

Ceaselessly leveling up in godspeed, pushing himself past his limits as a form of punishment.

It was his way of showing how much he hated himself.

He always though of that day, had he come in a little earlier, had he beaten that godforsaken snake a little more earlier— Then perhaps he could have heard your voice one last time, perhaps he could have said goodbye more properly.

Over and over and over and over and over.

He would rise, he would level up, the sound of the system dings becoming sickeningly disgusting the more time passed by.

And soon, he was titled as the world's strongest hunter.

... He was also the most lifeless of them all.

Grey eyes always empty, it was as if he was merely a shell of a person.

Jinwoo never really reacts to anything other than his familr, the few times he has shown emotion— Was when he was furious.

And everytime that happens, the world would tremble in absolute horror.

Other than that? He just did his job.

People would call him all sorts of things, insult him but not once has he ever batted an eye at them.

When he isn't in the gates, taking care of Ahjin guild, or leveling up— He would often go by your grave.

He'd buy all sorts of flowers, from your favourites to whatever he thinks looks absolutely pretty and you would certainly have loved.

Jinwoo would lean behind the stone wall, his head tilted back as he tells you about his day. How it's been, how silly Jin-ah has been, how ridiculous Jinho was last night whole drunk, and what he's been up to.

He'd talk on and on, even if he knew there wouldn't be a reply.

But somehow, the breeze blowing felt like it was the stand-in for your voice, the scent of leaves seemed to carry your scent— Everything around him was reminding him of you.

Or maybe it was just his senses is making him delusional because desperately needed you by him.

After all, he was slowly going more and more mad.

It's been so hard, yesterday, he was a struggling hunter who has lost the love of his life.

Today, he is the world's champion.

He was to be the war hero thrown to save the world.

"I don't know if I can do it" Jinwoo weakly mumbles as he continues to lean on your grave as if it were your arms comforting him. "I've killed a few monarchs, Antares only remains yet somehow... I still feel anxious. I could really... Really use some of your words, love. But I know that's impossible."

It wasn't really.

He could technically reanimate your being, but he never did. as much as it kills him, he wanted you to rest, he never wanted to use his wicked power just to see you.

Not having you by his side is his punishment for not coming any sooner to stay by your side that dreadful day.

"Well... If I don't make it, it's fine." Jinwoo mumbles, looking up at the starless night sky. "I'll see you again soon, wherever it may be, no matter how many lifetimes it take, no matter how far I go, I'll come back and see you again. So wait just a little longer, my love. Woowoo is coming home"

ʚ(੭´͈ ᐜ `͈)੭ .｡✧･ﾟ: ~♡ —! stories written by kyunnie; translations, reposts, plagiarism are strictly forbidden.

[webslingingslasher]

jbae!! if you're taking requests, can I ask for something with trouble comforting peter? maybe he's had a terrible week and loads of things pile up and he just collapses (maybe he even cries out of frustration cause I'm a sucker for that) and trouble just holds him to her chest and runs her hands through his hair 🥺 only if you want to though!! have a great day ily

*you always ask when peter knows he's in love with trouble...* (cleaning out my drafts)

peter's been m.i.a. all day.

rumor is he skipped class and slept past breakfast... and lunch. the unanswered texts you have string along with the theory. you were talking to peter last night so you don't think he's sick, at least not with a cold.

he'd been pulling back the last few days because he's been so busy. you haven't seen him in three days because of a test or a frat meeting or dinner with his aunt - in your opinion, he's spread a little too thin and you think that caught up to him today.

if peter can cut class and hang out at the frat house so can you. unsure if he's taking another nap. you're not risking a phone call that'll wake him and settle for a quiet entry with slow steps up the stairs before silently opening his door and sliding in.

peter's not asleep; he's awake and staring at his ceiling. he knows you're here but he can't bring himself to make believe happy. so he doesn't.

you softly shut his door and rest your back on it. 'do you have a case of the sads?' peter stays in his starfish position for way too long, you think he's building the courage to speak for the first time today. when he does, it's raspy and riddled with depression.

'i have a case of the sads.' even saying it makes him want to curl into a ball. it's times like this he wishes he was home and still small enough to crawl into his aunt's bed.

you've never seen peter this depleted, all spark in him has fizzled. 'do you want to cuddle?' you don't need to ask what's wrong, you already know. and you're getting the feeling he really just wants silent company.

peter sits up to open the space next to him, he's not moving until you're settled because he's about to rest his entire weight on you. the second you steal his spot, he lays on top and buries his face into you while you warmly accept the pressure.

peter only hides in you like this when he's sick or really tired. you don't say anything while you gently tuck a curl behind his ear, you lightly smile and graze the outer edge with your finger- a small twitch tells you he doesn't like it.

normally, you'd double down. today, he needs nice.

'you have cute ears.' it's barely above a whisper, 'i should see them more often.' peter doesn't respond, you didn't need him to.

it's a peaceful quiet, you think it's nice just being in peter's presence sometimes. you keep dragging your hand up and down his back, you're trying to tell him he's okay with your touch. your other combs through his hair over and over, you think he might be falling asleep and you gladly welcome it.

you're not sure how peter's breathing he's tucked into your chest so tight, but as long as he's able to you won't complain. you start to trace little squares over his skin while slightly zoning out on a bird on his balcony collecting what looks like twigs from the overhanging tree.

your shirt feels like it's clinging to you, peter's washing his hot breath into it. you change your shapes to squiggles. the bird hops around, another twig is scooped up. you glance down at your chest and stop your hands.

it's not just choked breath.

'are you crying?'

the floodgates burst.

peter digs into you, holding you so tight you almost wheeze. his shoulders shake as he sobs into you, your heart shatters as he breaks down. peter's never cried in front of you and it's fucking terrible to see.

you don't know what to do, you just act on instinct and try to wrap your arms around him like he always does to you. it always makes you feel protected and secure, it makes you feel like peter's a safe place and nothing can hurt you in his hold.

'you're okay, petey.' you're saying it for the both of you. 'you're okay.' peter thrashes his head back and forth, he doesn't agree. you steady him and say it again. 'you're okay, i promise you're okay.'

it's a little weak because you don't feel like you're fixing much but it always helps when peter says it.

'i'm here. you're gonna be okay because i'm here.' you hear a trumpet in your mind when peter crawls further up to tuck his head under your chin. it's working, you're doing good.

peter's never cried in front of a girl before. his aunt doesn't count and neither does- he doesn't let his mind go there, he's already spirling hard enough.

but you're warm and soft and really fucking loving and it's making him cry harder because it's all he wanted today and you showed up with an abundance of it.

you're crushed at the sound, if you could suffocate the sad out of him you would've already done it. 'please don't throw yourself into a panic attack.' he wasn't going to, but now that you said it he thinks he's approaching that territory quickly.

you can sense it too. you press him closer and breathe deep, his head sinks with your chest. 'do one with me.' it's weak and followed by a cough.

'one more.' he mimics you, it's better this time. peter does the third on his own, you praise him with a back rub. 'see? you're okay.' the smallest of nods, a short stutter of breath and he's sniffling to hold more in.

'let it out. you broke yourself to get to this point, let it out.' it's another wave but it's not as brutal, it's bordering on the verge of pitiful. 'you're not allowed to do this to yourself anymore, peter. i didn't say anything but next time i will. you can't stretch yourself like this, it isn't healthy.'

'i'm sorry.' he doesn't know if he's sorry for crying or for making you care this much. it's a blanket statement, he thinks. you won't let it be one. 'don't you dare say sorry. there's nothing to be sorry about.'

peter can't fathom why, but he almost spews out an i love you and it terrifies him. he feels it in his chest, there's a level of care and affection you're giving him that he's never had before. if he knew he was dying, he'd do it right here in your arms.

peter's never felt safe in another person's hold before. you'd protect him at all costs, even from himself and you just proved it. he needs to see you, he needs to see the face he calls home. he needs you to smile softly at him like he's your world because he promises this time he'd do the same.

you do exactly what he wishes and he feels a pang to his heart when you lightly wipe under his cheeks. 'are you all cried out? if not i'll bully you into more.' god, he wants to swarm you with a thousand kisses.

'i'm okay now.' he hovers over you, an arm on each side of your head. you accept a tiny kiss where your neck and collarbone meet, it's a delicate marking. 'good, you needed it. you also need to eat, and please tell me you had some water today. i'll make you anything you want, or i'll buy you dinner- anything you want, you deserve good things when you have a case of the sads.'

you don't recognize the look on peter's face but it makes you a little self-conscious, you might be a tad overbearing. 'why are you looking at me like that? am i being a little over the top?'

he's still wearing it. 'not at all.' you feel good about it, you're sticking to your guns about standing up to him if you need to. 'okay, good, because even if you said i was, i wouldn't care. i know you're mr. big strong tough man but i swear you need someone to check you sometimes because you get-'

'i really need to kiss you right now.'

you stop yourself and blink at his words. 'oh.' your cheeks feel warm, you nod one time before peter's pressing his bottom lip to your top one and lowering himself until his chest brushes yours.

it's a different kind of kiss, there's nothing behind it except just wanting to do exactly as he said. a cluster of pecks before he pulls back to look at you, you can't place what he's thinking.

'what?' peter shakes his head before going in for another, after the third time he'd failed to remove himself from you, you stop him. 'i don't care how many times you kiss me, mister. you're not getting anything until i see you eat something.'

funny. your request just makes him want to kiss you more. 

[ameliathornromance]

“Do you really have to have the blindfold over my eyes?” You asked, hands gripped onto your Orcs for dear life.

“It’s called a surprise for a reason, Love.” Your Orc Boyfriend chuckled.

You didn’t have time for this. At all.

At home, you had a whole stack of paper work to get to along with a whole days worth of data input on that wretched spreadsheet your boss had left you.

It had been weeks since you had had a proper break, or any time to relax for that matter. There just seemed to be more tasks hidden under other tasks, keeping you apart from your Orc Boyfriend and spending any time with him.

The list just went on and on and on. And there never came a time where you could take a break.

While you loved your Orc Boyfriend with all your heart, there wasn’t anyway that you could just abandon your work. Both of you really needed the money at the moment, mostly because of some ridiculous bill that had come out of nowhere.

He was working hard too, but got easier hours for his job since he was an Orc and worked on construction sites, doing heavy lifting.

At least he got evenings off.

But you couldn't afford to take the time off.

So, you put your head down and worked. With the amount of work you had, you couldn't even get into bed until the early morning. And that's if you had a good night of finishing off paper work.

If you didn’t turn in the required amount of data sheets by midnight, all Hell would break loose in the office, almost surely accompanied by the Banshee-like shrieks of Thomas, your Manager, over the phone.

Your Orc Boyfriend heard Thomas' bellows one time and practically had to wrestle him to stay in the flat you lived in.

"With all that work you do, and he talks to you like that?" He snorted, "pathetic. I ought to thump him."

Your work load had doubled in the last two weeks, creating double the amount of work you’d normally have to do.

The reasons for this were unclear, something about downsizing the company or mass lay offs? Rumour had it that the company was preparing for declaring bankruptcy, but there was nothing confirmed so far.

What would it help with your current predicament anyway? It’s not like the answer would decrease your work load.

The sooner you got through it all, the more time you would have to spend with your Boyfriend.

Due to this increase, you hadn't been able to spend any time together as a couple. Amazingly, your Orc never once complained, apart from that one time with your Manager.

As you had just sent the last email of the day, rolled up your sleeves to get started on the disrespectfully large pile of documents beside you, your Orc had knocked on your office door.

“What?” You snapped. Regret instantly washed over you as you heard your office door creek open.

“Are you done with your work?” Your Orc’s soft voice made your heart squeeze.

“Almost.” You rubbed your eyes. “Why? What’s up?”

Swivelling around in your chair, you started at his appearance. A shirt and tie clung to his massive figure, a blazer and smart trousers on top of that. His long hair had been slicked back into a fishtail plait that draped over his shoulder.

Blood drained from your face. Was there a family event going on? You’d been so buried in work recently, you could have completely forgotten about large events.

“Go and get dressed in something nice.” He told you, fiddling with his cuff-links. "We're going out."

“Hun, I’m really sorry I can’t I-”

“Just trust me,” your Orc smiled. “Please?”

You opened your mouth to protest, to tell him that you really didn’t have anytime for fun and games… Oh, but you missed looking at him. You missed being around him and his company.

The papers could wait. The Manager would just have to eat the late papers.

“Alright.” You walked out of the room and got dressed.

What was your Orc planning? You had no idea. You knew you couldn’t deny him. After weeks and weeks of being cooped up in your home office, you couldn’t ignore that your Orc probably felt lonely.

Guilt washed over you as the two of you got in the car. “You look beautiful.” He told you as he opened the car door for you.

You gave a sad smile as he closed your door. After being so unavailable, you felt as though you didn't deserve such nice compliments.

“Thank you… I’m sorry I haven’t been around recently.” You said, your Orc clambering into the drivers seat.

He gave a shrug as he backed the car out of the driveway, “here, put this on.” He held out a black cloth to you as he got onto the road.

You raised an eyebrow, but didn’t question it. After tying it around your head, you asked: “where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

After a few minutes, the car stopped and your Orc opened the car door for you.

Harsh gusts of wind billowed around you, making you wince at the force of nature. Salty air stung your nostrils as your Orc guided you away from the car.

And so, here you are now. Blindfolded and gripping on to your Orc Boyfriend for dear life.

You gave his hands a squeeze.

“I’m still here, it’s okay.” He told you. The wind settled, the two of you stopped walking.

The ground beneath your feet was uneven and shifted easily. “Okay, you can take off the blindfold now.”

Reaching behind you, tugging on the tail of the bow around your head, the blindfold fell away.

Your jaw dropped.

A table, draped in a white table cloth stood at the edge of the beach. Plates and wine glasses adorned the top of it, along with your favourite glass of wine cooling in a silver ice bucket.

Backdropping the scene, the sun glittered over the sea, golden sand sparkling in it’s light.

“What-”

“You work so hard, put up with so much crap from that man.” His voice dripped with disdain at the mere mention of your manager, “I thought you’d need a nice break from reality... And I miss having you around." Your Orc admitted, voice twinging. "I thought I'd need something super nice and distant from the house to make sure you get a decent breather. So, I made this.”

You approached the setting. Salty air stinging your eyes, you sniffled. “I…”

Your Orc joined you and wrapped you in his arms.

All the stress and pressure rose up from inside you, eyes burning.

Fighting back tears, you buried your forehead on your boyfriends chest. You squeezed him tightly around the middle, “I’m so sorry-”

“It’s okay sweetheart.” He rubbed your back soothingly.

The words sent you over the edge. Angry tears rolling down your cheeks, you looked up at him. “No, it’s not okay!” You sniffed. “I should be better for you, I don’t deserve this!”

“Of course you do!” Your Orc pulled away and wiped your tears from your cheeks. “You put up with so much and work hard! That bill came out of nowhere, shit happens honey, I understand why we haven't been spending time together-"

“But that’s no excuse to ignore you. You're just as important.” Squeezing your eyes tightly shut, you grimaced. “I’ll tell Thomas to kiss my ass,” you declared, “I hate working for him and that company! They’re going to be shut down anyway, I’ll make sure to quit as soon as I get back!” Your once coherent words became wails.

Your Orc pulled you into his arms and squeezed you tightly, “oh Love…” He rocked you back and forth, the way a ship rocks its sailors to sleep.

“Let's worry about that later. C’mon, let’s enjoy dinner while we catch up, okay?”

Tears finally drying up, you nodded. “Yeah… I’d like that.”

[forays-into-fiction]

The Box

You had been noticing some of your things going missing. At first it had been easy to dismiss, a hair tie here, an almost empty bottle of lotion there. But more recently it had been items harder to ignore, photos of treasured memories, items of clothing, so on and so forth. But you had no idea where they could be disappearing to, why would anyone even want that stuff, it’s not like it was valuable or anything.

 Minors DNI

Contains: Perv!Eddie/Perv!Reader, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining/Lusting, Masturbation, Sex Without a Condom, Dirty Talk, Slight Degradation, Mentions Creepy Behaviour That Goes Excused Very Quickly

Eddie escorts you to the front door of his trailer, holding the door open for you before following through. “Hey, I’m just gonna grab a shower real quick. You can make yourself comfortable in my room, you know the drill.”

You nod following him through to his bedroom, dropping your bag to the floor and sitting cross-legged on his bed while he pulls things out of his wardrobe.

“Only be a minute, you can pick out a video if you want. They’re just there.” He nods over to his desk and you follow his line of sight.

“Cool, will do.” You reply as he moves towards the bathroom.

Eddie strips off his clothes hurriedly, he’s been half-hard since the moment you stepped into his van, the way your little skirt rode up exposing more of your thighs to him distractingly. He’d been glancing over repeatedly the whole ride, practically white-knuckling the steering wheel. He doesn’t think you noticed… hopes you didn’t notice.

Stepping into the harsh spray of the shower and pulling the curtain closed behind him he wastes no time in gripping his cock, stroking it to full attention. He thinks about those soft, supple thighs as his hand glides over his length with a muted groan. He realises there’s not much distance between the two of you, only the thin wall separating you, you just in the next room over… in his bed.

He bites the inside of his cheek stifling his moans. This is so wrong, this is so wrong he thinks to himself, but if it’s so wrong why does it feel sooo good another little voice counters. His head falls forward resting against the wet tile in front of him, the strong metallic taste of iron fills his mouth.

He’s close, so close he can feel it fast approaching. He imagines you in those little black, lacy panties he’d found. He imagines flipping up the hem of your skirt and pulling them to the side and cumming all over them, your thighs, the way it would drip over your folds. Imagines you spending the rest of the day like that covered in his cum and it tips him over the edge, splattering the wall in thick, hot, ropey strands. It washes away quickly and he rushes to finish cleaning off.

There’s a handful of tapes sitting on his desk, as you approach you can see Alien, Body Double, 9 ½ Weeks and Sixteen Candles. You know which one he would expect you to pick, he would’ve rented it just for your benefit too. Instead of going for the obvious you opt for Alien, not recognising the other two. Secretly you love horror movies, but you tend to overplay your reactions, giving you an excuse to squeeze yourself into him, burying your face into his shoulder, pressing your tits against his chest as your nipples pebble against him. The jump scares do get you sometimes, but never bad enough to warrant the reaction you give. He’s never complained before, but when you do pick out a scary movie, he always gives a concerned, ‘Are you sure? You know how scared you get with these movies.’ To which you can’t help but reply with some variation of, ‘Yeah, but its ok, I’ve got my big strong Dungeon Master to protect me and I know how much you love them, so…’

 Video in hand you move back to the bed, listening to the sound of the water running, absentmindedly tracing patterns on the blanket beneath you. You grow bored rather quickly, tossing the video aside you pull your backpack up into your lap looking for something to occupy yourself. You don’t find much, you grab a notebook and pen doodling on it for a bit when you’re satisfied with the little drawing you’ve done you tear the page out and stick it to the wall behind his bed next to the banner that hangs there.

After returning your notebook to your bag, you pull out your chapstick freshening your lips, but as you go to put the cap back on it slips from your grip tumbling beneath the bed. You sigh sliding to your knees, reaching an arm under his bed blindly. Your hand bumps into a wooden box, you can’t help yourself, curiosity overwhelms you. Pulling it out staring down at it, you recognise it as the project Eddie had worked on in shop class, noting the little love heart you’d carved into the side.

 You pop the lid off and gasp at the sight before you, it’s a veritable treasure trove of your belongings. Things you thought you’d never see again, photos, hair ties, a pair of black, lacy panties, a mostly empty bottle of your lotion, a travel sized version of your perfume. You look closer, some of these photos are ones you’ve never even seen, taken without your awareness. 

The sound of the shower cutting off breaks you out of your stupor and you’re scrambling to shove the lid back on, flinging the box back under the bed. Leaping back onto the bed trying to look innocent, chest heaving with ragged breaths you try to calm yourself as Eddie begins opening the door. He walks in pants slung low on his hips, as he towels off his long curls you leer at his bare chest eyes traveling down to the sparse trail of hair that peeks out over the top of his waistband. He tosses the towel onto the bed and shakes his head like a dog before moving to his wardrobe picking out a shirt and pulling it over his head. 

He drops onto the bed slinging an arm around you, “So what d’ya want to watch tonight?”

He notices as you stiffen against him, flushing bright red, “Hey, what’s the matter? You, ok?” He asks softly.

You leap out of his embrace, backing away from the bed, stuttering, “Uhhh… I gotta… I gotta go.”

You bolt out of the room hightailing it through the front door.

He sits there for a moment, frozen in shock before chasing after you.

“Hey, where are you going?” He calls after you. “What’s wrong?”

“I just gotta go Eds.” You shout back over your shoulder.

“But I drove you here.” He shouts back.

“That’s ok, I’ll walk. I could use the exercise. Bye.”

He doesn’t know what to do, he wants to go after you, wants to insist on at least letting him drive you home. Trying to think what could have happened that set you off like that… it couldn’t be… no, there was no way. You hadn’t heard him surely, he’d done his best to keep quiet, bit the inside of his cheek ‘til he drew blood for Christ’s sakes… unless something slipped out without him realising, a moan, some other offensive sound, your name. No, no that couldn’t be it… but what else could it be. He spends the rest of the night agonising over what could have happened to send you running like that.

 You on the other hand spent the rest of your night with your fingers buried between your thighs, writhing around on your bed, biting on your lip to keep from moaning too loud. Your mind conjuring thoughts of Eddie getting himself off to you, your panties wrapped around his hard cock, your photos spread out over his bed, him cumming in thick, hot spurts over his stained mattress… is that how he would do it… or maybe he’d stuff your panties in his mouth like a makeshift gag, muffling his cries as he fists his cock desperately, finishing all over one of your photos, you’d definitely seen some residue on a few of them.

You spend the next few days avoiding him like the plague, you don’t know how you’re ever going to look him in the eye again or how to behave around him now. Not a day goes by that you don’t think about the contents of ‘the box’, every waking moment, every fitful dream… you can’t escape it. Soon even dirtier thoughts fill your mind, thoughts of adding to his collection. Posing for some naughty photos, leaving him your dirty underwear, a fresh bottle of lotion, on and on the thoughts race through your mind. You wonder how he’d react if suddenly one day there was something new there, something he didn’t put there.

 And then one night you do take those photos you’d been thinking about. Picking out a set of lingerie that you think he’d like, you get yourself all worked up snapping photos along the way. Pulling your panties to the side swirling your fingers around in your slick before plunging them in. Playing to the camera as best as you can. You orgasm three times that night, leaving your panties a soaking mess, you bundle them up with the polaroids you’d taken and shove them in the drawer beside your bed.      

 This is the longest the two have you gone without speaking since you met, he’d been trying to reach out to you this whole time. Calling your house, dropping by unannounced, trying to catch you at school, all to no avail. You’d managed to avoid him, but not without difficulty. He’d even sent one of his little Hellfire Club members with a message, begging you to just talk to him, but you refuse.

However, Eddie manages to corner you in the halls after school one day, dragging you into an empty classroom.

He stands in the doorway blocking your exit, you avoid looking at him, “Hey, what the fuck is going on? Why won’t you look at me? Why are you avoiding me?” He hisses angrily grasping your chin tightly forcing your face towards him.

You keep your eyes downcast as he continues, his tone softening slightly, “Seriously, y/n what’s wrong?”

You shake your head in his grip, refusing to answer.

“Please. Please tell me what’s wrong… I-I can’t…I can’t lose you.” He implores, words catching in his throat.

It tugs at your heartstrings and you finally look up at him, his eyes glassy with unshed tears, his tone desperate, “Was it something I did?”

You hesitate, yes and no, it was also something you did, but you can’t even begin to explain it to him.

“Please, you’re my best friend. Please, don’t do this.” He begs.

You feel yourself tearing up too, you can’t bear to think that you’re hurting him, “Eddie, please just let it go. If you let it go maybe we can go back to normal.”

“That’s all I want… to go back to how it was before. But I gotta know was it something I did, something that we could have avoided?”

“No.” It’s a half-truth, but it’ll do.

“Are you sure?” He presses.

“I’m sure. We can move on pretend nothing ever happened…”

“If that’s what you want. Would you… would you like to come over tonight, maybe watch that movie we were supposed to…?”

 “Tonight?” You ask in a strained voice.

“I mean it doesn’t have to be tonight… whenever… whenever you’re free is fine.”

“No, uh tonight is fine I just…um, maybe I could swing past my house first?”

“Yeah, sure we can do that-”

“No, no I mean just me, I’ll uh drive over myself.”

“Yeah, that’s cool too… I gotta pick up some videos again anyway.” he breaks into an uneasy grin.

“Could I… could I get a hug… it’s just, it’s been so long and-” He ventures uncertainly.

You cut him off wrapping your arms around him, “I missed you, missed this.” He mumbles into your hair, pulling you closer.

“Missed you too Eds.” You admit.

You pull up to his trailer, parking by his van, you flip down the visor staring at your reflection. You try to psych yourself up, you can do this you’ve done this a million times it’s just a movie night with Eddie. But you can’t help but think to that little bundle you’d slipped into your bag, almost as an afterthought, it’s practically burning a hole in the front pocket. You shake your head as if to clear it, now or never you think before springing to action grabbing the bag and throwing open your door.

 You knock on his front door, you haven’t knocked on his door in almost as long as you can remember. Usually you’d just barge right in, but nothing felt normal anymore. Eddie calls out to you, “Just a minute…” before appearing in the doorway shifting nervously from foot to foot, “Oh, uh come in.” He jumps aside ushering you in with a sweep of his hand.

You’re thankful he didn’t question the knocking and you also don’t acknowledge his odd behaviour.

“So, uh I brought some snacks.” You hold up the bag, freezing momentarily when you remember your panties shoved deep in the front pocket, among other things. You clear your throat, “So, um anyway… your bedroom, like always?”

He nods, leading the way as you trail along behind him. You settle into your usual spot dropping your bag to the floor gently.

You don’t know what possessed you to bring them but you had. Tucked away in your bag by your feet, that little bundle of ‘gifts’, you can’t stop thinking about it as you pull out a stash of candy. You can barely focus on what he’s saying, he clicks his fingers in front of your face snapping you back to reality, “Hey, I said, do you want popcorn?”

“Oh, uh yeah sure, that’d be great. Thanks Eds.” You smile up at him nervously.

“Ok, be right back. You can set up the movie if you want. Did you still wanna watch Alien? I know that’s what you picked out last… um, last time, it was still on the bed when you… when you left.” He asks tensely. You nod in response and he exits the room.

 The screen crackles to life and you pop the video into the little TV/VCR combo unit you had gifted him, to much protest on his behalf, for his eighteenth birthday.

Pausing the film and turning back to the bed you bite your lip, you have a chance now… you could slip it into the box now, while he’s distracted. You can feel your face heating up as you contemplate it, glancing over to the slightly ajar door before thinking fuck it.

 Kneeling down by your backpack you pull out that little bundle and fish around under his bed for ‘the box’. Flipping off the lid you arrange your items neatly, unfolding them you place your underwear in first, followed by the polaroids on top and finally a new bottle of your lotion, little bow tied around it… was that too much? Maybe, oh well. You slide the box back under his bed.

Eddie renters his bedroom quietly, he didn’t mean to sneak up on you, just wanted to ask if you wanted extra butter on your popcorn. But when he sees you kneeling on the floor, ass up, hand reaching under his bed he can’t tear his eyes away, barely able to hold back a groan, until… under his bed, oh shit. He scrambles to action, sliding to his knees in front of you wide-eyed and panic-stricken he grabs your arm firmly, the one still under his bed trapped on top of the box.

 “What are you doing?” He hisses at you a mix of desperation, panic and anger seeping into his voice.

You sit there frozen staring into his eyes as they bore holes into your own, “Umm… I-I dropped my chapstick?” You answer uncertainly.

“Ok, where is it?” He demands.

You’re speechless, unable to respond, you know you don’t have a chapstick in your hand.

“Go on show me.” He insists.

“I… uhhh…” You stutter.

He drags your arm out from under the bed, your hand knocks the box, flinging it out to rest between the two of you.

Both of you stare down at it, his head snaps back up to look at you but you can’t bring yourself to do the same.

“Did you open this? Did you see this?”

You don’t trust your eyes not to betray you, you can’t look up, “No, uh-”

“Don’t lie to me. Did. You. See. This.” He hisses again.

You remain silent.

“You did, didn’t you… if not now, then… oh my god is that… is that why you took off that day?”

 He grips your chin harshly, forcing you to look at him, “Is that why you went running for the fucking hills? And what, you came back here to get rid of it or something?”

“No…” You mumble, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“No? Then what are you doing?”

“I… uh… just… just open it, Eds.”

He gives you a puzzled look before tossing the lid off, leaving its contents laid bare between you.

He picks up the lotion, wrapped in its little bow, turning it over in his hand.

He splutters, “Wh-what’s this?”

“Just… just keep looking.” You turn your head away in shame.

He looks back to the box, mouth dropping open in awe. He picks up the photos next, flipping through them gasping as they get gradually more and more explicit. He notices the panties next, dropping the photos beside the box to hold them up observing them. “Are these… are these the same ones from the photos?” He groans.

You nod still avoiding his gaze.

“Goddamn… what… why…” He’s unable to finish his thought.

 “Well, I um… you’re right I did find it that day, but it’s not what you think.” You rush to explain, finally looking up at him. “I uh, I saw this and I… I dunno I thought… I thought it was kinda hot.” You cringe a little. “And then suddenly you were back here, half-naked practically dripping wet, then you were all pressed up against me and I just… I didn’t know how to process it I guess.” You shrug.

He smirks at you, “You thought it was ‘hot’? Who knew you were such a little perv?”

You give him a slap, and whine, “Oh, shut up, it’s not like you’re not a perv too.”

“Oh, sweetheart you have no idea.” He hums, “But, then why did you run away, why did you avoid me for so long?”

“I just… I couldn’t face you after, especially after what I did…” You trail off.

 “What do you mean? What did you doooo?” He asks intrigued, drawing out the last syllable.

“I uh, I fingered myself when I got home and I… I thought about you. About how you might use the stuff in your box.” You bite your lip.

He groans in response, “God damn, that is the hottest shit I’ve ever heard. Is that… is that when you took the photos?”

“No um that was a few days later. I just couldn’t stop thinking about you, the box, everything and the idea kinda just popped into my head to maybe give you something in return.”

“Awww, so generous of you.” He teases, standing and offering you his hand. You grasp it and he pulls you to your feet, guiding you to sit on the bed before plopping himself down beside you.

“So… what do we do now?” You ask awkwardly eyes downcast, twisting your hands in your lap.

“Well, we could just watch the movie, or…” He trails off.

“Or…?” You look up at him hopefully, into his eyes, now clouded with lust.

“If I’m honest I popped a semi as soon as I saw your cute butt wiggling around in the air and it’s only just been getting worse since.” He admits with a groan. You hazard a glance down at his crotch to see the tent that’s formed there and let out an involuntary whine.

 “You wanna… fool around a little?” You offer glancing back up at him.

“I want anything you’ll give me.” He sighs.

“O-ok… I gotta warn you though I don’t really have much experience with this stuff.”

“Me too, it’s fine.” He assures you, “We can figure it out together.” He smiles softly.

 His hand comes up to cup your face and he leans in hesitating before his lips meet your own. “Can I…?” He breathes out.

You nod, your eyes fluttering closed as he presses his lips to yours. He’s quick to deepen the kiss, groaning into your mouth. You part your lips letting his tongue explore your own.

When you break apart, both panting he murmurs against your lips, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Me too.” You sigh. “Ever since-”

He cuts you off, “Don’t. Don’t, I don’t wanna know how long I could have had you… how long I could have had this. Just too stupid to figure it out.”

You slap his chest, “Don’t say that, you are not stupid!”

“But-”

“No! I won’t hear it. Now you better get back to kissing me Munson.”

He pauses uncertainly, you fist your hand into the front of his shirt pulling him back in capturing his lips between your own forcefully.

“Mmpf… yeah… mhhhh… yeah ok.” He moans into your mouth between kisses.

Your hand wanders down his chest to palm at the prominent bulge in his pants. He bites on your lower lip drawing back, draging his teeth along it before releasing.

“You, uh… you wanna get naked for me?” He asks tugging on your shirt.

“Yeah…” you hum in agreement pouting up at him, “do you wanna take off your clothes too?”

“God yes. But you first, I wanna watch.”

“O-ok…” you lower your hands shakily to the hem of your shirt raising it over your head slowly before dropping it on the bed beside you. He gapes at your chest, hands coming up to hover over the swell of your breast.

You sense his hesitation and grab his hands pressing his palms into your sensitive flesh. He groans and gives an experimental squeeze drawing a soft whine from between your lips. He stares on appreciatively as you snake your hands behind your back to release the clasp of your bra, brushing his hands away to pull it free and tossing it away.

His hands are quick to return to their original position now circling your nipples with his thumbs. “This is… goddamn, this is better than any wet dream I’ve ever had.” He murmurs.

You giggle teasing, “And we’ve barely done anything yet.”

“God, I know. Can I… can I get you to lie back?”

“What happened to ‘getting naked’?”

“Yeah, changed my mind, want you to keep your skirt on… if that’s ok?” He rushes to add. “It’s kind of… part of a fantasy I want to try.”

“Yeah, sure.” You reply moving to lean back against his pillows.

“Thank you.” He mumbles moving to straddle you, towering over you.

It’s your turn to tug on the bottom of his shirt now, “Can you get rid of this though, I wanna see you too…” You bat your eyelashes at him. He eagerly hooks a hand into the bottom of his shirt pulling it over his head tossing it aside grinning at you. You run your hands over his chest your eyes following along with their movements. Your fingertips come to rest at his handcuff belt-buckle and you look up into his eyes as you undo his belt. Unzipping his jeans, you tug them down to his knees before rolling down his boxers to join them, his thick, hard cock springs forth, the tip flushed and dripping. Your eyes widen at the sight, “You got a pretty cock Eds…” you breathe out in admiration.

It twitches in response, “God, sweetheart you’re too good to me.” He moans.

The way you squeeze your thighs together beneath him doesn’t go unnoticed by him and he smirks at you devilishly, “Someone’s getting a little antsy, aren’t they? What do you want sweetheart? Tell me.”

“Touch me, please…” You whine.

“Where do you want me to touch you?” He brushes his hands along your neck, down your shoulder, “Here?” He teases.

“No. Down… down there.” You pout, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

He reaches down trailing his fingertips in circles over your knee, running his hand up under your skirt to your thigh and squeezing firmly, so close to where you need him, “You mean here?”

“No, Eds! I mean… I mean my pussy.” You sob with a pathetic broken little moan.

“Oh, all you had to do was ask, sweetheart.” He moves torturously slow, flipping your skirt up and tugging your panties to the side exposing your sopping wet cunt to the cool air of his room.

He runs two of his fingers through your slick folds, groaning appreciatively, “All this from just a little groping, god you’re such a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

“Oh god, yes. Just for you Eds.” You gasp as he begins to circle your clit.

“Yeah, tell me again how you touched yourself thinkin’ ‘bout little ‘ol me. Tell me, what was I doing in your fantasy?”

You can barely think straight, only just managing to stutter out, “Thought… mhmmm… thought ‘bout you u-using my… hmmm… my panties to jerk off… thought ‘b-bout y-you cumming all over my photos.”

He plunges his fingers into your entrance as he continues, “You wanna know about my fantasy?”

“Yes, please Eds.” He wiggles his fingers in a come-hither motion stretching you out in a way that has you panting.

“Well, in my fantasy I’ve got you like this, skirt flipped up, panties pulled to the side as I jerk off above you. When I cum it goes everywhere, all over you right here…” he pushes his fingers even further into you, you begin clenching down on his digits, “then I pull your panties back in place, make you walk around all day, feeling my cum dripping out of you, spreading all over you. You want that?”

“God yes! Eds please I’m cumming.” You wail as your walls pulse around him.

“Fuck, that was hot.” He groans while slipping his fingers out from between your thighs leaving you trembling beneath him.

 He stares down almost trancelike, at his slick digits, slippery with your cum before pushing them into his mouth sucking on them as his eyes drift shut moaning obscenely.

“Fuck me Eds.” You whine desperately.

His eyes snap open and his hand drops from his mouth, “Uh yeah, god yes… let me just find a condom.” He leans over to his bedside table but you grab his arm.

“‘S fine don’t need one I’m on birth control an’ I wanna feel it when you cum, wanna feel it inside…”

“Fuck, you keep talking like that I’m gonna blow my load in like two seconds…”

“‘S ok if you do, I mean I already came jus’ wanna make you feel good now.”

He growls pushing his jeans and his boxers down to his ankles kicking them off at the edge of the bed. He grips the waistband of your panties moving to pull them off but you stop him, “No leave them, you can fuck me with them on like in your fantasy, you know just pull them to the side.”

“Goddamn, you are like the best wet dream ever, come to life…”

You hook a hand behind his neck cutting him off and pulling him into a searing kiss.

You pull your lips away from his reluctantly, “You gonna fuck me now or what?”

He lets out a rumbling groan, “Yes princess, anything you wish.”

Gripping his shaft at the base with one hand as the other pulls the fabric covering your entrance to the side, he rubs the head along your folds teasingly before slowly easing himself in. He pants out, “Let me know… if- if it’s too much, ok?”

“Mhmm.” You mumble gritting your teeth at the slight burn as your walls stretch around him, while not your first you are unaccustomed to anything of his size.

He bottoms out resting there for a moment allowing both of you to adjust to the sensation before testing the waters with a shallow thrust. His hips shift into a steady roll and you bite your lip whining at the sensation, flexing your walls around him.

 “Oh god, you feel sooo good… I can’t believe you’re letting me do this, fucking you raw…” He gasps.

“Oh, Eds I’m not just letting you do it, I want you to.” You reply breathily.

His hips slam into yours as he lets out a broken moan, “God yes, my dirty little girl wants me to cum inside her.”

“Yes, ‘m yours Eds. Wan’ you to fill me up.” You pant.

“Oh god ‘m not gonna last much longer do ya think you can cum again?” He asks desperately.

“Yeah, maybe… lemme try something.” You drop your hand between your joined bodies, swirling your fingers around your clit and bumping against the base of his shaft.

Your eyes roll back, mouth dropping open in a silent scream as you clamp down around him. He bucks up into you one final time, hips stilling and unloading deep within your wet heat with a cry of your name he collapses on top of you. The two of you lay there, bodies quaking with aftershocks and panting into each other.

He slips out of you moments later readjusting your panties patting them in place as your combined fluids leak out, staining the gusset.

He presses a kiss to your thigh before breathing out “You were so good for me sweetheart.”

“Yeah? Do you think we could do that again sometime?” You look down at him hopefully.

He rakes over the length of your body coming up to face you “Oh, sweetheart you’re not going to be able to keep me off of you now.” He chuckles darkly, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

You giggle at his response, “Good… So, you still wanna watch the movie?”

“I guess, if you want.” He shrugs.

You nod moving to grab your top, pulling it back over your head forgoing your bra. He moves to grab his own clothes pulling on just his boxers and shirt.

“You still want that popcorn?” He asks moving to the doorway.

“Yes, please.” You grin at him.

He returns bowl of popcorn in hand, he starts up the film and snuggles up to you.

You munch away at the popcorn in his lap, he spends the whole movie anticipating your reactions, but they never come. He’s confused normally you’d be a jumpy mess long ago, you don’t even flinch when it comes to the chest-burster scene. He pauses the film looking at you eyes narrowed, quirking a brow, “Hey, what gives?”

“What’re you talking about Eds?” You mumble back through a mouthful of popcorn.

“You are not reacting to any of this like at all, what gives? Normally you’d be a mess right now, halfway in my lap-”

“Oh, uh yeah about that… I was never actually scared in any of the movies we watched.” You admit with a sly grin.

“What? Then why-” He splutters.

“Cause I wanted to touch you, wanted an excuse to be close to you… so, I… faked it a little.”

“Oh, you little… here I was thinking you had no idea the torture you were putting me through, but you knew, you did it on purpose?!” He gasps affronted.

“Well, I didn’t know it was affecting you too. I just wanted to be closer to you.” You pout.

“We’ll, I guess that worked out for you huh?” He teases.

You smirk back at him, self-satisfied, “It did, didn’t it?”

As you shift from side to side happily in your seat on the bed there’s an audible squelching from between your messy, sticky folds.

Eddie gasps, “Shit, I fucking heard that. Goddamn, you’re gonna be the death of me, I swear.”

You giggle, grabbing his hand to push his fingers against the drenched fabric between your legs and he inhales sharply.

“Are you trying to start something again… already?!”

“Maybe…” you reply cheekily grinning up at him.

He groans head hanging down towards his chest before snapping back up and pouncing on you, “Come here then.” He growls.

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u should write something for jisung FOR ME 😔🙏

I hope this is good juno <3!!

2k words

Warnings: piss, slapping, uhh. whiny brat han jisung. he calls reader mommy but readers gender and sex are unspecified has usual. uh. piss. guys, this has pee in it.

“Han Jisung. There are only so many times you can tell me you want me to piss in your mouth ‘as a joke’ before it’s not a joke anymore.” Your arms are crossed over your chest and you’re leveling him with a stare. You were halfway out of bed, headed to the bathroom to piss, when your boyfriend made yet another joke about you urinating in his mouth.

“Okay, listen.” He’s looking up at you with his big, round eyes and his even rounder cheeks. Cheeks that are puffed out slightly as he pouts at you. A moment passes where he offers you no explanation and you roll your eyes at him, swatting him lightly on the side of the head.

“I’m listening and all I’m hearing is nothing.”

“Have I ever told you how much I love it when you smack me around?”

“Numerous times. What am I listening to?” You’re shifting side to side slightly from the weight of your bladder and Jisung catches it because of course he does. His eyes wander down and he bites his bottom lip.

“What if. What if it’s not a joke?” His voice is low and he’s not looking directly at you, instead focusing on some random point on the wall. He does this sometimes, when he’s nervous or embarrassed, he did it when you introduced titles into the bedroom, when he asked to be fucked for the first time, and now he’s doing it with this. Normally, you think it's cute, but you've already leaked a little in your underwear, and it's getting mildly uncomfortable.

It’s a serious conversation that needs to be had, research that needs to be done, specifics that need to be ironed out, but you have to pee so bad you’re worried you might wet yourself all over the bedroom floor and you really need that security deposit back at the end of your lease, so you turn quickly on your heel and hightail it to the bathroom.

“Hold on! There’s-” You open the bathroom door, “There’s things we need to go over before this happens. I’m down, obviously, but we need to talk about it.” You can hear him whine over the sink as you wash your hands.

“Why? You pee on me, preferably in my mouth, it’s hot, we fuck, done and done.”

“You know it’s not that simple, baby. Don’t be difficult.” You decided to forgo drying your hands in favor of aggressively flicking the water at him to watch him flinch like a cat.

“You’re mean.” He’s pouting again, arms crossed over his chest as he slumps back in your bed.

“Mean?” You’re stalking towards him, drying your hands the rest of the way on your shirt as you crawl back into bed. You can see something in his eyes as he weighs the choices of continuing or apologizing.

“Mean.” He doubles down. You grab a fistful of his hair and tilt his head back.

“You think I'm mean, Jisungie?” He nods as best he can from where you're gripping his head and winces slightly at the tug. You shake his head in your grip. “Words. Or you're not getting anything.”

“Yeah. You're being mean to me.” You tap his cheek once with your free hand. I’m going to hit you, it says. Close your mouth. It's a warning, he can tap out if he doesn't want it, he's done it before, but he doesn't now. He's riling you up on purpose, of course he is.

He asked once, why you always warn him, and you reminded him of the one time you didn't. It was partially on you, mostly on you, you should've known better than to take your boy by surprise. He's greedy, of course he is, but he spaces out so easily and you hadn't realized before you slapped him. You can remember the pop his jaw made and the noise he let out as clear as day. So you always warn him now, as much as he doesn't like it, as much as it takes away from his element of surprise, you refuse to hurt him again. He gets it, he's a sweet boy despite all of his complaining, a good boy.

You give him a moment, just a second for him to think you're not gonna hit him anymore, just long enough for him to stop clenching his teeth so hard before you smack him. He yelps, and then glares at you with his sweet little eyes.

“Do you wanna apologize? Or do you wanna keep mouthing off?” 

“Do you wanna stop being mean?” You fake pout at him, sighing, put upon and dramatic.

“I thought you were gonna be good for me, Jisungie. I thought you were gonna talk to me properly about what you wanted, like I told you.”

“‘S a good thing you don't get paid for thinking.” You stare at him for a moment, eyes wide with shock. He stares back, equally as shocked, like he hadn't expected to say that either.

“Wait. Wait, baby, I didn't mean that. I don't- I don't know where that came from.” He's scrambling, hands reaching out to hold you and eyes glistening with tears. He's such a crybaby when he knows he's in trouble. Always tries to talk himself out of it after it's already too late.

“No? But you said it, didn't you? So you must have meant it in some way.” Your voice is just this side of teasing, still light, because he's still your sweet boy, you wouldn't be too mean to him, but hard enough to let him know he's in trouble.

“No, wait-” You cut him off with a tut.

“Shame. I was planning on having a nice night with my baby, but it turns out he's been replaced with an ungrateful brat.” He whimpers just slightly, still trying to justify himself. 

“Shut up, Jisung.” He doesn't.

“Jiji, don't make me repeat myself again.” He's still going. You sigh and slip your underwear off, pulling them down your legs and shoving them against his face. You can tell when he gets it, when he breathes through where your arousal seeped into the fabric and smells the piss. You can tell because he whines high in his throat. It just clicked for him, what he missed out on.

“Since you want to have trouble listening, this is all you're getting. I thought we could play, later tonight maybe, but no. Instead, I have to remind you where you belong.” You shove the underwear as far into his mouth as it can go without choking him and watch as the tears start to fall. You squeeze his hand once, Are you okay, baby? You wanna stop? and he squeezes back, I’m okay. Keep going. Please. You smile at him before tapping his cheek and slapping him once, twice, once again on the other side.

His cheeks are red now, he always gets red so easy, it's cute. Candy apple as he looks at you, gleaming from the tears that have fallen from his eyes.

“This is what happens when you're a brat, Sungie.”

He huffs, hands grabbing at your torso as he keeps trying to talk through his makeshift gag.

“You don’t listen, do you? I told you to. Shut. Up.” You hit him again and he whines. There’s a moment where you consider spanking him. Bending him over your lap and beating him until he has a real reason to cry. He hasn’t been bad enough to warrant that though, so you don’t. Instead, you wrestle him out of the blankets and shove his boxers down his legs, pushing him up against the headboard and crawling in his lap.

He tilts his head at you just so and when you reach down to prepare yourself he tries to bully his hand between your legs too. You slap it away.

“Ah. Watch yourself, I never said you could touch.” He whines and paws at you while you work and whines even higher when you sink down onto him.

He bucks his hips up and you slap him again.

“Stay still. Or I’ll get up and leave you tied to the bed.” He moans slightly at the suggestion and his eyes roll back in his head when you start riding him. It’s more of a nasty grind than anything else, you’re too tired to put enough work in for more. Today was supposed to be a lazy day until your absolute goon of a boyfriend decided to be himself.

The room is loud with the slick sounds the two of you make. Jisung’s cock leaks like a faucet on a good day and you’re sopping from how well you prepared yourself. There’s also the slightly muffled whines of the man underneath you, and he pats you a couple times before gesturing at the underwear still stuffed in his mouth and you nod before he yanks them free and surges forward to kiss you. You stop him with a hand on his forehead and he whines.

“You think I want you to kiss me after you’ve had underwear in your mouth?” You do. You always want to kiss him, but you also like how his cock twitches when you’re mean to him.

“You think you deserve to kiss me?” He pouts at you, hands grabbing at your hips again and he leans down to mouth at your chest instead. He has his lips wrapped around a nipple when he says it, when he pulls away and looks at you.

“Baby, God, baby. I have to- I’m gonna-” He cuts himself off with a groan before continuing, “I have to pee.” You smirk at him.

“Yeah? You gonna piss inside of me, honey? You gonna make a mess?” He lets out another loud noise before he’s frantically nodding his head.

“Yeah, yes fuck. Please, I wanna. Want it.”

“Are you gonna be good now?” He nods frantically.

“Yes, I will, baby, mommy. I’ll be so good, please, please.”

“Okay,” you have to force yourself to sound unaffected, “go ahead.”

The first thing you notice is just how fucking hot it is. It’s somehow warmer than when he comes inside of you and it doesn’t stop for a while. It’s warmth splashing out and onto your thighs, onto Jisung’s lap and down his balls before landing on your bed, fucking up the sheets. You pat yourself mentally for replacing your mattress cover last month, because if you hadn't you would’ve needed an entirely new mattress.

“Filthy, you’re fucking filthy, Jisung. Pissing inside me like that, you couldn’t wait to use the bathroom? Hmm? Is that what I am to you, baby? A fucking urinal?” Your voice is mean as  you say it, hand gripping his chin to make him look at you, nails digging into his cheeks.

“No, no. You’re more, I promise. God it’s so hot.” He’s whiny, out of it. He’s been jackrabbiting into you since he started peeing, but you don’t care enough to reprimand him.

“Baby, baby, I’m gonna-” He doesn’t finish his sentence this time, instead just cumming inside of you with a loud groan. You’re gonna have a noise complaint at this rate, but it wouldn’t be the first time, so you decide not to care. He reaches a hand down halfway through his orgasm to play with you so you’ll follow him, but he’s so uncoordinated you have to take matters into your own hands.

He whines, but makes a weak effort at fucking up into you, as you come around his oversensitive cock and when you regain awareness his head is on your shoulder and he’s mouthing lazily at your neck.

“I thought you said we needed to do research.” He’s mumbling, arms circling around you. He’s not trying to argue, just curious.

“We did, still do, but accidents happen.” You card your hands through his hair, sweaty as it is, and kiss where you can reach. You tap his back after a minute and he pulls away from you with a pout. You kiss it.

“We need to clean up. The weird mixture of piss and cum that’s getting everywhere is kinda sticky.”

“It’s hot.”

“Pervert.”

“Your pervert.”

You sigh, put upon.

“My pervert.”

[seonghwaddict]

comfortable? — jung wooyoung PART ONE OF LILO'S 600 FOLLOWER EVENT

requested by @jaehunnyy. “aaaaaaa lilo darling, congrats on your milestone!! i am so proud of you, and i would like to request some floofy floof with Wooyoung, with the prompts [ see below ]. take your time and know that im so proud of you 🤍” lilo’s notes. chippy, thank you so much~!! i hope i made your wooyo delusions come true 🫶

prompts. “you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night, would you? i just really don’t want today to end.” ; wearing each other’s clothes for the first time. pairing. jung wooyoung x fem!reader

warnings. none. wc. 714

dating wooyoung has been a dream so far. despite how playful he was and how much he loved to tease you, he was incredibly caring in ways that he showed through lingering touches and glittering eyes.

you’d known each other for years but only began dating a few months earlier after a confession that left you giggling every time you thought about it. “would you punch me if i confessed my love for you and asked you out?” “yeah, probably.” “cool… so, i really like you, let’s go on a date?” you did indeed punch after that, but he wasn’t one to complain about such things.

earlier today you showed up at his house after he told you to come over, which led to a spontaneous baking competition. a few hours later, the kitchen was covered in flour and other baking ingredients but the two of you finally put together pastries that (somewhat) resembled cupcakes. his batch looked pretty good, four vanilla cupcakes, each with a piped red icing heart on top. yours looked passable, four chocolate cupcakes topped with a swirl of white icing and sprinkles.

wooyoung took a long moment to stare at your creation before doubling over and laughing like his life depended on it. “what the hell is that?”

“they’re cupcakes and probably taste better than yours.” you pouted at him and took one of them from the plate. you eyed it for a moment before taking a small bite. you hummed appreciatively, it was pretty moist. so you took another bite bigger than the last. it was then that you noticed the cupcake was very much underbaked, the raw batter spilling out and dropping against your shirt. this only made wooyoung laugh even more as he observed you, tears nearly welling up in his eyes.

“it’s not even baked properly!”

you hastily grabbed some napkins and began wiping at the shirt. while the batter came off, it left behind a rather large brown stain on it that had you frowning. as soon as your boyfriend saw his expression, his laughter died down to amused giggles as he patted your cheek gently.

“don’t worry, jagi, you can borrow one of my hoodies.”

“are you sure?”

he nodded, leading you up to his bedroom. a few minutes later you walked out to meet him back in the living room, this time wearing one of his black hoodies over your leggings. it was too large for him and a bit larger for you, reaching the middle of your thighs if you didn’t move your arms.

the mischievous glint you usually saw in his eyes faded completely as he looked at you so lovingly when you walked in and flopped down on top of him on the couch. his fingers threaded themselves through your hair as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“comfortable?” he muttered against the soft skin of your cheek, making you giggle since it tickled a bit.

“very much so,” you nodded enthusiastically and cuddled into him further, “i might have to start stealing your hoodies.”

he hummed and wrapped his arms around your waist, turning you over so you were both laying on your sides, face to face and cramped together to fit on the couch. a few minutes of peaceful silence washed over you as you enjoyed each other’s presence. it was a rare occasion for him to be silent for this long and you looked up at him with some curiosity.

“what are you thinking about, woo?”

“you…,” you haven’t seen him looking so unsure since your first date when he spilled coffee all over your white rug. you slipped your hand into his and gave him an encouraging squeeze. “you wouldn’t, uh, maybe, want to stay the night would you? i just really don’t want this day to end.”

your heart fluttered at his question and before you knew it you were smiling like an idiot and nodding. “i would want nothing more than that.”

he laughed giddily and pulled you closer. “have i told you how much i love you today?”

“yes but i wouldn’t mind hearing it again.”

“i love you.” he said again and again and again between tender pecks against your lips, cheek, jawline, anywhere he could reach. “i love you.”

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The Pleasures of The Unknown | Kate Middleton x The Unknown (Glasgow Wonka Experience 2024)

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When Kate Middleton mistakenly ends up at a magical chocolate factory in Glasgow, she finds herself drawn to a mysterious cloaked figure with a penchant for dark chocolate.

pairing: Kate Middleton x The Unknown (Glasgow Wonka 2024)

rating: 18+, minors DNI

word count: 1.2k

tags: crack, crack treated seriously, crack fic, smut, mild smut, finger sucking, chocolate, sex and chocolate, light BDSM, choking, thigh riding, rpf, bald harry styles, balddry, infidelity, glasgow, willy wonka experience - freeform, glasgow willy wonka - freeform, Balmoral, british royal family, unhinged innuendo

chapter warnings: smut, infidelity

Kate Middleton stared at her bangs in the Buckingham Palace bathroom mirror.

"I can't go out like this," she complained to William. "The Sun will rip me a new one!"

"Kate, my dear," he kissed her on the cheek, turning to lean against the counter. She continued tugging at her botched fringe until he took her hand. "It's just hair. It'll grow back."

"That's rich, coming from you."

William looked down at his royal bunny slippers with a frown. Even they had more hair than he did. Perhaps he should have them fashioned into a wig. He'd have to ask his frenemy, Harry Styles, for wigmaker recommendations.

"I don't know what to do." Kate looked up at her husband with tears in her eyes. He wiped them away with his royal hanky.

"I do," he smiled. Sliding his hand into his back pocket, he produced the royal AmEx.

"Take a holiday, Kate. Go to Balmoral or Hollyrood for a few weeks. Grow them out. Maybe even get that BBL you've been talking about getting. Scotland is a great place to recover from surgery. What with all the free healthcare and all, innit?" he said Britishly.

"You're so right, William. I'll leave first thing tomorrow."

---

Kate double-checked the address her husband had given her as she stepped out of her royal Uber Black.

"This can't be the right place. Balmoral was never this colorful!"

The cabbie rolled down his window. "Don't worry, ma'am, this is Willy's place! Be quick and get inside, it's looking like rain."

With a soft 'innit', the driver pulled away, and Kate was left on Willy's doorstep.

She assumed 'Willy' was short for her husband 'William', but as she entered the foyer, she began to have her doubts. The place appeared to be some sort of magical chocolate factory.

Although sparsely decorated, the place maintained some air of whimsy. Well, less of an air, more of a spritz, but clamato, clamato.

"Soo la voo," Kate shrugged, walking beneath the sparkly, styrofoam rainbow and towards whatever fate awaited her here.

"Ahh, more guests! Welcome!" A depressed-looking woman in a green wig approached her.

"Here, compliments of Willy," she said, sliding a plastic cup containing a splash of what appeared to be sparkling lemonade into Kate's left hand. Into her right went a single jelly bean.

"What is this?" Kate asked.

"Our welcome gift to you! And only $40, such a deal."

Kate supposed $40 was a fair price for such splendor. After all, if bananas were $10, this was surely worth four times that. She popped the jelly bean and washed it down with the lemonade.

"Carry on down the hallway. Your future awaits."

Kate left her luggage and her empty cup with the so-called Oompa Loompa and proceeded down the bare linoleum hallway. That uncanny-valley candy landscape tapestry really ties the place together, she mused.

A voice greeted her at the end of the hall.

"What. Is. That?" A blonde man in a red top hat and coattails pointed towards an unassuming mirror.

Why, that's me! Kate Middleton! Kate Middleton thought to herself.

Kate nearly leaped out of her skin when the creature emerged from behind the looking glass.

"It's...THE UNKNOWN!!"

That's when Kate fainted.

When she awoke, her head was spinning. "Where am I?" She asked to the blackness that surrounded her.

A deep voice answered her. "You're in the walls. This is my home. My own dark chocolate factory."

"Your what?" Kate asked.

As her eyes adjusted, she realized she was in a small bedroom combined with a confectionary workspace, almost a studio apartment of sorts.

"My dark chocolate factory. You see, Willy Wonka seeks only to pump this world full of river-churned, high-fructose, milky delicious bullshit. What I aim to create is something far more sophisticated. Far more complex. And far, far darker."

"Oh? Might I try some?"

"Why of course," the silver-masked, black-hooded creature pulled back its sleeve to reveal long, nimble fingers.

He crossed to his chocolate worktable and dipped his index and middle fingers into a whirring chocolate fountain. The creature stalked towards her, extending the sample.

Kate leaned towards him, but froze. "Before I suck on your fingers, I should probably know your name."

The creature angled his head, as if considering her. "I have no name. I am only...The Unknown."

Kate's heart raced in her chest. That chocolate, those fingers, it all looked simply divine. And if William could be unfaithful, why couldn't she do the same? She deserved it, just this once. As a treat.

She opened her mouth, and The Unknown slid his fingers past her lips. She sucked deeply, the flavor sliding across her tongue and down her throat, the complex flavor and intensity of the delivery method sending shivers down her spine.

"Are you cold?" He asked.

"A bit," Kate admitted.

"Well then," she could hear the smirk in his voice even if she couldn't see it on his face. "Perhaps I'll have to warm you up myself."

Kate bit her lip. "Would you...put your willy? In my chocolate factory?"

His fingers closed around her throat. She drew a sharp breath.

She could feel his breath as he whispered in her ear, "Forget willies. Forget chocolate factories. Allow yourself to submit, to embrace the pleasures of The Unknown."

Kate let out a shuddering breath as she gazed up at that shiny mask. She didn't know what lurked behind it. She didn't care.

She kissed him then, the plastic of his mask hard against her soft lips. And then she was sprawled on the bed, his knee between her legs, and she was grinding against him.

"Oh, The Unknown!" She moaned.

"Please, there's no need for formality. Call me The."

So Kate did. She sounded like the gilded first word of a sponge's term paper as she wailed his name over and over again, into the dark stillness of this secret room behind the walls.

"I'm close," Kate moaned.

"Good girl."

He leaned down to kiss at her neck. The rough edges of the cheap mask scratched at her sensitive skin, but she didn't care. She was lost in the pleasures of The Unknown.

It was the hair that brought her to the edge, something her husband could never give her. The chemical scent of his cheap, black wig filled her nostrils as she rode his thigh, dangling there on the precipice.

"Ohh!" Kate screamed as she came, her thighs shaking with pleasure as she clenched around nothing.

A low, satisfied chuckle rumbled at her throat, and she swooned. After all these years of marriage, William had never rocked her world like this masked stranger just had. As they lay there together, she slipped into the chocolatey darkness of slumber, utterly content.

---

When Kate returned home, butt bigger and bangs longer, William had wanted to hear about her experience in Scotland.

"What was your favorite part?" He asked.

"I learned a lot about myself on this trip," she told him. "But the most valuable lesson was in learning to embrace the pleasures of the unknown."

"See, a little uncertainty is good sometimes!" He teased, tugging on her much-improved bangs before giving her a soft kiss.

"Mm," he smacked his lips. "Tastes like chocolate."

[sassy-stupid]

Steamy

Pairing

Al-haitham x reader x Kaveh

Smut

18+ only please!

Word count

5.2k

Content warnings

Polyamory, shower sex, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, double penetration, degradation, Al-haitham, creampies, reader gets slapped once but relatively gently.

Summary

Your boyfriend lets something about his old relationship with his hot roommate slip during your shower together, you see the potential.

"Gods, why are you trying to wash yourself in an active volcano," Al-haitham hisses as he immediately steps back out from under the stream of admittedly extremely hot water.

You'd been together with the scribe turned grand sage for a while now. Which means it was no surprise for him to find you in his shower and no surprise for you to find him stepping in to join you. What did come as a surprise to him though was the sheer temperature of your relaxing little shower.

You giggle. "Sorry baby but a nice shower isn't nice if it doesn't feel like you're burning your filth and sins off your body y'know?" He shakes his head, well aware that you'd keep this going if he denied, but too stubborn to just agree with you.

"Why does every other person in this house try to match the sun's temperature in their showers." He's complaining but it catches your attention anyway. He raises an eyebrow at the sly grin on your face, "what?"

"How come you know how hot Kaveh likes to shower?" You wiggle your eyebrows at him. You swear you can see him flush, although with the steam and sweltering heat in the room it is a bit hard to tell.

"We're roommates, of course I would know that," he says, deadpanning, although in a slight fit of nervousness he adds "it's not as if you need to shower together to know that."

"Ooooh but baby, I'M not the one who said you showered together." You enjoyed mentally poking and prodding at him like this on the best of days but today even more so. The revelation about your boyfriend and his heartthrob roommate making you giddy.

He reached out turning the heat of your shower down a bit before finally stepping in to actually join you. Immediately pushing you up against the tiled shower wall. "I know you enjoy riling me up like this but do you really want to talk about Kaveh right now?" he speaks, nice and low. The voice he always uses when trying to make you pliant before diving into a kiss.

You weren't quite done yet though. You hum as you pull away from him. "I don't know, judging by your body's reaction, you're enjoying talking about him even more than I am." You tease, rubbing your thigh against his arousal. You bring your mouth close to his ear and whisper, "tell me Al-haitham, did you and dear Kaveh use to fuck before I came around? Is that why the two of you can't go 5 minutes without bickering?"

You were mostly still teasing but you couldn't help but actually be curious. HAD they been intimate together? And if so was it just convenience, or were there feelings involved? Your mind started racing and to your surprise what it ended up on was not a fit of jealousy and insecurity at your boyfriend having been with one of the most attractive people you knew. It felt like a golden opportunity instead.

Al-haitham's face was undeniably red now, although if you'd mention it he'd blame the heat. "I- what." He took a second to recompose himself before looking you in the eye and asking earnestly. "Would that bother you?" You felt you heart skip a beat at his concern, here you had been almost bullying him and he's checking in on you so sweetly.

"It wouldn't as long as you're not doing anything with him behind my back, which I know you would never, I'm good." You let your hand softly stroke his face, reveling in him when he leans into you. "...Sooo did you?"

His eyes flit away from yours "...yes," he sighs. "We had a period where we were something, not quite in a relationship but not just friends with benefits either." The spicy shower he'd been planning to take with you had turned sweet, you were now washing his hair for him as the two of you spoke.

"Do you still have feelings for him?" You feel him stiffen up at your question and you gently rub his shoulders in response. "I'm not accusing you of anything, we're just talking, yeah?" He doesn't quite relax, but he leans back into you and answers.

"It wouldn't matter if I did, he's set his sights elsewhere." The last part of his sentence sounded exasperated, a tone he frequently used when the subject turns to Kaveh. "He's actually opened up about the crush he's been nursing on YOU recently."

This takes you by surprise, your body language shows it and Al-haitham is quick to comfort you. "He promised me he won't act on it, and I can promise to you that he's still a decent guy (y/n). He won't just try to steal you from me."

You blinked, your mind working overtime. "Wait a second." Your hand came to you chin in an exaggerated thinking pose.

"So you say Kaveh likes me?" He nods slowly, trying to follow your train of thought. "You like Kaveh," he hesitates but when you send him a pointed look he resigns and nods. "Kaveh DEFINITELY still likes you, don't bother trying to deny it, you might not see it but I'M not blind." Al-haitham doesn't even bother to fight it, yet he's barely nodding along anymore either.

"(Y/n), are you actually going to go there?" He seems to have caught on and you shrug.

"And I kinda like Kaveh too," you confirm.

"I see, then, how would we go about this? Do we just invite him in?" he asks, and you giggle, happy that your boyfriend seems on board. "How about we ask him into our next shower? He seems to enjoy it hot too right?" You wink at him.

The rest of the shower is nice, a bit cold for your liking but Al-haitham promised you 'the hottest shower of your life' tomorrow and you're not even entirely sure if he was talking about the temperature but you went along with it either way. The night brought along some heavy petting but no further action as both of you were far too excited about the day to come.

The next day goes by at a snail's pace, you were never good at waiting but it did give you the time to consider how you would handle this. Al-haitham was at work and so was Kaveh, you'd decided you'd make a little show of inviting Al-haitham into a shower and then have him invite Kaveh.

You though that considering the two of them have already had sex before it might seem more like a genuine offer coming from him.

And so the two came back from work, exchanging their regular harsh sounding words, over some nonsense no doubt. You made haste on your way over, excitement getting the better of you as you launched yourself into your boyfriend.

"You're back!" You announced, though they were already quite aware of the fact. Something Al-haitham was probably about to tell you when Kaveh interrupted him.

"You seem to be in a good mood, special occasion?" He smiled at you and combined with the knowledge of his little crush on you, the attention flustered you.

"A little bit, I was waiting for you guys to come home because I was going to take a nice long shower but the bathroom gets so lonely." You fake pout as your little show begins. You admit, you put it on a bit thick as you drape yourself across your boyfriend. Though the blush on Kaveh's face as he averts his eyes, mind wandering no doubt, makes it worth it.

"Needy as always I see," comes Al-haitham's reply "go get the water temperature right." The look on his face makes his intentions clear to you, he plans on being the one to ask Kaveh as well.

"Oh? Letting me decide the temperature?" You tease, before shooting Kaveh a wink "things are about to get steamy." You turn and leave before you can see their reaction, mostly to avoid seeing Al-haitham roll his eyes at you again.

You just barely got the shower running before you hear shouting. Their conversation had the cadence of their usual bickering just a lot louder. You quickly made your way to them, running into Al-haitham in the hallway.

"He doesn't believe me, thinks I'm playing a stupid prank on him," Al-haitham speaks casually, as if it doesn't bother him but luckily you know him better than that.

You pat his shoulder. "Don't worry, he's just being wary. I'm sure he doesn't really believe you'd do that but he was just caught off guard," you reassure the man who, in your eyes, was practically sulking in front of you.

"I got this!" You say, more to yourself than to Al-haitham, as you walk past him towards the blond who was still muttering to himself.

Before you could say anything his eyes shot to you and he started talking exasperatedly. "(y/n)! You would not BELIEVE the stupid joke your boyfriend just tried to pull on me." He was fuming and you couldn't even get a word in before he continued, "I think it's frankly disrespectful not only to me but to you as well, you should scold him for this! I already did but he needs to hear it at least twice!"

You laugh, he gets worked up so easy whenever your boyfriend is involved. You really don't know how you'd never guessed their history before, looking back now. "Kaveh," you get his attention, squeezing his shoulder for good measure "please join us in the shower?"

"A-are you playing along with his sick joke?" He looks almost heartbroken and you can't stand it. You shake your head quickly before putting your hands on his cheeks and pulling him in, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips which seems to stun him into silence.

"Haitham and I got to talking when he mentioned you and I both liked our showers hot," you speak gently, not wanting to hurt the soft-hearted blonde any further. "We connected some dots and figured out we both liked you, and you liked both of us."

Kaveh was blinking rapidly, clearly trying to catch up to the situation, which to him was dizzying. He'd just gotten kissed by his crush, his ex and best friend's girlfriend.

"Look Kaveh, I promise Al-haitham wasn't joking and neither am I, we all have some kind of feelings for eachother and although we'd have to work it all out together. We're willing to try if you are." Your hand was now gently stroking his cheek as he processed your offer.

His hand caught yours and for a second you're anxiously expecting rejection, however he brings your hand to his mouth and presses a chaste kiss to it "I'll admit I've dreamed of this, so when Al-haitham asked it sounded too good to be true."

This time, his hand on the nape of your neck is what pulls you into a kiss, a far less gentle one than before that has you almost panting when you pull away. Kaveh grins at you as he pulls you along towards Al-haitham's huge bathroom. "Think he can handle our heat?"

You arrive at the bathroom giggling, Kaveh reverting to his natural charm now that his reason for anxiety was gone. Al-haitham doesn't try to hide the small smile on his face, a moment you will cherish, before he speaks, "Finally come to your senses Kaveh? I was beginning to think you'd actually be stupid enough to think we would both joke about this."

Not one to take Al-haitham's remarks Kaveh immediately strikes back, "There's a reason people expect things like that from you Al-haitham, maybe if you were more in touch with the people around you, you'd-" you interrupt him by throwing you shirt over his head. Their bickering was cute, but you'd been waiting for this long enough and you'd be lying through your teeth if you said you weren't dying to see Kaveh naked.

As he lifted your shirt off his head you could see he was practically glowing, his face a bright red that had Al-haitham suppressing a chuckle and you nearly cooing at how cute the blond was. His eyes met yours before they drifted down, starting to take in your body as Al-haitham's hands softly started rubbing up and down your waist.

Kaveh's pupils were fully blown and you were sure they only mirrored your own as Al-haitham started speaking in that low tone again, "see this Kaveh? This is what you've been missing out on." His hands push your bra below your chest, making your tits spill out before he starts to feel them up. One of his hands was now rolling a nipple between his fingers as the other slipped down, hooking on the hem of your panties. You decided not to suppress your whines, desperate to show Kaveh everything.

He practically whimpered before surging forward, his hands joining Al-haitham in undressing you in the most sensual way you'd ever been undressed. Meanwhile his lips pressed against Al-haitham's and your heart picked up the pace at seeing the two together.

As Kaveh's fingers made contact with your slit you both moaned simultaneously. Al-haitham pulled back to remove his shirt and you pulled on Kaveh's as he speaks, "such a good girl for us, so wet already." His fingers glide over your clit and you almost double over at how light and electrifying how touches are. Just like his words, a stark contrast to Al-haitham.

You're pulling at Kaveh's pants now as he pushes a finger in, Al-haitham turns on the shower behind you but even the sound of the water doesn't hide the needy moan you let out. "Almost baby, we got you, don't worry you'll have all of us," Kaveh responds to your sounds gently and for a second you think about how he's not just a contrast to Al-haitham's harsh words, they complement eachother perfectly.

Then the scribe is pulling you out of your thoughts and backwards into the shower by your hips. Kaveh quickly shrugs off his underwear before following.

Your eyes glide over his body and you don't try to hide the hunger beneath it, making the blonde shiver despite the scorching shower he just stepped into. He's big, bigger than Al-haitham and you wonder if that's why he'd being so gentle. There's no way you'd be able to take THAT rough from the get-go.

Al-haithams hands are on your heat, one playing with you throbbing clit as the other presses two fingers into you hole, beginning to stretch you out for them. "I didn't think it possible but your pussy might be hotter than this shower." He kisses down your neck and you can feel his smirk on your skin as he says, "you're about as wet though."

Kaveh finally reaches you and his mouth is on yours instantly, the kiss down right debauched as his hand pulls one of your legs over his hip making you balance on the other one before Al-haitham presses into you from behind. You were leaning on the two men completely now, and there was nowhere you'd rather be at the moment.

"Please baby, grind that sweet pussy on my cock. I know you can do it, please just let me feel you," Kaveh whispers in your ear and you do as he asks, not being able to refuse him when he begs you like that.

Al-haitham's hand slaps you ass firmly. "Don't forget about me," he mumbles from where his teeth are pinching at your neck, and how could you when his hand on your jaw makes you face him. His kisses are different from Kaveh's, less desperation and more calculated intent to turn you on further, their passion rivaled eachother despite the difference.

Kaveh's cock was nestled firmly between your folds now, his head nudging your clit every movement you made so when Al-haitham takes control over the movements your hips make, your eyes roll back.

"Oh my god, I need to feel her," Kaveh groans as Al-haitham pushes you into him again "need to feel you around me baby." His voice softened the second he addressed you and it made you melt, the softness of it all despite the meaning of his words.

Al-haitham chuckled. "How about it little slut? Should I lift you onto his cock? Why am I even asking, I know what you need." His degrading side was coming out, probably feeling like Kaveh was spoiling you too much and the difference between them was giving you whiplash.

He doesn't ask again before he tilts your hips towards Kaveh's tip, the blond licks his lips as he looks at the man beside you. "You just gonna serve her up to me like this? Gonna put our sweet girl onto my cock? Go on, make her take all of me."

Al-haitham is not usually one to take orders but maybe that's exclusive to you because the second the words leave Kaveh's lips you're being brought down on him. It stretches you beyond belief, if Al-haitham was big then Kaveh was massive and you were loving it.

"Taking me so well," Kaveh moans in your ear, in the other Al-haitham whispers, "like the born slut you are, look at how you're sucking him in." His hand slipping between your bodies, rubbing tight circles on your clit.

You have to stop yourself from cumming right then and there but when you see Al-haitham's other hand run down Kaveh's back towards his puckered hole,  you find it near impossible to hold back and when Kaveh jolts inside you as Al-haitham presses a finger into him, you finally let go.

You're almost crying as you cream Kaveh's cock, it seems way too soon for it to feel this intense but the heat is getting to you. Kaveh is looking at you with his mouth dropped open, reverently, as he keeps up his deep thrusts inside you. Al-haitham bites down on your shoulder possesively, practically promising to ruin you further tonight.

"Oh baby, getting so tight. Creaming my cock so well. Wanna fill you up baby, been so good, you deserve my cum," Kaveh praises you to heaven and back, his hands caressing your face and despite just cumming, it does things to you.

"Please Kaveh." You barely recognize your own voice as you beg for his cum, "I want it in me, need you". The effect is instant, his jaw going slack as he grinds in deep leaving behind a thick load of his seed.

He thrusts into you gently a few more times before Al-haitam speaks up, "you're just going to keep fucking your cum into her? Or can I finally get my dick wet?" He gets so crass like this but you can't deny you like it. Kaveh opens his mouth, no doubt to argue but Al-haitham is one step ahead. "Not THAT kind of wet".

Kaveh gives you another deep kiss as he slowly pulls his cock out, the cum he'd been fucking deeper seeping out along with it causing the man to groan at the sight. "Baby, you look so pretty all filled with me," he says as he pulls away from your lips. Reaching his fingers out to push some of it back into you but Al-haitham catches them and brings them to his mouth. Both you and Kaveh look on mesmerized as he begins sucking on them, drool spreading everywhere before he brings them down to your ass.

"It's my turn now so why don't you make yourself useful for once and get her ready to be properly shared." The words are meant for Kaveh but he's turned you around and is staring into your eyes while he says them. A shiver runs down your back as you get what he means.

The smirk on his face isn't wide by any means, always one for the more subtle facial expressions, but the sentiment behind it was clear. "You've been enjoying yourself haven't you?" he says as he leans down into your neck to leave his mark. The nip of his teeth makes a shiver run down your back. Just as you were about to answer him, knowing your boyfriend's dominant streak meant he didn't like being ignored, Kaveh's fingers made contact with your ass. Your answer changed into a strangled gasp as Kaveh works his index finger into you.

Luckily Al-haitham seems to be in a forgiving mood. "Awe, is my little slut already fucked too dumb to answer? You've only taken one of us so far, don't think we're even near done yet," He says while he nudges his cock towards your pussy, still wet with Kaveh's cum. "It's time you finally use that body of yours to satisfy me, been making me wait for it for too long." He shoves his cock all the way in on his first thrust, trusting the sheer amount of cum to provide plenty lubrication.

With Al-haitham's rough treatment melting your brain you almost didn't notice Kaveh's soothing actions. While one of his hands was busy prepping you, the other was practically petting you. His motions so gentle your body relaxed into every single one of his touches. The two men were in complete control over you now.

"Doing so well baby, you can take it," Kaveh speaks near your ear as he pushes a third finger in.

"Yeah, you heard him princess. You can take it." The same words sounded so different from Al-haitham's mouth but truth be told, you barely registered either of them.

Al-haitham might not have been as sweet to you as Kaveh but the passion was definitely there and he knows his way around your body. You felt yourself clench around him as his fingers started to circle your clit. "Gonna cum? Better keep it in slut, we're not stopping until WE'RE done, you know that." You knew you could tap out at any given moment despite what he was saying, but not a bone in your body considered it. Even as your body shook during your orgasm, not even as it shivered from overstimulation.

"Haitham, give her a second. I'm about to put it in." if you'd been any more present you'd have scolded Kaveh for speaking about you as if you weren't there but you honestly were barely even sure if you were anymore.

Luckily Al-haitham really did seem to take orders from Kaveh as he stopped his rough thrusts for a moment. You panted and whimpered in his neck, pussy still spasming from the climax he never fully allowed you to stop having. His hands on you turned gentle for a second, pulling you away from his neck a bit, eyes on your partially focused ones as he asked, "are you still okay? Need an actual break?"

"Nooo, I'm okay. Please keep going, everything feels so good." Despite the clear struggle to put your thoughts into words and the slight slur to your them, he took your answer to heart. Immediately diving into a passionate kiss.

You don't know if he had meant to distract you from Kaveh but the next thing you registered was the thick head of his cock poking around your tight hole. You suppress the slight anxiety you're feeling, both men doing their all to keep you calm as the blond begins to push into you slowly.

"Baby, you gotta relax a bit." You're not entirely sure which one of the two was speaking but it was Al-haitham's thumb that gently moved over your bottom lip. You didn't even know when you started biting down on it but you're glad Al-haitham noticed before you bit too hard.

"Shhhh, almost there pretty thing. You're doing so well for us." This time you know it's Kaveh, he's practically speaking into your neck now, "sooooo good for us."

You feel him buck up into you further and another high-pitched whine leaves you. The pressure of both of them at once was unlike anything you'd ever felt before. Sure you'd taken Al-haitham before while wearing a buttplug but it couldn't even begin to compare to this.

"Oh my god, I think I'm gonna cum. It's just so warm." The end of Kaveh's sentence sounded more like a moan than anything else and you could feel him lean more of his body weight into you as he finally bottomed out.

Al-haitham's arm shot up at Kaveh's words, slender fingers tangling into the other's hair. "Not yet," the tone of his voice was deeper than you'd ever heard from him before "I know you're a needy bitch but you can hold out for a bit." He pulled on Kaveh's hair at the degrading words and you could feel both of their cocks twitch inside you.

You'd always known they'd have amazing chemistry based on all their bickering but being sandwiched between them as they started making out was really something else. Paired with Al-haitham's deep grinding and Kaveh's shallow thrusting, the sight of it pushed you over the edge once more.

Your eyes rolled back and you bite down on Al-haitham's shoulder to keep yourself together as your body convulses wildly. The amount of times they've made you cum is starting to make you feel a bit sore but you refuse to be the one to end this.

Kaveh is groaning in your ear again as he drives his cock in and out of you slowly "You're the best thing I've ever felt (y/n)," he takes a good look at your face before continuing "are you keeping up, angel? Need me to carry you?"

"Yes Kaveh, please," you say, voice sounding like a whimper. He hums in your ear appreciatively while his hands slide down your thighs to lift you up.

"I love it when you say my name like that baby, sound so pretty when you're begging," Kaveh whispers to you, though you're sure Al-haitham can hear judging by the pull at the corner of his lips.

Both of them keep going until the squelching sounds are louder than the water, at that point Kaveh seems to start struggling. He's making animalistic sounds now and it's giving Al-haitham a new reason to tease him.

"You sound like you're absolutely pussy-whipped." The intention behind his words were clear but Kaveh was too far gone to realize, he nodded into your neck in response.

"Fuuuuuck, yeah I am," he speaks as he pushes in hard, his strength shoving Al-haitham into the wall. The new position allowing the blond to fuck you into him.

You're starting to slip when Al-haitham pulls you back with a soft slap to the face. He's always gentle when he does but his words never sound like it. "Stay with us, I'm not done with you yet."

"Don't be mean to her Haitham, she's doing so damn well for us." Kaveh's reply sounds labored, his breath coming through hard as he's practically panting the words out.

"Don't get too cocky there Kaveh, I'll put you in your place next time. We'll see if you take me as well as she does," Al-haitham scolds, though the promise behind the words is not lost on Kaveh and you feel his cock twitch in response.

Your end is nearing fast and the sexy sounds coming from both of them are doing nothing to slow it down. "Please I'm gonna- I don't know if I can." You don't know who you're addressing but you feel both their hands caress your face the second the words leave you.

"You can." Al-haitham's reply is short and should not be as comforting to you as it is but with Kaveh's addition of "We got you." it's perfect and you let yourself fall over the edge again.

The next few seconds are blurry, but when the world gets sharp again you realize they both stopped. You're secretly grateful because as much as you were enjoying yourself, you really weren't sure how much longer you could take any of it.

You feel Al-haitham pull out and the water immediately washes away the cum that leaks out along with him. You realize Kaveh had pulled out sometime during your little moment and he was now turning you around in his arms, hugging you into his chest practically singing praise into your ears.

"Guys, we should leave the shower now." Al-haitham's voice comes from close behind you, and is met with disapproving whines from both you and Kaveh. "Be my guest, just know that I'm not babying either of you when you get sick from the cold water," He continues, combing his hand through your hair once before leaving the shower on his own.

"Cold?" You question, not noticing just how much warm water you guys had used up. The shower had gradually turned icy.

"Yeah, cold. Our body heat and the distraction must have kept us from noticing the gradual change," came Al-haitham's reply from somewhere outside of the shower.

"there's no way we didn't notice that, it's ice cold now! You must've just changed it!" Kaveh accuses Al-haitham, who in turn merely rolls his eyes before reaching back into the shower and turning the water off.

"Why would I? Some of us aren't desperate enough for attention to act out like that Kaveh," Al-haitham spoke pointedly as he handed Kaveh a towel.

Kaveh scoffed but didn't argue further as he turned to you again, beginning to dry you off. "Do you need anything? I could run you a bath? Or just get you something to clean up with? Do you want any snacks? You've earned them," he offered instead.

Al-haitham wasn't great at aftercare but he'd always been sufficient, knowing how to bring you down from your high gently. Which is why you didn't know how to react when the prince of aftercare himself, started pulling out snacks from places you hadn't even known had been in the house.

A giggle escaped you as Kaveh popped a candy he'd just unwrapped for you into your mouth. "How long have you been hiding all this in my bathroom?" Al-haitham sounded unimpressed but got shut up when the grinning blond booped him on the nose before giving him a sweet kiss.

"You'd be surprised at how many stashes I have around here, I can keep all of us supplied for weeks," he replies his grin now cheeky, knowing the scribe wouldn't give him any shit if he's sharing with you.

"You're lucky she likes her sweets as much as you," Al-haitham states, moving to get dressed.

"Andddd, you're lucky we both like our showers hot," you add.

"I know, I'm just the luckiest," Kaveh says, looking at the two of you fondly.

Later that night the three of you are crammed into Al-haitham's bed since it was the largest (technically his was the same size as Kaveh's but the latter had so many blankets and pillows it takes up at least a quarter of the space). The two men almost instantly fall asleep, Kaveh hugging your arm to his chest as Al-haitham spoons him.

You always knew there was more to their arguing but seeing them at peace together like this warmed your heart, looking back down at them you thanked whatever God was out there that you and Kaveh liked the same type of showers.

I lost three rounds of editing on this fic because of tumblr shenanigans so if you spot any mistakes please cut me some slack I probably had them fixed at one point.

Trying to see if it'll let me post without any media, if it does I'll try to update it from my laptop tomorrow for ✨️aesthetic✨️ reasons.

(If this goes through the ✨️aesthetic✨️ edit is done)

All in all, I hope you guys enjoyed!

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-YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestions, smut love bombing, little sad, and kind of angst- not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

INDEX

Chapter 18 - ‘You’re Mine’

Trent was leaving for the Euros tomorrow and you were not thrilled. The whole country was itching for the tournament to start and you couldn’t wait for it to end. You were going on a holiday after with him and friends regardless of the result and that sounded much better. Of course, this was a silent desire. You were there to support him no matter how much it meant you were apart. You were so proud of him. Reaching accolades like this was everything he worked so hard for and it felt special you got to experience it with him.

With him going to be gone for a couple weeks you just wanted to be with him today. From the moment you woke up you were glued to his side. You clung to him all day. Your hands on him constantly, your lips always close to his skin. He didn’t mind. He wanted you there so he played into your neediness. You laid on him till he complained about the heat, you followed him to the shower, you made his breakfast, you sat on a yoga mat while he worked out in the gym downstairs, you showered again, you drove with him to pick something up from AXA, you helped him pack, and now your were cuddling in the cinema. Trent’s friend, George, was coming over to watch a game they both cared about in a little. George was always super nice to you, he was on the summer holiday in New York so you met early on in your relationship. You liked him a lot. He was just really kind and wholesome. He’d take you and Trent on double dates with him if he was nervous, you’d sit with him at matches, he always offered to help you clean up after parties, in general he was so lovely.

You were laying on Trent and felt your tiredness wash over you. You were so comfortable, so warm, so happy. You nuzzled your head on his chest, your leg thrown over his body, his hand rubbing from under your knee around your ass and back. He'd get a little distracted and just squeeze and massage your ass every once in a while. On the umpteenth time he did, you kissed at his neck slowly. Suddenly things escalated and he was at your core, eating you out. It all happened so fast by the time you came a few times you hardly knew what happened. He had you swifty back laying on him exhausted from your day in the life as Trent and the many orgasms he just gave you. You were completely knocked out by the time George arrived. Trent texted him letting him know the garage door was open for him and he was in the cinema but couldn’t get up right now.

“I figured this was the reason you wouldn’t move. Y/N, how we doing?” George spoke walking into the room coming around the seats.

“Sorry, she’s out brother” he laughed a little, looking down at you. “How are you?” Trent stuck his arm for a fist bump.

“Yeah, all good mate.” George said sitting on another chaise lounge in the room. Trent leaned over to see if you were still asleep before he kept talking.

“Baby?” He whispered, tucking a piece of your hair that had fallen behind your ear. You didn’t move at all. You were fast asleep. They sat catching up, discussing the upcoming tournament, the game they were watching. The conversation had lulled a little when the two dogs (sorry forgot to mention! Trent had two dogs, they are cute, you love them. Trent says they love you now more than him which was true but you liked to make him feel better and lie and say they still loved him the most.) came sniffing around in the room.

“What’s up lad!” Trent’s friend cooed laughing at one of the dogs coming up to his hand dangling off the couch before coming over to sit on the floor by you. The other one jumped up and found himself a little spot tucked close to Trent i.e. also you. Trent didn’t acknowledge their arrival and stayed focused on the game. George laughed looking at you laying on Trent, him and your two dogs. He could believe his friend from Year 2 had become a professional footballer but was shocked that in the last two years was living in a house he shared with a serious girlfriend. He took a photo of your little family posting it on his Instagram story and waited patiently for Trent to see it organically.

‘Pre-Euros rest with the TAA fam’

“Come on...” Trent rolled his eyes and then his head to look at George when he finally saw the post clicking through his Instagram stories.

“It’s actually mad…” George said, shaking his head at the fact that you and Trent had managed to go from the New York pavement to a house in the greater Manchester area. Trent confirmed looking down at you with a smile. He just stared at you inspecting the intricacies of your face. He stroked the back of his knuckle over your cheek.

“Knowing her now… You think if you were not like…” George paused and gestured around the room at the football shirts, the house, his life. “All this that she would’ve made the effort?” Trent picked his head up from his analysis of your face to look at George. “I don’t mean it as a knock.. just curious” he muttered out trying to not offend Trent. George and Trent had a friendship that was really genuine. If he needed to be serious or wanted advice from someone who wasn’t a part of his family, it was always George and it worked both ways.

“Erm…yeah.” Trent wasn’t offended but it made him think. He spit out his initial response but started to look down at you again to really consider it. “No… she definitely would’ve. I think out the gate something was there. I think her knowing me kind of freaked her out at first which made her more hesitant if anything. She would’ve though.” He confirmed it to himself and his friend. George nodded at the answer. “I think like being me maybe made it possible, I don’t know the flights and all that, when I think about it…just being on the holiday in general. I think we both would’ve tried to work something out. There were feelings early, you know?” Trent tried to further explain not particularly happy with only getting a nod.

“Oh yeah, definitely. Wanted to know if you ever questioned it, that’s all. You shouldn’t have.” George clarified.

“Did you?” Trent sat up a little but made sure you were still sleeping as he turned to really talk with him.

“I mean, as your friend… of course we all questioned it. We didn’t know her. I don’t think I ever assumed there was mal intent, she always was lovely but you never know. Didn’t want anything to happen, just trying to look out for you but obviously any of our, or my hesitancy was proven wrong. You guys are good together. End game right?” George babbled a little bit not wanting to dig himself into a hole but Trent wasn’t focused on the sentiment anymore, he wondered who this ‘we’ George referred to was.

“Yeah, that’s how I feel… end game.” Trent paused and turned back to watch the game but spoke again. “Who’s the ‘we’ ?” He now needed to know.

“I don’t want to speak for anyone else. I meant it was just my thoughts but guess talking about the lads who were on the holiday.” George calmly explained. Trent returned a nodded answer. He didn’t love the idea of his friends and brothers sitting around discussing you but he understood. The boys went quiet in the room, you were sleeping soundly.

“You think you’ll get married?” Trent asked the currently single George so naturally his friend laughed. He opened up his Instagram story again re-reading the phrase ‘TAA fam.’

“I mean, I’m not against it. I’m pretty far away from it though bro” George said laughing. Trent wanted to know if his friend thought it would be a good idea but was beating around the bush. “You? I mean, you essentially are just without the papers.” He asked.

“I want to.” Trent said laughing at George’s paper remark. “She’s an absolute dream. My whole world.” He got lost for a moment, cooing looking more at you asleep than his friend asking the question. George watched Trent’s focus shift to you and couldn’t help but smile a little at how happy you made Trent.

“You guys would be really good. If you did, would you want her to take your last name?”

“I’d like her to. Would mean a lot to me but whatever she wants. It’s her name so I’d understand either way.” Trent answered but lost focus a little a bit again at what was even coming out of his mouth as he was repeating your name paired with his over and over in his head.

“Whatever she wants” George repeated teasing him about how that was often his response. They started talking about the game but then fell into a comfortable silence. Trent pressed a kiss to your temple. He looked over your chest rising and falling and felt a calmness take over until he instinctively placed his hand on your stomach caressing it. His heart rate spiked at the action thinking about you making him a daddy. He slid his hand down further more to your hip and quickly looked if George had noticed his brief moment of panic. He looked back at you and sighed to himself silently.

“Can I ask you something?” Trent said, grabbing George’s attention away from the game, cutting the silence.

“Course.” He said, returning his gaze back to the screen. Trent was mildly thankful he wasn’t looking at him because he suddenly wasn’t sure he wanted to ask any more but ultimately did.

“I’m trying to work out something with her. I don’t know if I’m supposed to say something or not. We recently had this like weird…” Trent puffed some air.

“Weird what exactly?” George was quick to turn back to him making a face confused about where this conversation was headed.

“I’m getting there! Relax.” Trent hushed at him. “Like this weird…I don’t know, you could call it a conversation maybe” continuing with his story.

“Where did this conversation happen?” George smiled cheekily, catching on to his inflection.

“Yeah.. you get it. We were having sex and I don’t know, she brought something up and I reacted and then we both said some stuff and we both know we said it, like I know she knows, but neither of us have said anything after the fact.

“Is this going to be like an overshare?” George made a feigned grossed out face.

“Bro! I’m serious. I need to know what to do.” Trent looked back annoyed.

“Alright, alright, give me some more context. What was said?”

“Ugh” Trent groaned, rubbing his hand over his face slightly embarrassed. “Yeah, so, it’s not like this kind of stuff hasn’t been said here or there but not seriously. This felt like a proper ask. She…” Trent couldn’t look at George. He leaned over to make sure you actually were asleep. “Fuck… the word ‘daddy’ was used.” He muttered out.

“Oh… wow.” A cheeky smile grew on George’s face. “What did you say… or do?” He shifted his head to also check if you were asleep. It was very obvious you were knocked out so they continued.

“I mean…” Trent rolled his head back onto the cushion behind him gesturing to your body. “What do you think I did? Like obviously I played into it but…”

George couldn’t hold in his laughter. “Bro” he had to pause because he couldn’t stop laughing so he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I get it” he gestured to you, “respectfully obviously.” He continued his laughs leaning back into the couch trying to gather himself. Trent couldn’t fight the smile on his face at his friend's reaction, he began rubbing his hands over it trying to wipe it.

“But mate... the problem is. When I heard her talk like that. Like when I said shit back. I meant it. I still mean it right now. I genuinely think I want that with her but I have no idea if she just said it to like get me off or like if she wants to start a fucking family. It’s such a serious thing I can’t fuck it up. Whatever I say it has to be right either way.” Trent rambled quietly, making sure you were asleep still. George sat there a little stunned so there was a moment of silence.

“I mean… okay.” He paused looking around the room and then at your face, then back to Trent. “Didn’t expect this turn but I think that’s a good thing right?”

“I don’t fucking know…” Trent sighed.

“Have you had sex since?” George was asking for some clarity on the situation.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah tons.” Trent confirmed

“Okay, relax, don't rub it in, Jesus.” George joked to lighten the mood. “I really think at some point you have to talk to her and be honest about what you want.”

“We’ve talked about kids before but it’s all been so hypothetical and I’m worried if she says no then I’ll be… I don’t know, let down.” Trent sighed a little at the thought.

“I don’t think she’ll say no considering you aren’t the most careful couple if I remember correctly…” he was recalling the play by play Trent gave of your first few times and a Plan B purchase that was once made early on. “but that’s just my guess ” George watched Trent move his hand back over your stomach unintentionally. He really cared about you and everyone knew that. The problem he was worried about was that he would give up what he wanted for whatever you wanted. That felt wrong to George but he didn’t want to make Trent more nervous.

“Maybe…” Trents attention went back to the game and the boys dropped the conversation entirely. George needed to head out so Trent shuffled out from under you, waking you up but gave you a kiss and told you he’d be right back. George and Trent walked through the house talking about the game’s result before getting to the door. George grabbed Trent’s shoulder and stopped them.

“You gotta talk to her brother, it could be a really good thing. You have really good instincts. It’ll work out the way it’s supposed to. Yeah?” He spoke honestly.

“Yeah, mate. Thanks so much. I’ll see you in a few weeks.” George walking out the door to his car as Trent stood in the doorway before closing it.

“It’s coming hooome” George yelled getting into his car. Trent could only laugh and shut the door. George was really nice. He was right. Trent needed to talk to you but now wasn’t the right time he was leaving for weeks. Trent walked back to the cinema and you laid awkwardly almost upside down scrolling on your phone.

“What you doing laying like that, pretty girl?” Trent asked, starting to laugh at you. The big smile on his face pulled one from you.

“Don’t know. Just woke up all alone. Didn’t know what to do.” You pouted your lips sitting up right now.

“You didn’t wake up alone. I woke you up and gave you a kiss.” Trent leaned in and gave you another one. “I walked George out and now we’re here.” Despite being in the room with them, you were oblivious to the deep conversation Trent just had. Completely unaware. “You want some dinner, baby?” He cooed.

“No” you said simply looking up at him with doe eyes standing in front of you.

“No?” Trent’s smile only grew as he grabbed your cheeks with both his hands and placed a gross wet kiss on your lips. He pressed sloppy kisses all over your neck and chest before he picked you up.

“Baby!” you whined before wrapping your legs around him, your arms coming around his neck to hold on. “Where are we going?” You asked with a kiss to his cheek.

“Dinner. I’m hungry. I know you’ll be hungry so I’m making dinner.” Walking out of the cinema room through the house.

“You mean I’m making dinner. You can’t cook, T.” You said, muddied in giggles. As you walked through the living room, suddenly, Trent plopped you over the couch like you would drop someone in a pool.

“Oh my god! Wha-what! Hey! Come back.” You yelled after Trent after he kept walking ignoring you before getting up off the couch and running to chase him into the kitchen.

“Nah, I’m a great cook alright?” He feigned annoyance, very aware that was not the case.

“Yeah, yeah yeah,” you sarcastically said, coming in and rounding the kitchen island to open the refrigerator. “Okay then chef, what are we making?” Spinning around on your heel to face him.

“Mmm. Pasta would be good?” He questioned at you.

“Because that’s all you can make…” you teased. Trent sat at the island as you dug around in the cupboard. “You can’t just sit! You have to help!” Gesturing to the ingredients you were pulling up. To be honest, you didn’t need his help. You made the food for you two almost everyday when his chef wasn’t there. You loved to cook, you were good at it too. You had started making pasta on the stove when Trent came over to ‘help’ but really just stood behind you holding you, pressing kisses to your neck. You hummed at his assistance. He wasn’t a very good sous chef but he looked good in the kitchen and that was enough for you to keep him there. When you were finally done you placed the finished dinner on plates and looked at Trent to show off the completed meal for his approval.

“Yeah, looks perfect as usual, baby.” He cooed with a nod.

“You wanna eat right here, pretty boy?” You asked sliding a plate over to him but Trent stood up picking both dishes up.

“Nah, let’s have a proper dinner, yeah?” Coming to press a kiss to your cheek.

“You mean actually use our dining room?” You started laughing. You had built a gorgeous dinner room you rarely touched. It was beautiful, a long table ran the length of the room but you and Trent settled to sit close together at an end corner.

“I like this, little date for me and you” he said leaning over to hold your hand. You talked for a long time, a candle between you had almost burned down to its wick, he was picking at remaining pieces of pasta you’d left on your plate with his fork.

“Gonna miss you my T. Not particularly keen on being apart for so long but I guess for the sake of the country…” you teased.

“It’s work, baby. For club and country doesn’t mean I love you any less.” He reassured you something you never really doubted. If there was a word to describe Trent it was committed. He was always going to be 100% committed to you and his teams.

“I know I know but T… it’s a long time apart. What am I going to do in bed every night all alone?” You finished your plate and pushed it further in front of you before your hand slid up his thigh.

“Baby…” he sighed trying to keep his cock at bay.

“Don’t you want dessert, T?” Your hand moved higher up his leg. His leg pushed your chair out from the table. He stood up, your hand dropping from his thigh. Trent moved in front of you. He picked you up from under your arms, your legs wrapped around him again instinctively. He turned around and put you on the table. He leaned into your ear placing kisses around it.

“What’s for dessert, pretty girl?” He whispered slowly in your ear. Tingles ran up your spine as your legs subconsciously opened wider for him. A grin came over his face, one that you knew all too well. He was going to tease you, you had stepped into a trap you had set. You could feel your wetness pool on the table beneath you. He dragged your hand with his into your sweats. You let him push your fingers into your slit quickly from how wet you were. You whined wanting him to do the work but he wasn’t having that.

“C’mon keep moving your fingers.” He teased stoking his cock at the same pace. His other hand came back and covered yours over your core again, his fingers sliding in with yours. You gasped when he curled his fingers with yours, the added pressure was so overstimulating.

“T…” you begged for him, you knew you were close to cumming. You wanted to mess around with him not fall apart on his fingers in your dining room. “I’m gonna cum..” you moaned trying to slow Trent’s hand with yours, he laughed at your poor attempt. He increased his pace of his hand on his cock.

“Cum then…” he cooed, feeling his own cock twitch when you released around his and your fingers. You felt embarrassed a little at the turn of events. You were so submissive to him. You pushed his wrist from your core. You couldn’t make eye contact yet, your chest heaved as you shook your head. Trent could only giggle. When you finally composed yourself you looked up at him and rolled your bottom lip instinctively to pout.

“Baby, I wanted to do that on your cock, not your fingers.” You were bashfully honest.

“C’mere baby” pressing a kiss to your neck as he picked you up and carried you upstairs to your bedroom. You whimpered as he laid you on the bed and began torturously pulling off your clothes incredibly slowly. “What do you want? Who do you want?” He knew you were weak, he was in charge.

“Only your cock, only you.” You meekly begged for him. He gave you just that. It was so good, you could barely stand after so he held you to his chest in the shower before cleaning you up for bed.

You fell asleep, freshly showered tucked in his embrace, cuddled to his chest, your heartbeats syncing. He tried to stay awake just to make sure you were okay. He was going to miss you. Miss the domesticity of living with you. He was just as sad as you were but tried to keep up a strong front until he knew you had successfully drifted off. He kept you close. He nuzzled kisses into your hair whispering how much he loved you. All the things he babbled the other night repeated. How he envisioned your little family, redoing the spare bedroom into a nursery, having little babies, bringing them to his games, getting married, taking his last name. He felt he’d gone delirious saying this shit out loud but you were fast asleep unaware of what he was saying, wishing, wanting for.

“Baby, I’m gonna take care of you forever. Going to give you absolutely everything.” With another kiss, he fell asleep not long after.

The sun seeped into your bedroom the next morning. A line of light cast directly across your face caused you to stir, wiggling your body closer to Trent’s under the covers. He had to get up soon but you liked being in his arms too much so you waited for his alarm to wake him. As his phone blared an annoying tone you only held onto him tighter.

“I gotta go, beautiful. I’m sorry.” He cooed, kissing your lips, starting to sit up. You whined and rolled your lips to pout like a little kid which only caused him to laugh. “I know, I know but I’m gonna see you so soon.” He said with another kiss. You slumped off the bed to follow him into the bathroom and he let you get into the shower with him. You weren’t really awake enough to clean yourself let alone him so he just held you close and moved around you to do what you needed. He wrapped you in a towel and sat you on the counter while he brushed his teeth and put all his toiletries in his wash kit. He carried you back to your bed and tucked you under the covers and gave you a t-shirt of his, you snuggled back in and attempted to pull him with you. “You’re very very pretty and very convincing but I can’t, sweet girl, you know that. I love you, baby.” Placing a final kiss on your lips.

“I love you so much ,T.” You shuffled under the blankets for some comfort as he left.

“I know you were asleep but I meant every word last night, yeah?” He mumbled walking out of your bedroom. Upu questioned what the hell he said? You were trying to remember. Think if you maybe had been slightly awake you’d remember a word or two but you didn’t. You heard him close the front door and your heart sank. You cuddled further into the bed grabbing his pillows missing him already. You stayed there for ages just trying to remember what he possibly could’ve said. He texted you teasing you making sure you actually left the bed today knowing you’d plan on trying to stay there.

‘Left you a little something downstairs, so you’ll have to get up eventually to go see, baby. Miss you so much already. Call me anytime xx’

It made your heart break a little that you ever had to miss him. You hate when he left and international breaks were just terrible. The house felt giant. You walked down stairs and felt like you were somewhere foreign without him there. The blanket on the couch wasn’t bunched up, it was folded nicely, his Ugg slippers weren’t somewhere astray they were tucked away in his closet, there weren’t empty water bottles on every surface, his keys weren’t by the door, it all made you incredibly sad. Your little dogs trailed behind you lost with your Trent. No one was there to wind them up and cause a ruckus. You went to the kitchen and nothing was there. You were a little confused because the island was usually your space for notes and gifts for the other so you continued on your quest to find the ‘little something.’ You went to the living room and on the coffee table was an absolutely breathtaking amount of flowers. Just tons. Loads. They filled the whole surface and it made you giggle how ridiculous it was. You walked over to the literal garden only to find a few more things tucked in between them but it only took one to make you start to cry. There was a fluffy white teddy bear from Dior holding a little note in its lap.

‘Don’t want you to get too lonely in bed without me so hopefully this little T-eddy bear can hold you over till you're back in my arms, baby. I love you so so much. Forever your T xx’

He was so cute it just made your heart melt you hardly even could process the other gift he left. There was a white box with a big bow also from Dior. A gorgeous navy Saddle bag with gold hardware you were completely giddy over but you just sat more content on the couch holding the little bear beaming. You couldn’t wait to go see him. Your world revolved around him. His sweet compliments, his cute jokes, god, you just missed hearing his laugh. The holiday planned for after the euros regardless of result was keeping you sane. The thought of being nestled up on the beach together soon was a relief but until then you would have to wait for your trip with Dianne to go to the tournament to see him again.

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Thank you for continuing reading! Little shorter piece. Sorry! Comment or message what you think of the chapter / series … 🤍

Next part - Chapter 19 xx

[shotmrmiller]

Toni, please don’t call me an idiot but I caught a knife by the blade out of reflex instead of letting it fall on the ground :/. Long story short I can’t use that hand for a while now. Which is bad because tomorrow is hair wash day and no one’s home tomorrow who could help me.

Now this got me thinking about the reader asking Simon to help her wash her hair. He’s helping her of course but complains if she’s got a routine that’s more than just shampoo and rinse once.

no no he doesn't complain about that he'll complain about you having an overpriced shampoo and conditioner and body wash instead of the 42 in one bottle he's got.

forget if you use leave in conditioners. water and aloe vera juice mixed with veg glycerin. hair growth serum. the tea tree oil stings his cuts. his eyes. why are you doing all of this is just hair! now he's gotta massage the scalp with that brush. what do you mean wait 15 min? why?

(me projecting. my mom used to have me rot for however long with avocado in my hair during my youth. and potato peels on my face cuz i had terrible skin.)

i hope you feel better. not your reflexes being the good ol double edged sword.

[shion-yu]

A Safe Place (part 1) [Day 28]

Cliff shows up at Elliot's doorstep in the middle of the night soaked to the bone. A Cliff/Elliot sickfic heavy on the angst, also ft. Theo. For @monthofsick Day 28: Chaotic body temperature. I know, not me joining in on a writing challenge right at the end but it fit so well. 3,065 words, original work, TWs for homophobia, emeto (neither strong warnings, but the sick will get much sicker in p2).

It had been a long summer. Cliff had spent it working at Theo's law firm again, except this time he wasn't an unpaid intern but a legal secretary. It was a temporary job that they had offered him when his summer break had aligned perfectly with one of the secretary's maternity leaves and Cliff had jumped at the chance to work in such a great environment again. He was happy to see many familiar faces from last year, and to his surprise they were happy to see him too. Although he was mainly working with one of the other partners this time - not Theo - he saw the lawyer nearly every day and was relieved to learn both Theo and his partner, Al, were in good health. Al had gotten a double lung transplant that last Fall, Theo told Cliff. He and his new lungs were doing great. 

"What about you?" Theo asked Cliff eagerly. "How did your first year at NYU go?" 

Cliff smiled, automatically thinking of Elliot. "It was great," he said. "My classes were interesting but not too hard."

"You look happier," Theo said, surprising Cliff with how true the observation was. "Did something cause that?" 

"Yeah," Cliff said thoughtfully. "Someone did."

Being apart from Elliot that summer was difficult. He missed hugging and kissing Elliot every single day. He wanted to talk to him on the phone for hours and hours just to hear his voice and fall asleep with his fingers in Elliot’s curls. But when he was living at home, Cliff knew he had to be the perfect, straight laced child he'd been raised as. In other words, he couldn't be himself. He wore business attire to work every day, but the soft sweaters and cute hair clips he'd amassed over the past year stayed packed away in his college stuff for next semester. He didn't think his parents would appreciate those particular fashion choices he'd been making.

It's not like his parents made it hard to hide things. They hardly ever asked questions, and if they did it was about grades or tuition. Cliff knew he was incredibly lucky that his parents paid his entire tuition, room and board as if it were a given. Elliot's parents weren't able to help much financially, meaning his boyfriend had to take out loans and work part time while in school. This summer he was working nonstop in his dad's auto mechanic shop, saving up money. Often when Cliff video called Elliot these days he was covered in sweat, streaks of black motor oil on his face. It seemed wrong to complain about his parents when it was thanks to them that he was only working this summer because he wanted to, not because he had to. And yet, silently, Cliff  thought maybe he'd be happier if he was in Elliot's shoes - without much money but with a place he could really call home. It was a selfish, privileged thought and Cliff refused to voice it, but it creeped in each time he heard Elliot's mom call in the background, "Boys, wash up, it's time for dinner!" 

Working was a blessing to Cliff, because if he'd been at home he would've been in that big, lonely house all by himself most of the summer. Being at the law firm was not only a distraction, but comfortable. Despite wearing a suit, Cliff actually felt less tense there than at his parents' house. He stayed long hours, longer than he needed to, because he preferred the sound of printers and fax machines over his parents screaming at each other downstairs. When he was in high school it seemed easier to ignore. Maybe it was because he'd had a break for so many months that returning to it seemed worse than before. Or maybe it was because Elliot never screamed at him like that, and Cliff had started to realize that this wasn't how things had to be.

Around the beginning of August, Cliff caught a cold that didn't seem to go away. At first it was just the sniffles, and then it was a cough that grew progressively deeper with each week that passed. The other employees started asking him if he was alright, and embarrassingly Theo caught him staring blankly at the water fountain one day for far too long. Cliff was so out of it that he didn't even notice Theo calling his name until the older man waved his hand in Cliff's face.

"Oh," Cliff said, rubbing his eyes to try and make his blurry vision clear up. "Sorry, I was just... Daydreaming." 

"You look pale," Theo said, and before Cliff could step back Theo had placed a hand on Cliff's forehead while ignoring Cliff's protest that he was fine. "Hmm, you feel a little feverish. Why don't you go home, kid?" 

"I'm really fine," Cliff said, wildly embarrassed. "It's just a cold."

Theo looked him up and down, clearly assessing how pushy he should be. "At least go take a nap on the couch in my office, you look exhausted."

Usually, Cliff would say no immediately. He wouldn't even consider showing weakness at the place he was supposed to be making a vitally good impression at for his career. But he felt weak and a little dizzy and found himself saying in a small voice, "...If you're sure." 

Theo was sure. He brought Cliff to his office and shut the blinds so there wasn't much light coming through the many glass windows. He even tossed a blanket to the eighteen-year-old. "I sleep here all the time," he reassured Cliff. "You can't work if you're too tired to think. Don't worry about it." 

Cliff felt guilty for taking over Theo's office, but Theo headed out for a two hour meeting and Cliff was left alone on the couch. He had half a mind to leave and get back to work at his desk now that there was no one stopping him, but just sitting there made him realize how fatigued his whole body felt. A little nap wouldn't hurt, he reasoned. A really short one. He lay down and fell asleep so quickly that he didn't even remember closing his eyes. 

He woke up to Theo gently rubbing his shoulder. Cliff was confused, then his eyes widened in embarrassment and he sat up. Shit, had it been two hours already? Wait, that clock didn't say 5pm did it? - surely he hadn't slept for four hours?! 

"Woah, it's okay Cliff," Theo said quickly, "You seemed really tired so I let you sleep. You should go home now, everybody's leaving for the day." 

"I'm so sorry," Cliff gushed, face bright red. "I didn't mean to sleep so long. You don't have to pay me for today - please don't, actually." 

"Settle down, it's really fine," Theo said in a calm voice that made Cliff remember to take a deep breath like Elliot had taught him to calm down. "We all have off days. You don't feel so warm now, so that's good. Stay home tomorrow though." 

"That's totally not necessary," Cliff said, his confident tone supplemented by a very unconvincing round of dry coughs. He waved off the tissues Theo tried to hand him. "Really, I'm fine. I've just been having some asthma since I got sick last winter, but my boy-" Cliff stopped himself, realizing he was about to out himself. "My, um, my roommate got me an inhaler so I just have to use it that's all." 

"Your boyfriend," Theo supplied gently. "It's okay to say it, Cliff. You know I have Al." 

Cliff wanted to deny the comment outright. He wanted to laugh and say Elliot really was just a friend. But Theo had such an earnest expression, and he was the only successful adult man Cliff knew of who was gay. "I know, but, it's really not, not for me," Cliff found himself saying, voice wavering. "I-I have to go. Sorry I slept in your office so long," he said as he hurried out, ignoring Theo's all too kind voice calling after him. Cliff knew in a certain world that it was okay, but it wasn't his world. Not the world where he still relied on his parents. 

Despite saying he'd be back the next day, Cliff did stay home that Friday. His fever was worse and he had chills that left him huddled under the covers. His mom didn't notice he didn't leave the house and he didn't tell her. She didn't need to know, just like she didn't need to know about Elliot. She had never supported Cliff in anything at all, so why... Why did Cliff feel such a strong urge to tell her? 

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On the last day of Cliff's work at the law firm, Theo told Cliff if he ever needed a reference, he'd get a glowing one from him. And if he ever needed to talk about anything, anything at all, Cliff could call him too. Cliff knew what he was getting at, and he didn't want to face it. But Theo was such a calm person that it was disarming, and Cliff asked without meaning to, "Is it worth it?" 

Theo nodded. He knew what Cliff meant without specification. "Yes, it's worth it," Theo said. "Even if there's nay-sayers and you lose people, you gain much more. It's always worth it to be exactly who you are, Cliff."

Cliff went back to his parents house with those words echoing in his brain. Theo, a successful and respected lawyer, said it was worth it. He had a career and a person who loved him by his side. Was that something Cliff could have, too? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be honest, just once?

"Mom," Cliff said over dinner, pushing his phone over to her with a picture of him and Elliot together on the screen. "I want to tell you something. This is my-"

"Don't do this to me Cliff," his mother interrupted before he could finish. "You've already caused enough trouble. He's not - just because you have a thing with another guy doesn't mean anything."

"It's not a thing mom. I love him," Cliff found himself saying angrily. And oh, why did he say that? The first time he finally said he loved Elliot and it was directed at his mom in spite. It wasn't supposed to be like this. 

"Cliff, you don't love him. You're too old to be playing this game. Now I'll forget we had this conversation. And don't tell your father."

Cliff saw red. He'd never been so angry in his life. He snatched his phone back and grabbed his wallet on the shelf by the door and went outside. She didn't follow him. 

It was pouring rain. Cliff shivered, wishing he'd had the forethought to grab a coat too, but he wasn't going to ruin his dramatic exit by going back inside. Of course his mother hadn't approved. Cliff hadn't expected her to. But he'd expected her to get angry - not to dismiss him all together like he was just a kid with a big imagination. Cliff knew then that she would never really think of him as his own person, and he couldn't do anything to change that. It broke his heart. 

Cliff walked for a very long time. He didn't quite know where he was going, only that he wanted to get as far away from that house as possible. He found himself at a park by the water where he beat up a couple of tree trunks that definitely won based on his bleeding knuckles afterwards. The rain didn't let up, and Cliff found himself getting progressively colder. His cough from earlier that month had never gone away and his breath began to catch on what felt like a dry patch in his throat. Cliff realized then that he'd left his inhaler at the house, too. The coughing grew more desperate until he pitched forward and vomited onto the grass he was standing on. He groaned and leaned against the nearest tree he could find, the contents of his stomach mixing with rushing rain water and swept away quickly. He continued to gag for several minutes until the coughing abated ever so slightly. He felt weak and pathetic. And also very, very alone.

He needed to get somewhere dry. Somewhere warm and safe. Cliff only had one place like that in mind. He boarded train after train, shivering in the corner like a wet dog as he made his way all the way to Long Island. He knew Elliot's address because he'd been sending Elliot mail all summer, little love notes and presents that made Cliff think of him. He never included a return address though, because he hadn't wanted his parents to see. Thankfully his phone had enough battery to direct him to Elliot's doorstep despite the wet four hour commute, and he found himself at the front door of a modest suburban home at 3:30 in the morning. 

The journey had felt like a daze. Cliff had never done something so erratic, so unplanned. He raised his hand to knock before remembering what time it was, and Elliot had parents and sister who probably wouldn't appreciate him knocking. He called Elliot instead, his phone barely hanging on at 5%. He thought to himself that it seemed unlikely that Elliot would answer at this time of night. But after several rings, by which time Cliff had resigned himself to waiting for dawn under a tree, a very sleepy voice picked up. 

"Cliff?"

"Elliot? Sorry to bother you," Cliff said, as if this entire situation weren't incredibly bizarre. "But I'm at your door."

There was a long pause, presumably while Elliot tried to figure out exactly what Cliff meant by 'at your door'. "Like right now? Now?" 

"Yeah," Cliff said. "Do you think I could sleep over?" 

"I'm coming down," Elliot said, and there was the rustling of sheets and then the thump of footsteps as Elliot ran downstairs. The front door opened and Elliot hung up. Cliff looked at him and thought he was the most beautiful person in the entire world. "Holy crap, you're really here," Elliot breathed. "God Cliff, what happened? No, come in first, you're soaked..."

Elliot pulled Cliff inside and helped Cliff take off his soaked trainers. There were traces of vomit on the front of his shirt and his fingers were still bloody. Elliot brought him to the bathroom, motioning for Cliff to stay quiet with one finger to his lips. He grabbed a towel from under the sink and wrapped it around the shorter boy, who was shivering violently from the marked change in temperature. In the bright light of the kitchen, suddenly his journey seemed a lot less valiant and a lot more stupid. "Sit," Elliot said, sitting Cliff on the toilet. "You're freezing... Can you take your temperature?”

Elliot handed Cliff a thermometer, which Cliff obediently used. After a few seconds it beeped and read ‘96.9.’ Elliot frowned. “Hot shower, okay?" Despite being woken up in the middle of the night, Elliot seemed fully alert. Cliff nodded and peeled off his wet and dirty clothes. He coughed roughly as he did so, a slight wheeze audible on the end of the exhale. Elliot patted his back with a concerned expression. "Do you have your inhaler?" Cliff shook his head no. Elliot grimaced and ran the hot water for Cliff. "You warm up. I'm gonna find you some clothes and I think there's an old inhaler somewhere in the medicine cabinet..."

Elliot moved to leave, but Cliff grabbed his arm before he could go. "Don't wake your family up," Cliff said hoarsely. "I'm okay." 

Elliot looked at Cliff in concern and sighed. "Cliff, you just showed up soaking wet in the middle of the night. You live all the way in Newark. I'm gonna be a little concerned. But right now you need to warm up. We can talk later."

"Okay," Cliff said. He took the hottest shower of his life then, and it felt glorious. After a few minutes he started to feel dizzy though and sat on the floor of the tub. Elliot came back and peeked around the curtain, frowning when he saw Cliff sitting there. 

"Are you awake?" Elliot asked worriedly. 

"Hmm," Cliff hummed in confirmation. "Just feels nice, and I got sleepy." 

"Finish up in there," Elliot said. "I've got sweats and a hot water bottle and bed waiting for you." 

Cliff obediently finished showering and sat on the edge of the tub as Elliot dried him off thoroughly with two big, fluffy towels. Cliff closed his eyes and remembered how many times he'd imagined being together again over the summer. "I missed you so much," Cliff said, resting his face on Elliot's abdomen. 

Elliot stilled and crouched in front of Cliff. "I missed you too," he said softly. "Now arms up." Elliot helped Cliff get into the warmest sweats that he owned and then led Cliff upstairs to his bedroom. The house was quiet, and Cliff hoped that meant he hadn't disturbed anyone else's sleep. He glanced around curiously at Elliot's childhood bedroom, which was decorated in a way that seemed so very Elliot. He smiled at the teddy bear sitting on the dresser that Cliff had bought Elliot at the baseball game they'd been to. It brought back good memories, nothing like the ones that had been swirling around in Cliff's head for the past several rainy hours. 

"Bed," Elliot whispered, tucking Cliff under the duvet and several extra blankets. Cliff was still shivering, but less so now. His temperature had blown from low numbers to high and he gazed at Elliot with glassy, feverish eyes. Elliot handed Cliff a very expired albuterol inhaler, which Cliff took a few puffs of. Despite the date stamped on the canister, it still eased the tightness in Cliff's chest a little. Elliot then climbed in next to him and wrapped his arms around Cliff. The feeling and smell of being enveloped by Elliot after all this time brought Cliff to tears and he hid his face. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I know I should have called.”

"It’s okay,” Elliot said. “Sleep, Cliff. We can talk tomorrow.” Knowing he was finally in the only place he truly felt safe, Cliff slept.

[Cont. part 2]

[evanspresso]

Could u maybe write something where evan has trouble sleeping, like he moves, cries a lot in his sleep and sometimes has really bad nightmares especially after shooting Dahmer and that makes his sleep really bad, and reader comforts him and cuddles whispering to him that’s she’s there whenever these episodes happen?? thank you 🥺

through thick and thin

Y/n knows it’s hard when you’ve been with someone for about a few months- give or take it’s been around five. She lost count because everything went to darkness.

It’s even harder when you start falling in love with someone who is having a hard time and there is nothing you can do but watch as they suffer there, right in front of you.

Y/n didn’t like to complain because what good would that do? She tried her best to be there for him and she tried her best to sooth his nerves and hold him when he cried.

She tried her best. It’s all she could do.

She snuggled under the covers, holding her boyfriend in her arms as she tried to match her breathing pattern with his. She kissed his back gently, fluttering her eyelids closed feeling the exhaustion wash over her body.

God only knew how tired she had been with the busy week she had been having. Job hunting was not her friend.

Y/n’s breath falls into a rhythm as her body started to finally rest into sleep mode. She felt herself drift into the blissfulness of pillows. Clouds and roses of dreams before suddenly jolting awake as she heard him cry out in utter agony.

"No, no, no, no!" he wined in his sleep. His voice raspy from exhaustion.

y/n immediately sat up and peaked over at her sleeping boyfriend who seemed to be having another one of his nightmares. Nights like these were when she cursed the day Evan was offered that role.

"Evan." she shook, "It's just a dream, it's not real please wake up." she cried out.

She friended watching him thrash against the sheets, beads of sweat dripping from his temple causing her to shake him with more force as she. Evan ti panic slightly.

"Hey, hey, look at me. Open your eyes my love." she pleaded, caressing his damp cheek.

She watched as his dark eyes blinked open, tears pooling at the rim's causing her chest to tighten before he pulled her down onto whims he could cling to her.

"It happened again" he whispered.

"I know, baby. It's just a dream though okay? It's not real life." Y/n whispered against his neck, peppering her plump lips against his warm neck.

Evan held her tighter, his heart beating so quick he was scared it would jump right out at his girlfriend. He let himself breath deeply against her as she held him in his arms, the couples breaths filling the air as she helped him calm down his breathing.

In and out. In and out.

"I'm sorry." Evan spilled out a while after the silence and breaths.

Y/n sighed, lifting her head to look at her boyfriend as he sighed out in defeat, his head falling back onto the pillow and making his messy hair fan around his head like a halo.

She gripped his face in her warm hands making him look directly in her eyes as she caressed his cheeks with her thumbs, a shudder rumbling between the two as he rested his hands against her hips, squeeing them in acknowledgment.

"Don't say sorry. You know I don't want to hear you say that. I am your partner and I love you and I am always here for you." she pressed.

"Even during the bad?" he asked bashfully. He knew the answer but he wanted to double check

"Especially during the bad." she said sternly. "You got that?" she nudged her chin.

"Yes." he hummed.

-

Her legs dangled off the countertop as he stood in between her parted legs, and boy, did he fit perfectly there. They smiled at one another as he took a sip of the hot chocolate she had made him.

Extra mini marshmallows because they didn't have the big ones. Y/n even dusted coco powder on top for the full affect making Evan smile happily.

"Best hot chocolate. Ever." he mused as he took a big gulp.

Y/n took a sip from her mug and beamed up at him through her lashes- placing the mug down onto the counter. "Feeling better?" she wanted to know.

Evan sighed, nodding his head slowly before placing his mug down so he could snake his arms around her waist and pull her into him. "Yes." he hummed. "Thank you.

"Always." she said lowly, placing her lips against his Adams apple. he groaned against her lips causing her to smile against his heated skin.

"What would I do without you?" he said aloud as he looked down at her before placing his lips against her softly.

"Not have the worlds best hot chocolate" she pointed.

[hauntedbubbles]

They're so sassy with it 🤣🤣🤣

Graves: Watch your ass down there Soap: Aye...I'll be watchin' somebody's arse doon ther'👀 Ghost: Fuckin' 'ell

@atombonniebaby here with my secondary blog...wanted to give my cod content it's own home... HantedBubbles = SoapGhost 🧼💀

I'm also doing a one shot, where Soap didn't get the birthday he had planned, and the boys decide to drop in, unannounced to cheer him up. (or Price has the kids for the weekend)

So...I wrote a bit where Ghost is bribed into getting the above outfit when they're out getting supplies 🤣

Have a read 👇🏼 encourage me to finish it 🙌🏼

"You seen this?" Gaz holds up a t-shirt, a mix of black and neon pinks. "It's got a skull."

He should hate it. He knows he should. It's garish and loud and everything he'd usually scoff at. But fuck it all, he sorta loves it? "It's not the worst thing you Muppets have shown me..."

"With them grey jeans and this..." Gaz hands him a light grey garment, a jacket by the looks of it, trendier than he'd ever have chosen for himself. The arms look like they'd cut off circulation to his hands if he flexed too hard. "I think it could work."

"Go on, son, no point speculating, go try ‘em on." Price shoos him in the direction of the changing rooms.

He could complain or try to argue his case, but he knows this is one of those battles he won't win. With a heady sigh he makes his way to an empty cubicle, which is hardly big enough to house a fucking toddler... never mind his 6”3’ arse.

After what felt like the warm-up session from his workouts (and an hour of swearing at buttons), Ghost managed to wrestle himself into a pair of jeans that actually fit him (if you don't look down past his shins) They were just long enough that his boots might reach ‘em. (And spare him the trouble of looking a right tosser.)

They was...a little hugging. The soft, light grey denim, a far cry from his usual heavy blue work jeans and cargos... He almost hates them too, wants to, but even he can admit, his legs looked mint in ‘em, he turned then, to see how they look in the back and— yeah...not on their life... this ain’t ‘appenin’—

"You alive in there?” Price, king-of-choosing-his-moments, knocked on the door.

Fuck! The button's stuck!..."Ye...yeah..." He struggled to breathe out, trying to keep quiet while fat fingers fumbled with the bastard button. "Tha’s it! I-I ain't buyin' 'nout from 'ere— fuckin' ’ell!”

"Simon, unlock it, yeah?”

If that fucker laughed he'd kill him. With a defeated sigh, Ghost opened the door just enough for Price to slide inside the tiny space... He looks down at the captain and debates if he has enough room to hide the body.

“Just help us get these off, yeah? Fuckin' things are stuck!”

"Reign it in...take a breath." He had to give it to the Captain, that smile that nearly broke, stayed away. "They ain't bad on ya, what's the matter?”

He's more caked up than the fucking bakery isle in this here Big Tesco is what's the fucking matter. "They ain't practical, Captain. Soft as shit fabric'll fall apart after a few washes."

"Fifty quid..." Price smiled, arms crossed and smug as he opened the door. "And I'll buy 'em for ya?”

"Why?” Ghost blurted out. "I ain't got anywhere to wear 'em!"

"Because I remember the crazy shit you used to wear back in the day, and this is bloody tame... Why not let Simon have this one, eh?”

He hated the way his cheeks burned hotter... but fifty quid? Outta the Captains pocket? Fuckin' hell. "A'right, fine! But on the small chance I croak it t’night and end up a real fuckin' ghost lookin' like a knob...I'm haunting ya!”

Price laughed at that, clapping him on the shoulder. "That sounds like a yes?"

"A begrudging one."

"Then get to it. We 'aven't got all day."

Bastard.

Ghost double knotted his laces. Nothing pinched, everything fitted, felt comfortable. Fuck. He stood on a deep breath and turned to the ridiculously big mirror and tugged the scarf back down around his neck, running a hand through his hair. "Fuck's sake..."

The skull T-shirt clung a little tighter than he expected. Not quite a second skin, but enough to be noticeable. These clothes were... new and different, and he doesn't know how to process how that made him feel.

He was the kind of guy that could blend into any crowd, could fade into the background and be unnoticed. He liked being invisible. Hated being in the spotlight.

The jeans made him feel like an asshole.

The shirt made him look like a twat.

And yet, who he found staring back in the mirror was a man that could pass for an everyday bloke. One who didn't live on the fringes of society, one who hadn't done the things he had. This was a guy who could be content curled up on the sofa with a book and a cup of tea. The kind of man that had roots, who had friends and family that stood by him...had his back.

Simon stepped out of that cubicle, feeling more naked than he had when he'd stripped down. Yet, a strange sense of security washed over him as he faced his commanding officer with an apprehensive stare.

Price had that stupid, dopey grin plastered on his face, just like when he was congratulating his troops on a job well done.

"There he is," Price whispered as he reached up to ruffle his hair, and he batted the hand away, scowling as he ducked out of the changing room.

"Fuckin' hell, sir..."

"Garrick...I'm warnin' ya..." he growled, shoving the smaller man towards the exit of the store. "Not another fuckin' word."

[star2fishmeg]

Can we have another fujio fic? If you’re not busy ofc, I love your writing

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Pairing: Hanaoka Fujio x afab!reader

Summary: when a storm hits one night, Fujio’s stranded at y/n’s, who not so excited as Fujio, but he struggles to fall asleep and seeks y/n for help

Warnings: sunshine!fujio, grumpy!reader, swearing, fluff, friends to lovers, they’re both painfully in love, Fujio’s drunk at the start, reader is so not a reflection of myself

Authors note: the final request from last year! Deepest apologies anon, thank you for your patience <3 requests may open after this :3

Request: above!

It wasn’t the weather, and it wasn’t the fact that he was cold and wet that had Fujio stumbling through the streets. He didn’t have a single coherent thought in his head but all he knew was that her place was not far from where he’d ended up. Rain hammering on his skin to the point it began to sting a bit and his clothes soaked through and stuck to him. A night out was supposed to be fun, why wasn’t this weather forecast?

Upon peering through the peephole and seeing Fujio hugging himself like a lost puppy, she took his arm and pulled him inside, wrapping him in the towel she kept by the door especially for him. It wasn’t the first time he’d rocked up like that, no. But not often did he turn up wasted and wet.

They both remained silent as they shuffled through y/n’s apartment into her bathroom, not because she was mad, but she didn’t have a lot to say. Sitting down on the toilet seat, Fujio peered up at the woman stood between his shivering legs. Her lips downturned, eyes focusing on peeling his shirt and tank top off his body and tossing them into the washing basket.

“I…I’m really sorry y/n,” he paused to form another sentence, tears almost welling, “for waking you up…again.” His face was met with darkness, y/n drying his hair with a small towel after he mumbled. After getting his hair to an at least damp state, she started wiping the excess water off his shoulders, arms, and chest hastily. He didn’t complain about it, she had every right to be rough, her eyes were barely staying open and yet she still decided to clean him up. She could’ve just left him in her entrance way, making him sort himself out but she never did that, each time she’d sigh and drag him into her house to tend to whatever needs he turned up with. Every time he’d brought it up to the boys, Tsukasa would slap him on the shoulder and tell him to keep her, that someone loved him more than they were letting on. Others would scream and groan in envy, begging to meet her friends.

“Can you take your trousers off? I’ll get you some dry clothes.” She asked, turned, and walked into her bedroom to rummage through Fujio’s left over clothes. She never returned them, what was the point when he basically lived there. He followed instructions and pulled on the clothes she left at the door, not that he was in the state to care what she saw, and she wasn’t someone to particularly make a big deal out of it either. “Jio?” He hummed in response, trying to even say another word would’ve been embarrassing, “Your futon’s ready when you wanna sleep. Goodnight.”

--

He tossed, he turned, changed position, blanket on, off, half on half off. So much movement he had sobered up and could feel how light his blanket was. He sat up, shoulders dropping and threw his head back to imitate a groan he couldn’t vocalise. The storm continued to rage on, wind howling and even thunder and lightning joined the party. He looked the other way, y/n sleeping soundly, cosied up in her double bed. Creeping from off the floor, Fujio tiptoed over and slid under the sheets next to her. When y/n said she was a human heater, she was not exaggerating. His once chilling bones instantly warmed and he sank straight into her pillows.

“Jio?” she muttered, voice cracking slightly. He turned to face her, watching her eyes pry themselves open. Even though her hair was messier than usual, he still thought she was pretty.

His eyes widened slightly, “y/n! Uh- I’m sorry please go back to sleep- I just was just cold and couldn’t- “

“-it’s okay. Do you feel better?” she croaked, pushing his hair back from his eyes. His lips tugged into a small smile, and he gave a faint nod. “Good. Now sleep.”

Once she’d closed her eyes, he rolled onto his back, smiling, “This is nice.” He whispered.

“Don’t make me puke.”

--

Another hour passed and Fujio laid eyes wide open and a scowl on his face, he thought that rain was supposed to be soothing but clearly, he was lied to. Y/n had even started stirring, and while that wasn’t alien for her to be a light sleeper, she rarely changed her position. Taking a glance at her figure, her eyes were also partly open, listening to the screaming weather from outside. It got him thinking, maybe Tsukasa was onto something. He and y/n had been friends for years, even if they did attend different high schools. She’d always been the one to patch him up (despite having basic medical knowledge), she cooked for him, took him in, hung out with him and although she spent most of that time insulting him, he never took anything personally. The small acts of service and care was enough reassurance that she was being affectionate in her own way, and he loved that. And he hoped that one day he could return that without, well, ‘making her puke’.

“Y/n? Am I worthy of love? Like, are there any redeeming qualities to me?” He whined, hoping that she’d give him some sort of indication that Tsukasa was right.

“Shut the fuck up and go to sleep.” She, understandably, spat back. She was glad she wasn’t facing him anymore, and that he couldn’t see how badly she wanted to answer that question, but the words just wouldn’t come out the way she wanted them to. Showing was better than telling, and she was showing that she wanted him to rest considering his lifestyle.

“Your duvet is too light, it’s gonna take ages, I need weight!” he kicked his feet up and let the duvet slowly fall back down, grateful that y/n wouldn’t be angry with him with all his struggling. Y/n deeply inhaled, chest thundering. She knew that, but she didn’t have the weighted blanket as her sibling had claimed it. Rolling over slightly to glance at him, the way his chest rose and fall as he tried breathing exercises, his hair that fell over his forehead, his lips that pouted slightly like a child. Y/n swallowed her pride, hand sliding over his right pectoral and head on the other, left leg finding home over his waist. Fujio’s breath hitched, his arms wrapping around her waist, switching between holding and one hand rubbing the bare skin on her thigh. Y/n nuzzled into his collarbone, eyes fluttering closed with every feathery drag of his fingers up and down her leg.

“Happy?” She mumbled, her voice rumbling into his chest.

“I could die like this.” His smile evident in the chortle he gave.

“To answer your question, if you weren’t lovable, I wouldn’t be busting my arse off for you. Whatever Tsukasa told you was correct.”

--

Sun seeping through the curtains with birds singing their songs, the storm had passed. Y/n and Fujio had remained tangled in each other, and both had finally stayed asleep. Best sleep of Fujio’s life, even if his arm was kind of numb.

Y/n’s alarm rang, and her body struggled to roll around to turn it off but once she had, she groaned. Wriggling out of Fujio’s arms, she sat up, barely opening her eyes and staring at nothing before beginning to swing her legs over the bed.

Fujio’s stronger arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her down and back into his chest.

“Bro, I have school.” She brooded; Fujio placed a kiss to her neck.

“Did you just ‘bro’ me?”

“Cry about it.”

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this is how i imagined sasha dressing for that wip i posted earlier. and after suffering severe brain rot, i came running to this app. 🤭🤭🤭

⚠️ afabreader, she/her pronouns, both reader and sasha are queer, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), it’s really fluff w A LOT of sexual tension.

song i recommend for vibes:

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sasha is such a good friend to you, she did so much to help you when you were in need.like in high school, when you would forget to pack a lunch, she would always walk around with double of hers—honestly it was because two meals were enough to satisfy her, but she never got to eat the other one. instead she would be handing the thermos or sandwhich bag to you with a blank stare, mumbling to you to be more mindful but she never stopped giving you food.

oh my gosh! she was such a positive friend for you. like that time in college, when she had introduced you to connie and jean from your guys’ kinesiology class. you had been wanting to get to know them for a while because of how chill they seemed, but were always nervous to initiate conversations. so sasha did it for you.

you four had become a friend group instantly. sasha had told you she felt the best vibes around them and knew they would be a great addition for you two. and they were. you guys would spend everyday together, either in connie and jean’s dorm or you and sasha’s shared apartment. whether it was studying, playing video games, movie nights, or just regular hanging out, the moment was never dull.

sasha was a supportive friend. when you began to date this guy porco, who was on your college’s basketball team, she would come with you to the basketball games. she was on the women’s team, so it wasn’t like she wasn’t interested, but it would make her nauseous to see how heart eyed you became when provo would make a shot.

but still, sasha was an understanding friend. when your boyfriend started to take more time away from you two, she didn’t get upset. you hadn’t experienced adult love before, so she understood.

when you would miss scheduled bonding time or her important games because ‘porco needed you’, sasha didn’t yell at you for it. she understood.

when you would walk into her room at eleven thirty at night, with a pout on your lips and glossy eyes, and complaining about how you have so much homework to do, she stays up all night and does half for you.

when you forget to study for a test in class, and are having a mini freak out in class the day of the test, sasha holds your hand in support, slipping you a folded paper containing everything you need to know to pass.

sasha braus was your best friend. i mean, who else would stay up late to listen to you sob about how difficult of a time you were having with galliard while simultaneously helping you part your hair for a protective style. passion twists, her favorite on you. you cried about how you weren’t feeling heard or seen in the relationship. you were feeling like he was with you for just the aesthetic reasons and didn’t bother to put in real effort. she listened through it all.

sasha was an honest friend. who couldn’t hide her face for shit when you revealed to her that every time porco eats you out, you fake an orgasm to make him feel good. “he just…gets in his head, s’all. i’m sure he’ll be good once the nerves go.” you would say, but she could tell you didn’t believe your own words.

but oh, did she have her moments. sometimes sasha would be a possessive friend. like when her braids ups would somehow almost always fall on days porco was spending the night, she would take advantage of your kindness and ask you to wash and put a treatment in her hair. you would protest about not wanting to take the whole night, but she’d pout and bat her lashes,and you would melt away. porco would be irritated and sasha was always elated.

sasha had a lot of good qualities about her. one that you loved was how much of a comforting friend she was. when you would have your bad mental days, where everyone and anyone was getting muted and ignored, sasha was the only one that got to be near you.

you would send her a text at 1pm, asking if she were up. she would tell you she just got up and crashing from morning practice. you wouldn’t respond, instead sasha would hear the padding of your feet before seeing you at her bedroom door. you were wearing one of your big tees with only panties on and long socks. you wouldn’t talk as you got under the blanket with her and wrapped your arms around her waist. she would hold you, placing a comforting kiss to your forehead and just lie in silence with you.

sasha was everything you could ask for in a friend. you would always say how lucky you were to have her in your life. she was the only one who truly understood you. and because of that, sasha was a protective friend. like when she was at a party with connie and jean, and saw your boyfriend grinding up on a girl who she knew wasn’t you. why? because she left you home since you had a final term paper to do.

so sasha did what she knew was best and got up from her seated position on the stairs, nodding to jean and connie that she would soon return. she draped your boyfriend up in an instant, threatening him that if he doesn’t leave and go get you the sweetest apology present this instant, she would perform an impromptu castration on him.

sasha was your experienced friend. who would fascinate you with all the different sexual experiences she’s had with both men and women.

“but wait, so do you like receiving or giving pleasure more?” you ask as you lie across her bed, dressed in her basketball jersey you took from the laundry basket.

sasha stared off into space for a second, thinking about her answer. you couldn’t help but notice how good she looked. jaw clenching while deep in thought, sitting with her knees to her chest and arms over her knees. her hair was out naturally straight with a beanie on top of her head. she was wearing a black crewneck and plaid pajama pants. you watched her eyes look over your figure before looking to you, smiling as she said “giving.”

sasha was your observant friend. she would always have to fill you in on the innuendos and subliminal messages that went over your head when you two would watch movies or listen to jean and connie talk. so she was surprised when your response to her wasn’t an oblivious nod of approval, but a clench of your thighs.

sasha was your smart friend, who figured out your sweet spot when she would watch you dress up as her personal cheerleader for every one of her games, and see you write her jersey number, 9, on a specific spot on your neck.

after she would take her team to victory with a twenty point lead, she would pull you into a hug, dripping in sweat, and placing a quick and hazy kiss to that number that adorned your neck, mumbling about how much good luck your presence brought her. you would feel your body temperature rise, and you would ever so slightly tighten your hold on her jersey.

sasha is your best friend, who you would rather die for than lose. she was your day one, go to, ride or die—she was everything you needed in a better half. she was a friend.

so why now, when porco fucks you to an orgasm, are you thinking of her on top of you instead of him?