#like damn I just wanna sit and think about this series for the rest of the day

[watchersleuth]

No spoilers but Ghost Files Alone was such a rollercoaster in the best way! For a man who adores theme parks and committing to the bit, Ryan Bergara took us all for a ride in the best way! This series is a great mix of suspense, humor, chills, introspection, and heart.

As a Boogara, I wouldn't be able to do what he did and I'm inspired and proud of what he accomplished. And I think even the Shaniacs will appreciate what this show represents in terms of facing a challenge and your own personal ghosts.

Ryan put so much time and care into this series and it really shows in each episode. The concept, planning, execution, and post-production are all incredible and I think it's one of the best things he's ever made.

So many kudos to Ryan and the Watcher team for this one!!

[pinkaditty]

pink pink piN K HAVE YOU SEEN REN'S BEDROOM CARD LEAK GAGSHHDHSBDDB ive been thinking about it THE WHOLE DAMN DAY GRGGHRBHRH I WANNA BITE ON HIS COLLARBONE SO BAD GGFFFEEGRH and thOSE fFfINGERS GOOOODDDD IM SUCKING THEM TILL THEY TURN PURPLE WAT CH 🏁🏁🏁🏁 im just so thirsty about ren lately im so sorry LMFAO GOSH

[🐟]

Morning After (Perv!Ren Shiranami x Reader; Tokyo Debunker)

argggghhh another one!!!!!!!! eventually i will put this series 2 rest!!!

a/n: okay so. im actually pretty mellow towards ren. he’s cute n all and i love how he and sho regularly call you “senpai” so i like him but hes not among my top 3 ghouls (evil and intimidating haku fic looming over my shoulder). however. my one true regular, [🐟] anon, has been losing their damn mind in my inbox abt this boy and his collarbones. so i looked at his new card. did a little bit of jabberwock thinking. and i woke up a week ago thinking abt ren getting fucked up off of mc’s pheromones or something. in summary: [🐟] anon. idk who u are. but wheni fcking GET you. u poisoned me with ren thoughts. how dare u. 

anyways i am. running out of steam 4 smut again so i will probably need time 2 recharge and recover my motivation. that being said, i have ideas for sfw angst-charged alan and rui fics (and might post those before haku and subaru perv pt2 fics), so be on the lookout for those. it’ll be my first time writing 4 alan so i hope it turns out alright.

summary: ren wakes up next to a suspiciously large pile of pillows after movie night.

cw: masturbation, ruined orgasm, perverted ren ig?, panty admirer, etc etc idk how 2 tag this. ofc it's not proofread, its never proofread. enjoy!

Ren blinks awake. His vision layers over itself before finally clearing after a few groggy blinks. He musters the energy to pull his face away from whatever it was stuck to, slowly sitting up, yanking his arm from underneath a heavy lump of pillows. He blinks once, twice, three times, and spaces out for an eternity before he finally feels awake enough to move around properly. He yawns and stretches, feeling a few bones in his back pop before he finally relaxes again. He idly thought to himself about working on his godforsaken posture.

Reluctantly, he shifts his feet off of the bed and stands, ridding himself of his comfortable haven and thrusting himself into the slightly cooler environment of his room outside of his bed. What was he even getting up for, anyway? It’s not like he had any classes. He may as well hop right back into the waiting sheets.

And that’s what he would have done, if he hadn’t finally noticed that the heavy lump he’d thought was pillows was actually a person. He doesn’t know how he didn’t notice it before. A leg and an arm curl around one of his body pillows, a sleeping face just barely visible over the edge of the pillow. Panic shoots through him as he tries to rack his brain for appropriate, reasonable excuses as to why the fucking honor student was in his bed, until he remembers the night prior. Horror movie night. He wasn’t sure how you felt about horror movies, but he’d invited you over anyway. Plus, he needed an excuse to rope you into helping him get extra rewards in a new game he’d started, and he knew that wasn’t a compelling enough reason for you to come over. It seems that the two of you had fallen asleep before you could head home, resulting in this. You were even still in your uniform, your blazer draped unceremoniously over his desk chair, your bag spilling its contents of notebooks, files, pencils, and snacks all over his floor, your shoes placed neatly by his door, your tie hung over his doorknob. Hell, your mess tied in so nicely with his worse, pre-made mess that he probably wouldn’t have noticed if he hadn’t been looking. 

Honestly, he’d be happy to just… let you sleep. You seemed comfortable, and he was inclined to get right back in bed anyway, but quite frankly, he didn’t want the clown to catch you in his room. That would lead to questions he was unwilling to answer, assumptions he’s too lazy to derail, and more work for him, at worst. Maybe he'd just have to double-check his locks - keep the clown out for a few hours so that you could catch some sleep and he could have some peaceful silence. 

He checks the window locks first, ensuring that they’re in place and bolted shut. He does the same with the locks on his door, and even looks suspiciously at his vent for a while before deciding that if the clown was that desperate, he would have done it before. 

With the room sweep finished, he ambles back towards his bed, trying not to stare too hard at you, hugging his body pillow, one leg thrown over it. Every time you shifted, he would freeze in his tracks, his heart pounding in his chest with a mix of excitement and fear at the two potential outcomes your shifting could result in: your skirt riding up, or you waking up. Only one of those was ideal. Perving on a sleeping girl was gross, though, and he knew better, or so he liked to tell himself. He feels his shoulders tense up as you shift again. He holds his breath, watching your body carefully. When no more movement is made, he steps between his desk and the bed, walking over to the other side of the bed, “his” side, at least for now. He softly eases himself onto his side again, watching you carefully to make sure he hasn’t woken you up. He breathes a sigh of relief and reaches for his tablet, noting his cheek mark on it. So this is what his face had been stuck to. 

He’s wiping up the drool on one corner of the screen with the sleeve of his robe when you suddenly groan loudly. He jumps, fumbling with the tablet before gripping it like a lifeline, watching you with wide eyes as you turn over. He can’t decide if it’s his lucky day or his worst nightmare when you end up on your other side, your back to him with your skirt riding up and a premium, never-before-seen view of your panties hugging your ass. Ren swallows thickly before forcing his gaze away, feeling his face turn red from shame. That was gross and he knew better. He knew better than to peer at your panties while you were sleeping, in his room, clearly trusting him. ‘You know better,’ is all that runs through his head as he feels his abdomen swim and his cock twitch. He buries his face in his hands, dropping his tablet to the bed with a soft thump. He knew better than to cross a line such as this, but god, that sight was mouthwatering. He finds himself peering through his fingers, glancing at the sight. They were simple, unassuming, but well-worn. The fabric was obviously thin in some places, and clung to your body in such a way that left little to the imagination. He wondered what you were even dreaming about, seeing how you were soaking wet, leaking through the panties and onto part of his comforter. Fuck, what he wouldn't give for a whiff, or even a lick of that. 

His mind nearly chokes on his thoughts, bringing them to a speedy halt. He turns away, covering his eyes, trying not to feel the way his cock jumps for the umpteenth time against his thigh. His face burns with shame and embarrassment, the cherry red hue spreading to his ears and neck. He knew better than to do this. This was gross. Unbelievably gross. He'd expect this of any of the other weird, obsessive, filthy, deranged, pent-up ghouls, which he'd hoped he wasn't a part of. Unfortunately, the saliva flooding his mouth hungrily and the blood rushing to his abdomen only proved he was, indeed, just as filthy as the rest. Fuck. Couldn't he be normal about a girl in his bed? You were just sleeping - dreaming about something heated, but dreaming regardless - and appeared quite peaceful. He could be normal about it. A girl, lying in his bed, with her soaking wet panties showing. Even with his cock twitching, his saliva building, his heart pounding, his hands trembling - he could be normal about this. Right?

He glances over at your form again, his eyes raking over your body. He tries not to let his gaze linger on your panties, but it does anyway. He licks his lips as his eyes cross over the wet spot, imagining the taste of you. He groans, pulling at his hair and trying to control his breathing. He looks down at his cock, now at full mast and pressing angrily against his pajama pants, and frowns. There was no way this was going to go away easily. He bites his lip, wondering how he was gonna get through this predicament. He could slip out and take care of this elsewhere, but that would risk getting caught by the clown. On the other hand, he could take care of this… here… in the privacy of his own room, with the honor student right next to him, the perfect view of her panties serving as perfect fap material. He sighs internally. He was so gross. But hey, if you got to have fun in your dreams, why couldn't he have fun without you knowing about it? 

Fuck it. He was too horny to care. 

He reaches for his bedside table out of muscle memory and rifles through the top drawer before his hand closes around a familiar plastic. He hurriedly pulls it out, cringing to himself as he looked at the fleshlight. Was he really going to do this? One glance at your panties chased all his sensible thoughts away. Yea. He absolutely was going to do this. 

It doesn’t take him long to set up two pillows, haphazardly jamming the fleshlight between them and hugging the pillows together with his body, laying over them on the bed. He pushes his pajama pants down, setting his cock free. He whimpers as he feels his tip press into the soft silicone of the fleshlight and immediately bites down on the pillows instead. He couldn’t make much noise and he had to try not to move around too much. If you woke up in the middle of this, it would be disastrous. His eyes fixate on the wet spot of your panties, and he suppresses another groan, feeling himself salivate at how your essence leaked onto his comforter, partially tucked between your thighs. He foolishly reaches for it without thinking, retracting immediately when you flinch in your sleep. He watches you carefully for any more movement before reaching for that section of comforter again, slowly pulling it out from between your legs. He keeps his hands as still as he possibly can, desperate not to wake you and just as desperate to get off with you filling his senses. Finally, he’s managed to slip some of the fabric from you. He presses the wet spot on his comforter against his nose and mouth, inhaling deeply. His cock twitches, brushing against the silicone fleshlight, making him nearly jolt in pleasure. He rubs his head back and forth until he finds the small opening between the folds. He wastes no time in pushing himself inside, flicking out his tongue to try and taste your essence on the fabric.

His thrusts into the fleshlight are short and quick, and he holds the pillows tighter as he humps into them, wishing he could pretend it was you he was pounding into, holding tight to his body, pressing hard into you. He growls as he holds the pillows tighter, watching your sleeping form, burying his nose into the comforter and continuing his quick pace, ensuring he wasn’t shaking the bed so much that you’d wake up. This was an utterly depraved and sickening act, he knew, but god, with your scent permeating through his mind and his cock buried in a soft fleshlight, he couldn’t bring himself to care. So long as you didn’t wake up, all he had to do was hope that his bangs sticking to his forehead and his flushed complexion wouldn’t give him away. 

He begins to feel himself reaching his peak. He never really did last long. His hands claw into the sheets of his bed and his thrusts begin to stutter. His groans, muffled by the comforter, grow louder. His mind clouds with ecstasy and his eyes roll back as he continues pistoning his hips forward, driving his cock further into the fleshlight. The sounds of his thrusts become wet due to precum slipping from him. He was not going to last much longer.

At the worst possible time, you begin to shift, as though waking up. Ren immediately freezes, his eyes locked onto your moving form. He releases the comforter from his mouth and tries to hide the drool stain over your essence with his robe sleeve. He panics as you stretch, desperately looking for a way to make him seem innocent and casual, the furthest thing from a perverted freak. He sees his tablet, which he’d dropped onto the covers earlier. He reaches for it, his fingers shaking. He feels his cock twitching angrily in the fleshlight at the loss of friction, and bites his lip, trying to focus. 

With his fingers shaking so much, he can barely turn his tablet on. He pushes his lips into the pillows he’s still holding tight together, muffling his gasps and whimpers as his cock continues to remind him of his lost opportunity. He hears you groaning and feels the bed shift as you groggily begin to turn over. God, just act normal, just act normal. He pretends to be immersed in his game, his cock still twitching and building pleasure, as you finally turn over, facing him, your eyes half open. 

As he shifts himself upwards to prop himself up on his elbows, his cock finally gives up, spilling forth his seed despite the lack of stimulating friction. He groans, pretending it's out of frustration at the game. He bites his lip, trying his best to muffle any more incriminating noises as his body trembles, his cock pumping his release into the already stuffed fleshlight. He was almost sure his groans and trembling would give him away, but in your sleepy stupor, you don’t seem to notice. He rejoices at your dazed look towards him, your brow furrowing as you blink. 

He tries to give you a bored look, knowing his face is fully flushed and his lips are red from biting them. His body continues to tremble, and it is all he can do to pray that you don’t notice the way he shakes. He turns his head away and clears his throat, before turning to you. Thank god his voice sounded relatively normal. “Hey. Good morning.”

He doesn’t berate you for accidentally falling asleep during movie night, as he did the same, for all he knows. He watches as you smile, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. He looks back down at his game, pretending he wasn’t buried to the hilt in a fleshlight and that his sleeve wasn’t covering evidence of his depravity. 

“You have really pretty collarbones, Ren.” Your voice, still thick with sleep, cuts through the silence dotted with sound effects from the game running on his tablet. 

Ren looks up at you, red-faced, his bangs still stuck to his forehead, his robe loose and hanging forward to reveal a portion of his chest underneath his pajama shirt. After getting over the initial shock of the compliment, he smirks at you, turning his gaze back down to the game.

“First thing you say to me when you wake up, huh?” He pretends he’s not embarrassed by the comment, blowing it off despite the racing of his heart and the twitching of his cock in the hidden fleshlight. “Careful, Senpai. Perving on your kouhai could be considered harassment, you know.” He says matter-of-factly, hoping his voice comes out as bored as ever. 

Boy, was he one to talk.

whew!!!!!!!! if im being honest i can't be proud of this one either but hey man. i pumped it out whippeeeeeee!!!!!!

im ngl i will probably break from writing smut 4 a bit so that i can be all in 4 the haku and subaru fics. i might post the alan and rui fics im thinking of prior 2 getting back in2 my usual swing. gotta recharge!

anyways. as always. this is a bit late but please enjoy!!!!! i love likes but especially comments, tagged reblogs, and asks telling me all about how you adored my work!! please don't be shy 2 share ur thoughts!!!!!!

songs i listened 2 while writing this:

pop team epic - sumire aseka (this song's lyrics have a very "fuck it, we ball" type vibe which is. sorta what goes on here.)

we not humping - monaleo ft. flo milli ("put that dick up, we not humping!" bc i was essentially shaming ren in my head the entire time as i wrote this)

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[princessbrunette]

⊹ ᜊ(ᜊ ´ ˘)੭ ♡ … BED CHEM ♡

track seven of the short n’sweet series. pairing: kook!pope x reader. based loosely of the song bed chem by sabrina carpenter. enjoy! ໒꒰՞ ܸ. .ܸ՞꒱ა

you’d heard of love at first sight, but lust at first sight was an experience that hit you like a tonne of bricks in the university library.

the first time you’d had the chance to experience pope heyward in full was when he sat at a booth behind you whilst you were studying. you kind of already knew who he was, and kind of already had always thought he was cute despite knowing very little about him despite the fact he was wealthy and a chemistry major. you’d had the chance to talk to him at a party before, sure — but you didn’t think it was appropriate to bond with a boy with the likes of him whilst you were wearing such a sheer dress. you’d said no more than hi and bye.

“look, dude i’m not sayin’ i’m bad at sex. my girls always cum. all i’m sayin’ is, i feel like i can be better. i don’t know how you do the whole teasing thing. i’m a dude. with dude parts. i get impatient and just wanna go straight to pound town — boom!” his blonde friend rambles, and your ears prick up immediately, tearing your eyes away from your textbook to listen distractedly. it wasn’t your fault— you were ovulating, and plus, popes friend was talking at an alarmingly casual volume. “c’mon bro you take chemistry. don’t you know about the human body n’shit?”

“okay, first of all — what you’re talking about is biology. second of all, i’m trying to study. third of all would you keep your voice down?” you hear him ball something up and toss it in the direction of the blonde and nearly let your giggle slip. you were bored out of your mind and horny, there was no harm in eavesdropping.

“alright alright — but answer me this one thing.” popes pal lowers his voice so naturally you lean back in your booth to listen in. “say i want a girl goin’ crazy. beggin’ for it. what do i gotta do? c’mon pope i know you know.”

“if i give you some pointers will you shut the hell up and let me study?” pope sounds bored, and his nonchalance to the situation makes you flush.

“…yes.”

the darker skinned boy sighs, and you picture him leaning on his elbows, making you work even harder to listen. “okay. put a pillow under her hips. it’s gonna help you hit her gspot a lot easier and she’s gonna be more comfortable which you want. massage her hips when you go down on her and don’t skip out on taking your time down there jj.”

“massage her hips?”

“it opens her up. makes her relax her pelvic floor.”

“alrighty, noted. what else, chief?”

“talk her through it. you know how to do that?”

“damn right i do.” the blonde answers confidently.

“i dread to think what that poor girl has to hear.”

by the end of the conversation, you’re dripping. it’s not your fault — like you said, ovulation can be a real bitch. it gets to the point where you need to get up and walk around before you start humping the study bench, so you decide on strolling over to the water dispenser to refill your bottle that you’d been ravenously sipping down to attempt to quell your growing arousal. you also were feeling curious and wanted to get another look at your crush.

when you walked back with your freshly filled bottle, there he was in all his glory— berating his blonde friend in the hat to simply let him study. god he looked good, expensive. sitting comfortably in the booth in a white jacket, voice smooth and buttery and you couldn’t help but stare, your top set of teeth tugging at your glossy bottom lip. the pair of you lock eyes, but you can’t look away— neither can he. did you look flustered? could he tell you’d been listening? were you clammed up? could he sense the arousal seeping through your panties? you wouldn’t be surprised if he somehow could. he seemed like some sort of sex god.

he was none the wiser, and the rest was history — the boy having secured your phone number before you’d left the library.

after that, the two of you became inseparable. if you weren’t studying together or grabbing food (that he’d refuse to let you pay for) you were on the phone, ranting and raving about the people in your classes or the weird thing your professor said that day. there was chemistry, sure — a bond that you could only see heading towards a relationship. but with all the soft touches, the lingering looks from beneath your lashes, the tension — you were itching to take the next step. you’d desired him carnally from the day you met.

it’s a thursday evening, and pope has an exam the next day. a big one. you’d settled on hanging out via phone call whilst he studied, quickly getting on with your own business instead of getting to be at his side distracting him. it was for the best, and whilst you’d pouted at the promised temporary distance, you knew it was a good idea.

until night falls, and you’re laying on your bed — listening to the scribbling away of his pencil through the line. you sigh, a small smile dusting your face.

“you know, the day we met properly i’d kind of overheard one of your conversations.” he can tell you’re biting back a giggle, and with your joy infectious — he smiles too.

“yeah? did no one ever teach you that it’s rude to eavesdrop?” he teases and you let the giggle free, rolling back over to stare at the ceiling.

“s’not my fault! jj has a loud mouth.” you accuse lightheartedly and he hums in agreement, still scribbling away.

“that he does…” he finishes up what he’s writing before directing his attention back to the conversation. “so what exactly did you overhear?”

you bite your lip, recalling it. “well, it’s not exactly PG…”

his brows perk up in curiosity as his eyes flicker towards your contact image on his screen. “oh? i hope i didnt embarrass myself.”

“no, no not at all… i was intrigued.”

“well don’t leave me hanging.” he truly had no idea.

“you were giving jj…pointers. for the… bedroom.” you relay shyly, suddenly losing all your confidence. simply the memory of that day left your cunt fluttering, already lubricating itself.

“ah. i remember now.” he sounds tense, like he can’t tell how you feel about it. “not exactly an ideal topic for… the library, you know?”

“mhm… anyway, i was pretty impressed.”

you hear him smile, placing his pencil down all together. bingo.

“okay… and what exactly was it that impressed you might i ask?”

you suck in a shaky breath, hoping you don’t come across like some insane gooner all of a sudden. you’d say you’d done a good job at hiding your arousal for him in all the occasions you’d hung out.

“well… all of it. you seem to really know how to make a… make a girl feel good. probably better than i know how to— whatever.” you say the last part quietly, in disbelief that you were being so open. you were thinking with your pussy, you couldn’t help it.

he pauses, and for a split second you feel a wave of embarrassment. but then he speaks.

“at the risk of not sounding very humble, i’d say i have a good success rate.” he sounds so warm, so fond of you — it makes you feel comfortable enough to continue. “in the past—” he adds quickly. “i don’t… talk to any other girls but you now. don’t… don’t wanna…. touch any girl but you now. just to make that clear. you know.”

the tension is so thick and hot that it’s stifling all of a sudden and you’re not even infront of eachother. your mouth moves without your permission.

“how?” you breathe.

“…how?” he repeats, leaning back in his desk chair in his student apartment. it was times like these he was thankful he didn’t have a roommate. it was times like these you were grateful that yours had gone on vacation.

“how would you… touch me?” you’re so quiet that you’re surprised it picks up on the mic.

“uh, well… any way you’d like it. i think it’s important that sexual partners… communicate, and stuff you know? the guy should never be too proud to ask the girl what she likes. so… what do you like?” he licks his lips, staring straight at the wall.

“i… dont really know. i don’t have much experience. not good experience anyway.”

“thats okay—” he coo’s kindly as your voice overlaps once more with—

“i think i like—”

“— oh, no go ahead. what do you like sweetheart?” sweetheart. you squeeze your legs shut at the casual way it rolls off his tongue.

“…i think i’d like you to take the control… be the dominant one i guess. i like feeling…”

“taken care of?” he answers for you and you nod, before realising he can’t see you.

“mhm. yes.”

“well i am pretty confident that i can be that for you. like, one hundred percent confident. can do it just like you want it, pick you up, pull you down, turn you around… all that good stuff. it makes sense.”

you exhale, practically trembling as your legs fall open slightly, unable to stop yourself from trailing a hand down your stomach into your pyjama shorts.

“mhm?”

“yeah. but that stuff comes later, i literally just wanna focus on learning your body first, you know? how to touch you. every pussy is different, not to be crass or anything. i think to answer your question i’d just lay you down and finger you nice n’ slow, figure out the basics. make you feel nice.” he lists it off so… normally. like it’s obvious to him.

you sigh, spreading your juices through your folds and forget to respond for a moment. that is until he says your name and you open your eyes.

“hm?”

“are you touching yourself? to my voice?”

you feel your face get hot, shame creeping up your neck. all you can squeak out is an “i’m sorry.” and he chuckles.

“you have nothing to apologise for. i’m riling you up and it’s not fair but by all means, continue. god i—” he sighs, and you hear him shuffling. what he’s really doing, is reaching down to palm at his erection through his sweatpants— exam long forgotten about. this has all his attention. “—i wanted to be all… respectful i guess. wait until the time was right, but… but i just wanna make you cum. so hard. so many times.” he lets loose a little, reaching down to pull his cock out. it’s then he hears it, that pretty pained whimper whilst you rub yourself— no holding back now.

“i’ve wanted you so bad from the day we first met. but — but wanted to be a good girl. show you i’m more than—”

“i know, and you are. you are. oh my god, screw this exam. i should be there. i’ll tell you what, okay — i’m gonna talk you through this orgasm, but i want you to remember how it feels to cum on your own fingers — ‘cause, well — that’s not gonna be happening anymore. it’s all me now, honey. all me.”

[kpopsexstories]

GAY ONE-SHOT #8: MX Wonho x Male Reader Body Worship

This is a 100% gay story. Check out this post for my straight smut and this post for more gay smut.

Idols: Monsta X's Wonho

Content: Wonho is looking for a bottom who takes control – you’re happy to give him what he needs.

Type of Sex: WILD

Word Count: 3.2k

💬 Request: Hey! I'm the person who did the Wonwoo request; I've just read your post about the SubTop! Wonho suggestion and I'M TOTALLY ON BOARD! Also, I believe adding a little bit of body worship (M/R to Wonho) to the fic would be great. Btw, I also believe that the Wonho x Hyungwon series would definitely be an AMAZING idea :D

Wonho is sitting naked and hard on the edge of the bed and you wonder what the hell you're even doing here. He's got a boyfriend. You thought Hyungwon would be here too but he's not. You've been with them both before but never one at a time.

You feel like you're taking part in something very wrong – but Wonho seems eager and sure of himself and you figure what they get up to in their relationship is their choice. Besides, maybe Hyungwon will join you later.

You don't know and you don't ask. The forbidden act is actually thrilling to you. Wonho's big, sexy, muscular body turns you on so bad. You're sure that if Hyungwon was in the room too he'd be smirking in the corner, jerking off while watching his boyfriend fuck you.

Their relationship is an extraordinary mystery to you. But Wonho is the one who invited you here and who are you to judge? If he wants to stick his dick in your ass that's on him, and you're not about to stop him from making a mistake. If it even is a mistake.

In fact you suddenly want to take charge. The sight of Wonho's naked body makes you go wild. You're so hot for him, so horny, so eager to feel him in you again that – in the heat of the moment – the question if you're helping him cheat conveniently slips your mind.

All you can think about are those muscles. Oh, those big, firm, bulky muscles. Damn the man is hot.

You take off your underwear and walk up to him. He's staring at you with his mouth open and hands planted on the bed behind him. He knows what's about to happen, you know it, and there's no stopping you now. No boyfriend in the world can prevent you from fucking the man so good his eyes turn inside out while he's pounding you hard.

You reach Wonho and put a hand on his shoulder. You firmly push him down, making his arms buckle and he falls onto his elbows. You put a knee on either side of him as you climb on top of the bed, sit down on his lap and trace your hand across his flexing chest.

His skin is warm and smooth to touch. His eyes are hungry and full of lust. He may have a great sex life already, but nothing beats the sight of your naked body and the way you take control of the situation.

“Wanna fuck me?” you ask with a seductive smirk.

“Y-yeah,” Wonho whimpers then clears his throat. “Yeah,” he repeats, in a deep and manly voice this time.

There’s no one more manly, muscular and confident than Wonho, and you've got even him shaking when you offer yourself to him. It's an accomplishment you can't help but feel proud of.

You abruptly kiss his lips, the final barrier between hesitation about helping the man cheat and mind-blowing sex broken in an instant. There's no turning back now. As your hard cock rests on his abs and stomach, and your lips meet repeatedly on the bed, Hyungwon is all but forgotten.

Sure, you could face reality and think of him, who's probably home alone and oblivious to what you're doing to his man. You could be the good guy and stop this, at any time.

But you and Wonho both know that ain't happening. And before the night is over you'll learn that this actually isn't cheating at all. It's just a test, deviced by Hyungwon himself, and by taking control and fucking his boyfriend senseless you unwittingly pass with flying colors.

You're just the man they've been looking for.

You kiss Wonho again and proceed to make out. You rub your body against his as you bend forward, feeling his hard muscles and caressing his soft face and strong arms. He closes his eyes and gives himself to the moment, while you rock your hips and let your cheeks glide along his shaft.

At some point you sit up straight and reach behind you. You find his cock and release the hard shaft from below your ass. You place it against your cheeks while pushing it back with your body, and make it jolt the way you passionately rub against the erection.

You look down and the man at your mercy and smirk. His pleasured face and soft moans make you even hornier. There's nothing you enjoy more than a fit, confident man begging for you to let him fuck you.

You decide to give him what he so desperately wants and raise your ass high above his crotch, by sitting straight on your knees. His hands are on your thighs and torso while you position the cock behind you. Slowly you lower yourself onto Wonho's length, still grinning wide when your hole wraps itself tight around the head and shaft.

Wonho groans. He squeezes you harder while his abs become tense and hard. You push the palms of your hands down on his chest and stomach, controlling the pace as he penetrates you and you sink back down onto his lap.

“Ahh, fuck!” he exclaims. He's right where you want him, but you're also right where he wants you.

When the dick is all the way in you start rocking your body back and forth. Slow at first, as you get used to the sensation of the thick organ stretching your hole. Then faster, as you bounce gently up and down at a steady pace while Wonho lies all the way down with his eyes still fixed on your front.

“Fuck you're hot,” he groans.

You begin to pant and ride him harder. “I know,” you say and give him a brief naughty smirk. You love the way you make him grimace, the way he looks pained and pleasured at the same time.

You continue to bounce for a couple of minutes, your hole getting used to being stretched and Wonho's shaft feeling more agile and slippery with each jolt. His face also relaxes with time and he closes his eyes, as he gives himself over to you fully.

You look down at his open mouth, broad shoulders and wide arms. You keep feeling his bulging chest and firm pecs. His abs flex as he thrusts into you, and gradually you let him take over all the work.

“Harder!” you order and Wonho jolts. The strained expression returns. “Oh yeah, fuck me harder big boy,” you say and clench your cheeks around his shaft to make him moan.

You're just teasing him, letting him feel like he has all the power. In reality you're in full control, and he does everything you want him to do. When your legs grow weary and you feel a need to change positions you order him to play along by pushing him down hard and seductively on the bed.

Wonho is surprised by your sudden action. He opens his eyes wide when your body falls down on top of him. He groans again when you lift your ass until the dick falls out, and you quickly roll off the man and onto your side.

He tries to follow but you stop him. You put a hand on his shoulder and fight back. He quickly gives in to your subtly dominant ways and stays on his side beside you.

You briefly check out his hot body, eyeing him from head to hip. His torso is big but curved in this position, and his feet and lower legs dangle over the edge of the bed.

You move away from him and turn around. You get up on your knees and waddle to the headboard. You can feel his bewildered eyes on your back and ass as you position yourself against the wall, plant your hands on it, and spread your legs wider.

“Get over here,” you command and turn your head to see the man in the corner of your eye. Wonho leaps up with such speed it makes you giggle, and you love how eager but obedient he is.

“Closer,” you say when he positions himself behind you and you feel his hands on your hips. “Fuck me hard.”

You feel the dick play around your cheeks. Wonho gently slaps it against your skin but only a couple of times. The head soon finds your hole again and when it's half way in you forcefully stick your ass out further.

“Mmph!” Wonho exclaims when his shaft is pushed inside you. “Mm, fuck!”

He explores the full length of your body with his hands. They glide up and down your back and side, from your ass to your shoulders and down your thighs.

You press your head against the wall and use your hands and arms for resistance. Wonho's grip hardens around your hips, as he begins to thrust into you repeatedly.

“Fuck me Wonho,” you order which makes him go a little faster. “Put your arms around me.”

His hands glide around your front and he squeezes you tight. You can hear him grunting lowly by your neck and ear.

“Oh yeah, harder big boy!”

His muscles become locked in position, his big and strong arm engulfing you in lust and desire.

“Ah, Wonho, fuck my ass!”

His groin and stomach clap against your cheeks and lower back.

“Mm, yeah, fuck my ass!”

Wonho grimaces as he buries his face in your neck. “Ahh,” he groans. “Ahh, fuck you feel so good.”

You smile at the wall and occasionally grimace too. The thick and hard, but smooth and slippery, sensation of his cock sliding back and forth inside you and hitting you repeatedly in just the right spot feels so great.

Wonho's arm around your chest falls down, and his hand finds our dick. He grabs it tight and strokes it.

“Huuh, huuh, huuh, huuh!” he heaves right next to you while your cock throbs between his fingers. “Huuh, huuh, huuh, huuh!”

He's getting a little too comfortable. It's time to take back control again.

You push the thrusting man away by leaning backwards with your arms and hands on the wall. He tries to steady himself and push back inside you by pulling at your hip, but you're too forceful and he loses his balance.

He waddles backwards on his knees and pulls out. You turn around and stare at him with lust in your eyes. Then you give him another stern order: “Get out of bed,” you say.

Wonho keeps moving back while you stare at him. He gets out and stands on the floor by your feet. He looks puzzled when you don't tell him what to do next. You just smile to yourself, admiring the hot and shizled body on display, and the rock hard cock and erection pointing straight out between the man's legs.

You scoot down the bed in his direction. You reach out and feel him. You trace his abs and chest with your fingers, and he chuckles when he flexes and his pecs do a little jump.

“Like what you see?” he asks with a smirk.

You look up and stare him in the eye. “Oh yeah,” you say and grab his boner.

You spread your legs around his thighs. He tries to come for you but you hold him back. Instead you stick out your tongue and lick his smooth skin, while slowly stroking his dick to edge him on.

“Mmm,” you say when you taste him.

“Uhh, yeeeah,” he exclaims and throws his head back when you yank the shaft.

No other man has ever made him feel the way he feels in this moment. Not even Hyungwon.

*****

Wonho is standing by the foot of the bed, naked, hard and eager to fuck you. But you won't let him. You're in charge here. You want to have some fun with his thick, muscular body first.

You sit in front of him and grab his cock. You stroke it while licking and touching his big chest and defined abs. He's mesmerized by what you're doing to him, and when you take the dick in your mouth and suck it he throws his head back and moans.

You give him an intense pleasure, the way your tongue plays with the head and your lips engulf his shaft. He's quite large, but you know you can take it because he's been inside you several times before.

You bring him to the edge by skillfully flicking your tongue and wetting the shaft. You make him moan and grunt above you, while he spreads his legs slightly and grabs your hair. He moves his hips back and forth, face-fucking you until he almost comes.

You take the root of the dick and pull your head back. You stare at the length drenched in saliva and pre-cum, and look up to see Wonho's pleasured and grimacing face.

“Fuck, don't stop!” he begs. “Ahh, holy shit, you're amazing!”

You love the way he can't get enough of you. “Better than Hyungwon?” you ask and smirk, still holding the cock. You've been wondering why Wonho's boyfriend isn't with you, having fun the three of you the way you've done in the past.

“Yeah, in some ways,” Wonho says. “You could teach each other a thing or two.”

You suddenly pull yourself up on the bed, swirl around and stand on all four. Your feet dangle over the edge of the mattress, and Wonho admires your figure from behind.

He doesn't get a chance to react though before you give him another order: “Fuck me,” you say, finally giving the man what he wants. “I wanna feel your dick inside me.”

Wonho immediately springs to action. You've turned him into quite an obedient toy, but in reality he's right where he wants to be. He likes it when you take control, and with your hot ass and body flaunting on his bed, he's more than happy to give back to you.

He positions the head and shaft between your cheeks. You close your eyes and bury your head in a pillow while he slaps his dick against your skin repeatedly. He's still drenched in saliva, slippery as he slides the dick against your skin.

He takes a firm grip of your hip with one hand and you spread your legs wider as he guides the dick with the other. The head pushes in, expands your hole and you let out a soft moan. He exhales deeply when he slips all the way in, and a wonderful sensation shoots through both your bodies.

“Mm, yeah,” you moan into the pillow.

“Ahh, fuck,” he says and starts to move his firm ass and large thighs back and forth.

The dick fills you up and rubs your insides. Wonho is holding on firmly around your ass. His groin soon claps against your rear as he begins to fuck you.

Before long you're both chipping for air. You imagine Wonho's broad and hot body behind you and he admires your back and ass. The bed starts sliding back and forth ever so slightly, moved by the sexual attraction between you.

As great as it all is, you can't help but wish that Hyungwon was here too. You would have loved a second dick in your mouth in this very moment.

Wonho seems to really enjoy the alone time though. He's quickly pounding you hard and fast, turned on by your soft whimpering. Suddenly he's the one in control and you love it.

He starts to heave behind you, long and deep as he gasps for air. “Huuh, huuh huuh,” he repeats while fucking you good.

“Ah, Ah, fuck my ass!” you occasionally repeat. “Harder!”

Wonho is building up a sweat. It's a real workout for him. His smooth skin starts to glisten from perspiration and the clapping sounds of his groin against your ass grow louder, like a suction cup on a slippery surface.

“Mmpfh, I'm gonna come!” he announces. His face is strained and he clutches his teeth.

“Yeah, yeah, come on my back,” you order.

Wonho quickly pulls out. He grabs his thick dick and strokes it fast. You stick your ass higher in the air as his shaft and hand brush against it.

Wonho's panting becomes louder and deeper. “Ah, Ah, Ah, Mmmmmpfhhh!”

You suddenly sit up and turn around. You slide down on the bed in the direction of his cock. You lie on your side and stare at it, then glance up to see Wonho's flushed chest and stomach and his grimacing face above you.

He has his legs slightly spread and feet firmly planted on the floor. You open your mouth and position it below his hand. The dick rests against your lips and nose, and Wonho throws his head back when comes on your face.

“Ahh, mmmmmpfhhh!” he exclaims and abruptly lets go of the shaft. It jolts and slaps your nose and lips repeatedly when he orgasms. “Mmmm, fuck!”

Sperm shoots out of the head and you flinch when it hits your eyebrow. You instinctively close your eyes and feel the sperm land on your cheek and nose. You move your mouth to take the head in it, and lick and suck it while Wonho empties himself.

“Holy shit!” he pants and stares directly down at you. Your eyes meet and you seductively lick the full length of the shaft. “Fuck, you're so good!”

Wonho's chest and stomach move in and out in large, rapid motions. He's still heaving for air, his abs and pecs flexing each time he exhales. You smirk up at him and lick the last drop of sperm off his cock, then move away from him and lie on your back, leaning on your elbows while admiring the sexy and sweaty body in full.

“That was so hot!” Wonho exclaims. He puts a knee on the bed and comes toward you.

“Hotter than Hyungwon?” you ask and smirk. You still don't understand why Wonho's boyfriend isn't here.

“No,” Wonho said. “No one's hottest than him, sorry. But you're really good.”

He climbs on top of you and gives you a kiss, then adds: “I've been trying to get him to be more dominant in bed. You're the perfect guy. Would you be open to help?”

You chuckle and look the man in the eyes while he wipes the sperm off your face with the back of his hand. “What, you want me to teach him?”

“Yeah, something like that. Would you? I'd love it if he took control like you do.”

You give the man the side eye stare while thinking over what he's asking of you. “Sure,” you finally say. “Yeah, I'd love to.”

It's been a while since the couple picked you up at a bar for the first time. Any chance to spend more time naked in bed with them is interesting. If Wonho wants you to spice up their sex life, you're more than happy to help.

“Great,” Wonho says. “Are you free tomorrow night?”

“Sure,” you say and kiss his chest.

You've passed Wonho's test, and if another threesome with them is on the table you'd be free any night of the week.

[veryberryjelly]

hi!! can i request red wine w/ jake peralta based on “fresh out the slammer” by taylor swift? for the last few days all i can think of is like a friends to lovers thing with reader and jake after a bad breakup. thx!! 🩷

jake peralta x reader

lyrics ; ' Now, pretty baby, I'm running back home to you, Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to ' [ tw ; implied abusive relationship NOT JAKE ]

lowkey wanna do a part 2 to this, maybe a series. lmk if y'all would be into that

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✦ 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 !

everyone had told you that he was bad news.

but you were too blinded by what you thought was love to listen.

but now as you stood outside his apartment building, tears and rain mingling on your cheeks, you could see they were right.

he had taken you apart, piece by piece until you didnt know who you were anymore.

stood on his front step you couldnt find it in yourself to head back to your apartment where your roommate would be waiting with open arms and an 'i told you' ready to drop.

your legs seemed to carry you in the opposite direction before you could think too much about where you were headed.

it felt like seconds before you were stood infront of the door of one of your friends.

the only person you were sure wouldn't judge you right now.

your knock echoes through the hallway and you hoped more than anything that he would still be awake.

the sight that greeted you when he opened the door made you think you had arrived just in time.

jake.

his hair was mussed slightly and he had ditched his usual jeans and a hoodie for pyjama pants and a t-shirt.

" hey, what're you doing here?" he questioned, his voice more curious than judging.

but you couldnt seem to get any words out.

" woah, hey, are you okay ?"

that broke the damn. tears cascaded down your cheeks and if it weren't for jake's strong arms wrapping around your torso you would've collapsed on the floor.

he didnt try to move you, letting you cry freely into his shoulder in the hallway.

it was only when your shoulders had stopped shaking that he lead you into his apartment, sitting down on the couch beside you.

he didnt pressure you to speak, he didnt push you to do anything, he just sat with you for a while before you felt okay enough to talk.

" i- i got into a fight with dylan..." you started, your voice wobbly and uneven.

you could feel jakes posture stiffen beside you, but you carried on anyway.

" i got into the hallway before he could do anything but i heard glass breaking on the other side " tears began to pour again at the memory of that horrible sound.

he had tried to throw something at you.

jake still sat quietly at your side, his gaze on you never wavering.

" i didnt know where else to go. i knew my roommate would throw it in my face and i didnt want to be there incase he showed up.."

that was what finally snapped it and he lifted his hand, sliding it into yours and squeezing lightly.

" you can stay here, as long as you need. "

his voice was like a comforting blanket over your shoulders that could solve anything. just giving you a place to stay meant the world. it meant you didnt have to go back to your flat and hear your roommate go on about how right she was.

it meant you had a safe place to rest your head.

" thank you, jake " you replied your arms winding around his torso as his did the same , pulling you against his chest.

you felt a kiss pressed to the top of your head and it felt as though it was thawing your heart.

" c'mon, i've got some clothes you can borrow for tonight and we can get some of your stuff tomorrow "

after a confirming nod of your head, jake lead you to his bedroom, offering out a t-shirt, a hoodie and some boxers.

when you emerged from the bathroom in his clothes, you found him pulling blankets and a pillow from under his bed.

" ok, so, you know where everything is, i'll wake you in the morning before i go to work. and i'll tell holt that you're taking a day because there is no way i am-"

" can you stay with me tonight ?" you cut him off. amongst all of this, you didnt want to be alone.

you would take tomorrow off and sort yourself out if he wanted, though you would prefer to go on as though nothing had happened.

but right now, you didnt want him to go. you didnt care if that meant you sleeping on the floor in his bedroom, though you knew jake well enough to know he wouldn't allow that.

it took him a minute where he froze on the spot before he answered

" yeah "

he pushed the blanket and pillow back under the bed and climbed under his comforter, pulling back the other side for you to climb under.

and you did so, lowering yourself down onto the bed and pulling the blankets back over you.

jake didnt move, not wanting to push you too far, but he was on the other side of the mattress, what felt like miles away.

so even in your vulnerable state, you made the journey across the cotton sheets and rested your head down on his shoulder.

when his arm wrapped around you, you knew you were secure.

jake always gave you a safe place to rest your head.

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

That Should Be Me

Pairing: Buck x Reader

Word count: ....Anyway

Notes: I'm accidentally writing requests over my two series and I really just need to double down on my series like can I please just finish something for once in my life

Eddie knows how Buck feels about you. He’s not stupid, Buck just thinks he is. 

But really Buck hasn’t exactly told him how he feels about you, but they’re best friends!! He should know!! (He does) And it’s… it’s just a stupid crush but he can’t help it, not when you drop by the station just to surprise them all, or you bring them treats, or just presents in general. You’re just so sweet, you’re apple pie sweet, you’re- you’re that ice cream sundae with the cherry on top sweet

And the worst part is when you come up to him and Eddie, and Eddie is all smooth and hands-on, he’s holding your elbow, he’s got his hand on your back, your shoulder, your side. And Buck is a complete floundering mess. He accidentally bumps into things or he bumps into you! Or last week when he literally walked into the side of the truck like an idiot. He’s still not sure how he managed that one 

Watching how smooth Eddie is with you just bothers him, and he doesn’t really know why. He doesn’t even realize just how much it bothers him until you come into the gym one day and they’re both working out. You wander over to them as he’s spotting for Eddie 

“Hey pretty thing” Eddie sets the bar down and sits up, grabbing his towel and putting it over his shoulders 

“Hi Eddie” 

That blush on your cheeks makes Buck irritated as he looks into your eyes. Why can’t he make you blush like that 

“Hey, Buck!” You give him a little wave and he nods 

“Oh hey Y/N” He turns to reset the weights and you look at Eddie, who just shrugs and stands up 

“What brings you here?” He wipes down the machine and Buck lays down next, holding the bar in his hands 

“I brought cookies” You stand a bit closer to Buck, watching as he starts bench-pressing 

“How um- how much weight would you say that was?” You ask nonchalantly and Eddie snorts and turns his head 

“325” Buck answers distractedly as he pumps it slowly, he misses the way you wet your lips 

Eddie doesn’t 

“Yeah, he’s really strong, like super strong!  Do you see his muscles? My man” 

Buck laughs and has to put the bar back for a second so he doesn’t drop it and immediately kill himself 

“Oh shut up, it’s not that impressive!” 

“Come on buddy, we want that gun show!” Eddie taunts him and he rolls his eyes, before doing as Eddie asks and flexes for both of you. You can’t help your mouth dropping open as you look at his arms 

They’re nice 

Stupid nice 

Eddie looks at you gleefully and takes your hand “Oh you know you wanna touch em” 

“Oh my god, Eddie” you laughed embarrassedly but didn’t exactly stop him when he puts your hand on Buck's bicep. He wriggles his eyebrows and you nearly die as you squeeze his arm 

“Yup! Those…those are very- very big- a-arms” You yank your hand away and hold it to your chest “Hey I um- I have to uh- I forgot- shit bye???” You spin on your heel and run right out of the room and Buck sighs 

“I think I upset her…She’s never gonna like me is she?” Buck flops back on the bench and drags his hands over his face. 

And truly? Eddie has to fight choking his ass out. 

Everything about his not jealousy seems to come to a culmination tonight though. You show up tonight in a simple black dress with spaghetti straps, sheer black tights, and a pair of boots. Hen invited you for drinks along with the rest of the team and he’s been watching the waiter flirt with you the entire damn time you’ve been there. And you’re nice about it, with your polite smiles and pretty words… but it just gets under his skin when he passes you his number on a napkin. 

He doesn’t know what comes over him, as everyone stares at him in shock. But here he is, your chin cupped in his hand, his lips pressed to yours in an incredibly heated kiss, he ignores the gasps around him as he pulls you closer to him, His hand trailing over your neck and pushing the back of your head into him more. Your hands snake up his chest and you hold his face… like you’re actually enjoying this just as much as he is. He balls up that stupid napkin and throws it over to Eddie, the way he’s holding onto you now is possessive. He may have to compete with Eddie, But he’s damn sure not competing with this guy too, hell no. 

He pulls away, keeping his face close to yours, and kisses your nose, you giggle and nip at his lips and he pulls you to him by your waist. Eddie picks up the napkin with the number on it and hands it back to the waiter 

“I don’t think she’ll be needing this” 

Buck's hands start to wander, a bit quicker than really appropriate for public but he doesn’t care, he just wants to feel you. His hands slide under your dress, touching your soft skin and he groans appreciatively 

“Uh…Buck? Y/N?” Chimney is holding his drink to his lips as they all stare at you two. Buck is pushing you against the booth and you’re bringing your leg up around his waist and clawing at his shirt 

“Do something” Hen smacks Eddie’s leg and he rolls his eyes

“Why me?!” He pulls out his phone and makes a call while rubbing his brow. Suddenly Buck’s phone starts ringing and you reach into his back pocket and pull his phone out 

“Hello?” You pant as he attacks your neck, leaving a messy trail of hickeys, you listen for a second, your cheeks flushing 

“It’s for you” You hold his phone to his ear and Eddie rolls his eyes 

“Oh really? His phone ringing is for him?” You toss your straw paper at him and he snickers 

“Uhhhh hey Cap….uh huh… uh huh… uh huh okay bye” 

He hands you back the phone and you place it in his pocket. He pulls away from you, his cheeks flushing as he sits up and helps you straighten out your dress 

“What did he say,” Eddie asks, looking down into his drink 

“He said if I didn’t stop he’d have me on toilet duty for a month” 

You giggle as you take a sip from your drink, your body is on fire now, every brush of his skin against yours just fuels it more and more and you’re ready to pounce 

“So we gonna address that or??” Hen gestures and you shrug 

“That’s up to Buck. Maybe he’ll finally ask me out” 

“Wait you like me too?!?!” 

[faithlia]

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✰ english ins't my first language

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, kind of friends to lovers.

a/n: this was a request for a sequel to something about you, however, this story doesn't tell much about what happened in its premise, although it has the same characters and their respective interests. also I'm so sorry for the delay, I've been very busy lately, but I hope you like it 💓

"you make me wanna falling in love" - sabrina carpenter.

I don't know how to react to this or how to talk about it. After a series of meaningless flirtations and arousal-ridden insistence, I have Matt sitting on my living room floor, pretending he knows how to put the puzzle together properly. It's what? Eleven o'clock at night? Maybe he won't be leaving anytime soon.

I'm intrigued and anxious about what might happen if he comes over to my place. He wants to fuck me, and I know it; I have no objections to it, just thoughts of endless possibilities. I mean, I can't help myself, hormones are high.

When we arrive, I thought he was going to grab me and I would forget everything to focus on the moment, but that's not what happened.

I grab two glasses of wine, taking them to him in short steps.

"Thanks", he says as he reaches for the drink. I sit a little closer to him, but on the couch, watching him sort the pieces out to line them up in their proper place.

“How long have you been putting this together?” he asks, pointing with his finger.

“I don’t know. I think it’s been about two days,” I say. I really don’t know where I got the patience to put together a puzzle with a thousand tiny pieces, but the idea seems brilliant. “It helps me relax,” I sigh. I drink some more wine and then find myself staring at the empty glass – like a professional drunk.

Seriously? You relax with that?" He downs the rest of his wine, looking at me with slanted eyes.

"Of course I do," I say, smiling like an idiot. It seems that half a glass of wine is enough for me to feel comfortable with each leg on either side of his body. He doesn't mind; in fact, he even drops his head back - right into my lap.

"I can't imagine you relaxing. You're always so anxious about everything." He looks at me with such serene eyes that I have to make sure that it's not a figment of my imagination and that his eyes and expression aren't the most attractive thing I've ever seen.

"I think I'm pretty relaxed now." It's not entirely a lie, but part of me feels like my heart is almost in my mouth. I bite my lip and dare to run my hands through his messy hair; it's soft, but at the same time it looks like he hasn't washed it. I don't think he's the kind of guy who spends time worrying about what products to put in his hair. It makes me want to wash his hair like he's a doll, which is kind of weird.

"Okay," he says. He sighs and closes his eyes, feeling very comfortable, and I like that. Little by little, a feeling settles in my chest, and I don't think so much about what might happen. Of course, yes, I really want to kiss him, because his mouth is so attractive, and everything about him makes me surrender to a simple touch or a bold tilt.

Without thinking, I start to trace his face with the tip of my finger, delicately. He doesn't open his eyes and this allows me to be more evasive, pinching the tip of his nose lightly.

"Wow" I say, laughing.

"What is it?", he asks, still with his eyes closed, settling his head more into my lap.

"It's just... Have you noticed that your nose is really big?", I think I'm drunk because this is the first time I've said something about his appearance. It's not an insult, but rather something that has always strangely attracted me to him.

Contrary to what I thought, Matt laughed.

"Fuck you", he says. I lean a little closer to his face and say, "I like it. I find it quite... useful." I smack my lips and Matt opens his eyes. Damn, again those damn eyes so beautiful they look like they're going to eat me alive.

Now everything seems sneaky. He whispers to me, "Really?", knowing exactly what I mean. And before I can say anything else, he pulls my head down and kisses me. It's a sloppy kiss, but neither of us cares. He caresses the back of my neck and lifts his body up to take my lips. The feeling of his mouth on mine is delicious. I feel like I'm Spider-Man wearing pink panties

Matt lets out a moan and it drives me crazy. I pull away from him from the discomfort of being so bent over.

"That was our first kiss", I point out.

"Yeah" he nods, turning to face me — still between my legs. "Was it good?" he asks, so relaxed that it makes me comfortable with what we just did.

I lick my lips and say "Yeah" too, but the sound is more like a moan.

"Do you want to do it again?" he raises his eyebrows suggestively.

"I do!", and that's absolutely true. "But I know where this is going," I think out loud. For some reason, I'm not reluctant to tell him what I'm thinking. Maybe the nervousness went away when I started drinking, and that's fine with me. I like to tell him what I think and I don't think he minds. I think he likes being teased by my words – especially since I like it when he does it to me.

"What? Sex?", he gives me a wicked smile. And looks directly at my breasts.

"Yes!", I lean back on the couch, feeling the softness of the upholstery. "And what's the problem, I thought you wanted it", he looks at me like a puppy. I move my hand to stroke his hair again.

"I don't know. Won't it be weird?" I ask, thinking about an idea that has crossed my mind many times.

"Why would it be weird?" he asks back and now we're playing this little game that I kind of like. I shrug and he's quiet for a while. "We don't have to have sex if you don't want to", he says, lowering his gaze to between my legs.

"Okay",I say it like I'm not dying to have him. I think he wants to eat me out and I wouldn't deny it, I'd just be annoying enough to make him tired of trying. "Are you upset?" I ask.

"This isn't the first time you've said no to me," I smile at that and he drags his hand up my thigh. "I want to wash your hair," I say and he rolls his eyes. "What? I really want to!"

"Do you want to give me a bath too?" I do, but I don't need to say it.

"Well, if it's to wash your hair..." I won't say it directly.

He shakes his head and sighs heavily, thinking about what to say, but before I do I reconsider. "But actually, I think it's better not to! I don't want you to get excited in the middle of everything," for a moment I regret what I said.

"Juno", he bites his lip, calling me.

"Hm?" I look at his mouth; it looks so soft.

"I've been hard for about two minutes now," I open and close my mouth, looking at the considerably large bulge in his pants. I don't know what to say. "Oh my God. I managed to shut your fucking mouth. Awesome!" he says as if it's the best thing in the world, but I don't take offense; he's said worse to me. With a little difficulty, he stands up and stretches his entire body with his back to me. I'm a little intimidated about what he's going to do; however, he sits down next to me and, at the same time, grabs a pillow to cover his "problem".

He doesn't say anything and I shift to get closer to him. Now, from how much I've played with his hair, he's slightly disheveled. "How are you going to fix this?" I ask, knowing he's going to give me an expected answer.

"Do you want to fix it for me?" Before I can answer, he kisses me, and this time with tongue, and it's so automatic that I gasp. He grabs my ass and squeezes the flesh hungrily. I moan into his mouth and he pulls me to sit on his lap – and I realize he's quickly removed the pillow, feeling the openness of the bulge. I'm not going to lie or be hypocrite; I've been wet for a while now. When he forces me against his cock, I feel my pussy throb – it feels so fucking good.

"Matt", I hold his face with both hands, almost crying. "I don't know if we should have sex now", I say, separating myself from his mouth and feeling a delicious longing as I move over his intimacy.

The truth is that, although I would like to have his mouth all over my body and his cock inside me, I'm insecure about everything. This concern invades my head when the realization that it's Matt who's there watching me moan like a whore on his lap. The fact that he's already seen my breasts weighs this stigma even more.

"Okay! I know you haven't had sex with guys in a while", it's true, but wait.

"How do you know that?", I frown.

"Because you tell me everything, idiot", he seals our lips quickly. Matt lowers his mouth to my neck, saying: "But at least let me eat you out or just suck your tits, or just watch you touch yourself; I would love that." He thrusts his hips against me, catching me off guard, making me gasp loudly with my mouth open.

I take a deep breath and gather the courage to tell him: "I want to, I really do! I'm just a little insecure..." I look down, trying not to rub myself against him. "I shouldn't, because you're so hot! And you know that's true." He lifts my chin with his hand and bites my neck, biting until he reaches my cleavage, sticking his face in there. "And, fuck, I've seen those tits, and they're even more beautiful up close." He squeezes my breasts with his big hands, intensifying a delicious sensation in my lower abdomen. "Do you want me to tell you about your pussy that's wetting my pants, too?" Matt looks at me, his eyes shining. It was true, I'm making a terrible mess.

Fuck.

"Do you still want to wash my hair?" Matt asks, with his naughtiest smile. I nod and he lifts me easily onto his lap and heads to the bathroom.

He's quick to take off my clothes and he's also quick to make me go crazy. He pushes me against the shower wall and kneels down to eat my pussy. I like the way he knows how to eat me and how grotesque he is in the sense of making a mess on his own face just to devour me. When he runs the tip of his nose over my clit and almost shoves his face inside me, he says in a very slurred voice: "That's what you wanted, isn't it?" and he takes saliva on the tip of his tongue to join my lubricated clit and satisfy me a little more. And, when I squirt on his face from the accumulated stimulation, he opens his mouth with his tongue out, swallowing everything, panting: "You're delicious, babe".

Matt is the kind of guy who likes to fuck dirty and knows how to be thirsty for it.

I swore every moment that he wouldn't fuck me tonight, but after cumming in his mouth and knowing how naughty he is, the urge got worse and he fucked me the way he wanted, moaning loudly that I take him well, that he would cum inside me and he didn't care at all and he did; I like how he keeps his words.

And you can bet that I really like the fact that he takes me to bed, still wet, and makes me sit on his sensitive cock with my back to him, murmuring how hot I am and pinching my nipples between his fingers. I don't bother to scream when he hits my sensitive spot. I love the way he starts to feel overwhelmed and whimpers in my ear; I aggravate my movements and grip the back of his neck tightly just to hear him closer. He cums inside me once more, both of us letting out moans from the sensitivity caused in our bodies. He masturbates my clit and I release myself too, rolling my eyes in pleasure.

The last thing I remember is being in his arms, and after that, I fall asleep.

When I wake up, I feel unimaginably tired. Matt's eyes are open, sleepy; he says, "Good morning," and for me, talking at that moment is not an option. He kisses my forehead and smiles, touching my cheek, being so gentle.

"We weren't supposed to do this," I say, my voice unrecognizable. He presses his lips together and smacks, murmuring, "I know!" I sigh, stretching. "Do you want to do it again?" he asks.

Well.

No need to ask!

I must say that Matt and I fucked hard all day, in every possible position. And a few times, he asked me which ones I had tried; he was surprised by some of them.

He kissed me tenderly at each end, assuring me that it was very good. And surprisingly, after cumming on his cock so many times like a slut, I actually washed his hair when we showered – leaving it nice and wavy.

We finished putting the puzzle together – even though we argued a lot about where the pieces should go. He also felt motivated enough to tell me that he likes me since I started to feel comfortable insulting him, but that he finds me annoying and sometimes insufferable. I told him he was an idiot and teased him: “Does this turn you on, Matt?”

“Oh my god. I’m so fucking horny.” He laughs and kisses me and I know for sure that I want his touch for the rest of my life.

The End

[billthedrake]

LINEAGE (PART FOUR)

Braden always teased me for how much Junior took after me, but it wasn't when my son was pregnant with our second child that I fully realized the bond that was developing between me and Junior.

A lot of it was the stretch in which Brade was too tired for the usual games of catch or even his normal parenting stuff. Seven months and starting to really show, my son had to take breaks and lie down in the bedroom. I brought Bill Jr into the chores like it was a game. "Daddy does so much work around the house... why don't we help him out for a change, buddy?"

Junior's face beamed in happiness. He didn't like doing chores, but he liked time with his dads. "Sure thing Dad. Daddy's OK, isn't he?"

I ruffled his hair. "He's OK. Just tired."

"I get tired, too," Junior said in all earnestness. Damn, to have that innocence of a 5 year old.

We told Junior he'd be having a little brother, soon. That the newborn might get extra attention at first, but we loved him in a special way and that wouldn't change.

***

It was one Sunday, and as I watched golf on TV, I felt wistful, because it was normally Brade's day. But he was taking a nap. Selfishly, I missed the hot pregnancy sex Brade and I had before Bill Jr. was born, but now my son-husband usually wasn't in the mood. I'd stroked off in the shower so I'd taken care of my physical needs, but I missed the emotional connection of sex.

"Hey Dad." God, it was Junior. I thought he'd been playing a computer game, but now he seemed eager for my company. I'd learned to read the kid's moods pretty well by now, in a more intuitive way than I'd ever felt when raising Braden.

"Hey kiddo," I smiled, moving my feet off the couch and sitting up in a more proper way. "Wanna go out and play catch?" I asked. "I'm not as good as your Daddy, but you can make me run for the long ones."

Junior shook his head and laughed. "No, sir.... I was wondering if I could watch golf with you."

Talk about surprise. "You sure that's not boring for you?"

Junior sat on the couch, eager to show off his enthusiasm. "I enjoy it, Dad. You seem to get into it." I almost laughed to think of the contrast with Brade, who teased me for the years watching golf alone in the living room.

"Well, sure... have a seat, kiddo..." I patted the couch next to me.

He seemed happy to be joining, like he was privy to some adult thing he wasn't allowed to do. I honestly thought he'd start squirming or sighing in boredom after a while, but he watched the tournament with attention.

"Who are you rooting for, Dad?" he asked at one point.

The kid was pretty curious, I'll give him that. I tried to think of a way to explain that was honest and clear but didn't dumb it down. "It's not like other sports, at least not for me. I kind of root for the guy who's playing the best, the one who's having a great day on the course."

"Oh," Junior said, not getting it but trying to.

I patted his shoulder. "Golf's about finding your best game within you." I could imagine Brade's eyeballs rolling.

We watched for a while longer. It was getting late in the afternoon. I worried about Brade and would need to check on him soon, but he just needed his rest, I knew. And I was enjoying this bonding moment with Junior. As a dad you crave times like this.

Braden and I had a division of labor. He was the stay at home dad and did more of the playtime bonding and day-to-day stuff with our son. I was the disciplinarian. Braden and I decided it would be better to have clear authority so our kids wouldn't play one of us off the other.

My other responsibility was to have the harder father-son talks. It was too early for the birds and the bees talk with Junior, but I knew I had to have a series of discussions about his parents. And I wanted to take advantage of the closeness Junior and I were feeling now.

"Buddy..." I stared, muting the TV. "Can I talk to you about something?"

Junior looked at me. Trusting. Open. "Sure, Dad."

I sighed but tried to keep like I was bringing up anything difficult. "You know how we've talked about privacy before."

He nodded, like he proud he'd learned his lesson from school. "Oh yeah, I know if your and Daddy's door is shut, I gotta knock." That had been a previous talk.

"Um, yes, buddy, like that," I said. "But you're getting to be a big boy now and you probably know that your Daddy and I are not a conventional couple."

"Is it because I have two daddies? Because Bobby has two daddies too."

"Does he?" I asked in mock surprise. "I guess that is more common." I continued. "But your Daddy and I are different than a lot of those families. See... your daddy is my son. Just like you are."

"I know, Dad," Junior said. "He calls you Dad sometimes."

We'd never fully hidden it, but now that Junior was entering kindergarten he needed to be aware. Careful.

"A lot of people don't understand that, kiddo."

"Why not?" Junior asked. I was glad he didn't seem to respond to any sense of impropriety.

I shrugged. "It's just how it is. Your daddy and I have a very special bond, a special love. And we love you very much. That's all that matters."

Junior seemed OK with that answer. But he seemed to be thinking over this talk. "Is that why you say you're my grandad when you pick me up sometimes?"

I nodded. "I am your granddad, too, Junior. And your father. It's complicated."

He smiled. "I don't mind, Dad. It's kind of cool. Like I'm special."

"You are special," I smiled, ruffling his hair. "You just can't talk about it with anyone. Not your friends or your teachers or anyone who's not family, hear?" I was combining my loving-dad and disciplinarian.

"Yes, sir," Junior responded.

I gave an encouraging smile. "So, buddy... what do you say you help me whip up some dinner? I think Daddy needs his nap today."

****

The next day might as well have been a different month. The alarm went off early, real early, and I felt Braden's warm body snuggle against mine. He was completely naked, and just the feel of his pregnant build against my arm and hip and leg was enough to wake me up, fast.

"Um, what time is it?" I asked in a morning voice. It was pitch black out.

Braden was still not fully awake, even as he was initiating sex. "I thought maybe you could come home early today, Dad... it's been a while."

I grunted an assent and turned to kiss Brade. Sure we'd given each other a good night or good morning peck of a kiss, as husbands, but I missed kissing him deeper. I could tell he's missed his too. His free hand was all over my body, my chest, my abs, my briefs-covered cock as we made out.

Over the last year, we'd gotten into a good rhythm of married sex. I'd worked out a flex schedule, where I'd go into the office real early a few days a week so I could get home while Junior was still at preschool. This gave us time for longer sessions in addition to the quickies we could sneak in.

That rhythm had been disrupted by the tough pregnancy Brade was enduring this time around, but I was more than happy to pick things back up.

Particularly now that my hunky son-husband was turning away from me and turning on the bed lamp. I could see his strong ex-footballer, ex-Marine build. Brade's a few inches shorter than me, which makes his brawn stand out even more. Even with pregnancy, he kept up at the gym, and I could see the strong lats and broad back and that muscle ass. Best of all that eight-month preg gut made visible love handle-like swells along his waist.

I knew how to read my son's body language and the silent way he could communicate his needs in the bedroom. I slipped down my underwear and then reached over to fumble for the lube in the nightstand. It had been nearly two months.

"Think Junior's asleep?" I heard Brade ask.

I slicked up my boner. "Like a rock," I said. It was about 5 AM, and if Bill Jr. took after me in a lot of ways, he was gonna be like his Daddy when it came to not being a morning person.

"I want us to talk, Dad," Brade said. "If that's OK."

My dick was rock hard and I turned toward Braden's strong body and scooted up toward him. "You want an incest fuck, son?" I said. We often had to put the kibosh on verbal sex when our son was in the house. Even with a closed door, you never know.

"Mmm hmmm," came the reply. Brade pushed back against me, savoring the feel of my big father cock in his ass cleft. My son was in heat, pregnancy hormones kicking in.

My own hormones were doing their work, and I felt my heart beat fast. I placed my hand on his belly. Big and round, I loved the way Brade's pregnancy gut was hard and soft at the same time.

"How's my grandson doing in there?" I growled.

"He's gonna be a strong, healthy one, Dad."

"It's because he's an incest kid, Brade. Made by a father and son."

"I love my father's cock," Braden hissed, lust in his voice. "Love that you knocked me up, sir."

I pushed into his ring. Slowly, because it had been months.

"I can feel that breeder cock, Dad."

"Your father's cock."

"Yessir... took my cherry. The night before Basic." Brade's insides were opening up for me now. It was like riding a bike for him I suppose. Or maybe he was reliving that deflowering in his head.

"Sent you off with your own father's cum inside you."

"Hell yes.... I wish I hadn't been on the pill then."

My dick surged inside Braden. I kissed along his neck and rubbed his stomach. "You wanted to get pregged on your first fuck, Sport?"

"You could have done it, too. Potent dad cock working me open."

I was now pushing all the way inside. My son's insides were hot and tight and alive. I missed this but the best part was that Braden had clearly missed this, too. He bucked back against me.

"Unprotected dad cock," I hissed.

"You lectured me so much, Dad," Braden hissed. "But I wish you'd just taken me raw and put your kid in me. At eighteen"

"Damnit, Brade," I said in a tone that was only annoyed by how much that turned me on. "I never told you, Son," I said. "But I made you the night I lost my virginity."

That gave Braden a pause. "For real?" He couldn't tell if this was just sex talk.

I fucked faster, holding onto this big bulk. Fucking a very pregnant Brade was one of the hottest things, almost as hot as knocking him up on the first place. "For real, Son. I fucked your mother the first time out, and all of a sudden I was a teen dad."

"God, Dad," he hissed. I could tell he was trying not to get too loud. I love Braden, but my son can be a screamer in bed. "That's so fucking hot."

I don't tend to be loud in sex, but I was getting worked up myself. "I'm thinking of that moment now... when I made you...." I slowed my thrust to be deep and purposive. "When I made Junior...."

"Fuck!" Braden hissed. His hand left his cock to grip the top of my own hand that was on his big belly, coaxing me to rub it all over.

"When I made Evan," I growled, kissing Braden's neck. For me it was all coming together, the sexual power of fatherhood, of breeding.

I could sense Braden's back muscles tense. Now that I'd slowed my thrusts, going for power rather than speed, he was bucking back against my dong again. Hungry for it. "Just like you're gonna make our next son... and the one after that."

"Oh god..." I hissed. I'd tried to make this mating last, but I was getting closer to orgasm.

"After Evan..." my son muttered, trying to keep his bedroom voice down. "I don't wanna wait for the next..."

"Yeah?" We'd talk about this seriously, later, but my sex addled brain was entertaining the idea.

"Yessir... I want you to bring my home from the hospital and bend me over and rough fuck me right then..."

It was wild and a total Brade thing to say.

I was cumming inside my eldest boy, hard.

I felt my pregnant husband squirm on my spurting dick, and only after a few seconds did I realize Braden was orgasming hands free.

We came down and caught our breath and I held my hunky son's big body from behind.

"I love you, Dad," Braden finally said.

"God, Braden, I don't think I could love you any more."

He nodded in a way that said he loved hearing that. "Dad... I'm proud of how you've stepped up with Junior."

I rubbed his furry preg belly and just savored the warmth and heat of his back against my chest. I was still firm and buried inside him though slowly softening. "You do the work, buddy." It was easy to take for granted what Brade did as a stay at home dad, but I knew he was incredible and hard working at it.

"I mean, emotionally... it takes a real man to grow... it feels weird saying that."

I chuckled. "Weird.. why?"

"Cause you're my dad," my husband said. "Like, I can't imagine any other sons talking to their fathers like this."

"We're husbands, too, Brade. Partners, equals."

"Parents."

"Fuck yes," I hissed, kissing his neck softly.

Finally my dick plopped free and Braden turned around to kiss me. He was still hard and I could feel the tip of his prick against my leg.

"Can I let you in on a secret, Dad?"

"Of course." I figured Braden and I had few if any secrets between each other at this point.

"The equal idea... what you just said... I love that, sir..." he started. "But I also love that you're always gonna be older and wiser and the man I looked up to from my childhood."

"Brade," I said, emotional and getting hard at the same time.

"It's true dad," he said, snuggling up to me, and reaching down to feel my prick. "Just the idea that you've knocked me up twice and are going to do it again..." He didn't finish his thought. We were too busy making out once more.

"We doing round two, Sport?" I asked, running my hands along his side.

Braden shook his head. "Save it for later, OK?"

I forced myself to pull myself from his embrace and slip out of the bed. "In that case, I better get ready." I stood by the bed and got one more good look at Braden's amazing physicality as his eyes stared at my rigid dad cock sticking straight out.

***

Maybe it was getting laid, maybe it was just seeing Braden get his energy back, but I was in a great mood all day. I did miss the time driving Junior to kindergarten, which I'd been doing lately, but I'd make sure to catch up with my son and play with him in the evening, after dinner.

I had a busy work day but threw my head into it and focused and banged out a lot efficiently. By 1:30 I was texting Brade to let him know I was leaving the office.

"Hot damn... we get a nice long session then," came the reply.

When I got home, I had a good idea where I'd find my son, back in the master bedroom, half naked or fully nude.

But as I pushed open the door I was thrilled with the obscenely hot sight. My ex-Marine son was naked on the bed, an extra sheet on top of the mattess. He was watching some intergenerational porn but not really jacking off, more just letting his hard dick ride up against his pregnancy swell. Best part was his normally hairy torso was shaved smooth and looked shiny.

"Jesus, son," I'd hiss as I unknotted my tie and kicked off my dress shoes. "Looks like Evan is ready to pop out any minute." I was exaggerating, since the due date was still a few weeks away. But Brade and I knew how to go into the fantasy and push each other's buttons.

My son just smiled and lay back into the pillows, spreading his legs. "You gonna induce labor with that big dad dick of yours?"

I felt my throat go tight. "I never know how far is too far to go with you, son."

Braden smiled. "Physically or verbally?"

"Verbally," I said, stripping off my suit jacket and undoing my belt. I was rock hard, just like I hadn't gotten off that morning. I'm sure Brade could see my erection riding up the crotch of my trousers. "I know not to go rough when you're this far along, Sport."

"I know, sir," my son said softly. "I just like working you up."

I took a look at the TV screen. I had wider porn tastes than my son and in any case preferred to watch only when I had to stroke a quick load out without Braden. But my son was very focused on daddy-son pairings and roleplay stuff, and he liked when we watched it together. "One of your favorites," I said. I'd seen this video several times with Brade.

"Yes, sir," my son said. "I just wished there was mpreg porn... or real dad-son teams."

A thought came to me. "You ever feel like taking the Connors up on their offer?" Jeff Connors and his father Frank had become part of the incest social circle Braden and I had, along with the Fiedlers. It had taken a few months for Frank to get comfortable with it, but now he was the one dropping hints and finally an outright suggestion that it would be hot to have a dad-son foursome. For all their flirtiness, Todd and Adam Fiedler hadn't gone that far.

Braden's eyes lit up with excitement. "Yeah? I didn't think you'd go for that, Dad."

I unbuttoned my shirt. Normally, I'd be pouncing on Brade's naked, knocked up body, but I knew we had a solid hour and a half for sex that day, before I had to go pick up Junior.

"And you would?" I asked. I wasn't sure if this was going too far. Brade and I had talked about the possibility of playing with others but only in an idle way.

"Oh yeah"," he said. "I'd love for them to watch you fuck me."

"I think the polite term is 'making love,' Sport," I winked.

"Trust me, Dad, when it comes to incest... you make love and then there gets a certain point where you just fuck."

I now pulled down my trousers and briefs, showing Brade my paternal hardon. This ritual would never, ever get old. "Is that right, Son?"

Brade nodded, his brown eyes hungry. "You can be a total beast, Dad. I fuckin' love it."

I gently folded my trousers and peeled off my button down shirt. "I think Frank wants to make a play for you," I cautioned him.

Braden grinned. "Dad... you've been wanting to nail Jeff Connors since you met him."

I blushed. "Come on, Brade..."

He laughed. "I know your an incest man, Dad. But you're also a man. Men look. And fantasize. It's OK."

A had a bit of jealous streak but also a real curiosity about spicing up our sex life with a threesome or foursome. And as a dad-son couple it would have to be someone we trusted. I stepped up to the bed and ran my hand along Braden's leg, feeling the hairs and knotted calf muscle, then tracing my fingers higher.

I watched his cock jerk and his dimples form on his face. "Nice, sir.." He put his hands under his big eight month belly to frame it for my gaze. "We don't gotta, Dad... but I figure it would amplify the incest, being with another dad and son." My son nodded toward the night stand where a new bottle stood. "I got some massage oil. Why don't you put some more on me?"

I felt that crazy horniness as I did just that, smearing the oil all over that freshly shaved muscle, feeling up the full muscle tits and those strong arms. I oiled his legs, massaging the quads before I finally go to the big prize, that big round stomach. I added extra oil and admired the vision and feel of that large belly.

"Oh fuck, he's kicking," I growled. I could feel it.

"Our son, Dad," Braden said, excited. "Our second son."

I leaned forward and deep kissed Brade, feeling his own sexual excitement and emotion coming back to me. We made out for a good ten minutes, each of out touching each other as we got into it.

"Evan Braden Drake," I finally muttered into my son's lips.

"I love giving you that gift, Dad. A second grandson."

"Baby boy," I hissed. I now felt his fingers curl around my prick, which was dripping.

"Make love to me, Dad. Nice and slow... like that the night you took my cherry."

"Damn, buddy."

I did my best, but it was hard given Braden's size. But as he scooted to the bed's edge and I placed his calves on my shoulders, I entered him slowly, very slowly, lubed up from all that massage oil. It was a new thing. Not being the Beast, not going hard into him. Just seeing how gentle I could be with my son. That slow pump lasted ten minutes until like a tantric cum, Braden and I came at the same second.

I had to pull out to kiss him again. Lazily I rubbed his belly more, smearing sperm into the oil as we kissed.

"You better go pick up Junior," my son finally said. "I'll clean up." It was funny to see my son be the responsibly minded and practical one. Life throws surprised your way for sure.

"Yeah," I hissed before claiming one last kiss. I hopped in the shower and got dressed again.

Braden moved slower at 8 months, but he'd gotten up and was stripping the sheet. Still nude, he was a beautiful sight.

"OK if I reach out to Jeff?" I asked. I needed to check if the idea was as appealing post-nut.

Braden smiled. "Oh yeah. We can get a baby sitter for Junior. If you're cool with the idea, Dad."

"I think we should," I said. "I want to show us off... in the right circumstances." I looked at my watch. "Gotta go... " I stepped up for a last peck of a kiss.

I made good time getting to Junior's school and had a few minutes to wait. I texted Brade. "Love you so much, Sport." Then I pulled up Jeff Connors contact. He was the one who usually contacted me or Todd Fiedler, not his Dad. Plus, I had my own flirty dad-substitute vibe with him. "Hey man, Braden and I are open to your Dad's idea... if you guys are still game."

Junior was all smiles when he came out. He'd gotten a gold star on a drawing he'd done that day. I told him it was going on the fridge. "Feel like stopping for ice cream, kiddo?" I asked.

"Won't it spoil my dinner, Dad?" the kid asked.

"Probably," I admitted. "Don't tell your Daddy," I winked. I was in the mood to spoil my younger son a little.

***

It wasn't until Junior and I got home that I noticed a reply text from Jeff Connors. "Oh yeah! We'd love that."

"This weekend?" I asked. "Saturday? We can get a babysitter and come to your place."

A few seconds later. "Dad says ok. God, I can't fuckin' wait."

I smiled and slid my phone back in my pocket. I'd tell Braden later. For now, he was back in parent mode, asking Junior about his day. Time for me to enter parent mode, too.

[arthurmorganswh0re]

Ghosts Part 4

Arthur calls you by Mary's name

high honor Arthur x fem reader angst

This is a complete series :)

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an: i hope you enjoy this chapter, i'm a little iffy about it. anyway, more groveling!

The rest of the day passed slow, but Arthur didn’t come running back to you, didn’t try to smooth things over with that easy charm of his. No, he actually stuck it out. You caught glimpses of him hauling sacks of flour and listening to Pearson’s endless griping with a look on his face like he was being punished by God himself. 

Good. Let him suffer. 

By the time evening rolled around, camp was winding down. Folks were gathered by the fire, talking, laughing, playing cards. You were by yourself, sitting on a log, idly whittling at a stick, pretending like you weren’t keeping an eye on Arthur from across camp. 

He had cleaned up, washed the dirt and sweat off, but he still looked worn down. You smirk to yourself. 

Maybe some hard work would knock some sense into him. 

Eventually, he wandered over, slower than usual, hat in his hands again. That was twice in one day–damn near a miracle. 

“Mind if I sit?” he asked, voice careful. 

You didn’t look up right away, then after a short pause you let out a soft exhale and nodded. 

Arthur lowered himself onto the log beside you, hands resting on his knees. He didn’t speak right away, just sat there, staring at the flames. You let the silence stretch, waiting to see if he’d actually say something or if he just wanted to sit close and hope that was enough. 

After a moment, he exhaled sharply. “Pearson damn near worked me to death,” he muttered. 

You smirk, “Didn't tell ya to get yourself killed.” 

Arthur huffed a tired chuckle. “Felt about the same.” 

Silence again. Then, quieter– 

“You're not mad at me still, are you?” 

You sighed, setting your whittling knife down. “I told you I ain’t mad, Arthur.” You turned to look at him. “Just hurt, I guess.” 

Arthur met your gaze, something tired and guilty in his eyes.

You studied him for a long moment, searching for any sign of that old Arthur–the one who’d smooth things over with a witty comment or a charming grin. But you didn’t see him.

“Maybe next time you wanna go get yourself drunk, you’ll think twice.” 

Arthur nodded, looking down at his hands. “Ain’t gonna be a next time.” 

You raise a brow. “Oh? You swearin’ off drink entirely now?” 

He smirked, shaking his head. “Nah, I ain’t that noble. But I ain’t gonna drink myself stupid over things I can’t change.” His voice softened. “Ain’t gonna hurt you like that again.” 

You wanted to believe him, and maybe you did… just a little. 

You let out a slow breath, glancing back at the fire. “Best not.” 

Arthur nodded again. “Reckon I got a lot to make up for.” 

“You do.” 

He was quiet for a moment, then, hesitantly, “You gonna let me?” 

That caught you off guard. You turned back to him and for the second time since this whole mess started, you saw it–real uncertainty. Arthur Morgan, unsure of himself. 

You sighed, then softer this time, “Yeah, Arthur. I’ll let you.” 

Arthur let out a breath, like he’d been holding it for hours. He nodded, a small, tired smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. You both didn’t say anything else after that, just sat there, side by side, watching the fire burn low. 

The voices of camp softened as folks wandered off to their tents for the night.  Arthur and you stayed put, neither of you in a rush to move. The silence between you wasn’t as heavy as before, but there was still something lingering–something unspoken, waiting. Arthur shifted besides you, rubbing the back of his neck like he does when he's about to say something that made him nervous, but you beat him to it. “You know,” you muttered, keeping your eyes on the fire. “It ain’t just about what you said last night.” Your voice smaller than you intended.

Arthur frowned, turning his head towards you. “What you mean?” 

You finally looked at him, eyes heavy with hurt. “It ain’t just about you callin’ me by another woman’s name. It’s about why it happened in the first place.” 

His brows furrowed, lips pressing into a thin line. He didn’t argue, didn’t try to make excuses. He just waited, listening. 

You turn your gaze back to the fire, watching the embers glow. “I ain’t stupid, Arthur. I know you’ve got a past. I know you’ve lost people you loved… maybe you still love 'em, I can't fault you for that I guess. Hell, I’ve lost people I love too.” You swallowed hard, tightening your grip on the whittling knife in your hands. “But that don't mean I let it all dally when I got somethin' good in front of me. And what I won’t do is sit around wonderin’ if I’m just keepin your bed warm ‘til the past comes callin’ again.” 

Arthur sucked in a breath, quiet but sharp. “It ain’t like that” he murmured. 

“Then what’s it like?” 

He didn’t answer right away. You could feel the weight of his thinking, the way he was turning your words over in his head, picking them apart like he was afraid of what they meant. Finally, he exhaled, low and slow.

“I spent so much time runnin’ from things, I didn’t stop to think what it’d feel like to want somethin’ again,” he admitted, voice rough. “Didn’t think I had a right to.” 

You turned your head slightly, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. He wasn't looking at you anymore–his gaze far away, distant. 

Arthur sighed, shaking his head. “I was drunk, yeah, but that don’t change nothin’. I don’t know why I said it,” he finally looked at you, something raw in his expression. “But I know it ain’t cause I miss what I had with her." His voice almost a whisper, "I’m just… scared of losing what I got with you now. Afraid I’ll lose it like everythin’ else. It's why I feel so damn stupid 'bout it.” 

You fell into silence. You weren’t expecting him to say that, and it filled something tender in your heart.

Arthur let out a humorless chuckle. “Ain’t that pathetic? A man like me, scared of somethin’ good.” 

You studied him, searching for a hint of dishonesty but there was none. Just Arthur, sitting there, laying himself bare in a way you’ve never seen before. 

You exhaled, shaking your head. “It ain’t pathetic or stupid, but it’s damn foolish.” 

He smirked faintly. “Ain’t that just my way?” 

You rolled your eyes, but there was no real bite to it. You eyed him for a long moment, then finally sighed and nudged his knee with yours. “Lucky for you, I got a soft spot for dumb men.” 

Arthur chuckled again, shaking his head. “Lucky for me, huh?” 

You smirked, “Damn right.” 

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iv. dinner de novo

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Cw: blood mention

You flit throughout the kitchen as Simon watches from the corner, the noisy buzz of the heat lamp filling the silence.

Simon Riley was not scared of many things. He can't risk fear in high stakes settings that he tends to find himself in. He has to stay strong, be a leader, and think fast.

Simon Riley is.... apprehensive. He wanted to offer help, but he knew that if you set your mind to something, you'd get it done. Anyone in your way would probably be smacked with the nearest spatula. He valued his life, thank you very much.

You had come back in with a handful of herbs that he didn't recognize, and with wet socks. Your heart had been racing, and he was damn well sure it wasn't because of the duck. He knew he'd be foolish to think it was because of dinner tonight.

Now was not the time to ask.

He knew, at some point, hed have to find out. Not that he doesn't want to, he doesn't want to press you into admitting something when you're not ready. When he had found you, weeks ago, scratched up, bruised, and bloody, a fogged up look in your eyes, he knew you had been running. He ran once, too. He knew some things were better left buried.

He knew that once you told him, he probably wouldn't stop until he found the bastard that had dared lay hands on you. His little stray that done more than enough for him, innocent, but not helpless.

Dog lumbers over and sits on his lap, yawning. He spares a glance at his bookshelf. Maybe when he got back from his mission, hed take you to a bookstore. He thinks you'd like that. A good girl like you, cooking him and his best mate dinner, you deserve a reward.

You yelp in the kitchen, metal clattering to the floor, and he's up in an instant, at your side even quicker. Blood pearls on your thumb, the thin slice going deeper than appeared. A tomato lay cut in half, the kitchen knife on the floor, the likely culprit.

Tears pool like diamonds in your eyes and he wants to kiss the salt away to make it better. He huffs lowly under his breath, heart spiking in his chest as he pulls a paper towel off the counter and gently, yet firmly, wraps your thumb.

Before you know it, hes chopping the rest of the tomato so you don't have to. His movements are jerky, unskilled, but the attempt warms your heart.

This is how Simon helps, you think.

The rest of dinner preparation goes by smoothly. By smoothly, you mean, you pick up the next ingredient and utensil, and Simon wordlessly puts out his hands, looking at you with his slightly droopy brown eyes, unrelenting. Your heart beats a little faster in your chest, and you hand them to him. The corners of his mouth pulls up, just the slightest bit, and he turns to the stove, or sink, or whatever you need him to do.

He is under your thumb, he is your whim, he is under your mercy, utterly dedicated and devoted to you. Don't wanna stress his best girl out, he thinks, glancing at you nursing your cut thumb with watery eyes and a nervous voice as you tell him what to do.

When the tomatoes are done, you tell him, they go in the ceramic tray with the onions, oil, paprika, and italian seasoning. It had taken a little while to find the paprika. You're not sure what that says about the store, but honestly, you're too far in now to worry about it. You cut the top off a head of garlic and stick it in there while Simon mixes it up. When he realized you were working while so gravely injured, (really, he's being a little dramatic. You've survived much worse.) he shot you a look, until you glared back at him, and he backed down a little bit. He moves to get the pasta ready to boil, and you cover the tray with aluminum foil.

You're humming to yourself softly as you put the tray in the oven, and bake at 200c (or 400f) for an hour. The salted water rolls to a boil, and you ask Simon to put the pasta in-

"Slowly, Si- I said slowly! Slowly, it's gonna-!" You laugh, tugging him backwards as the water boils over the side as he tries to pour all the pasta in at once. When the water settles, still giggling, you ease him back towards the stove, and show him how to properly add in the pasta. Really, how this man got by before you, you don't know.

When your hour is up, Simon leaps at the chance to take the tray from the oven.

"You'll burn yourself, Honey. Can't have that." He murmurs, flinching slightly at the warm air.

When the pasta is al dente, cooked to your liking, you strain it. Simon adds a few greens, half a lemon's worth of juice, and squishes the roasted garlic into the tray. You gag at the thought of adding coconut milk, so you leave it out. You stir in the pasta- slowly- and the doorbell rings.

Your eyes widen, flashing to the door, before looking at Simon.

"'S just Johnny, honey. Johnny and Peach. 'Member?" He says, voice gentle, hand held out. "I'll plate these up. Can ya get the door for me?"

Your feet are glued to the ground, your mouth is dry. Your eyes flick to the door. He's sure, he's sure it's them? You haven't had any... welcome visitors here.

"Here, I'll go with you. Bastard can plate himself." He snips, and your shoulders ease, taking his hand.

Scraggle is clawing at the door, while Dog sleeps against the couch. Some guard dog. Simon nudges Scraggle out of the way with his foot, before unlocking the door.

Your heart is in your throat.

"I told you he'd open the door!" Peach's loud voice was evident behind the door, followed by a dull *thwack!*

"Oi! I wasnae sayin'- Hi, LT- wasnae sayin' he forgot!" Says Johnny, sounding highly accosted, and slightly dramatic. You see him with a pout on his lips, and Peach's eyes light up when she sees you.

"Aren't ya so pretty? We brought a housewarmin' gift, Hon, hope ya don't mind!" She laughs, and your face flushes warm as she puts flowers in your hands. You glance and see Simon being handed a small bottle of amber liquid, before the two are ushered into the house.

"Ooh, shite, smells lovely, Honey." Johnny says, and you open your mouth to mutter a quiet thanks, before Peach interjects with a, "Language!"

"It- It's really okay," you hum softly. "It's in the kitchen, er- the plates aren't out-"

In the blink of an eye, Simon is opening the cabinet, and tossing a plate at Johnny, and handing one to Peach. Peach hands her plate to you, saying, "Cook gets the first dig!"

You flush, thanking her quietly, as Simon grabs a plate for himself, "accidentally" whacking Johnny over the head with it when he tries to reach for the ladle.

Simon looks.... happy.

You hum, an almost chittering sound, and scoop some pasta onto your plate as your stomach growls. Everyone else plates themselves, and the group migrates to the table.

You look... happy, Simon notes. As soon as the fork touches your tongue, you're shovelling food into your mouth, delighted at the way it turned out, but also ravenous, like you're worried you're never gonna have anything as good ever again.

Under the table from where he sits, Simon rests his hand on your thigh. His pulse beats firm beneath his wrist, and you falter. You take a breath. You don't have to eat like it's your last meal. It's okay. You're safe here, no one is going to judge you.

You smile at him, slightly relieved.

The push and pull of the waves, the horror and euphoria of being known.

This is how Simon loves, you think.

"Nae fookin' wonder yer so eager tae git home, LT-" Johnny practically moans through a mouthful of food. "I would take if Peach here wouldnae burn everythin'-"

"I do not! But oh my gods, Honey, this food is so fuckin' good, you gotta give me your recipe- pardon my language, but..."

She continues talking, playfully arguing with Johnny over a glass of bourbon, and Simon cracks a few laughs. You smile into your water, choking at some joke, and Scraggle screams under your chair for some pasta scraps mother, please, kindly donate a few to a starving Creature, never before eaten, Mother, you Do Not Understand-

You drop a noodle or two, and Scraggle yowls happily.

It feels... peaceful, in your house tonight.

Relaxation eases your shoulders, even after Peach and Johnny leave.

On the couch, you sip a few drops of Simon's bourbon. You don't usually drink, it makes you feel...... nervous, but a sip or two to relax wouldn't kill you. It was rich, smoky almost, and warm down your throat and into your chest.

Winter is coming soon, and the fire glows warmly in embers. Some movie is playing on the telly, and you're curled up against Simon's side. It took him a few moments to realize that you wanted comfort, and even then he asked to make sure. Now, his hand slowly rakes through your hair, gently scratching your scalp. Tingles rise on your arms every once in a while.

At peace.

Your eyes blink slowly, as you snuggle into him.

He doesn't take his eyes off you.

"Simon?" You ask, as if making sure he was still here.

"Yes?"

"Thank you." You say softly, a murmur. His heart quickens just the slightest.

His face is warm. "For what?"

You hum in response, hand drifting down to lightly pet Scraggle, who had fallen asleep right next to the couch, a note carried on by the warmth of the fire.

Your breathing evens out, deepens, and he knows he won't get an answer tonight. That's okay, he thinks.

His phone buzzes.

He yawns, thinking nothing of it, and looks down.

A text from John.

He opens it, rubbing his eyes slightly, before going back to petting your head, before cold flushes down his neck as he reads.

JP: Someone's looking for your girl.

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A/N: Hello! Thank you guys so much for the love on the past few chapters. I'm so sorry it's been a while since I updated, but I had a lot going on. Luckily, I'm okay and much better now, but I just wanted to let you all know that you're so so so loved! Also, the recipe in here is an actual, functional recipe. If anyone makes it, please let me know! I personally wouldn't add the coconut milk, but to each their own lol. see you next chapter!

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happy happy 1k yay!! idk if you still write for jaime tartt BUT i love the thought of him being obsessed with someone who works in the building… maybe the team’s pt and he’s always in their office with a “sore” knee or something like that but only so he can hang out and flirt with them 😫

bestie…the scream i scrumpt when i saw you in my inbox requesting my writing i damn near cried!!! but also the jamie tartt brainrot you awoke in me is insane, i went through a whole series rewatch and now i have jamie tartt edits saved 🫣. i struggled a bit to capture jamie’s essence/personality but otherwise i hope you enjoy my love 🫶🏽

this whole time i thought your pfp was bagels only to realize its a bunny 🥲

wanna be yours

pairing(s): jamie tartt x gn!reader

summary: jamie’s “bum” knee is the perfect excuse to spend whatever free time he can with you. it also doesn’t hurt that you’re his favorite person to flirt with.

warning(s): none

wc: 2.9k

Quiet hums filled the treatment room as you maneuvered around the space organizing and restocking low supplies. Your ears perked up at footsteps moving closer to the room. A knock on the open door followed shortly after, “Give me a minute.” 

“Surely I can give you more than a minute.” The sound of a familiar heavy Manchurian accent caused the corner of your lips to tick up, eyes glancing down at your watch to see that your daily visitor was right on time. 

Turning, you looked up to find Jamie leaning in the doorway, arms crossed against his chest, a cheesy smile on his face as he looked at you. “What can I do for you, Jamie?” 

In recent weeks Jamie made it his mission to stop by your office and if he wasn’t spending his free time in your office picking your brain, then he was complaining to you in the treatment room about a mysterious knee issue that magically disappeared after every visit to you but somehow always returned the next day. In the beginning, you thought there was something seriously wrong with him, and you were sure you would lose your job if Richmond lost their star player because you couldn’t figure out what was wrong but as time passed you began to enjoy his little visits.

“It's me knee,” Jamie’s lips turned down into a pout as he walked fully into the room. “It's feelin’ all funny again.” 

You nodded your head trying to tamp down your smile as you gestured for him to take a seat on the treatment table before grabbing a bottle of BioFreeze and rolling the stool over with you to sit. “Have you been doing the stretches I gave you?” 

Jamie reached for your free hand pulling you towards him. Small laughs left you at the rolling sensation before he stopped you in front of him, easily settling his foot between your legs on the stool. “Of course I do love, they make me think of ya.” His finger reached out to boop the tip of your nose, a smug smile washing over his face as your nose scrunched up from the touch.

It felt childish the way the butterflies in your stomach fluttered at Jamie’s silly little antics, but you ignored it knowing just how cheeky the man could be. The room was quiet for a minute as you began massaging the cooling gel into Jamie’s knee, “You know I saw you at practice today-,”

“Trainin’.” Jamie clicked his tongue smiling as you rolled your eyes.

“Anyway, your knee seemed to be fine out on the pitch.” You emphasized the final word smiling at the over-dramatic wink Jamie sent your way.

He gave a slight wince as you added more pressure to his knee, you weren’t sure if he was actually sore or if he was just trying to sell whatever this bit was. “Well yeah babe, I can’t let the lads see me sufferin’.” He moved to lean back resting on his elbows.

You nodded pretending to understand what went on in Jamie’s head. “Maybe but I think it might be time to let Roy and Beard in on this injury,” you paused, glancing up to see the humor drain from Jamie’s face. “Might have to sit out a few games until we get this under control you know? Maybe the whole season if we can’t figure out the underlying cause.” 

The silence caused you to look up your hands continuing their massage as you watched Jamie’s face pale, whatever thoughts going on behind those pretty brown eyes didn’t seem too happy. You felt a bit bad about your joke, but before you could clear the air, the sound of your name being shouted followed by the click of heels moving closer stole your attention.

“Oi sorry, didn’t realize you were busy, wow Jamie you look a bit ill everthin’ alright?” Keeley’s voice rang through the treatment room as she made her entrance, her petite frame eagerly hopping onto empty counter space.

You smiled at her as you finished up the ministrations on Jamie’s knee, “Oh you know he’s just coming to terms that this injury might be career-ending.” You looked up at Jamie waiting to see if he’d break. It took a couple of visits for you to finally clock that there wasn’t anything wrong with Jamie’s knee aside from his muscles needing their usual massage but other than that his visits were just periodic at this point. 

“It breaks my heart to know ya don’t believe me?” Jamie’s voice was incredulous as he spoke, his foot lightly tapped your thigh where it still sat a small smirk playing on his lips.

Keeley was quiet as she watched the exchange between the two of you. A cheeky smile of her own decorated her face. For all the years she’d known Jamie she hadn’t seen him quite as smitten as he was with you. When you first expressed concern about Jamie’s constant visits and the stress you were under trying to diagnose his injury she was worried for the both of you, you for how overwhelmed you seemed, and Jamie for his mysterious knee injury. But then there were the few times she’d been with you when Jamie would pop into your office, at first she thought the two of you were just good friends but as she paid attention to Jamie’s flirtatious words and most times unnecessary touches she realized it was something more on Jamie’s end and slowly began piecing it all together, and what kind of friend would she be to the both of you if she didn’t move this train along.

“Oh! Well sorry to hear about your career Jamie, but I was just poppin’ in to steal our favorite doctor, we’ve got a shopping date!” Keeley bounced on the countertop excitement racing through her. 

Jamie sat up at Keeley’s words, obviously interested in the turn of the conversation, “Awe Granddad takin’ you on a date?” He was the only one to laugh at his joke, your stern look caused his chuckles to quiet down.

Keeley rolled her eyes before finding Jamie’s, “No, it's for the gala. I talked Richmond’s favorite PT into making an appearance this year!” Her smile brightened as she stared directly into Jamie’s eyes though her question was directed at you, “Have you found a plus one yet?” 

You tried not to cringe at Keeley’s words, as excited as you were about finally attending one of Richmond’s annual charity galas Keeley wouldn’t take no for an answer when you explained you were fine attending the event solo. You stood from the stool moving to return the gel back to its place and wash your hands. 

“Why bring a guest when I could potentially arrive solo and leave with a lovely companion.” You turned to face both of them, a small smirk lining your lips as you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.

Jamie’s disgusted scoff was drowned out by Keeley’s excited squeal; the woman catapulted off the countertop excitement radiating off of her as she jumped up and down and clapped excitedly. “You cheeky little shit I love it! Oh, ohh are we thinking a sleazy footballer or emotionally unavailable millionaire donating for a tax write-off?”

You laughed, Jamie’s disgusted scoff turned into a disgusted look as his eyes bounced between the two of you. “I dunno Dani is kinda top of my list, if that doesn’t work out I guess we’ll go from there.” It was subtle but you watched the way Keeley’s eyes flashed to Jamie before landing back on you giving a thumbs up.

“Rojas?” Jamie’s voice was incredulous as he looked at you, “He’s not even monogamous!” The disbelief on his face was palpable, eyes wide. 

Keeley watched as you made your way over to Jamie patting his thigh before settling back on the stool, his hands fell to the sides of the stool spinning you around before pulling the wheeled chair as close to the table as possible his body bowing forward as his chin came to settle atop your head. Keeley felt physically ill as she tamped down the excitement trying to claw its way out of her body; the urge to squeal grew tenfold as she watched you move your head to rest against his shoulder, eyes staring up at Jamie as the man smiled down at you.

“Who said I was monogamous? It's good to try things at least once.” The movement of you shrugging moved Jamie’s arms that were settled around your shoulders, his smile transforming into a frown.

A scoff let him as one of his hands moved up to flick the tip of your nose “M’ just sayin’ I’d never need another if I had you.” You gave Jamie an exasperated look at his words if the man kept up this flirtatious banter you’d never know how to deal with mediocre men again. 

Keeley covered her excited squeal with a false cough, “Shoot, I’ve uh gotta talk with Rebecca about some marketing things, you’ll be fine if we go shopping later right?” Keeley smiled eager to leave the two of you alone.

It took you a minute to look away from Jamie and find Keeley’s eyes sending her a warm understanding smile, “Of course, oh invite Rebecca yeah?” 

Keeley nodded her head sending you a bright smile before looking at Jamie raising her eyebrows slightly silently trying to tell him to make his move. She refrained from rolling her eyes as the man wiggled his eyebrows back to her, any hope of him doing this on his own slowly dwindling. 

You waved the woman off as she left before turning in Jamie’s arms and giving him a serious look, “So, you wanna tell me what’s going on with you?” Your fingers began unconsciously playing with the hem of his shorts eyes peering into his with concern. “I can’t help you if you’re not honest with me Jamie.”

“Ahh don’t worry your pretty little head.” His hand moved to gently tap two fingers against your forehead, “A little knee pain can’t keep me down, I’m Jamie fuckin’ Tartt.” A smug smile took over his face, a quiet laugh escaped him at the way you rolled your eyes.

You stared at him for a moment longer eyes tracing his face before landing on his smile, the urge to give him a smile of your own crept up on you. “Well, Jamie Tartt is there anything else I can help you with?” 

“Mmm dunno love, kinda just like buggin’ ya.” You laughed as his hand reached for yours, admiring the few rings that decorated your fingers. “Feel like I make ya all nervous, it's a bit adorable.” He smiled widely up at you shamelessly lacing his fingers with yours. 

It felt as though your brain short-circuited for a moment, you weren’t sure when the two of you became all touchy-feely and you hardly minded it, but this felt a bit too intimate as he smiled up at you, the palm of his hand fitted perfectly to yours. 

“If we’re done here I have to go add this little visit to your medical file and maybe stop by the coach's office.” You stood up with a slight huff removing your hand from Jamie’s grip, foot gently pushing the rolling stool into the corner, “Make sure to close the door when you leave please, and try not to let a little knee pain ruin the rest of the great Jamie fuckin’ Tartt’s day.” There was a slight teasing undertone in your words as you gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder before taking your leave, needing a bit of space to figure out the thoughts running through your head. 

Jamie sat still atop the treatment table, a small smile lining his lips as he watched you walk away. The tingling sensation your soft hand left behind in his made him feel like a giddy teenager all over again as he stood to take his leave.

You quickly finished updating the last medical file for the evening, checking the time on the phone to make sure you could stop at home for a shower before meeting Keeley and Rebecca for your shopping date. Moving around your office you gathered your few belongings before turning to head home, surprise jolted through you as you looked up to see Jamie standing in the doorway hand poised to knock. 

“Didn’t mean to scare ya, just wanted to see if you wanted to walk to the car park together?” Jamie raised his hands in innocence, he was changed out of his practice gear just as ready to retire for the day as you were.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You gave him a small smile trying to get your slightly erratic breathing under control as you grabbed your keys off the desk. 

It was silent between the two of you as you exited your office, Jamie moving out of your way opting to lean against the wall as he watched you lock everything up. Thinking back to his words it wasn’t that Jamie made you nervous, he made you confused he was a flirtatious man by nature and while you didn’t mind the banter between the two of you and willfully fed into it, you were a bit wary of catching feelings for a man who was so secure in himself. Pair that with his profession and the lifestyle he lived you weren’t sure if this was just all fun and games between friends or something more.

“Can I ask you somethin’?” Jamie bumped his shoulder against yours as the two of you began your journey, not finding any reason to move out of your personal space as you nodded in assent. “Is Rojas really top of your list?” 

You let out a surprised laugh expecting the question to be anything but that, giving yourself a moment to think on the answer as you bid goodbye to the few people the two of you walked past. “I don’t actually have a list Jamie,” you paused, giving him a quiet thank you as he opened the door for you to exit. “But I don’t know, Dani seems like the easiest person to have a fun night with and then continue being my colleague like nothing happened.” 

Jamie hummed at your words, the two of you stopping beside your car and leaning against it. “This may be a bit forward, but I for one think it’d be a true shame to only spend one night with you.” His eyes locked on yours, there was no sign of his signature smirk making an appearance as it usually did after one of his flirty remarks, his eyes were intense almost like he was staring through you, an underlying message hidden in their soft brown depths. The feel of his fingers reaching out to yours tickled in the cool evening air. 

Being speechless sure wasn’t something you were used to, but as you stood in the carpark Jamie directly across from you his words lingering in the air, you weren’t sure there was anything you could say. His words held a heavy insinuation and you didn’t think you were brave enough at the moment to find out their actual meaning. 

Your mouth opened and closed unsure of what to say, your brain not even close to doing its job properly. Jamie smiled as he watched you, fingers dancing across your palm as he took a step forward his free hand raised the forefinger of his knuckle tapped gently against your chin, “Like I said, a bit adorable.” He moved quicker than you could react, his fingers pinching your chin and turning your head slightly before his soft lips caressed the apple of your cheek.

“G’night Doc, I’ll do my stretches tonight and think of ya.” Jamie gave you a cheeky smile and wink before turning and making his way to his car. 

The urge to scream was immediate as you watched him enter his car before getting into your own head falling against the steering wheel as you tried to balance the butterflies in your stomach with the confusion racing through your head. 

Jamie sat in his car waiting for you to safely drive away. The large grin on his face wouldn’t be leaving him anytime soon, his days were always made better by making you smile with just his words. He watched as your car drove off, for a man with all the confidence in the world he wasn’t sure when he’d ever be ready enough to admit his feelings to you without making his words seem as though they were just flirty banter. 

Jamie’s mind thought back to his first meeting with you all those years ago, you were one of the only people who wouldn’t put up with his arrogant attitude and now here he was all these years later hoping one day his cutesy words wouldn’t just be something you’d laugh off but instead believed in the same way you believed he was capable of being a better man.

a/n: y’all i love this man, down horrendous for this himbo.

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𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 ｡ ｡ ｡ ｡ jamie decides he wants to change isabelle’s name but first he has to ask the most important men in her life.

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June 4, 2024

When you see somebody Who erases everybody in the room I don't know what to say, I don't know what to do

Jamie hadn't meant to be up as early as he was, the bold black letters of the time plastered on the screen of his phone reading 5:30 AM while he sat out on the back porch of the hughes lake house.

Another Summer of spending time with his girlfriend, her family and a couple of their friends was a nice getaway from their every day lives of playing hockey and doing all of her social media things.

The hockey players mind flashes to the small velvet black box that he had packed away in his duffel bag, making sure to keep Belle from finding.

He can hear the backdoor slide open but he doesn't take his eyes off of the sun rising in front of him.

"Morning, Jamie." Jim's voice flows from beside him, taking a seat an the empty chair.

"Morning." Jamie sends him a half smile as his head turns to look at him for just a second.

"You're up early." He says after a moment of silence, sitting the coffee cup on the arm of the chair.

"Yeah, I just needed a breather before we get up to whatever Jack has cooked up or us today." Jamie tells him with a slight chuckle.

Jim lets out a chuckle of his own and they sit in silence for a moment before the father of four broke it, "I can see all the signs, son....so go ahead. Ask me."

Oh, I I don't wanna change who you are I don't wanna mess with your dreams Or get in the way of who you wanna be

Jamie feels the palms of his hands grow sweaty as he wipes them on the dark grey material of the sweat pants he's wearing, his words suddenly catching in the back of his throat.

"Um, I.....I want to ask Belle to marry me." He finally chokes out, eyes never leaving the sunrise in front of him.

"How long have you been thinking about this?" Jim turns to look at his daughter's boyfriend.

"For about year. I’ve had the ring since December 27, 2023." He tells Jim, finding a sudden interest in playing with the thing bracelet on his wrist with 'IMH' engraved on it.

"A year?"

Jamie smiles, "Yeah. It first crossed my mind when I was traded to the Flyers. I called her right after I got the phone call when we were in Memphis and she told me that we would be okay, I'd be okay. That's when was like, 'damn, i really think i want to spend the rest of my life with this girl.'."

"And when were you sure you wanted to marry her?"

"A week after I was traded, when she packed up her apartment in California to move in with me in Philly." Jamie has no hesitation as he speaks.

Jim smiles at the adoration in Jamie's voice when he talks about his daughter, "Jamie, when Belle first came home telling Ellen and I about you, I was honestly worried. I love my sons, and I love hockey, but I didn't want my daughter to date a hockey player. But listening to how she talked about you, how she talked about the way you treated her, I told Ellen, 'i'm happy that he can put this big smile on her face and a bright sparkle in her eyes'. That's all a father could ever want for his little girl."

Jamie listens, hanging onto every word.

"And if you wanna marry my daughter, I give you permission to do so." He says as they both stand up, Jim bringing Jamie into a hug.

"Thank you."

────── ❪ 🌿🕊️! ❫

No, I I won't stop your runaway heart I just wanna be why you stay Only thing about you that I'd change is I'd change your name

Ellen and Belle had decided to take the time to have a little girls day, leaving the boys and Jim at the lake house.

Jamie sat on the couch next to Luke, playing with a lose thread on his jeans as he watched the others playing video games, trying to think of ways her could ask four of the dozen hockey players staying.

Taking a deep breath, he just decided to rip the band-aid off and quickly blurts it out, "I wanna ask Belle to marry me."

The yelling that had been going on quiets down as everyone turns to look over at Jamie, the sounds of Luke dropping the controller to the ground following.

“Did I hear that correctly?” Quinn leans forward to be able to look at Jamie.

“Dude! Come on!” Trevor groaned as he stands up from the couch, pulling his wallet from his back pocket and slapping a twenty into Jack’s outreached hand.

“Buddy, you made me twenty bucks richer!” Jack smiled widely, “Make me an Uncle in six months and I’ll win another twenty!”

“Don’t make him an uncle cause I’m not giving him another twenty.” Trevor huffs sitting back in his place. “Marry your girl, Jamie!”

“This is really what you want?” Quinn asked, his tone serious as he looks at the hockey player.

“A hundred percent. Guys, I love your sister with every little ounce of my being.” Jamie tells them, “Belle is the only person that I see myself marrying.”

“And our dad?” Luke raised an eyebrow.

“Asked him this morning, he said yes.” Jamie wipes his hands on his jeans, growing nervous again under the gaze of all the guys.

“Well, you have my yes.” Jack grinned.

“When do you want to do this?” Quinn crossed his arms over his chest.

“This weekend, before we leave.” Jamie answered, “She’s always talked about getting proposed to on the end of the dock.”

Quinn smiled, “Okay. You reeled me in. Yeah, you can marry my little sister.”

“Luke, you’re really quiet over there, buddy.” Jack grinned at the little pout on Luke’s face.

With the pout still on his lips, Luke crosses his arms over his chest, “Fine, you can marry my sister.” He pauses, "But I would also like to become an uncle, just not in six months."

────── ❪ 🌿🕊️! ❫

June 11, 2024

I can't see 20 years from now Hell, I can barely see today Can't promise you your sky won't drop a little rain When that smile in the mirror disappears I promise you I'll be right here

"Hey, baby." Jamie grins as he walks back into the lake house from being on the boat with the boys, leaning down to kiss her, "Got anything planned for tonight?"

"Hmm, no." Belle shakes her head, "Why?"

"I'm taking you out to dinner." Jamie tells her as she looks at him, "What is it?"

"What do I wear?"

"Something pretty."

“Okay.”

────── ❪ 🌿🕊️! ❫

Oh, I I don't wanna change who you are I don't wanna mess with your dreams Or get in the way of who you wanna be

“Have I mentioned how pretty you look?” Jamie grinned from the driver side of the rental car her shared with Trevor.

“Hmm, almost every chance that you get.” Belle smiles over at her boyfriend, bringing her hand up to play with the hair on the back of his neck. “Tonight was nice, just the two of us.”

“It was.” Jamie pulls into the driveway of the lake house, “But I have one more surprise.”

Belle raised an eyebrow at her boyfriend as he quickly jogs around the front of the car to her side, pulling the door open for her, “Thank you.”

“Always.” He smiles, kissing her for a brief moment before he takes her hand and starts leading her down towards the dock.

A quiet gasp leaves her lips as she takes in the sight of the small boat dock.

Candles lit up the walkway going out to the end. Seven bundles of roses lined up the sides as well as rose petals scattered along the middle.

“Jamie….” Belle stops in her tracks as tears begin to rise above her water line.

Jamie grins as he takes her by the hands, pulling her close to him, bringing her hand to wrap around his neck as he let his own drop to her waist, “Isabelle….,”

“No, don’t drop to one knee right now.” Her bottom lips trembles as she looks into her boyfriends eyes.

A chuckle leaves his lips as he sniffles, “You know, Trevor caught me watching your videos the night before we met? I had found them a couple weeks before and watched them all, and I never picked up that you were related to Jack, Quinn and Luke. And then I walked out of the locker room, and there you were.”

“We went back to our house after dinner that night, and I couldn’t stop talking about how amazing you were so Trevor gave me your number and I was so terrified to do anything with it. Took me two weeks to build up the courage to text you and ask you to have lunch with me.”

“After, I went home and I called my mom. I’ve never told you this, have I?” Jamie stops to ask her, which she shakes her head no, “Good. I went home and I called my mom, and I told her, ‘This girl, she’s it. She is everything that I’ve been searching for. She’s it for me,’ and she just laughed me off and said, ‘Jamie, your young, you’ll have more than one experience like this’, and I told her, ‘watch me marry her.’.”

“We’ve been there for each other through every good, bad, up, down. Through sickness, career moves, through every hockey game, every time you needed someone to participate in videos for your channel, TikTok pranks, and your pregnancy scare last year.” Jamie kept going with his speech, never once losing eye contact with Belle as he did.

“And the other morning, I was sitting out on the porch, lost in thought about how I was going to ask your dad and brothers, when your dad came and sat down next to me. He could see it on my face that I wanted to ask him, and he asked me how long ago had I been thinking about asking you to marry me. For an entire year, the thought of marrying your had been in the back of my mind, but six months ago I finally got the courage to buy the ring."

"But the exact moment that I really knew that I wanted to have you for the rest of my life was last year when you packed up everything you made for yourself in California and moved with me to Philly." Jamie's thumb wiped away the tears falling from Belle's face, tears of his own falling. "Can I get down on one knee now?"

A sob rips through her throat as she vigorously nodded her head, "Please."

Jamie chuckles before pulling the ring box out of his pocket, dropping down to one knee as he looked up at the blonde, "Isabelle Marie Hughes, will you marry me?"

"Yes, of course!" A giggle leaves her lips as Jamie slides the beautiful ring onto her finger before standing up and bringing her into a deep, breath taking, kiss.

Loud cheers fill the air as everyone comes out of their hiding spots, Luke instantly rushing to his older sister, spinning her around in a tight hug.

"Oh, let me see the ring!" Ellen grabs her hand, smiling at the diamond ring resting on her finger. "Oh, my baby is getting married!"

No, I I won't stop your runaway heart I just wanna be why you stay Only thing about you that I'd change is I'd change your name

Jamie smiles as he watches his fiancee gush over the ring with her mother, that smile growing bigger as she locked eyes with him, “I love you.” He mouths watching as she mouths the words back.

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Chapter 16

Genre: Mafia!au , Slowburn, Angst, Hurt, eventual smut, TW (it is a mafia!AU, after all)

Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x reader

Synopsis: There will come a day when I will sit down and write an alluring synopsis for this series. But that day hasn't come just yet lol. Stay tuned for more chapters to come.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my native language. Also, don’t come for me over the theme, people. It’s an Alternate Universe, which means the bangtan boys are essentially what I like to call meat puppets to serve the storyline. This is obviously not a projection of their actual real-life personas.

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Knock, knock, knock—knock, knock

Five taps. Rhythmic. Confident. Too jolly to be Jungkook.

Y/N cracked one eye open. Sunlight spilled through the window in tired slats. Her head throbbed faintly from last night’s whiskey.

Another knock. Louder.

Then, through the door, “Rise and shine, princess. It’s your lucky day.”

Her groan was full-bodied. “Unless my parole came through, I doubt it.”

The door creaked open anyway.

Taehyung stepped in with all the pageantry of a man who’d absolutely done this before. Sunglasses. Iced coffee in hand. Blazer with the sleeves pushed up like some post-modern fairy godmother.

She blinked at him. “I thought you weren’t dealing with me anymore.”

“I know,” he said, lifting the coffee like a peace offering. “But what can I say? The thrill of your charming company pulled me back.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Come on,” he grinned. “Get dressed.”

The girl squinted. “What for?”

“Summoned,” he said, gesturing vaguely downward. “Royal audience.”

Her stomach turned. “Namjoon?”

“Would I lie to you?”

“Yes.”

“Well, not about this.”

She sighed, rolling onto her back and rubbing her eyes. “So no breakfast in bed anymore? What happened to the five-star hostage treatment?”

He laughed. “Budget cuts. Let’s go. You don’t wanna keep him waiting.”

She muttered something obscene under her breath, then swung her legs over the side of the bed.

Taehyung turned to give her privacy but called over his shoulder, “You’ve got five minutes. He’s already not in a good mood.”

She paused halfway through tying her hair back. “Is Jungkook—”

“You’ll see,” was all he said.

—

The walk to Namkoon office was quieter than she’d expected.

No teasing. No small talk. Just the click of Taehyung’s shoes and the whisper of her own against the hallway’s polished floor. The silence felt heavier the lower they descended, the closer they got to Namjoon’s end of the house—where the walls grew colder and the air more still, like the building itself knew not to breathe too loud.

When they turned the last corner, noise finally reached their ears. Growing louder as their approached the doors to Namjoon’s office.

Voices—and not the calm, clipped kind..

One voice cold. The other on fire.

“…assignment because I trusted—”

Namjoon.

“—wasn’t about trust, and you know it—”

Jungkook.

“…can’t even keep your head straight—”

The rest blurred. Twisted around in fury and footsteps.

“…don’t give a damn what you think you deserve—”

“…’s not true. Fucking bullshit.”

“…not thinking—you’re slipping—”

A sharp crash—something thrown.

Y/N flinched.

Taehyung exhaled like he’d been expecting it. “Well. That answers that.”

The argument raged on, muffled but biting. Footsteps.

Taehyung leaned casually against the wall like he’d seen this movie before. “Guess I’m permanently back on babysitting duty. Place your bets—two days or three before I’m threatening to jump off the roof?”

Y/N’s lips twitched despite herself. She opened her mouth to respond—

Then—

The door flew open.

Jungkook stood there, eyes wild, chest rising and falling too fast. He spotted them instantly—Taehyung and Y/N—and for a second, he didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

Just looked.

Then his gaze hardened.

He didn’t say a word. Just stomped past them. Long strides. Fast.

Gone.

The air he left behind was scorched.

Taehyung gave a low whistle. “And there he goes.”

Then Namjoon’s voice rang out, cold and calm:

“Bring her in.”

She straightened. Automatically. Like her spine had been pulled taut.

“Go on,” Taehyung said, nudging her forward. “I’ll be here. Just in case you bolt.”

—

Namjoon didn’t look up when she stepped inside.

He was seated at his desk, sleeves rolled to the elbows, hands steepled over a thin folder. Sunlight spilled through the tall window behind him, too clean for the atmosphere. The room was neat. Still. Like it hadn’t just heard shouting.

Y/N stood there, unsure whether to sit or speak.

He didn’t tell her to do either.

Seconds stretched. He flipped a page.

She cleared her throat. “You wanted to see me?”

Namjoon finally looked up.

His face was unreadable. Not angry. Not soft. Just quiet in a way that made the air feel tighter.

“I assume you had your fun.”

His voice was mild. Even.

Which somehow made it worse.

Y/N’s jaw tightened. “If you’re looking to assign blame—”

“I’m not,” he said. “At least, not to you.”

That surprised her. Enough that she didn’t say anything at all.

“That being said,” Namjoon closed the folder on his desk and folded his hands over it. “You should know you were recognised last night.”

Her heart thumped, once.

“Kang affiliates, at minimum,” he went on. “And the Lees… well, they don’t need much to stir the pot. Word is already out. The Raven Gongju. On clan turf. Drinking beside my men.”

He met her eyes then. Calm. Dispassionate.

“Not shackled. Not bleeding. Not in a body bag.”

Y/N swallowed. “What do you think they’ll do?”

“What they always do,” he said. “Assume the worst. Plan for worse still.”

He took off his glasses and rubbed his temple .

“And your brother?” Namjoon asked. “I wonder what it’ll look like to him. His sister—who he thought was being held hostage—sipping whiskey beside my most dangerous men, dressed like she’s in on the joke.”

Her throat went dry.

“It changes things,” Namjoon said. “Not in theory. In reality. Power, perception, leverage—we had built this tight. We’d kept your presence here under wraps for a reason.”

A pause. Weighted.

“And last night, all that effort went to shit.”

Y/N bristled. “You said this isn’t a lecture.”

“It isn’t.”

He glanced at her, not like she was a threat—but like she was a chesspiece on a board. One that had moved too soon.

“I had assigned you a guard I trusted fully,” Namjoon said. “But trust and clarity aren’t the same. And it seems he’s lost the latter.”

She watched something flicker behind his eyes. Regret, maybe. Or reluctance.

“His judgment was compromised. That’s on him. But I think you have forgotten something too—”

His voice lowered.

“All this. These pas couple of months. It was never solely about keeping you in.”

He leaned forward.

“It was about keeping everything else out.”

The words landed like iron.

Then—he leaned back. Gestured to the door with a quiet finality.

“You’re dismissed.”

Y/N didn’t move. Not right away.

Namjoon returned to his papers. But as she turned to leave, Namjoon spoke once more—low, almost thoughtful:

“Adjustments will be made,” he said softly. “That’s not a threat. Just a consequence.”

The door clicked shut behind her with a hush.

Y/N stood in the hallway for a second longer than necessary.

Adjustments will be made.

The words echoed, hollow and precise. Not a warning. A sentence.

Taehyung was leaning against the far wall, arms folded. He straightened when he saw her.

“That bad?” he asked.

She didn’t answer. Just started walking. He fell in beside her without a word. They didn’t speak again while he escorted her back to the attic.

—

The elevator doors had barely shut behind her when she heard him.

Jungkook, pacing like a caged animal.

She approached his bedroom.

He didn’t look at her when she appeared in the doorframe. Didn’t stop moving.

A half-packed duffel sat open on the bed, clothes shoved in without their usual order. His gun was already holstered. His knuckles were scraped, like maybe he’d hit a wall on the way back.

“Wow,” she said dryly. “Packing already? »

No answer. He shoved another stack of clothes into the bag.

She stepped in, arms crossed. “No parting speech? No farewell grunt?”

Still nothing.

“Right,” she muttered. “Silent treatment it is.”

He zipped the duffel with violent finality and turned.

“You think this is funny?” he snapped.

She blinked. “What?”

“You think last night was a joke?”

“Not particularly but—”

“You really are just —“ he stopped himself.

“Hold on,“ Y/N blinked. “You’re blaming me for this shitshow?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to.” She crossed her arms.

His laugh was short and sharp. “It’s not exactly my fault, though, is it?”

“You’re the one who dragged me out,” she snapped. “You’re the one who said let’s go.”

“And you’re the one who couldn’t shut up long enough not to draw attention to yourself,” he shot back.

The tension snapped taut.

Something ugly flared in her chest. “You really think I’m the one who fucked this up?”

“I think you don’t know when to stop pushing,” he growled. “Always—testing the edge, like you’re hoping someone finally pushes back hard enough to break you.”

“And what—you’re the one to do it?”

A beat.

Then, quieter: “No.”

But something in his eyes said he’s thought about it.

Her hands curled at her sides. “So, what is this? Did Namjoon slap you on the wrist?”

His jaw clenched, “I’m being reassigned.”

“I thought you’d be thrilled,” she sneered.

“Shut up.”

“So—you’re pissed you got benched by your boss,” she said. “Don’t take it out on me.”

His voice dropped, low and dangerous. “Stop calling him that.”

“What?”

“My boss.”

She was taken aback for a moment. “Well, you do follow his orders like a good little boy.”

“Yeah? And what about you, huh? Always mouthing off, thinking you’re so clever, but you’re just another entitled little brat with a martyr complex. Even your own brother doesn’t care enough to come for you.”

Her chest went tight. “Screw you.”

His laugh was cold. “No. You wanted honesty, right? Here it is. You’ve been a fucking lliability since day one.“

Her voice rose. “You think I wanted this? Believe me I don’t necessarily enjoy being locked up with a guy who glares at me like I shot his dog—“

“Maybe if you stopped acting like a viscious little bi—.”

 “Oh, is that why you’re leaving?” Her pulse spiked. “What—you couldn’t handle it?”

He huffed. “I’m leaving because I’m being replaced. Because the second I stopped being useful, I was tossed.”

“That’s not what Namjoon said.”

His laugh was low, humorless. “No. Of course not. He never says it.”

Something in his voice made her blink.

She hadn’t heard it before.

Resentment.

And hurt.

It vanished as quickly as it appeared.

Jungkook shook his head.

“I don’t even know why I’m bothering.” He sighed, “I’m fucking free now—free of you, your games, your goddamn whiny little voice chewing through my skull every night.” He sighed, “Now, you can fuck off. Go torture someone else.”

She laughed—sharp, bitter. “God, what is wrong with you?” she shook her head. “I mean, seriously. What the fuck happened to you that you have to be such a raging fucking prick all the time? What—did mommy not hug you enough as a kid?”

Silence.

Dead, razor-sharp silence.

Something shifted in his face. The light in his eyes changed.

When he spoke, his voice was low. Measured. Dangerous.

“Oh, did I strike a nerve?” she scoffed. “Poor Kookie. Can dish it out but can’t ever take it.”

He stepped closer. “You think I’m angry? You haven’t even seen me angry.”

She turned away but he caught her wrist and pulled her back. Hard.

Her breath caught.

Not fear.

Outrage.

She shoved him—just hard enough to make him grunt and stumble back.

“You want to blow off some steam?” she snapped. “Go fetch a ball or something.”

His chest rose and fell like a war drum.

Big mistake.

He backed her into the wall.

“Don’t,” she growled, eyes lit with a dare.

He tried grabbing her wrist again.

So she slapped him—hard.

The sound rang out sharp and awful.

He didn’t move.

Neither did she.

Just stared at each other for a moment.

Then he turned away, his voice was low, shaking: “I should’ve walked away the second I was assigned to you.”

Her stomach twisted. “Then why didn’t you?” she spat.

He looked back at her.

“I don’t know,” he muttered. And it sounded like the truth.

Her breath shook, fists clenched at her sides.

And for one suspended second—neither of them spoke.

Then—

“Congratulations,” he finally spoke, grabbing the duffle bag from his bed. “You’re someone else’s problem now.”

The door slammed behind him.

Y/N just stood there.

Chest heaving. Pulse roaring. A thousand things unsaid burning on her tongue.

And the silence that followed felt like a grave.

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Phew. That was rough lol. Next chapter should be rather interesting, I reckon.

Chapter 17

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IF YOU DONT MAKE A PART FOUR OF MIKE WITH INEXPERIENCED READER I WILL ACTUALLY JUST WITHER AWAY AND DIE PLEASE

I LOVE THIS MINI SERIES JESUS I'M TRYING TO THINK OF MORE SHIT TO WRITE FOR IT SJAKAKWKE 😵‍💫

this is set after part 1 and part 3 and before part 2

"oh no babe, don't worry.. i just wanna.. hold you for a bit, maybe you could help me a little later? i'll show you how to-"

"suck it?"

he's taken aback by your sudden interruption, once again you're full of surprises

"uh- yeah, of course, only if you want to"

"i do"

that was a few hours ago. after that you continued watching the rest of the movie in his arms

but mike wasn't paying attention to any of it. you didn't know it yet, but he was deep in thought about how your first time sleeping with him would go down

the fact that you announced it to him so casually has been messing with him.

why'd you do that? he thought that what you two had was not.. casual

you were so different from every woman he'd ever been with, so innocent, so.. clueless.

he did think it would be casual at first. he'd just mess around with you and move on, like he always did

but you didn't deserve this. unknowingly you have awoken something in him he didn't know even existed

at first your lack of experience was just a turn on for him, knowing he's one of the few, maybe even the only one to see you in certain ways

like he just saw you spread out for him a few hours ago on the couch

he still remembers the first time he saw you. you were practically glowing.

he only had eyes for you from that moment on, even though it took some time for him to accept this

he tried to deny it, he wanted to deny it

but he couldn't, not anymore. not now when he realized that he loves you

and now there you were, cuddled up into his side after you took your first shower together where he once again made you cum on his tongue after the first time on the couch

he couldn't get enough of you. you were everywhere. always on his mind.

he thought of you early in the morning after he woke up or late at night before falling asleep. you were poisoning his dreams, all he could see and hear was you

your sweet voice, your beautiful eyes, your smile

you you you

to this day he still doesn't know how he could become so avoidant in the weeks leading up to your first time sleeping together

your fingers are circling around his bare chest while laying down beside him.

you notice mike staring at the ceiling contemplating something

"what's on your mind hun?"

"huh? oh, nothing, don't worry your pretty head"

"d'you uh.. remember what i told you earlier today?"

of course he does. it's actually the only thing he'd been thinking about since then, but he still acts confused

are you referring to your blurted out announcement of being ready to have sex? or your other wish to have your pretty lips wrapped around his cock?

"about.. you know.. me and you.."

oh yeah, that clears everything up, could you be any more vague?

he doesn't understand how you can be so shy and flustered at times and then just blurt out obscenities like they're nothing

and they were nothing, in the beginning, when you were just a plaything to him

but everything is different now

he is changed

you changed him

and he hopes you know this because he's not ready to say it himself, not yet

he hopes you can see it in his eyes when he looks at you, in his smile, that you can feel it in every touch and kiss he gives you

"me and you.. what?"

his hand caresses your head and trails down to your chin, lifting it up so he can look into your eyes

"oh you know damn well, don't make me say it"

"why shouldn't i? you know i enjoy it when you're straightforward with me"

you sit up from your laying position and you straddle him looking straight into his eyes

"jesus you can be so annoying sometimes"

"yeah i know, but you love it.. admit it"

i love you

you wish you could tell him right then and there, but you don't, not now at least, instead you reciprocate his teasing

"yeah, sure, if that makes you happy"

"i can think of other things that would make me very happy.."

his hands grip your hips grinding you down on his growing erection

"oh.. and what would those things be?"

"you.. mmfuck baby- were you serious about wanting to.. uh.. suck me off?"

"yes..? only if you want that too"

"of course i do darlin'"

"uhm, i-i don't really know how t-"

"don't worry baby, i'll guide you"

you shoot him a shy smile before trailing down his body and settling between his legs. he's only in his underwear, too tired after your shared shower to actually put any clothes on

you can see the outline of his cock through the thin material covering it, and a little dark spot from his leaking tip

you did put your mouth on it before, when you gave him that hand job and you let him cum on your tongue, but you never actually took the whole thing in your mouth

your hand goes in his boxers grabbing at his sensitive cock and pulling it out. he gets rid of his underwear and smirks at your flustered face

"oh come on darling, don't get shy now,you were doing so well"

"quit teasing me mike"

"okay, alright, i'm so-"

he's interrupted by your lips wrapping around his tip. you can feel the taste of his precum on your tongue and it makes you moan a bit

the taste is a bit different from his cum, a bit.. sweeter? you could actually get used to it, maybe even like it

he hisses at the sudden warm feeling of your mouth around him and his fingers tangle in your hair keeping your head still

"you feel so good baby.. fuuck.."

you hum in response sending little vibrations to his throbbing cock eliciting a groan from him

you begin bobbing your head up and down, slowly at first but his hand guides you to a rougher pace

you feel his hips thrusting up a bit making you gag around him

"shit- sorry darlin'"

you look up to him, tears stinging your eyes and give him a reassuring look

after some more bobbing of your head you hear his breath become more rapid and shaky

"fuck- you might wanna, ugh, lift your head hun, i think i'm gonna c-"

you hands dig into his thighs as you push your head down until you feel the soft hairs at his base brush your nose

his mind shuts down at the sight. jesus, of course you'd have another one of your little tricks to show him

after you swallow everything you lift your head up letting his twitching length fall on his lower stomach.

you wipe away at your spit covered puffy lips and gaze straight at him looking for his praise, a confirmation that you did good

oh he's so handsome like this. completely fucked out of his mind

"jesus fucking christ woman.. you're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

[kookygranger]

Let Touches Shake

Ghost!Steve Harrington x Witch!Reader

Series Masterlist

800 words

“They’re really good don’t you think?”

His voice is clearer than any above the cacophony of instruments coming from further in the venue. You look up from writing in your notebook, the bass guitar buzzing through the walls and against your spine, although that tingly feeling could be caused by the smile he’s giving you as he leans against the opposite wall in the narrow corridor.

People offer you a smile or short greeting as they pass on their way to the bathrooms, paying him no attention.

He's not used to it, not being seen. But it seems this friendly ghost was only visible to witches and gifted seers. And if he was being honest with himself, he’s too damn focused on the one before him to pay any mind to the way eyes look right through him.  

“You’re getting really good at this haunting thing. Couldn’t let me have the night off?” You mutter as he comes to stand next to you, grinning at the twitch of your mouth upon his appearance and the hair standing at attention on your arms as he brushes ever so slightly against you.

He can’t help himself, leaning into you and causing that zap that makes you flinch. You frown as you shift away from him. He still wasn’t able to touch you for more than a moment without his translucency returning but it hadn’t stopped him from trying. Secretly hoping that one day he’d be able to hold you.

“What if you need protecting?”

You huff, looking right at him as you converse in the currently empty hallway. “And how would you do that exactly?”

He shrugs, “I dunno. Go all spooky on their ass.”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of your chest, shaking your head in a fluster as his face lights up. You finish jotting down your thoughts in your notebook before tucking it away into your bag.

“You wanna stay for the rest of the gig then?”

He nods, “Yeah. I like them.”

“Okay.” You push off from the wall, feeling that familiar tingle as he follows you, a space somehow always free for him next to your body even when people come up to greet you and talk about the music, inexplicably unbothered about slipping into the empty space beside you.

He sits next to you later in the night during your train journey home. Walking around your space as you type up some of your thoughts, talking to you as you brew some tea to bring with you to bed. When you say good night to him, he disappears from your sight but still lingers in a warm presence, on another plane of existence but never too far.

You know at some point the next morning he’ll pop up. Usually, at exactly the right time to startle you, which seems to be one of his favourite things to do.

You think it’s a sick pleasure he indulges in watching you get a fright, but for him it’s the way you fluster at his attention, the shyness that takes over you when you realise he’s come back again and again. The way you tuck your chin and avoid his stare that would make his breath stutter if he could breathe. Sometimes he swears that it does. You just have that effect on him. The more time he spends with you the more he feels alive again; the more he feels.

For weeks he seems content in keeping up with your routine. His presence now worryingly familiar to you as you go about your life with your new ghost friend.

One night, you’re not really feeling the music, about to turn to Steve and ask him if he wants to leave when you notice him staring across the crowded room. You catch his line of sight falling on a young girl around his age, her blonde hair cropped and wavy, freckles dotting her cheeks that lift in laughter. She’s deep in conversation with another girl who’s wrapped her arm around her back.

Steve has a sad smile on his face when you turn back to him.

“What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head, eyes still on the girl, “Just saw someone I know.” He tries to shrug it off but there’s an aura of deep pain radiating off him and he’s pliant when you suggest leaving.

He’s quiet on the journey home, and you sit there silently mourning the loss of his smile. You’ve always felt deeply, an empathic witch since birth. But Steve’s emotions seem to take extra energy away from you.

You can’t stand the silence anymore, reaching over to squeeze his arm in reassurance. You don’t flinch away from the zap this time and your hand settles softly on his bicep, never falling through him. Steve looks down, snapped back to attention as he feels warmth for the first time in what feels like an eternity.

He looks up at you, a tear escaping onto his cheek which you brush off with ease. Your breath hitches when a smile finally finds its way on his face.

You offer him one in return, nodding at his questioning look.

[sunnyie-eve]

64 | Birthday pt.2

Series: Unexpected

Paring: Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Daris being playful, Colby apologizes, Matt being in love, future talk

| MASTERLIST |

As soon as Dani walked out the front door she just kept walking till she found herself at a park and sat down on a bench. She was frustrated with how Matt was acting and what reasonable explanation would he have for acting like that.

"Mind if I sit here?" She hears Chris voice so she looks over at him.

"Take a seat. It's reserved for those who are annoyed with Matthew Sturniolo." She looks away so he takes a seat next to her.

"I don't understand him..." He sighs.

"Me neither."

"I hate that you actually did it anyways. You should have just left the room." He tells her.

"Well if he was testing us I did it to piss him off but obviously he wasn't since he didn't react badly." She explains then looks at him, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." He lets her know and they both look out at the packed park, "They're nice by the way." He speaks up after a moment of silence, "Now that I got a better look." He adds making her laugh.

"Thanks, Happy Birthday."

"Today will be the craziest birthday in history of birthdays for me." He adds, "I get traumatized, I get whiplash from a wild suggestion my brother says, and then get flashed by my best friend, who I used to have a thing for in the past."

"And that's why I didn't want to do that. It was a bad moment for us. It made us awkward for a while and I don't wanna go through that again."

"Don't worry, I don't have feelings for you anymore. So you aren't that special, sorry" He starts to joke around with her.

Dani can't help but laugh, "Wow, I was hoping you would suffer till death." She jokes with him.

"You want to suffer watching you and Matt together? You are heartless, Danielle." He playfully shoves her.

"I love you, you big idiot." She leans into his side.

"I love you too, you little nugget." He rests his head on top of hers, "When is a good time to go back so he knows how mad we are with him?"

"10 or 20 more minutes." They both laugh, "Hopefully, my birthday goes better." Dani sighs.

"It will, trust me. You have our parents on your side." Chris laughs, "Matt will be kissing your ass for the next few days." He makes her laugh.

"I need his reason to be amazing for how he's acting today. If it's not good..." She shakes her head.

"Wait, are you thinking about breaking up with him over this?" Chris asks him.

"No, no." She tells him, "I meant it more like it's gonna be hard to move past it. That would be a dumb reason to break up up, right?" She asks.

"You're basically asking me if I was you what would I do? Break up or forgive him and how long to be mad?" He says so Dani just stares at him, "I say be mad till he gives a good reason and apologizes. If not, make him work for it." He tells her, "What would it take for you to break up with him?"

Dani thinks, "Cheating is number one. Two, falling out of love with him. Three, makes me think about things a lot." She answers.

"This is the first time you've had to think, right?" He gives her a look.

"Yes, this is the first time so I don't see us breaking up over this." She laughs.

"I don't see you two ever breaking up. Plus you two are way too perfect and need this little bump." He tells her truthfully, "You two were way too sweet."

Dani laughs grabbing his face giving him kisses all over his face, "What would I do without you? I need my number one Datt fan and hater." She laughs.

"Damn right. Let's go." He jumps up putting his hand out to her.

When the two get back to the house Nick tells them that Matt hasn't left his room so Dani goes upstairs to go check on him. She walked in to see him laying on his bed staring at something in his hands. As she clears her throat, he sits up quickly.

"I'm so sorry. You and Chris were right that was way out of line for me to say. You might think my reasoning is stupid and it probably is as I thought about it after telling Nick. But first, I have to give you one of your birthday gifts so it makes more sense." He gets up walking over to her and holds out the box.

Dani looks at the box then takes it from him opening it to see a diamond ring that had two hearts intertwined, "It's beautiful."

"It's a promise ring." He tells her as she still looks at it in the box, "I want you to know I wanna take a step towards a deeper commitment. That I do want a future with you farther down the line and that I can see myself with you forever." He adds so she looks up at him, "I said to flash Chris since I know it's my fault you turned him down. If it wasn't for me, you would have had the same feeling for him. I took this opportunity away from him so not really thinking I thought to give him something from you."

Dani steps closer to him, "Honestly, you probably aren't wrong but I'm not going to imagine what my life would be like dating Chris because that's not real. And I get where you are coming from but the way you wanted to do something for him is so fucking stupid. I love you but you can be so dumb at times." She laughs at him, "You know, you could have brought up wanting to do something for Chris and we could've came up with something together."

"You're the smart one in our relationship for a reason."

"Chris and I are okay. We talked at the park. He said once he got a better look at my boobs they were pretty nice." Dani lets Matt know and he laughs.

"Happy and sorry for that. I need to explain it all to him too. I'm a terrible boyfriend and brother." Matt sits on his bed.

"Not terrible, just stupid." She sits next to him, "Now, why don't you redo this the right way." She gives him the ring back.

"Dani, I bought this Promise Ring because I want you to know I want to take a closer step towards a deeper commitment with you. I want you to know that I do want a future with you down the line. That I can see us getting married, having kids and growing old together." He takes the ring out of the box, "I love you and Happy Early Birthday." He put the ring on her finger.

"Much better and I love you too." She gives him a kiss, "Now, I'm gonna tell Chris to come see you so you can explain everything to him and apologize." Dani leaves the room.

After Matt fixes everything with Chris too, the three were completely back to normal and celebrated their birthdays with family. Out for dinner everyone chatted and Marylou noticed the ring and thought it was beautiful so Matt told her it was one of her birthday gifts.

"The woman said it's a Diamond Heart Promise Ring 1/6 ct two 10k White Gold." Matt tells him mother.

"Wait, how much did this cost?" Dani looks at him after hearing all that.

"Little over a thousand." He goes on eating.

"Excuse me!" Dani shouts as everyone else looks at him shocked, "Little over a thousand?" Dani repeats.

"Without all the taxes it was $999.99. The lady said it's perfect for that someone special." He tells her.

"Damn, that engagement and wedding ring is going to be so fucking expensive when it's time." Chris laughs eating his food.

"I can't believe you Matthew." Dani shakes her head at him.

"Get over it. It's already on your finger and I'm not taking it back." He tells her.

~

Dani's birthday was finally here and Marylou had Jim take Dani shopping while she and the boys plus Nate decorated for her surprise party. The first guests to arrive were her parents and older brother, that Marylou contacted, to surprise Dani. Sam and Colby were also invited and would be landing in a few minutes.

"Dani hates surprises but I'm sure she's going to love this one Marylou." Dani's mom tells her.

"I wanted to do something for her because she's like a daughter to me." Marylou tells her.

"I'm sure she sees you like a mom too."

"Oh she does. She's our parents' favorite child as well." Chris adds blowing up balloons as Sam and Colby finally show up, "Hey, we aren't fighting today so you two zip it." Chris adds looking at Colby and Matt.

"Fighting?" Mrs. Brock looks over.

"Colby hates Dani and Matt together." Nick passes by so Colby rolls his eyes.

"Why?"

"Mom, we're all good now." Colby tells her.

"Still haven't apologized to us...to Dani." Matt adds starting it.

"Matthew, stop it." Marylou looks at him so he drops it.

"Whatever is going on between you three... will be ignored during her birthday. We are not pulling another unhappy birthday afternoon like a few days ago." Justin speaks up now, "Got it? No little pokes at each other." He looks at the two, "I want her to have a good birthday. She's like a little sister to me."

"Well, she is our little sister." Colby motions between him and his brother.

"And yet she's happier with my brothers." Matt motions at his three.

"ENOUGH!" Both mothers shout.

When Jim and Dani were pulling up, everyone got into place to surprise her when they walked in the door. Dani was taken back by the surprise of everyone there," HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" They all shout.

"How?" She looks around at them all.

"I wanted everyone here." Marylou goes to give her the first hug.

"Thank you, Mama Lou." Dani hugs her then makes her way around hugging everyone else, "Thank all of you." She smiles but can see Matt and Colby glance at each other. Please no fighting.

The beginning of the party was very calm with chitchat and everyone gave Dani her presents. Of course the rest of Matt's gifts were also expensive but nothing was more than the ring. Nick got her makeup, new camera equipment, and clothes. Chris got her new shoes, vinyl recorders of her favorite artist, and a charm bracelet of a few of her favorite things. It had Spider-man, Monsters Inc door, Hellfire Club Dice, and Beauty and the Beast Enchanted Rose.

"Really tried to out do me with all her favorite charms." Matt jokes with Chris.

"No one is out doing a promise ring that was like a thousand dollars." Chris gives him a look.

"A promise ring?" Colby tilts his head, "$1000?"

"Yeah, it was meant to be a gift for today but Matt gave it to me on their birthday." Dani looks at her ring, "I love it and the meaning Matt gave it." Dani smiles.

"What's the meaning?" Her mom smiles.

Matt and Dani look at each other, "I wanted Dani to know I want a deeper commitment with her. That I have no intentions of stop loving her. That I want us to go as far as we can together." Matt says keeping his eyes on Dani while she keeps her eyes on him, "That includes marriage, kids, getting old together if so." He adds letting everyone know.

Just seeing the look in Dani's her eyes while Matt talked about their relationship makes Colby realize how much of an asshole he's been with them. She really did love him and he really loved her too. He made he happy and now Colby actually could see it pushing away being an over protective brother.

"I'm sorry." Colby stands up making everyone shift their attention to him, "Dani, Matt... I'm sorry for how I've been since finding out about you two and before when your two were friends and friends. I was a terrible brother to you Dani, and a friend to you Matt. Sitting here I can finally see it."

Dani gets another big smile getting up wrapping her arms around him giving him a tight hug, "That's all I've wanted to hear for you."

"About time by the way." Chris speaks up, "It's been hell." He adds.

"Exactly how bad was it?" Mr. Brock asks.

"Oh you know, that her dating Matt was more important than her almost dying from her allergic reaction." Chris was the one to answer for them.

"Colby!" Their parents look at him.

"Well, I just apologized now!" He yells making Dani laugh.

"Whatever, I'm ready for cake guys." Chris whines so Dani tells everyone let's get it over with.

Dani sits at the table in front of her cake while everyone sings Happy Birthday before she blows out her candles. She didn't have anything to wish for since everything was already how she wanted it.

Everyone gives her hugs but both side with the parents aww when her and Matt share a kiss. "We see it all the time now. It's nothing sweet." Chris rolls his eyes holding his plate ready for the cake to be cut.

"Love you too, Chris." Dani kisses his cheek then Nick's too, "And you too Nick. I'm happy to have you both in my life and still let me live with you three."

"We don't have a choice anymore since you're Matt's girlfriend." Chris kisses the side of her head, "But I love being a chaotic duo."

"I never want you to leave. I love that my best friend is happy with my brother, who she makes happy." Nick kissed the side of her head too.