#maybe i shouldn’t be surprised it’s just. fucking baffling how passionate they were about it. god

[lesbianpegbar]

kinda crazy that right as the us military talk on here blew up my friends brought it up and told me it was unfair of me to generalize and say that all soldiers and veterans are bad and that there’s so much tragedy to veterans. i could tell they were just getting pissed at me for pushing back like bro idk how to tell you i don’t care how bad their life is or how much propaganda was pumped into their brain you’re literally maintaining the us empire and killing black and brown people i don’t think this is “just the government.” fuck off with the sympathy for colonizers

[bellesque]

can I request a Loki/reader fan fic where Loki and the reader are dating but their sex has been pretty vanilla because he is worried about hurting or scaring her with his darker dominant side and his strength but one day he discovers she is actually into that and he indulges her wishes please? happy birthday and thank you for this!

Kneel (Loki x Reader)

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Summary:

Loki’s a little banged up from battle, you’ve got some very specific (read: dirty) thoughts, and you find that’s all it takes for the God of Mischief to indulge in a few of your fantasies.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings/Tags: Smut (duh), Rough Sex, Wall Sex, Cum Play, Overstimulation, Blow Jobs, Slight Dom/sub Dynamics

A/N: My birthday was on the 12th okay YES I KNOW THIS IS SO LATE but I hope you guys enjoy the first of the three fic requests! Loki kind of just took it his own direction, I’m not sure what happened—anyway, if you guys want a part two to this just let me know hihi okay enjoy!

Tag List: @shiningloki @imnotrevealingmyname @wolfsmom1 @hanyasnape @lukeyirwy @toozmanykids (Tag List is currently open! If you’d like to be a part of it, let me know!)

YOU SHOULDN’T BE lying on your cozy spring mattress, with Loki’s arm sprawled across your waist, entirely comfortable, sated from sex, and yet somehow wide awake.

You should be asleep. As knocked out, if not more, as Loki is right now. His breath comes in even pants behind you, a telling sign of the quality of his current rest. While you’re relaxed and your mind is absolutely prepared for bed, you can’t seem to fall into a state of drowsiness.

There are a few late night musings that currently keep you from it. Mostly about, well, sex.

Not that you’re complaining. Loki’s fantastic in bed. He’s gentle, he’s passionate, he’s nurturing and careful… maybe to a fault.

Again. Not that you’re complaining.

It’s just when you date someone like Loki, a literal god, you expect a little more… spice. A little less nice.

But why the restraint? It baffles you. You can tell he’s holding himself back. When you think Loki’s about to slam into you, bruise your hips with the harsh grip of his fingers, he rocks into you with long, slow strokes, kissing your neck and murmuring how amazing you are.

Again. You’re not complaining.

But you wouldn’t be opposed to a little more… bite. As much as you love his romantic lovemaking, you essentially, well—you want to get fucked.

And you’ve tried to make it happen. On multiple occasions. You wrestled him onto his back once, topping him right in the middle of sex. You were expecting him to put you back in your place, even at least instruct you from his position underneath you, but Loki only let you ride him, unbothered in the least.

Okay, maybe you weren’t clear. Maybe he just thought you wanted to try a new position. Fair, fine—it was only the first attempt, you told yourself.

The second time around, you thought you were a bit clearer with your intentions. You got on all fours, wiggling your ass at him as you arched your back and whispered in a sultry tone, “Come get it, mischief.”

Except he rubbed a palm over your ass once and flipped you right over.

It’s not that you’re undesirable. You know Loki loves you with his whole heart. Your gut tells you that there’s more to the rejection to your advancements than he lets on.

Do you come on too strong?

No, you’re sure you don’t. You got the tiniest taste of the forbidden fruit once and just from that, you just know the desire is somewhere inside him, buried deep.

Oh, that moment. That singular, unrestrained moment gives you shudders until now.

You clenched around his cock particularly hard, and Loki rutted into you with a sharp snap of his hips, burying himself deeper, his teeth biting at your earlobe.

You let out a surprised gasp of pleasure… and that was it.

So what do you have to do to get that moment again, repeated into hours and hours of mindblowing, rough sex?

-- 

(As it turns out, nothing.)

You drape Loki’s arm over your shoulders, doing your best not to buckle under the weight of him. He’s so fucking heavy, and he knows that—instead of putting his weight onto you, he pulls you closer towards him like some kind of reverse crutch. You huff in frustration. “Lean on me.”

“Which would leave us one too many injured. No, thank you.”

You pull on his singed sleeve. “Lean.”

“Can you handle it?” Loki manages to sound amused despite the current grimace on his face.

A flare of annoyance rises in you together with a fleeting thrill. “I-I can handle it,” you say, neck heating up at the double meaning.

He probably doesn’t think much of it. But you—it’s been eating at your subconscious for a consistent few nights now. Especially when you’ve watched him train every day, those lean muscles rippling and covered in a light sheen of sweat, in preparation for today’s battle.

One which you know he lost.

You and Loki are quiet when you enter the Tower in the dead of night. The weight of defeat hangs heavy in the air, and Loki’s stiff and distracted when you enter the elevator and punch in the button to your designated floor. Carefully you maneuver around him, making sure not to brush against any of his bruises and scrapes, and tilt his chin so you can see him in the elevator light.

Loki gazes at you affectionately, some of his previous frustrations now disappearing from the creases in his face. “You’re awfully concerned, little one. Have you forgotten Asgardians heal faster than mortals?”

“Just let me look at you.”

“You’ve looked at me before.”

“I don’t need your smartass mouth right now.” You brush your thumb against the corner of his mouth, noticing a cut running along his top lip. You soften. “What happened?”

Loki exhales, his expression hardening when he turns away. Your hand falls from his face and the elevator dings. Wordlessly you support him as you walk to your room, keeping in step with him and making sure his limp isn’t too bad.

But hell. He’s heavy.

Once you make it inside, you don’t press further—instead you clean his wounds, help him bathe, and make sure he eats and drinks despite his insistent “I’m fine.” You wear him down. It’s part of your charm. It’s what you do best.

Loki holds you after that. Says nothing about the battle of today’s mission, or his scars; he tucks your head under his chin and rubs your back while you listen to the steady beat of his heart until it lulls you into sleep.

 --

“Do you want to see?”

The deep rumble of Loki’s voice makes you stir. You open your eyes, groggy, and peer up at him. From the looks of it, he’s been awake for a while, staring contemplatively at the ceiling.

“What?” you say, a beat late. You admire his face, no matter how stoic he seems right now.

He looks at you. His face has mostly healed, the cut on his lip now a light scar. “What happened.”

You perk up immediately. “Only if you want to. I mean, you can trust me.”

Loki nods, bringing your foreheads together. Instantly you’re a spectator in the middle of battle. The stench of blood and sweat are pungent in the air, the clatter and clang of weapons mixed with battle cries roaring in your ears. There, a few feet away from you, is Loki.

Pride and attraction weave together and swell inside you as you watch Loki in his element. Graceful. Cunning. Strong. Powerful. You’ve seen him fight, but… but not like this.

His opponent moves to punch him—but Loki catches his fist easily. He anticipates it. Doesn’t even flinch. His heels don’t dig into the dirt like his opponent’s do. The scepter in his other hand pulses blue and he kicks it off the ground, using the momentum to swing it into the man’s face.

“Yield,” he growls, shoving the scepter’s blade against the man’s crumpled form.

Ah, fuck—the way you mishear it and think he says kneel doesn’t exactly help your tendency to gravitate towards dirty thoughts. Your pussy clenches as an image of Loki snarling that single word to you flashes in your mind. You see yourself submitting pretty easily, sinking down onto your knees, eyes trained on his Loki’s pleasured face, and—

The room comes back into focus as you’re whipped back to reality. Loki’s staring at you with wide, curious eyes. Near disbelief, pulled with slight awe.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

His beautiful green eyes darken, a smirk stretching across his lips. Butterflies erupt in your stomach and your heart slams against your ribcage as Loki slowly rolls on top of you, pinning you beneath him.

“I saw… while our minds were connected…” He laughs in a short, breathy kind of way, head falling on your shoulder and nipping at your collarbone. A sharp spike of arousal courses within you. “Oh, sweet, is that what you want? For me to ask you to…” He brings his mouth against your ear, dropping his voice to a seductive purr. “Kneel?”

A shudder slides down your spine.

“Or perhaps”—he trails the tip of his tongue around the helix of your ear—“a command.” Loki bites down on your earlobe, quick and sharp and hard, and heat pools like molten lava in your center. “Kneel.”

Your head is spinning. How is it that you’re so turned on already?

Loki shoves a hand between your legs and you whimper. His fingers hook at your damp underwear, pulling it to the side and trailing a finger along your seam.

“Look at how excited you are,” he breathes. “Already so wet, my love?”

You release a shaky exhale. “Loki…”

He pushes himself off you, but not before he whispers, “Turn around and take your clothes off,” in a rough voice.

Your throat feels like it’s dry and watering at the same time, anticipation rushing into you like a waterfall. You flip over, kneeling on the bed—you hope to be kneeling in front of him soon—and shuck off your pajamas.

Once you’re naked, you’re about to ask Loki what to do next—but without warning, he pushes you down, and you fall forward with a faint squeak as he straddles you from behind. You feel his strong, bare chest heaving against your back, his hard length throbbing between your butt cheeks.

Oh, he’s heavy—in more sinful ways than one.

“You’re going to kneel for me later, little one,” he says, his breath warm against your nape. He positions your arms overhead, your fingertips grazing the headboard. He runs his palms along the outside of your body, until his hands close around your hips.

And then he yanks your bodies up, your hips rolling backwards into the air while your torso remains flattened on the mattress. Loki pushes a knee between your legs and nudges them apart, and you suck in a breath you didn’t know was knocked out of you. He rubs his large palms against the side of your ass cheek.

“Will you follow when I instruct you, pet?” He slaps your ass, hard, the meat of it jiggling even after his palm connects to you.

You bite down on your lip. “Yes.”

“Good.” He smacks your ass again, that same intensity as earlier, and you whimper from the pleasurable sting.

“Do you like that, pet?” He rubs circles over your ass.

“Yes—”

He deals another blow, and you arch your back further. “Yes, what?”

“Yes, Loki, yes!”

A satisfied growl emerges from the back of his throat, and hooking his forearm over your torso he brings your back against him. His hand finds its way onto your breast, which he kneads and squeezes, rolling your nipple between his fingers.

He bites down on your neck when your head falls back against him, sucking on your sensitive spot and drawing moan after moan from you. Your body is extremely warm now, the need to be stuffed with his cock growing, but at the same time, you want to savor this moment. You don’t know how long Loki’s going to play this game with you.

He releases the skin of your neck with a quiet pop. “Get on the floor, sweet,” he rasps, “kneel for me.”

With your thighs trembling, you crawl to the floor, obediently awaiting him with your chest heaving. Loki slides off the bed, standing in front of you, his cock at your eye level. He’s so hard, veins traversing over his thick shaft that throbs ever so slightly.

You want it in your mouth.

Loki rakes his fingers through your hair and guides your head onto his cock. Your lips slide over him slowly, taking in his length until the head hits the back of your throat.

You hollow your lips and suck once, and Loki hisses.

His grip on your hair tightens considerably, trying to get you to swallow him deeper, and you do until you gag a little. Loki stiffens, and you place your hands on his hips and brush his sides slowly, trying to convey that you’re okay.

And then he’s actively guiding you by the hair, cock sinking into your mouth in a steady tempo while he alternates between stroking your hair and neck.

“That’s it. Good girl. Deeper, love,” he husks, hips moving gently in time with you. He looks down at you with desire written all over his face. “Suck my cock. You’re doing so well. Faster. Ah—your mouth is exquisite, pet, come now… milk my cock, make me cum…”

You hum against him, your tongue fluttering against his frenulum, and Loki curses, hips moving faster while you bob on his length. Your tongue swirls around the head when you pull back and you suction your lips at the base of his cock, and soon Loki’s holding your head in place, your jaw going slack as he jerks into your wanting mouth.

You can tell he’s close, and your wetness intensifies when you visualize his cum sliding down your throat.

But then… then he’s pulling out of your mouth and pushing your head back when he pulses with the telltale sign of release. Instead of cumming in your mouth, his seed shoots out in thick ropes over your chin and chest as he groans out his orgasm.

You scramble forward after admiring the spurt of his cum from so close, and you wrap your lips around his cock before he can finish cumming, sucking on him with newfound vigor. He groans again, fisting your hair even tighter, keeping you in place while you flutter your tongue against the ridges of his cock head. You swallow his load, and some if it dribbles down your chin and onto your breasts.

You know he’s watching you, and in the spirit of being bold while you have this chance, you do something bold. You look up at him through lidded eyes, and using your fingers to scoop up some of the cum on your chest, you bring it to your face. You pop off him and slide your cum-covered fingersinto your mouth sensually. You suck and lick your digits, keeping innocent eye contact, and watch his eyes darken.

“You’re a cum thirsty little slut, aren’t you?” he growls, collecting his cum on his fingers and shoving them into your mouth. “Suck. That’s it, like it’s my cock.”

Your pussy is aching for attention now, your body taut with arousal, and you suck on his fingers like your life depends on it. “You taste so good, Loki,” you whisper. “I just want to be filled by your cock. Your cum. Loki, please, give it to me…”

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and hoists you up by the nape of your neck like it’s easy. Oh fuck, his intensity and his strength are dizzying. He throws you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing and he smacks your ass.

From this position, you have a clear view of his glutes. And his muscled back. You reach down and just give a tiny squeeze—

He slaps your ass again as he walks you two to the side of the room. “You think you can speak out of turn, little one? Touch my body without my express permission?” He sets you down on your feet with surprising, firm gentleness, and pins you against the wall by the window. “You’re lucky I want to be inside your pussy right now,” he mutters before sealing his lips over yours in a blistering kiss, tongues battling as his hands grope and squeeze at every part of your body. After he sucks on your tongue and leaves you panting and lightheaded, he distances from you to spin you around so your front is to the wall.

He bites down on your shoulder as his cock slips into you and you cry out in pleasure.

“Hands up,” he orders, and you brace your arms against the wall as he pounds into you from behind with unrelenting speed.

You moan, fingers clawing at the wall, trying to find something to ground yourself to. “Loki, your cock, it’s perfect—fuck, Loki, cum inside me, once, twice, fill my fucking cunt—”

He pushes your feet farther apart and lifts you up slightly, the angle causing stars to explode behind your eyes. “Fuck!”

His own hand comes up to brace against the wall beside yours, and he drives deeper into you still. Somehow. “You want my cum, pet? You want to be filled so much that my cum drips out of this delicious cunt for hours?”

Your pussy clenches around him as your orgasm begins to build with a ferocious intensity. Your closed eyes snap open when there’s a noticeable cracking sound by your head.

Cracks spider out on the wall from where his fist is. And that… that single revelation, evidence of his strength, is enough to topple you over and into orgasm.

“Touch yourself,” Loki grunts suddenly, his hands clasping around your wrist and shoving it between your legs.

“I—” you gasp, a shudder wracking your body as your orgasm pulses, “I’m still—”

“Do it.”

You swallow, shaking fingers finding your clit and you rub yourself in rapid circles; Loki hasn’t slowed his pace one bit, and from the overstimulation it doesn’t take long until you’re cumming again.

“That’s it,” Loki coaxes, your toes rising off the floor with every strong, unyielding thrust, “cum all over my cock. Good girl.”

With his cock still inside you, he brings you towards the bed, feet off the floor. He maneuvers you so you twist on his cock and your chests are pressed together. Your back meets the soft mattress and you look up at Loki hovering above you. One of Loki’s hands is braced on the headboard; the other circles your clit lazily. Your mouth stays parted as you stare up at him with glassy, sex-sated eyes.

“Loki…” you say, weak. You feel like jelly, but you aren’t exactly ready to give up the euphoric state of bliss you’re in. “You… you can go even harder—if, if you want to.”

His movements slow to a stop and his eyes fill with quiet adoration. “Are you sure that’s what you want, sweet? I never want to hurt you, or scare you, with my strength.” He manages a small though equally sexy smirk. “And I am a very strong Asgardian as it is.”

You clench, bringing Loki deeper inside you, and he groans. “As hard as you want,” you affirm.

Loki’s eyes widen imperceptibly and his pupils dilate in the same millisecond. And then he’s kissing you fiercely, shoving your knees up over his shoulders and he bottoms out, both of you moaning at the sensation.

“I love you,” he whispers, and you almost can’t hear it. His hips are then slamming into you at breakneck speed. He pins your arms above your head, sucking another bruise into your neck at the same time. The sounds of your sex obscenely fill the room, your already swollen, overstimulated clit stimulated even further with every stroke, and soon you’re screaming hoarsely that you’re about to cum.

Your third—fourth, fifth?—orgasm unravels when you start gyrating as he thrusts into you, your body convulsing with the pleasure that shoots through you. Loki cums seconds later with a shout, burying himself to the hilt as his cock pulses inside you. He murmurs dirty nothings against your skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses in between.

He pulls out of you, nuzzling your neck, and his hand travels down towards your spent cunt. He spreads your juices across your swollen lips. “How are you, dove?”

“Never been better,” you slur, letting out a relaxed sigh. It’s true. It’s like a nagging itch has finally been scratched.

“Are you sure about that?”

Your eyebrows pull together. “What do you mean?”

Loki grins, dark mischief and desire clouding his eyes. “Quite bold of you, pet, to assume we’re finished.”

He flips you onto your stomach again, his cock hardening behind you as he pulls your arms toward the headboard. There’s a click and the gleam of a metal chain shines in the morning sun.

Loki presses a kiss to your neck, nibbling at the spot behind your ear and whispers something that makes your skin tingle with fresh arousal.

“I’m far from finished with you, pet. Now. On your knees.”

[lilacpotter]

“Even! For god’s sake, I don’t need them!”

“But you’ll go hungry, Mik!”

“I just ate in the morning.” Mikael pouted, crossing his arms like a child.

“Which was almost four hours ago.” Even sighed, exhausted.

“I swear to god if you both don’t shut up now I’m reporting you to the guards!”

Even shut his mouth up almost immediately, but Mikael was scowling at the guy as if he was going to report him to the guards. They were at the tiny stadium, gathered around to watch a random football match. It wasn’t a really important one, so there weren’t many people, and even those who were there, didn’t look like they were going to take it seriously, well, everyone except this big guy behind them.

“What’s his problem?” Mikael leaned in to whisper.

Mikael, for some reason, did not bring any money and was now watching everyone buy snacks and popcorn and drinks. But Even couldn’t let any of his friends go hungry so he was desperately trying to share his stuff with him, but Mikael kept refusing. Which was odd because he usually stole food from everyone.

“He hates us.”

“Well, obviously, but what is his problem?”

“I don’t know, Mik. Now, if you don’t eat the food I’m gonna have to drag you back home.” Even warned him seriously.

“Even, come on.” Mikael groaned. “You’ll need them.”

Even was confused. “For what?”

“For ‘sharing’.”

“Huh?”

“You’ll see.”

“Sometimes you baffle me, Mik.” Even shook his head.

“Only sometimes?” He winked, before hurriedly saying. “Okay, but look, I’m gonna have Adam’s snacks now so stop worrying and stay chill.”

“What are you talki-”

“Halla,”

Even’s heart started beating faster. He knew that voice. He could recognise that voice anywhere. It was the same voice that had lived in his mind rent-free for all these months. And when he turned around, he saw the very same face that haunted his dreams at night.

Isak Valtersen stood beside him, looking gorgeous and so lovely and as if he had appeared straight out of Even’s wet dreams. Am I dreaming?

“Uh...halla.” Even looked to Mikael, silently asking him what Isak was doing here. Isak fucking Valtersen.

But his friend only looked back at him smugly before reaching around and holding his hand out for Isak to shake.

“Hey, Isak. Glad you joined us, man.” He grinned all too knowingly. “Take a seat.”

“Thank you.”

Isak glanced at Even shyly before sitting down beside Even. His shoulders and the complete left side of his body was touching Even’s, and Even was too gone to move away.

This boy will be the end of him.

Even knew that Mikael had something in his mind when he forced Even to sit at one end, but he never expected Mikael had invited Isak over to join them.

Isak was….Even’s professor’s son. And although he respected prof. Marianne- way more than any other teacher -he couldn’t help but be enamoured by Isak. Isak was two years younger than him, and sometimes used to come over following his mother while carrying stuff for her to the classes. That’s how Even had found the boy.

When he met Even’s gaze from across the room for the first time-- him standing beside his mother while Even was with the boys who were too busy laughing boisterously -- Isak looked away shyly, blushing and licking his lips. Even had found it so sweet, and since then he couldn’t take his eyes off him.

It continued, and soon Isak got a little more bold with his looks, but...it just remained that. Even never dared to ask Isak out, the painful reminder that he was his professor’s son and so, he wasn’t yet sure if he was allowed to date him. Meanwhile, Isak never made any move, always watched him from afar instead.

Even shook those thoughts away and looked at him.

Today, he had worn a cap, a faded white t-shirt and dark jeans. He looked perfect. And so lovely. Even wanted to chuck the cap off and comb his fingers through those soft-looking curls.

Isak looked up at him again, as if he had read Even’s thoughts, before he averted his gaze down, with a blush resting high up on his cheeks. So sweet. He was so sweet. Even wished he could hold his hand and tell him he wouldn’t mind it if Isak were to shift any closer to him. Hell, he could crush him down and he would thank Isak for it.

I’m so gone for him.

The match started, and then followed the cheers and the whistles. There were just a few hundred or so spectators, but it was still noisy. Mikael and Adam were busy whispering to each other, leaving Even with Isak. But he was too nervous to start a conversation with him, like always. What if he snapped at me for interrupting him watching the game? Isak did look like he was the type of guy who enjoyed matches way too much, especially when it was a football match. What if he doesn’t actually like me that way? What if I’ve been reading everything wrong? What if I’m just overreacting right now and should chill down?

It was a while later, when, as if to answer all his nervousness, the kiss cam that everyone so loved, that Even so loved-- because he went all sappy at all the couples kissing --seemed to have decided to target Isak and Even, because right now it was gliding towards them, zooming in on their area, their row, and finally pausing at Isak and Even.

Kill me now.

Everyone around them burst out cheering and whistling, Mikael was yelling excitedly. The rest of the audience were urging them to go on, to fucking kiss already.

Even’s face turned white. He turned around to find Isak with his mouth dropped open, a similar look of surprise and shock on his face, but his face flaming red right now.

God.

What do I do?

The kiss cam was still pointing at them, and the crowd was still whistling, and Isak still looked shocked, lovely pink on his cheeks.

Maybe…

Maybe this is my chance.

It probably wouldn’t mean anything anyway. Right? It was just some kiss cam. He didn’t need to think so seriously about it.

Even took a deep breath in, before leaning in slightly, ever so slightly. His heart was pounding in his chest. Thud. Thud. Thud.

He was so close to Isak, just about to touch his cheek-- holy fuck it’s happening --to let him know he was going to kiss him, when the younger boy turned suddenly, eyes wide like a deer and pushed Even away.

Even fell back, too shocked for a second, and when he opened his eyes, Isak looked like he realised a moment too late what he’d done. What has he done?

The crowd was still howling, and Isak was about to say something, an apologetic look on his face, but Even waved him off, strangely feeling hollow. It was fine. He wasn’t going to make Isak feel uncomfortable. He looked straight into the camera and gestured a big ‘NO’ with his fingers. The crowd booed at that, but a few moments later the kiss cam went away, leaving them alone.

Beside him, Isak’s shoulders relaxed a tiny bit, and Even cursed the gods. What was I even thinking?

Of course he doesn’t want me.

He couldn’t avoid feeling frustrated with himself. Why do I always hope too much? He should’ve realised that by now.

Of course no one wanted him.

The match continued after that, and Even felt strangely empty.

On his other side, Mikael reached a hand out and rubbed his back, but he didn’t look sympathetic at all. He was still smiling slightly. This fucker. Even wanted to ask him what he was thinking. Maybe share with me and make me forget my misery?

But then, the kiss cam zoomed on them again in the next round and Even groaned quietly.

Jesus fucking christ.

What was up with the cameraman today?

Even shook his head this time, refusing to kiss. It was easier to do now that Isak had already shown him how he actually felt about him….which was nothing. The kiss cam went away eventually. To his right, Isak bit his bottom lip as he glanced up at Even.

Those damn eyes.

It was unfair how infuriatingly beautiful he looked, and it actually hurt that Even could never claim him as his’. I shouldn’t have let my hopes up.

It happened like this for another five or so times, the kiss cam kept zooming back on them for some reason, zooming onto their flushed faces, mere inches apart, and the crowd eventually stopped booing, probably realising that they weren’t going to kiss no matter what.

On the seventh kiss cam or so, Even sighed dejectedly and looked down instead, picking a random thread off his sleeve. He felt more awful than usual. Today seemed unnecessarily longer.

He just wanted to go home, hide his face in a pillow, and wallow in misery. He mentally flipped his fate out and continued sulking.

It was a few seconds later, the kiss cam still hadn’t budged, he didn’t notice the little gasps in the crowd, or how Mikael stiffened beside him, or most importantly, how he could feel Isak’s breath on his neck.

A warm hand slid around his waist, and Even glanced up, eyes wide, to find Isak already staring at him, a nervous smile on his precious face. Oh my god. Isak licked his lips, his eyes were unnaturally dark, and then, a second later, Even felt a hot pair of soft lips against his’.

Holy fuck.

Isak moved his lips, kissing Even, like, literally kissing him! It took some time for Even to recover from the shock, but he kissed back a moment later, and all the clapping and cheering of the crowd drowned away. Mikael’s yells faded into silence, and all Even could hear and taste was Isak, Isak, Isak.

It was happening. It was really happening.

Isak kissed him back passionately, and Even was so gone for this boy. His hand still rested on Even’s waist as they broke apart eventually. Isak broke into a shy smile, his pink lips glistening now.

Even was a bit too dazed to notice the crowd basically going crazy. The kiss cam eventually went away, and Mikael was slapping his back while shouting into his ear.

“Was it okay?” Isak asked, a while later, when the excitement died down and the match continued.

His hand had slid down Even’s back and was now lightly perching on Even’s thigh. Even dared to place his own hand on top of his.

He looked up at Isak’s face. “It was more than okay.”

The younger boy smiled, looking pleased. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

And what?

“Really?”

Isak nodded. “Um.. I’m sorry for earlier, you know. I just- panicked.” He grimaced.

Oh.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I- I’ve always wanted to ask you out. But, I guess I never found the courage.” Isak said, suddenly embarrassed.

Even was too surprised to respond properly. “You’re adorable, you know that?” he blurted out.

Isak gaped at him. “Fuck off. I’m not adorable. I’m hot, and you know that.”

Even snorted before trying to cover it up with a series of coughs. “You are, you are.”

“Excuse me!?”

“What? I’m just saying, I agree that you’re hot.”

Isak was blushing furiously.

“But you are cute too. A person can be both cute and hot, you know?” Even smiled.

“Yeah, whatever,” Isak rolled his eyes.

“What about me?”

“Huh?”

“Do you think I’m hot?”

“What kind of conversation is this? I just basically told you that I’m interested in you, Even!” Isak exaggerated, and Even couldn’t help but laugh. He melted at hearing his own name from Isak’s lips. It sounded too good.

Oh my god.

“Now you’re laughing.” Isak complained, crossing his arms. “Great, it’s funny.”

Even calmed down before he smiled at Isak. “No, not at all. I- I like you too.” I fucking love you.

Isak’s eyes widened ever so slightly and he licked his lips. “Yeah?”

Even nodded. “Yeah. Will you go out with me?”

Isak broke into a smile. “After this match?”

“After this match.”

“Okay.” Isak said without any hesitation.

All the questions about will your mother be okay with this? Are you sure about this? All of them faded away.

Even simply enjoyed watching Isak. They could talk about it all later.

He offered up his snacks a moment later. “Want this?”

Turned out, Isak wasn’t any less of a food lover than Mikael, because somehow, a while later, the popcorn tub ended up in his lap. And Even was too enamoured by it.

They left the stadium together, hand in hand, while sharing soft little smiles.

.

Meanwhile, after the two boys left, identical sappy looks on his face, Mikael dragged Adam to the cameraman, smugly smirking to himself. He took a bunch of cash and gave it to the guy, who saluted him.

“What the fuck? Why did you give him money?” Adam gaped.

“Dude, did you think the kiss cam was just simply programmed to keep zooming back on Isak and Even, or what?”

It took a moment for Adam to realise. “Holy fuck. You asked the cameraman to do it?”

“I paid him. My pocket is empty right now, but hey, it worked though!” Mikael shot a fist into the air. It was about time they got their shit together.

Adam shook his head, laughing. “You’re a madman.”

“I’m a good friend.” Mikael scoffed.

He was tired of watching Even’s lovesick face every time Isak appeared. He needed to do something, okay? And luckily, this was one of the many attempts that actually worked.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Summer flings

Summary: Grayson's desire to keep his enemies to lovers relationship secret only stirs up trouble.

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, ANGST

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She remembers the first time he told her he loves her perfectly and while it may be unconventional for a guy to blurt it out while he's balls deep inside, cockwarming after unexpectedly having sex, she believed him.

The unexpected part was mostly because she didn't even realize he liked her let alone loved her. If anything, they were considered enemies turned friends after Ethan started to spend more time with his girlfriend, and all her friends found summer flings.

She used to think he's the cockiest asshole with a huge ego, but that day she saw him in a different light. For the first time ever, he felt like the sunshine she craved in her life.

It started out like any other day, the two of them meeting up on the beach to try and surf; try being the key word. His hands distracted her, his touch stole her breath away and it took her a while to notice it's distracting him too.

Their eyes met and their smiles died and in that moment neither of them could deny the frantic heartbeats nor their desire.

That was the day their friendship ended, between the wrinkled sheets and passionate moans, her nails digging into his shoulders and his lips kissing every inch of her skin.

"I love you", passed his lips so naturally as if he had always felt that way and his soul was freed by the confession.

Little did Y/N know she shouldn't have believed his deceitful words.

They agreed on keeping it a secret, but he was the one to ask. She didn't think much about it, assuming he needed to uphold his image in public and that he was actually protecting her from the public eye and it only made her love him more.

That was a mistake.

"Why can't I go with you?" Y/N was tired of being treated like a dirty little secret, hoping to officially hold his hand in public and have his arm around her when they walk together.

That day seemed perfect to make their relationship known as the twins were going to an influencer gathering and Ethan wasn't shy about the girl on his arm at all. In fact, all their friends had their significant other by their side and no matter how hard she tried to understand, Y/N was baffled by Grayson's refusal to have her with him.

Was he ashamed? Was she not enough?

"Because we agreed it would be best this way! Babe, don't be mad. This is a dumb event and I'll be back here by midnight. " Wiggling his eyebrows, Grayson tried to make he smile as it would usually work when she gets pouty or frustrated with him, but it didn't. Not this time.

Reaching for her, Grayson was surprised when she slapped his hand away. "NO. You agreed and I went along with it because I thought it was something about your career but it's not or Ethan wouldn't be honest about his relationship. Just admit it!"

It's unlike her to raise her voice, even more so to do that with Grayson but she couldn't help but wonder if this was his way of keeping his options open.

Did he go to these events alone, hide her and lie about being single just so he could fuck around behind her back?

She signed a non disclosure agreement, she didn't indulge in PDA in public nor did she let her gaze linger on him too long either. She didn't make a fuss about him not following her on any form of social media nor did she insist on spending every minute together. But enough is enough and she reached her limit.

"Whatever." Grayson roll his eyes, turning his back to walk out and leave her with her own thoughts and for once in her life, she didn't take it quietly.

"You can't just walk away whenever the conversation doesn't go your way! That's not how relationships work!" Gasping when he turns suddenly, his face darker, hardened, Y/N presses her lips together in anticipation of whatever hurt he's about to throw her way.

"Maybe I don't want it to work." He pauses, pointing his finger at her before pointing at himself. "Maybe I just don't want this." Clicking his tongue, he digs his hands into his pockets.

"You mean me?" She croaks, unable to stop the tears that prick at her eyes and she hates it, absolutely abhors showing weakness at a time when the person she loves is drawing knives but she can't help it - her heart was never stone, always tender. "You mean you don't want me?" She repeats, her bottom lip quivering.

"I...I don't know. I don't know anymore. What I do know is that I'm going." Turning his back on her again was unsuccessful once more as she felt herself break. It was so in character for him that it didn't even surprise her. He always ran when the conversation got tough, especially when it didn't go his way.

It wasn't the first time they ended their relationship but it would always result in them making up and it was never quite this messy. It had never went as deep, as intimate as this argument and she knew if he does leave she'd be unable to forgive him like she usually does.

"Can you just stop? Stop being the asshole I first met and start being the man I fell for! Please!" It was the first time she implied she loves him too, unable to say it back then for she thought it was just sexual tension that resulted in a crush but she did...she did fall for him in time and she was comfortable with him, safe like never before and to see him revert to the same asshole she once avoided was eye opening.

She felt like a trinket, something he'd wear from time to time but would never commit to. She felt used and the worst part? He didn't care about the way he hurts her, she realized that now.

"Can you stop being the clingy fling for once too?!" Screaming at her was never his plan, she could tell, but the words? Those words cut through the last of her defenses and she wasn't the strong independent woman she presented herself as, she was just a woman in love - one brave enough...naive enough to set aside her pride and ask the boy she loves to love her back.

And it's a bitter pill to swallow, the pain inside her chest and the pressure in her head is draining the last bit of strength she has not to crumble.

"If you walk out that door, don't bother coming back. Do you understand?! No more apologies, no more making up, we are done!" Wiping her tears furiously, Y/N stared at him as he stopped at the doorstep, as if he's pondering the truth behind her threat.

He paused - one second, five seconds, ten, twenty seconds as he listened to her stifled sobs, tensing up before walking out, taking the final step in breaking her.

PART 2

[some-dr-writings]

Fuyuhiko tries to comfort a depressed reader

·       Even as your alarm blared right in your ear, you found it difficult to move. You felt so sluggish even just turning over in bed. You felt so tired and exhausted, but even so you just could not sleep. You were tempted to just skip class and sleep the day away, but you knew better. If you did that, you’d just feel even worse than you already did.

·       So you were going to get up…

·       Now!

·       …

·       N-now!

·       Uh…

·       You were getting there!

·       You got the quilts and sheets off yourself.

·       Somehow that simultaneously felt to be an accomplishment yet not at the same time.

·       You just… could not get yourself to bother to do this.

·       Or anything.

·       You just had no motivation for anything.

·       But at least sitting in class could be productive while sitting in bed would just… be nothing. With that thought you managed to get up. After making yourself presentable for the day you trudged to your usual stone planter with the old tree where you always waited till five minuets before class began. You used to rather be outside than inside.

·       “Hey, Y/N!” You seemed surprised for a moment before looking up from your phone. “Ah, hey Kuzuryu.” “Where were you?” “Huh?” “Oh my-” He pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. “After the school festival you just disappeared and left everyone else to do break down! We all worked together to build it, so none of us can just go off, and leave everyone else to do the work.” “Breakdown, I- damn it, I did just leave you guys. I’m so sorry, I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately.” Placing both his hands into his pockets he felt the small piece of glass.

·       That glass made him recall the moments prior and more. How despite being in the reserve course he ended up become friends with Hagime… his first true friend. And how said friend encouraged him to approach you not even a few moments ago.

·       “Even you don’t know? Heh, so even if I asked the fuck has gotten to you lately, you couldn’t answer.” You flinched, stiffening under those words. You didn’t say anything, looking to the ground below his feet, unable to bare to look at him. “You’ve been so out of it lately. Hey!” He snapped his fingers before your face, drawing your attention back to him. “Even now! You, you just keep staring out into space. You’re just distancing yourself from everyone. You’re acting so weird lately, and it’s pissing me off. What happened to you? You were so dependable before and now you’re just not, out of nowhere!”

·       “Ah… I guess I am… sorry.”

·       Fuyuhiko simply glowered at you for what felt to be an eternity. He just stood there and did nothing else. You felt as if you were standing under a spotlight. You hated this; you didn’t want this attention on you. You wished Fuyuhiko would just leave you be but knowing him, if you attempted to make him go, he’d just so stubbornly stay. There was no point in even trying.

·       Suddenly you snapped up onto your feet, Fuyuhiko holding you up by the collar of your shirt. “That look in your eyes… It’s really pissing me off!” “Wait- where are you dragging me too!?” “We, are going to talk some place more private.” How he said that, so ominously you honestly thought for a moment he was going to kill you! It didn’t make any sense but, could you have angered him so much he wanted you dead!?

·       Soon he tossed you into his lab, the place in the school built specifically for him and his talent, nothing and no one else. If he were to kill you this could a good, all be it obvious place to do so. Then he stepped up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Fight me.”

·       In an instant you had collapsed, only still on your feet by Fuyuhiko holding you up. Your breath had been knocked out of you. You clutched your stomach, feeling this dull pain radiating from it. “It’s as if you’re going hollow. Show me something, anything! Y/N, fight me.” “The hell?” You were absolutely baffled by all this. “What’s holding you back? Scared? Worried? I can take it. Throw a punch! Show me there’s still something in you! I know your and my worlds are completely different. I doubt you’ve ever been in a fight before. And because you never have you’ll have to try, and by trying you’ll show something. So, show me what’s eating away at you!”

·       No longer glaring there was something new in his eyes. Some sort of fire or life, a liveliness or determination that was fueling him. Feeling your heart race, you held up your fists. “… what’s eating away at me.” You lightly bumped your fist against Fuyuhiko’s arm. “That’s it? Whatever is happening with you is not that weak. It’s brought you, a strong individual to your knees! Do the same to me. Knock me down!” “I… but… I just can’t.” “You just can’t, what?” Your grip tightened as you hit his shoulder. “Anything. I just can’t do anything!”

·       He smirked. Finally. A single spark. In kind he threw as much force as he could into your shoulder, causing you to stumble back. “What do you mean you can’t do anything!?” You gritted your teeth, retaliating with a blow to his chest. “I mean what I said! Anything!” Fuyuhiko went for a kick to your shin. “Seriously!?” You stomped on his foot. “Yes!” You threw a swift jab at his stomach. “There’s just nothing! And I couldn’t care less!” You threw an upper cut right under his chin. “I keep going and going, and for what!?” You then punched him square in the jaw. “Everything I used to be passionate about! My hopes and dreams! It’s all withered away! I can’t get myself to do anything anymore! And I don’t know why!” Holding your hand together over your head, you threw them down right on Fuyuhiko who almost collapsed to the ground before catching himself. “It feels like I’m just losing myself! I’m eating what little of me there is left to keep going but… But!” That spark was dying! Fuyuhiko tackled you into the table, it and you two instantly crashing into the floor. “Yeah, and!” Even as he held his fist, ready throw it down with you pinned under him, you didn’t fight back. Tears welled in your eyes as you shut them tightly. “I can’t… I can’t do anything anymore. Things that used to make me happy just don’t. I know I should work, but my body and mind just won’t. It feels like I have no more control over myself! The only damn thing I can muster to do anymore is get so fucking frustrated with myself! AND I DON’T KNOW WHY! WHY CAN’T I DO ANYTHING ANYMORE!?”

·       You broke down, beginning to bawl on the spot. Slowly Fuyuhiko lowered his raised fist and got off you. Well… shit. He sat beside you, entirely unsure as to what to do. He assumed it was a physically solvable problem like feeling homesick, or being bullied, not… not something like this. Then… “s-sorry. I- are you okay?” Oh shit, this was NOT a good idea! “Tch. It’s takes a lot more than that to hurt me.” You simply staired up at the ceiling just looking so haggard and ragged. “Hey, let’s get you to class to see Tsumiki.” After a moment that felt to be an eternity, shakily you sat up, resting your face in the palm of your hand, as if even lifting up your head was too much anymore. Hesitantly he reached out a hand and helped you up by the sleeve of your uniform. “Come on. Whatever’s going on with you… it’s not going to get better if you don’t take care of yourself.” You silently nodded, wiping the tear streaks from your eyes. As Fuyuhiko lead you to class he questioned whether or not that helped at all, at least he had some idea of what was going on now, but…

·       As a yakuza Fuyuhiko was always hyperaware of himself, others and his surroundings, he had to be. He was also aware of how he appeared to others. He couldn’t start going soft around you. If he did, it could place you in danger, hell his classmates were likely in enough trouble as it is with their class president Chiaki making sure everyone was getting all buddy-buddy with one another. So… helping you in particular would only place a target on your back. Besides, he probably screwed up enough as it is, or did he? He wished he could just talk to you about this, but then he’d just be placing you in danger and this endless cycle of thought continued. “But you talk to me and not worry about the danger.” “You’re inconspicuous Hinata, and you’re like an honorary member of the class. You’re in the same boat as everyone else.” Not entirely sure how to take that statement Hajime instead decided to give his advice. “Well… It seems they could use some support right now. Maybe get the others to help them out.” “I don’t think…” Suddenly, a thought struck him.

·       You were not surprised that the cleaning schedule had been changed, it so often did due to everyone’s constantly fluctuating schedules, so when Chiaki asked you to clean, you half mindedly accepted. It… was something to do. Better than just sitting in your dorm room. And so once your classmates had left you opened the windows, got a broom and duster and set about sweeping. And so you swept, just… mindlessly doing so.

·       “Hey. You’re on cleaning duty too?” “Huh? Oh, hey Kuzuriyu. Yeah, I’m not busy so I shouldn’t burden the others. I’m sure they have better things to do.” “So your time is not valuable?” “Uh… I… heh, I know it’s bad, but, I want to say yes. Everyone’s working so hard and I’m just…” Your words trailed off as you tried completing the sentence, not being sure how too.

·       “Look, Y/N. I don’t know what I’m doing here.” You looked to him in confusion, only to be greeted to his back as he cleaned the windows. “As the next leader of the Kuzuriyu clan, it’s important that I recognize my faults and… I don’t know what to do here, but I take care of my own, god damn it. And you… you’re hurt, or depressed or something.” “I- Wait, hold on!” He took a glance over his shoulder to you. “Don’t worry about me! I just cried, but nothing’s wrong! I’m okay!” “Cut the crap.” He strode towards you, stopping but a few paces away. “Losing the motivation for anything is not nothing to worry about. You have your friends, you have your family, people you care about and who care about you too. And you have me. You can’t solely rely on others but if you can’t find any motivation for yourself, then do it for us. We want you to be happy and healthy. And you can’t do that if you give in or quit, so you have to keep fighting. I know it’ll hurt, it may even seem impossible. But things won’t get better if you stop trying! I know my words may not change your feelings. Even if logically something makes sense, the heart can just refuse to accept it, so even though I’ve told you all this, you might stop trying, it might be too much to bear, but…” He kept trying to stay calm, but he couldn’t keep it bottled up anymore. “You’re not alone in this, understand that! Even if you don’t think so, YOU! MATTER! So don’t you dare stop trying! Because we’re all with you, and we’ll do whatever it takes to lighten your load till you can carry it on your own again! But you have to keep going, no matter what! No matter how much it hurts, you have to keep going. You’ll hit rock bottom eventually and once you’re there, you can only go up! You’ll have no choice in the matter. Things will get better, you hear me! So keep fighting for it! That’s the only way to get better any time soon!”

·       A light pink dusted Fuyuhiko’s cheeks as he turned on his heel and marched back to the window, thinking over his words again and again, wondering if he screwed up and said something wrong at some point. He didn’t know what he was doing, but he had to try something. There couldn’t be a chance at change if he didn’t do something, anything. He had to at least try, just like how you had to keep trying.

·       And since he was trying, he was going to fight tooth and nail! After waking up and getting ready for the day he’d send you a text to wake you up under the guise of reminding you about something you and your classmates were going to do that day. He sent Peko to keep an eye on you, he even just chatted with you. He had no idea what he was doing, but if it helped you, even a little, he’d keep trying and improving his skill set in this regard. He had too. You were his friend, a rare person to find in others for him, and he was going to do whatever it took to help you.

[hpdabbles]

Luminescent Eyes

For @yammalammadingdong123  who asked for “Harry Potter/George Weasley/Fred Weasley soulmate au”. 

Soul mates were a tricky thing in the wizarding world. Everyone and their mom had a different opinion about what they were. 

People like their own mother, Molly, believed that a soul mate was a romantic partner meant to complete your life while others like their father, Arthur,  believed soul mates were a missing part of you that you could live without if needed to and that they didn’t have to be romantic. 

If you were to ask George or Fred they tell you it was a mix of the two. They like to think they didn’t need a romantic partner to be complete but would like to have that sappy lovey-dovey relationship regardless. 

 It was slightly different for them, however, as everyone knew a pair of magical twins always tended to be each other soul mates. 

One of the wizarding world’s unexplainable phenomenons and often got people like their mother’s pants in a twist when it was pointed out that a soul mate didn’t have to be romantic. 

People argued that magical twins were exceptions not expectations. Outliners that shouldn’t be counted. 

Fred and George didn’t mind too much. Their magic pulled to each other and they contemplated each other, life was whole when they were near each other. No one could come between them. 

They complimented each other and while it wasn’t the “completion” that people spoke about the redheaded twins always felt that it was right. They liked being Fred and George, a part of a pair but all the same separate when it counted.

Not that anyone really could tell. Sometimes it felt like people forgot the “And” in Fred and George and just thought of them as Fred/George. When they were younger it agitated them, especially since it felt that no one cared about which twin they spoke to. They didn’t care if one of them disappeared because a replacement was already set up.

Bill could tell them apart on occasion but that was only due to their brother always paying attention to small details- a reason he was such a good curse breaker- it wasn’t due to what other people had.

Where they had an identity right off the beater’s bat.

Eventually they turn it into a joke. If people were confusing them on purpose why not make them feel bad about it? Why not have them guess which was George and Fred. Why not make Gred and Feorge a joke at their expense instead of the twins? 

It was their first prank which quickly turns into their passion. Mischief was the new path of life they eagerly walked. Things were fine, they had each other and everyone could fight about what a soul mate was.

That was until they meet him.

At the time they had no idea why their magic urges them to walk away from the family at the train station, their feet moved on their own until they came upon a young boy who was struggling to get his trunk on board. George has always been the kinder of the twins, which he proved by offering some help.

The boy had been shocked, staring up at them from his clothes in the same condition as their own and broken glasses,  and George remembers thinking “One of us. Another poverty child”. It made him smile which spur on the child to accept their help.

Together the twins had loaded the trunk onto the train waving the boy’s soft thank you. 

“What are your names?” The boy asked.

“I’m Fred” Fred answered truthfully which meant George had to give his real name as well. To make it fun, he added an exaggerated wink as if though to say George isn’t my real name. 

He wonders how long it’ll take the boy to believe that. He stands and waits for the dark-haired boy to get confused so they can lunch a new prank always looking for chances to do so.

 Instead, they are surprised by the boys’ green eyes giving off a luminescent green as if though someone had placed a light right behind the pair of pupils for a moment. 

The only other person he has ever seen that happen to was Fred, back when they had been laying in the crib together and had rolled over to stare at each other for the first time on their own. 

 Fred's first word had been a broken attempt of “Geo-org” but it had been enough. His brother’s blue eyes had lightened up the same way when he gave back a babble of “Fe-ed”. And that had sealed their pact back before they had even grown their teeth. 

But-how?

“I’m Harry” Harry says as if though he hadn’t noticed the identification of a soul mate. “Harry Potter” 

It’s only because of how they are standing that George is able to catch the light of both his and Fred’s pulls lighting up, in the railing above Harry’s head. The boy jumps slightly then he stares  “Your eyes....”

“Good day than Harry! Do hope you enjoy your ride!” Fred cuts in cheerfully, tipping an invisible hat at him and strolling away with a cheerful strut and carefree whistle. George is right behind him smiling widely as if though neither he or his brother were doing what they were doing.

Which was running away, because new soul mate meant it was time to get the fuck out of there so they could figure out what the hell that meant. It wasn’t until they found their family again and they let Harry’s name leave their lips that they even connect the fact Harry is the Boy-Who-Live. 

They try to stay away for the rest of the trip even though Ron managed to get a seat with Harry. They have to think. 

When Harry is sorted into Griffindor they offer him a wide grin, which Harry shyly returns back. George’s stomach flips for no apparent reason. He doesn’t like it but oddly enough he doesn’t hate it either.

Later that night Harry stops by the third year’s corner to wish them goodnight, acting as if though he didn’t cross the common room to do so and somehow missed the upper years watching in confusion. Years tended to only interact with their own. 

“Good night Fred,” He says first to the twin on the ground before locking eyes with George who was lounging like a graceless cat on the couch. “Good night George. I hope you sleep well.”

George's stomach fips again, twisting in nervous excitement as he notices Harry had refrained from using any word of plural. That had been a message for each of them separately. He had acknowledged them separately. 

He can’t help but grin though when he saw a chance to mess with him. “I’m not George. I’m Fred”

“And I’m George” Fred picks up without missing a beat. George can see that his brother’s left-hand fingers twitching slightly letting him know his own stomach isn’t as settled as he likes to make people think. 

His friends all roll their eyes fondly but Harry shakes his head before anyone can let him know it’s okay to confuse them. “No you’re not.”

“Excuse me? I’m pretty sure I know which twin I am” Fred jokes. 

“You’re not George, you’re Fred,” Harry says adorably stubborn, “You said so on the train.”

“I think you have me confused with my brother. We are identical”

Harry’s brow crinkles in confusion. He looks around the room just now realizing people are looking at him and right before their eyes he folds in on himself slightly. George resists the urge to reach out and comfort me, baffled by the sudden knowledge that Harry likes it when someone plays with his hair to calm down. 

The boy’s green eyes are locked on his sleeve before lifting his chin to stare right into Fred’s own pair somehow both shy and daring. “You may look alike but you aren’t exact copies. I can tell your Fred. Isn’t it a bit silly to play pretend at your age?”

George jaw drops as Harry swings around to march back to the First-year dorm his robes blowing behind him and suddenly, he knows.

“Our other half-”

“-is bloody perfect”

They grin at each other promising without words that they will wait two more years for Harry to get older before they make a move.

The twins have always believed soul mates could be a romantic complement, not one’s complement, and that if they ever did have someone they would love it would be someone that would try to come between them. 

Now in Harry, they may have found just that. Maybe magic really was onto something when it matched them together at birth and made them wait three years for Harry to come into the world.

“Oh no” Lee Jordan groans  “That’s not we just thought of a prank smile that a I’m in love smile. Please don’t point that thing at me. I refuse to be the poor idiot you two menses have feelings for. What half are you lot going on about?”

“What kind of a best friend are you,” Fred asks from the ground with a laugh  “Can’t you tell we’re talking about our soul mate here? He’s our future husband”

“I thought you were each other soul mates?” Lee asks without much worry. Their friend had always a strange sense of priorities.  “Incest.”

“No.”

“Not incest?”

“No.”

George did not like the idea of snogging Fred thank you very much, but Harry on the other hand.... his face started to warm up.  

“Harry Potter is our soul mate”

Lee tilts his head considering that.  “Does he feel like a homey house?”

“What?” 

“My grandmother said a soul mate feels like a house that can feel homey. Not that you lived there before but a place you feel to your bones the very first moment you walk in that you can belong there. A house that feels homey and welcoming without trying.”

George thinks that over and yeah...yeah that’s exactly what Harry felt to him. Like something he knew in a dream but somehow very real. He had felt connected with him without a real reason. He felt like home.

Lee studies their faces, one of the only people in the world who came close to knowing what went on in their heads. It may have something to do with Lee being someone who likes details as much as Bill, but he rather point them out to observers then built them into an answer for a curse reversal. 

A reason Lee is the Quidditch announcer then player. The other reason is that Lee screams like someone set his pants on fire whenever he gets on a broom. Scary Cat.

“Then he is your soul mate. How are you going to woo him?”

“Pranks,” They say together at once

Lee laughs “I’m pretty sure he won’t like that. Didn’t you see the way he was twirling his fingers into his sleeves? He doesn’t like attention.”

“Then how do we get him to like us?”  Pranks were all that the twins had. Without them, there wasn’t anything that made them different to the other Weasleys running around. 

Lee throws them a smother, pressing his hands on his chest dramatically “Trouble in love, ah to be young? Maybe the Maunders might have a idea”

Which meant was just as hopeless in the love department as they were. Not that it matters. Surely Prongs, who often boasted about having the pretty’s red-headed girl's attention, would know how to win Harry over.

Later that night, as the rest of the Gryffindor third years sleep, the twins are shocked that Prongs writes nothing but threats to spear their manhoods after admitting who they were attempting to woo. Why would their hero be so against them chasing Harry? His age?

They already swore to wait till Harry’s third year since eleven seem awful young anyway. It doesn’t help that Moony and Padfoot add their own threats of tearing them apart if they lay one finger on  “Sweet innocent little Potter”

[thegreenfairy13]

How about 3 for the whump prompt 😊 although characters are up to you.

Prompt: ‘Give me one good reason I shouldn’t splatter your brains on the floor.’ Well...as I’ve been Birds of Prey lately, I fell down the Zsaszmask (Victor Zsasz x Roman Sionis) hole and wrote a fic about their first encounter.  I just love those two bastards! I hope you like it :)

Gotham’s Truths

Victor Zsasz always thought a first meeting says a lot about how a relationship is supposed to develop in the future. That firm belief turned out to be quite untrue when it comes to one Roman Sionis. 

But then what does was Victor know? Most people would argue their first and last meeting with the infamous killer coincides. 

That’s not to say those people wouldn’t leave a lasting impression - quite the contrary. But to leave an impression that isn’t quite as obvious, well, that honor had been up to Gotham’s newest candidate for the crown of the underbelly. 

But we’ll start at the beginning, kay? 

Motherfuckin fuckwit of a peacock, Victor thinks when first laying his eyes on the man currently dangling from the ceiling in some very private basement. 

He spits on the floor, visibly disappointed by today’s task, and cracks his knuckles. This will be over embarrassingly soon. One good look at Sionis, the Black Mask, as he loves to call himself, has told him everything he needs to know. 

The wanker is just pathetic! Who the fuck wears fuckin pastels? To a shoot-out of all things? An attempt to take down Sofia Gigante is not the fuckin Oscars. And if it were, Sionis would have earned himself a Razzy. 

But then Zsasz didn’t expect much from him in the first place. The pathetic lil shit will break down within seconds, of that he’s certain. Stupid, boarding-school wimp, that one is. He’s probably lost the moment he enters a room without a drink to hold onto. 

He spits out again, this time in disgust, and goes to work. Gigante wants Sionis to get sliced into tiny pieces and fed to her genetically modified koi-carps. No problemo! 

Victor starts setting out his tools one by one. The hammer comes first. It’s decorated with one or two dried blood-stains. 

He hates the blood, though. Personally, he prefers a clean, hygienic approach to work, yet his boss insists on some crude intimidation-techniques. Oh well, employee-protection isn’t something anyone gives much thought to in Gotham. The pincers are next, followed by a shiny, new set of scalpels. 

The other man is meanwhile still dangling from the ceiling, looking at Victor’s devices. At this point, the assassin expects something like a horrified gasp, maybe an occasional cry of ‘you don’t have to do this’, or - at least - a sob. 

What he gets, though, is a high-pitched whine. “Boooooooring”, Roman cries out, sounding like an annoyed little bitch about to find out her favorite lipstick is outta stock. 

Now, that’s not an unheard-of approach, however, definitely a more unique one. 

Turning around, Victor gives Roman a seemingly uninterested once-over. The other man rolls his eyes, and wiggling his upper body, he starts swinging as if he was on a playground. 

The bastard even has the audacity to yawn. 

Grinning ferociously, Victor decides he wants the smugness gone from the other one’s face. He raises his hammer, aims for the face, and finally elicits the cry he hoped for - unless in a decidedly different context. 

Roman swings swiftly outta the way, furiously screaming, ‘not my face, not my face’ like that one hysterical chick who walked in on Victor while delivering a message to her now late husband. 

“That face is worth more than all your ugly-ass teeth combined,” the man screeches, sounding every bit like an enraged banshee. “If I’m about to get murdered with a fuckin household-appliance, at least make sure that fuckin thing from the dollar store doesn’t come near my face.”

Roman glares down at Victor from below, which is in itself an achievement, not showing the slightest bit of fear, and yelling out orders. It’s so absurd the killer has to laugh. And not just that bemused bark he sometimes coughs out, no, an honest to God, pure, heartfelt roar that whips through his entire body. 

Tilting his head to the side, he decides he’ll indulge his victim and see what else it has to offer. Tossing the hammer aside, he picks up the scalpel. Roman only rolls his eyes at him. 

“What you gonna do?” he challenges. “Carve some patterns into my skin? Ask me some questions? Wait for me to cry and beg? Pah!” 

“Well, that’s how those things usually work,” Victor confirms sensibly. He bends down until he’s at eye level with his prey, checking for those sweet, sweet signs of distress. Inhaling, he expects to smell that sour, musky scent of sweat that always indicates the beginning of his fun. 

He smells nothing but a hint of chrysanthemum and vervain. Not that Victor knows that very moment what exactly he smells. He only knows it smells good. 

He takes a better look at that skin the other man is so obviously very fond of, takes in the line of a strong jaw-line, pliant lips, fine lines from smiling too often around his eyes, and decides that, yes, that face is indeed a wonderful canvas. Too bad there won’t be much left of it once he’s done. 

Under different circumstances, he’d probably fuck the guy first and kill him later - but this is about business, not his personal pleasure. 

Roman, stop calling him Roman, Victor chides, tries suppressing a wheeze. Ah yes, he almost forgot, his ribs are already broken. The other man bares his teeth, pulls a grimace that somewhat resembles a grin, yet Victor knows the signs - he’s merely trying to mask his pain. 

Grabbing his chin, he turns the man, forces him to study him as well. Roman scoffs. “Pathetic,” is his verdict. “Look what you’ve become,” he grumbles.

“And that would be?” Victor snaps back before he can stop himself. 

“You used to be an artist!” Roman exclaims so violently the chains holding him up, start to rattle precariously. “The Da Vinci of murder you used to be! A Salvador Dali with a knife, and now? All you come up with is dangling me from the ceiling and showing me this crap.”

Victor snarls, gives him a good shove in return, and turns back to his tools. 

“Hey, how does it feel to live your life like a chained pit bull?” Roman howls instead. “Every day you get up, torture a bit, but where’s the passion? The spark? The creativity?” Victor is sure if he could, he’d gesticulate wildly. 

“Trust me, creativity will be the last thing on your mind once I’m done with you,” he snaps back.

Roman clicks his tongue, yet refuses to acknowledge that statement. “When was the last time you truly had fun?” he asks instead, managing to look smug even in his predicament. “When was the last time someone really let you loose, mm?”

Arching an eyebrow at his captive, Victor licks his lips. What a shame, truly, he thinks. He should have been given a chance to bang that vocal, little slut before cutting his throat. 

Roman smirks knowingly, and for a moment, Victor is baffled. 

“You said that out loud,” he sing-songs, as a strand of his hair loosens, elegantly framing his face. “Look,” he continues, still grinning knowingly. “I have an offer for you - you can either work for me, or kill me off and file for unemployment in about….” Roman wiggles his head from side to side, seemingly counting, when a loud bang jolts through the basement. 

“Well, I guess now,” he finishes, unfazed. 

Tilting his head, Victor considers the offer. It sounds suspiciously like Gigante is no more, and besides, he has never been especially good all on his own, without anyone to point him in the right direction. On the other hand, it’s been a long time since he enjoyed true freedom. 

But then he hasn’t met anyone who has the ability to humor him in an even longer time. 

Nodding to himself, Victor makes a decision. 

Yet before he can touch the chain, Roman stops him. “One thing though,” he declares sternly. “I demand absolute loyalty.” 

Victor sighs and pushes a button, releasing him. If there’s even one thing he’s better at than killing people, it’s serving people. 

Roman jumps to his feet almost immediately. “Eww,” he says. Wrinkling his nose in disgust as he wipes some grime from his suit before slapping Victor’s face with his palm outstretched, like a little girl. It stings viciously, though. 

Surprised, Victor looks up. 

“No more ruining my suits,” Romans orders angrily. “And now,” he continues, putting his arm around Victor’s shoulders as if they’d been friends forever. “Do you know how to make shrinking heads?” 

Baffled, the assassin follows his new boss out of the basement, slowly realizing this had been the first and last time he had the upper hand in his relationship with Roman Sionis. 

Nobody in Gotham dares to tell him that is untrue, though. 

But then it’s Gotham - and she has her own truths. 

[cobythinks]

‘Might As Well’ AU

HEYY so I this is a bullet-fic kinda thing for an AU I’ve created, and unlike my other AUs I’m not going to make a story for it and if I write anything it’ll all be one-shots of certain bits. It's mainly Roloceit with like tiny bits of Moxiety as well.

Feel free to send in asks or request one-shots for this AU! I’m very happy abt it and I loved writing this so any questions for the characters or requests for scenes would be amazing!!!

Most of it under the cut because... I got carried away and it's very long

Roman Guerra is a YouTuber/actor

Horace (Dee) McMullin is a drama teacher

Logan Wright is a science teacher at the same school that Dee works at

Roman and Dee are roommates, and though their relationship has progressed FAR past what anyone would call a friendship, they really don’t care enough to label it or even talk about what they are to each other. They both know they care about the other, and that’s all that really matters.

Roman also tends to rant in Spanish when he gets passionate, and Dee responds by saying the names of ‘Mexican food’ as a reply.

Roman: *talks in spanish*

Dee: *nods* burrito. Quesadilla. Mama Mia.

Roman: that’s not even a food, shut up.

Logan meets Dee through work, obviously, and they quickly become friends

Something about the tall, dramatic, elegant man just drives Logan insane because he’s a little shit once you get to know him and it makes no SENSE

The adorable little science teacher shouldn’t scare Dee as much as he does, but he can’t help it. Something about the way Logan is always composed makes Dee feel like he’s a serial killer or something.

Despite this, they become friends when they discover they both have a passion for psychology and have long discussions about it during lunch and when they hang out on weekends

Dee - as much as he hates it - starts to fall hopelessly in love with the other teacher. He can’t help it, just like he couldn't help but to fall in love with Roman a year and a half earlier when they met. 

Not that he’d told Roman that yet, god no. They’d both dated other people on and off while knowing each other, even if they did end up fucking after every breakup and swearing to each other they were done with the whole relationship thing. 

Roman always found someone else to sweep off their feet, and Dee always found himself hopelessly pining for someone else to make the first move

So, that’s what was happening here, and it was torture.

Logan wasn’t much better, furious that this dramatic drama teacher of all people made him feel so flustered and confused.

Then the day came that Dee brought Logan over for dinner, and he met Roman

Roman greeted him dramatically, filling the entire apartment with his electric energy as he spoke.

Oh god, there’s two of them. Logan realized in terror as the two bickered playfully back and forth, eventually challenging each other to a duel despite the fact they had a guest over.

And like most of their duels, Roman ended up kissing Dee

“Oh,” Logan said, feeling like a complete idiot

“Fuck,” Dee said, realizing that Logan now had the wrong idea

“Maybe later,” Roman said with a wink because he’s a little shit.

Dee just freaking makes a mess of everything and accidentally confesses his feelings for both of them at once and then faceplants on the couch

Roman offers Logan some lasagna because it’s getting cold

Dee feels betrayed 

but joins them for lasagna in a few minutes

Logan is utterly confused and doesn’t know what to say, so he doesn’t say anything

Dee is mortified and wants to jump off the balcony

He and Roman proceed to do the titanic thing and Logan is still very confused but he agrees to take their picture

He’s Like: Sure??? I guess so??? Are we not going to address what just happened??? DOn’T FaLL yOU IDiOTs

Roman thinks it is all hilarious but he must agree that Logan is stunning

He helps to re-explain his and Dee’s relationship because Dee honestly did an awful job

And Logan is like okay

Because it makes sense now even though Roman used many slang words he did NOT understand

Oh my god these two are literally the most chaotic duo he’s ever met and usually Logan HATES chaos but he LOVES this

And so Roman - of course, it’s Roman - is the one to suggest they just go with the flow like he and Dee have been doing for the past year already, if Logan wants to

Logan has no idea what to expect but agrees that he wouldn’t mind

Horace.exe has crashed again

So they start doing whatever the hell it is that they’re doing

And if Roman is a chaos slut with Dee he is a chaos gentleman with Logan and it is BAFFLING he’s still dramatic but he’s overly chivalrous and polite and Dee is annoyed why can’t Roman hold the door open for him instead of holding it closed like a jerk after opening it for Logan

Dee and Logan just keep up their psychology discussions almost constantly and regularly have to ask Roman to finish a debate even though Roman knows NOTHING about psychology

Roman always finds an excuse not to support Dee (in a loving way)

“Roman! Tell Logan that Max Stirner-”

“I’M BUSY MAKING ALFREDO SORRY”

This doesn’t stop Dee from continuing to ask him to back him up

Roman always supports Logan in the debates despite being completely oblivious

“Roman, don’t you agree that-”

“Yes, my love. My darling. Genius whom I would die for. I agree.”

This always causes Logan distress in two ways

One: Roman didn’t listen to what he was agreeing with

Two: he is now super flustered because Roman is continuing to ramble on about how much he loves Logan

Logan turns out to know some Spanish

So now he and Roman have conversations in Spanish and Roman teaches him more and Dee just doesn’t really care

He keeps contributing using food or random words he’s picked up on and it drives Logan and Roman INSANE

And so they start dropping his proper name in conversation to either

One: make Dee think they’re mad because they used ‘Horace’

Two: make Dee think they’re gossiping about him

When really they’re talking about how much they love him OR just saying ‘Horace’ in the middle of a completely unrelated sentence

They stop doing this after they accidentally make Dee legitimately sad

It surprises both of them when they realize he’s crying after they don’t tell him what they were saying

So no more pretending to gossip about each other in Spanish

Roman offers to teach him Spanish

Dee responds to the offer by screaming ‘TORTILLA’ at the top of his lungs

Dee does not learn Spanish

Roman calls them his boyfriends first

In a youtube video title

Without warning them that they were being featured

Because he’s a little shit

Dee freaks out and tries to ask him about it but they just end up making out like they usually do when they try to have a serious conversation

Logan is okay with it and very amused at Dee’s reaction

Dee calls them his boyfriends next when he gets sick

When Dee gets sick he gets freaking delirious

Logan didn’t believe that it was the same person the first time he saw Dee when he was sick

Dee also only responds to Horace, his given name, when he’s sick and it's so hard to talk to him because they never seriously call him that

but Dee is so fucking sappy when he’s like that

And it's just pure and cute and he calls them his boyfriends

Logan calls them his boyfriends last

When introducing him to some other friends when they moved back into town

Patton Foster, a veterinarian

Virgil Storm, a weatherman (shut up he knows it's stupid his boyfriend (Patton) makes enough jokes about it as it is)

Both are baffled at how Logan managed to be dating two completely batshit crazy drama geeks

Once this happens they finally sit down and decide that yeah, they are dating

None of them say it’s exclusive, but none of them really want to date anyone else anymore anyway

Having Logan there to balance out the chaos is exactly what they needed

“I NEED A SNAKE FOR A VIDEO”

“Doesn’t Dee have a pet snake?”

“DEE YOU HAVE A PET SNAKE??”

“You’ve lived together for two years, how do you not know he has a snake in a terrarium in his room?”

“Logan I trusted you.”

“CAN I USE YOUR SNAKE”

“Only if I get to be in the video too, she gets nervous around cameras and she needs me.”

“Snakes don’t know what cameras-”

“DEAL!”

So it's just chaos and thriving in their little apartment

Roman has them in his videos sometimes, which is hugely popular among his viewers

“Hey, youtube! Today we’re throwing wet sponges at my tall boyfriend!”

“Roma- ROMAN GET AWAY FROM ME YOU SAID YOU WOULD WARN ME NEXT TIME”

“If you get water on the floor I’m not cleaning it up also watch out for the outlets you don’t want to get electrocuted.”

“That was my nerd boyfriend. I’d never throw a wet sponge at him, he doesn’t deserve it. Only my tall one deserves it.”

“I HATE YOU BOTH”

Logan and Dee both try to embarrass the other more whilst at work, which only caused a problem one or two times

“I need your help”

“With what”

“...a surprise”

“I told you I won’t help you teach them how to stage kiss anymore you always just kiss me for real and that’s not how it works.”

“But I love you.”

“fine.”

Roman and Dee regularly compete to see who can make Logan more embarrassed from compliments and it usually ends up in a cuddle pile or [REDACTED]

Dee is still positive that Logan is either a serial killer or a robot and that is one reason he enjoys making Logan embarrassed because it's hilarious to see the usually stoic teacher not know what to say

Roman, when he hears this theory, claims that Dee is the actual serial killer and he knows because he’s a ghost that’s just been haunting Dee since he killed him

Logan pretends to believe Roman’s claim and Dee wants to destroy them both.

He does… in a way *cough*

People who met Roman and Dee before Logan got there are baffled when they see either of them or both interacting with Logan

Because Roman and Dee are just CHAOS and DRAMATIC declarations of love (Roman) SCREAMING and sexual jokes (Dee)

Roman and Logan, though, that’s Roman at his most chivalrous. He opens doors, speaks eloquently, bows dramatically and is basically an over the top perfect gentleman

Deceit and Logan, well, no one understands that either because Deceit makes ZERO sexual jokes and he’s quiet and gentle and finally FINALLY he matches the elegant aesthetic he has going on 

And as soon as all three of them are seen together? The dynamic makes sense again

Roman and Dee are gremlins. Logan is the god they worship.

 Logan treats them both equally, as much as he can that is, and Roman and Dee would probably fight to the death for his hand and then end up making out like they always do when they fight to ‘the death’

Even Logan’s friends have only ever seen him express real emotion when he is with one or both of his boyfriends

The rest of the time he is in his robot/serial killer mode

Both Roman and Dee take great pride in this

Logan calls Dee Horace when he wants to make a point and it's usually why he ends up winning debates when Roman isn’t around because it makes Dee frustrated and annoyed so he stops talking

Apologies are made with kisses though

After the three get together, Roman learns a lot more about Dee as a person because believe it or not Dee is good at pretending and keeping secrets

Also they always just used to… sleep… in Roman’s room and not Dee’s but Roman didn’t even notice that and that’s how Dee got away with having a snake in secret for two years until Logan stayed the night in his room.

Roman falls more in love with Dee as a result and visa versa

Logan is awfully amused at this and they know it

Basically, the entire relationship is a HOT MESS

And that’s all I’ve got

[sweettemptaticn]

Dinner

Discord thread featuring: Ryleigh and Bear ( @laid-bear )

Where: Ryleigh’s (Aiden’s) Apartment

When: Friday

Description: Ryleigh cooks dinner for Bear, they enjoy some food, some conversation, a little smutty times. 

Trigger Warnings: Smut.

Part 1

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh has never spent so long agonizing over what to cook for someone. She wants to impress him, though she really has no reason to want to do that. He's a nice guy who's having dinner with her because she'd offered and cooking is a passion in her life nobody can take away from her. People may have tried to take other things from her; her dignity, her innocence, her laughter, but they couldn't take this from her. So, Ryleigh finds her confidence between Bear's last message and her trip to the grocery store. She'd baked the dessert this morning - a strawberry shortcake cheesecake. He'd said he wasn't much of a sweets guy, so she tried not to go too overboard on the dessert, but cheesecake is one of her favorites and you can't go wrong with strawberries, right? She's just slipped a pan of vegetables, tossed in her specialty garlic and herb sauce into the oven when she hears a knock on her door. Thank God, she's managed to get Aiden out of the apartment for the evening without much argument on his part. Curiosity, yes, but her brother is never going to say no to spending more time with Cory, she doesn't think. "Just a minute!" Ryleigh calls, wiping her hands on one of the dish towels. The steak is still marinating and has about fifteen minutes left before she can slip them onto the small grill she'd bought about a week ago because Aiden needed one. Readjusting the cardigan on her shoulders, she smooths her hands down the front of her shirt, vaguely wonders if she should've just thrown on a t-shirt, but it's too late to change her mind as she shuffles toward the front door, pulling it open. "Hey, sorry, I was putting the vegetables in the oven, come in!" Ryleigh greets him with a wide smile, her lips lightly glossed as they'd been when she found him in the coffee shop, her golden hair down and spilling around her shoulders this time.

"Did you find the place okay?" She questions as her gaze drinks him in. It's not the first time her fingers have itched to touch his face, to push through the scruff there just to see what it would feel like against her skin. Instead, she closes the door behind him and flips the lock, making a beeline back toward the kitchen. "I hope you like steak? There were a couple of other dishes I thought of, but you can never go wrong with a good steak," she muses lightly, turning on the small grill so it can warm up while she waits for the steak to finish marinated. "Please, have a seat, take your coat off... can I get you anything? Water? I think Aiden has beer in the fridge somewhere," Ryleigh offers brightly as she faces him.

BEAR

Bear slept in late on Friday morning. He normally hated not getting up with the sun, didn't like what it felt like to wake up with sun streaming in through the window, the sounds of cars and and people who'd already begun their day filling his ears as he laid in bed. He hated that shit. And yet when he'd passed out, he knew he was going to sleep hard. That was what happened after you worked two overnight shifts at a strip club and spent the early parts of the morning peeling wasted guys off of girls who just wanted to go home and take a shower. When he'd finally decided to get out of bed and showered himself, he wondered why he'd agreed to go to Ryleigh's house. He didn't know her. She was definitely much younger than her. And, again, he didn't know her. This was not normal behavior for him, and he wasn't sure if it was a particularly good idea to be alone in an apartment with a girl he didn't know. So as he showered, he rehearsed how he would cancel. Should he text her? Call her? Should he wait until he got to her place, then get one of his buddies from home to call him pretending to be his boss calling him in for a shift? As he toweled off, he'd decided to just pick up the phone and bite the bullet, make sure she hadn't decided to cancel herself--which might have been a relief--before he gave her something that didn't sound too much like a line. But then...he hadn't been able to do it. He didn't know why. It should've been easy, especially with how disconnected he always felt with texting people--it always felt so mechanical and robotic...he didn't like not being able to gauge tone, either. But he found himself agreeing to go over there, adding her address to her contact information and wondering what the hell he was doing. He spent the afternoon distractedly watching TV. It was the first time he'd owned one since he lived in Alaska and he found he had like...literally thousands of things to watch but he was distracted as he flipped through the options, mind only

managing to stay on one thing for a few moments before he remembered his plans for the night and he was distracted all over again. When it got to be about an hour before he was meant to show up, he drove in the direction that Ryleigh lived and parked, walking through a few shops. She had told him not to bring anything but he couldn't just show up empty handed, eat her food, and fuck off. After debating a few things, he somehow ended up with a cactus. Why a cactus? No idea. Girls liked plants though, right? So he showed up at Ryleigh's place, cactus in hand, and knocked, nerves suddenly shooting to his gut as she answered the door. Something about that smile...he was totally baffled by how he felt when she smiled every time, like he couldn't help but matching it, feeling unaccustomed to the warmth after so long without it. "Smells great," he said as he walked in, following her into the house and looking around a little before he moved to put the cactus on a spot on the counter far from the food. Maybe he shouldn't mention it? Should he not of brought it? He felt stupid but pushed the feeling aside as he shrugged out of his coat. "I love steak," he said, genuinely pleased, and looked over at her, watching her for a beat before he hung his coat over the back of a chair. "Can I help with something?" he asked, leaning against the counter before slipping past her, hand brushing her waist, before he opened the fridge and grabbed a beer. "You're already doing everything, let me at least get this," he said, extending a bottle to her with one hand as he grabbed another for himself.

RYLEIGH

He's carrying a cactus. A small cactus, but a cactus none the less and the fact that he brought anything... she tries not to think too much on it, choosing to focus all of her attention on the cactus. "It's going to taste just as amazing. You brought me a cactus? I've never taken care of a cactus. I barely manage Elton, he's my hedgehog, but I love it, thank you," Ryleigh beams brilliantly in his direction while he removes his coat and drapes over the back of a chair. Her gaze lingers on his biceps, on the sheer size of him taking up space in the kitchen Ryleigh typically flits around so easily. It's part of the reason why Aiden calls her humming bird. She can never sit still. "N-o, I think.. I got it," she answers, hoping he doesn't catch the hitch in her voice when his hand brushes along her waist. Only just, but with enough presence for her to feel it down to the tips of her toes. Those familiar knots are back, the ones she'd felt sitting across from him in the coffee shop, and she hopes she's not going to make a complete fool out of herself. He offers her one of the beers, which Ryleigh takes, but doesn't drink, slipping the bottle onto the counter next to her. It'd be rude not to take it from him, and usually people are so put off by the fact that she doesn't drink. However, after a moment, she smiles warmly at him. "Thanks, I don't really drink, but you can keep that one out for you also, if you'd like?" She nods toward the bottle as she proceeds to cut up a few more vegetables for the small salad she's put together. There are potatoes, too, already boiled and ready to be mashed down, but she'll get to those in a second.

BEAR

Oh my God, why did he bring a stupid fucking cactus? Who brings a cactus to dinner? He had originally planned on bringing a bottle of wine but then chickened out, what if she didn't like wine? It turns out that both of his ideas were stupid because a) she doesn't seem like a plant person now that she's talked about it and b) she doesn't drink. Genius, Bear. His internal monologue is a lot of beating himself up which surprises him considering this was not supposed to be a big deal, it's dinner with a girl--a fucking beautiful girl who smiles all the time and who Bear is pretty sure can't weigh more than like seven pounds--but still just dinner. He reached into his pocket for something to do with his hands, pulling out his keys and using a bottle opener keychain to pry the cap from the glass. He tucked the cap and keys back in his pocket, wondering if he should've gone along with his original plan, why the hell was he so nervous? "What--no, it's cool, I'll--I'm good with the one," he said, clearing his throat and getting a handle on himself after what he was sure was a slightly too long pause. He leaned against the counter at a spot where he hoped he wouldn't be too much in the way, watching her hands because that felt like a safe option at the moment, taking a deep sip from the beer bottle. He vaguely wondered if she grew up around alcoholics too or if it was something else--he wanted to ask her, but it was definitely not the question for right now. "Damn, you've really gone all out," he said after he registered how many things she had going at once. "I hope I'm not putting you out."

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh loves the cactus, because it won't die if she goes a day without watering it (she vaguely remembers something about cacti being able to retain their own water?) and the fact that he'd thought about bringing anything at all? There was definitely more than meets the eye to this man and Ryleigh can't wait to learn as much as she can about him. "Okay, sorry. It's more of a personal choice than anything else. I've never really had a taste for it and the one and only time I ever touched alcohol back in high school, I ended up three hours away from home with no memory as to how I got there, so I typically avoid it," she explains as she finishes the tomatoes, tosses them in a mixing bowl with the lettuce, before moving on to the radishes. It wasn't the whole truth, but it was enough of it he probably wouldn't try to question it further. Parts of her past Ryleigh rarely likes to revisit. "What? No! Honestly, I love stuff like this," she assures him, lifting her gaze to meet his, enjoying the image of him leaning against the counter, in her kitchen (because she's definitely stolen it from her brother), a little too much. Finishing up the radishes, she tosses them into the bowl as well, before grabbing up the small bowl she'd mixed a dressing into. Dipping her finger into it, she slips it past her lips for taste, a soft sound of approval in her throat. "That's so good, here, try this," she insists with hopeful eyes and without thinking, repeats the action before offering her index finger to him, dressing dripping down the slender digit.

BEAR

Bear shook his head as Ryleigh explained the alcohol thing, not wanting her to feel obligated to talk about it but he winced a little all the same at the story. "Yeah...definitely not a stranger to nights like that," he said, scratching the back of his neck a little sheepishly, tone making it clear that he'd had his fair share of ending up somewhere with no memory of the thing, obviously not knowing the deeper layer there. "I'm not judging, whatever works," he said, not sure really how he felt about it or if he should feel a way about it given that this girl's choices definitely shouldn't have been something he was thinking about affecting him. He watched her work, half smiling when she reassured him, even more so when he met her eyes. He liked watching her work, the deft way she used a knife or moved about the kitchen. It was familiar and relaxed him a little, the routine of it, the obvious ease with which she moved through her tasks. When he watched her suck dressing off her finger, though, he tensed a little, feeling his adam's apple bob a little at the sight. Fuck. He looked at her finger as she offered it to him, wondering what the hell he was meant to do. About seven different options--including just dipping  and making his way out of there without saying a word--crossed his mind...but he was pretty set on not embarrassing her so, mind going blank, he leaned forward and sucked the dressing from her index finger, tongue grazing the tip of it before he pulled away, entire body aware of what he just did. "Mhm," he mumbled, nodding in agreement. "Better than the store bought stuff."

RYLEIGH

For a heartbeat, Ryleigh debates taking her hand back when he tenses. It's subtle, but her own gaze is drawn to his neck, where she'd been mesmerized by the tenseness of his muscle before. In the coffee shop, which seems like it was a life time ago, but it's really only been a few days. She's close to following through, to take her hand back and apologizing for how forward that might've seemed, when his lips close around the slender digit instead. Heat flickers up her arm as the warmth envelopes her finger, a bare brush of his tongue against the tip making everything south of her naval clench tightly. It happens so quickly, a blink of an eye, truly, and she's taking her hand back, a wild flush coloring her porcelain cheeks. "Absolutely better than the store bought stuff. I won't buy bottled dressing anymore unless I'm in a bind," she agrees, hoping her voice sounds a lot less breathless than she feels right about now. Lips quiver into a soft grin when she realizes the time, and she spins away from him - thankful her path to the refrigerator is clear - to grab the marinated steaks from inside. A couple minutes later, a familiar sizzle echoes through the kitchen as she lays the steaks onto the hot grill, inhaling the scent of herbs and spices. It's almost as mouthwatering as the warm, woodsy scent of him she'd caught the moment he walked past her earlier.

BEAR

Bear watched her intently as she pulled away, studying her as if the flush on her skin could give him some idea of what was going on in her mind, because his own thoughts were a mess. While his body was currently following every demand his brain was telling him to hide it--and successfully so, thank God--he was turned on. He tried to think of a time he'd ever not sexually had someone's fingers in his mouth or vice versa and he grew an absolute blank. Then again, he couldn't remember a time when he'd randomly accepted an invitation to have a girl cook for him, so maybe he was just going to have to lean in to the fact that everything was going to be abnormal. That said, he liked how the color looked on her cheeks and he wondered if it had traveled anywhere else. He sat with that thought as he took another long sip of beer, telling himself that he was only going to have the one as much as he wanted to get a little drunk and dull whatever weird thoughts and feelings were plaguing him. He kept his eyes on her, almost not noticing the food or how good it looked. He didn't feel the need to fill the silence...instead, he watched her, lips pressed together in thought. After a long pause, he spoke. "You really do know what the fuck you're doing, don't you?" he nodded to the grill top.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh steps away from the grill to allow the steaks to cook. His statement does nothing to diminish the flush in her cheeks despite the way she beams proudly at him. "I've been cooking since I was about eight? I kind of had to learn to fend for myself so ever since I started throwing things in a pan to see what worked, it's been a passion of mine. Baking on the side is more of a guilty pleasure." Ryleigh explains with a gentle shrug, shifting back to the salad where she finally mixes the dressing with the lettuce. "In that cabinet behind you? Would you mind grabbing a couple plates and bowls for me? I usually have to climb onto the counter to get them, but since you're here...?" Her voice trails, giving him a proper smile which says 'please?' before she moves to take the bowl of salad to the small table Aiden owns. She sets it down on the middle, along with the salt and pepper she'd grabbed, before making a beeline for the refrigerator again to grab out sour cream and an herb butter. Ryleigh's motions are fluid and graceful, there's no thinking twice about what she's doing with the meal because this is all second nature to her. "How done do you prefer your steak?" She asks while adding sour cream and butter to the potatoes she's already boiled so she can mash them down. Her gaze shifts back to him as she takes the hand held masher and starts to work it into the bowl in front of her, wondering if he's ever going to catch her in a moment where she's staring at him for a little too long. Can she really be blamed?

BEAR

Bear listened to Ryleigh talk about fending for herself from a young age and he raised a brow, especially at the age that she mentioned...he'd only been nine when his mom had walked into the bay, and that had marked the beginning of basically taking care of himself as well. He felt a kinship with her, definitely listening as she talked but a little distracted by the fact that it was starting to seem like maybe she'd had a rough upbringing. He felt a little of his awkwardness crumble at that, half smiling when she talked about baking. "Well, it seems like it paid of," he said, giving her a tight-lipped smile before hoe nodded, moving to carefully grab the plates and bowls she'd asked for, snorting because it was an easy reach for him and basically at eye level. He took them down and moved them to the counter, brushing past her again to wash his hands, looking over as he scrubbed his palms when she asked the question. "Medium, medium rare, I'm not picky," he said truthfully, watching her hands for a moment and then her face once she looked away.

RYLEIGH

"We'll see," she grins, a little envious of his ease with which he's able to grab the dishes from the cabinet. She hadn't been exaggerating when she mentioned climbing onto the counter - sometimes she uses the step stool, or she has to hop up to grab what she needs. He's able to do it so effortlessly and she appreciates his help. He brushes past her as he sets them down, a waft of woods and warmth completely distracting her, her motions stuttering just slightly. Ryleigh takes that as her cue to step away from the bowl for the moment, flipping the steaks about seven minutes after she'd first put them on. "You say that, but I've seen people go crazy when their steak isn't cooked right," she teases, crossing back to the bowl to finish mashing the potatoes. Once those are done, she, again, dips her finger into the mixture (it's not very sanitary and she wouldn't do it if she wasn't cooking for someone she considers a friend... an acquaintance?) to taste for seasoning. "Hey, can you try this and see if you think it needs anything else?" She asks, this time grabbing a spoon for him, because she's not sure she can take another moment like before without throwing caution to the wind and throwing herself on him. Dipping the spoon into the potatoes, she holds the silverware out to him, an expectant look in her eyes.

BEAR

Bear laughed a little at the comment about stakes being cooked wrong, shaking his head a little. "I've seen that too.." he said, thinking about a time his father threw a plate like a frisbee at his mother and then shaking the memory off. "As far as I'm concerned, having food in my stomach is about as good as I can ask for, anything else is just a bonus," he said, moving to dry his hands on a towel before he raised a brow and moved toward her. Bear took the spoon from her, sliding it into his mouth and making a pleased face at that. "S'good," he said as he swallowed, moving to scrub the spoon clean before he handed it back to her. "Really good," he followed up as he met her eye, meaning it genuinely. "Seriously, you've gotta give me something to do to help...like I told you the other day, idle hands," he said, clearly joking but God also just wanting something to do that wasn't stare at her.

RYLEIGH

If only everyone could have that same thought process, though. “I like the way you think, Bear,” Ryleigh compliments. When he tastes her potatoes, she’s unable to stop beaming the way she is, grateful he’d enjoyed that small taste. “Okay... how good are you with a knife?” She asks curiously, brow arched in a teasing manner before she takes the bowl of finished potatoes to the table. Returning back to the kitchen, she reaches into the refrigerator to grab the package of half used strawberries, turning to him to offer the package to him. “Can you slice up some of these for me? They’re to go with dessert,” she explains, finding him a cutting board and a small knife to cut the fruit with, setting him up on a space of counter by the sink. When she moves to walk away from him, her hand absently brushes against his, fighting this innate urge she has to trail her fingers up his arm - to follow the strong chords of muscle until she reaches the peak of his tattoo. Taking a step back, her teeth dragging over her lower lip, she spins away from him to check on the steaks.

BEAR

Bear liked the way she said his name, the way she smiled at him...he was a little distracted, so much so that he didn't realize what she'd said at first. "Wha--oh, yeah, great with a knife," he said, shaking his head a little as he snapped out of it. He was glad to have something to do with his hands, glad to have the threat of slicing his thumb off keeping his attention on something other than her and how tiny she was and the fact that every time they touched all he wanted to do was stop what he was doing, for her to stop what she was doing, and for them to keep touching each other. But in a totally platonic way, don't make it weird, Bear, just cut the fucking fruit. He did a very passable job of slicing strawberries, only looking up a few times to watch her with the steaks. He took in the way her ass looked in her jeans, the sliver of skin between the bottom of her shirt and the waistband, how her hair was so blonde it almost looked white. After putting his attention back on the job at hand and finishing up, he looked at her over his shoulder. "Anything else you need me to do?"

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh takes care to plate the steaks, leaving them to rest because that’s how they keep their juiciness. Behind her, she can hear the rhythmic chopping Bear is doing, and she’s trying her best not to slip in front of him and take control, not because she doesn’t believe in him, but because she wants to be close to him. Is that strange? To want to be close to someone she’s only known for two weeks and has maybe three conversations with? The timer on the oven goes off, prompting her to pull the pan of roasted vegetables from inside, the aroma of garlic and herbs becoming more prominent in the kitchen. “Here,” she offers at his question, taking the cheesecake from the refrigerator and sliding it onto the counter beside him. “Just take the slices like this,” she starts, having to each over in front of him, her hand barely brushing his torso when she does, to grab a few of the slices before she starts fanning them out along the edges of the crust. “Can you finish this while I set the table?” Ryleigh queries softly, glancing up at him as she remains next to him. She pops a slice of strawberry into her mouth, a drop of juice from the ripe fruit caught on her bottom lip.

BEAR

Bear is glad for something to do because she's close to him, closer than before, and unlike before she's not moving right away and he definitely needs to do something with his hands. He starts to put the strawberries along the edge like she'd showed him, his work not as meticulous or as neat as hers because he was distracted and also because he didn't really care to be. He nodded at her, looking up from his work at the question and meeting her eye, head tilted down toward her. "Yeah, go for it--" he said, watching her eat the strawberry and catching sight of the juice on her mouth. Fuck. He cleared his throat and put his eyes back down to the cut up strawberries again before he looked at her. "You've got a little--" he said, rubbing his thumb over his lip to show her, just as he had the spot on his chin when she'd had icing there before.

RYLEIGH

She probably spends far too long watching his fingers with the strawberries, juices clinging to his own skin with ever strawberry laid down. It’s a mess and she doesn’t want to critique him because he’s helping her, especially when she’s far too occupied with thinking about how his fingers would taste if she— “Hm? What?” Her brows furrow together, a cute little crinkle in the center of her forehead, before she notices what he’s doing. “Oh- shoot, I— wow, why am I always a mess around you?” Ryleigh laughs, wiping her hand over her mouth before stepping away to wash her hands. “Everything’s ready, so once you’re done with that, we can eat,” she suggests while playing the roasted vegetable next to the steak. Utensils are grabbed, plates are carried to the table. Bowls are placed next to the plates for the salad. All appliances have been turned off. “Alright, come, come, have a seat,” she waves him over as she shrugs out of her cardigan because it’s warm in the apartment now.  Her arms are bare, an ugly thin scar following the length of her forearm of her left arm from her elbow to two inches above her wrist, and there’s a sliver of skin between her shirt and the high waist of her jeans. “Thank you for helping me,” Ryleigh smiles at him, serving them both a small bowl of the salad.

BEAR

Bear watched her face and wishes he would reached up and smoothed the pad of his thumb across her lip so he would know if it was as soft as it looks. But that’s definitely not something you do to a stranger when you’re in their house and they’ve done nothing but be nice to you. Maybe Ryleigh was like this with everyone. Maybe she was one of those girls who just didn’t know how to not to move through the world in a way that seemed like he was always flirting—he’d know them, there was nothing wrong with that aside from the fact that it was confusing, but it would’ve ultimately been his problem. He wants to tell her she’s not a mess but he knows his tone wouldn’t be right so he doesn’t, instead glancing at his finished work before he cross the room to the table. He sits down across from her, wondering how the hell it ended up this way—weren’t first hangouts normally concerts or drinks or movies, platonic or otherwise?—before he moved his napkin to his lap and looks at her. His eyes trace briefly over the scar, careful to look away quickly so she won’t catch him staring. “I barely did anything,” he said, glad to have something to think about other than all of the new skin he can see. “This is like...all fucking out though,” he said, watching her put salad into his bowl. “You honestly didn’t need to do all this, you could’ve put a hot dog in front of me and I’d’ve been grateful.”

RYLEIGH

"You did enough!" She's quick to argue lightly, no real heat in her voice. "You definitely helped, trust me. I know I didn't need to, but I like doing things like this. Food is a universal language because we all have to eat it and why not be able to share what I know?" Ryleigh shrugs gently, reaching for her fork before she realizes she'd left the steak sauce in the fridge. "Oh, wait," she stands from the table to rush back to the kitchen, another tug of the refrigerator door and she's grabbing the bottle of A1 from the door, a bottle of water for herself, and another beer for him just in case his was warm now. Returning, she drops back into her seat after setting the beer in front of him, the water in front of her and the steak sauce in the middle of the table. "Try it without the sauce, first, but just in case you prefer it with," she suggests, lips pulled into a knowing grin. Any time she's made steak in the past, nobody has had to eat sauce with it, and isn't that a testament to a truly well cooked steak, flavoring and all? "Tell me something about you, Bear. Anything you want to tell me," Ryleigh questions after taking a bite of her salad, eager to get to know all there is to know about this mysterious human in front of her.

BEAR

Bear likes that she doesn’t seem to roll over when he disagrees with her, doesn’t do that thing that girls sometimes do when they scoff and then act like they’d meant to be saying the thing you were saying the whole time. He had spent time with girls who’d been that way, he’d watched his friends back home marry them. He liked a bit of a background, someone who seemed like they’d fight him if they thought he was wrong. He finds it admirable. He watches her get up, already knowing he wouldn’t touch the sauce—it was basically sacrilegious as far as he was concerned, and he knew by the smell that it was well seasoned. He looks at the beer, deciding the break the rule he set earlier as he grabs his keys from his pocket and pops the cap off, setting it next to his knife before he took a sip. “Tell me about you instead,” he shakes his head, picking up his fork to take a bite of his salad as well, tasting the dressing and thinking about how it had tasted different on his skin earlier. He chews before going on, “How d’you like it here?”

RYLEIGH

He deters from answering her question, which could mean he's not the type to ever talk about himself or he merely doesn't have anything he's itching to share. Or he simply doesn't want her to know, but if he truly didn't want to spend time with her, he wouldn't have allowed himself to come to dinner... right? Ryleigh bats away those momentary thoughts, because she's not about to let her own insecurities ruin a perfectly good meal. "It's different. I grew up in Kentucky and then lived in New York for a few years and I guess you could say Dayton's almost a happy medium between the two? Not quite big city, but certainly not a small town by any means." She answers after swallowing her first bite. "Honestly, I only moved here at first because my brother lives here and my friend Sadie convinced me I'd fall in love. I've been here two months already and... I'm not in love with the city, yet, but I guess I can see how it grows on people."

BEAR

Bear listens to her answer as he takes another bite, liking the way her voice sounds and the careful way she seems to talk. He watches her, fork hovering above his bowl of salad, next bite temporarily forgotten as he tries to imagine her in Kentucky, a place he’s only ever heard about on the news and in school. That would explain the accent then. He wonders where her brother is now, whether he’s going to show up and Bear is going to have to awkwardly introduce himself as a guy who once ran into his sister at a bakery looking for a coffee. He lets those thoughts ebb away though, nodding a little at her answer as he tires to think of something worthwhile to say. “This isn’t the forever place then?” He prompts.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh leans back in her chair, her legs crossed beneath the table at her knees, and she chews and swallows down the bite of her vegetables she'd just taken before answering him. "I wouldn't say it's a forever place? I don't know, honestly. I kind of left New York on a whim with no destination in mind." She answers, a shadow of quiet in her usually bright gaze as her eyes drop away from him to settle on her plate instead. Nobody knows her truth. Cooper knows a little bit, but not enough to really know anything beyond making his own assumptions. "I called Sadie my second day on the road and she convinced me to make the trek cross country, and here I am." Ryleigh adds, a soft almost laugh rolling off of her tongue before she pushes another smile onto her lips and raises her eyes to his once more. "What about you? Is Dayton a forever place for you?"

BEAR

Bear listens, brows drawing together ever so slightly at the change in her voice and demeanor, wondering if there was more to the story than she’s telling him. He knows without giving it a second thought that there almost certainly is, but he doesn’t push, instead nodding to show her he’s listening and taking a sip of his beer and snorting a little bit at her question. “No. I don’t know if there’s such thing as a forever place for me, but if there is I know it’s not this,” he answers confidently, spearing a bite of steak on his fork and eating it, making a pleased sound. “So good,” he complements, wiping his mouth.

RYLEIGH

She's not sure why his answer disappoints her. Dayton isn't really one of those places anybody should be settling down in, let alone someone who wants more out of life. From what she's seen, what she's heard... there's a chance Ryleigh won't last a year in Dayton, let alone six months, but to know Bear probably won't be around for long, either... however long that might be? "Out of all of the places you've been, what's been your favorite?" Ryleigh questions then, her smile warming genuinely as he takes a bite of the steak for the first time. His compliment warms her, and she appreciates his enthusiasm - ignoring how that familiar tingle behind her naval only grows when that pleased sound rumbles in his throat.

BEAR

Bear thinks about the question, running through the mental queue of places he’d been since he’d left Alaska. It takes him a moment before he answers, never having really given thought to the places he’d been in terms of liking one over the other....at the time, they’d just been moments, transitory. “For a couple of months in my early twenties, I ended up on an island off the coast of Washington state called Vashon,” he begins, pausing to take a sip of his beer. “It’s small, only about forty square miles, only about 10,000 people,” he adds, cutting his steak now. “I worked in a brewery there for six months...I liked it a lot. It was probably the easiest living I’ve ever had—only worked one job, rented a trailer from a farmer and lived out behind his lot...” he trailed off. “Uncomplicated,” he said, taking another bite of steak.

RYLEIGH

Fascinated by him, Ryleigh leans forward as she cuts into her own steak, able to take a few bites of the meat while listening to him answer her question. She's surprised he does, considering how he'd skipped over her last one. "It sounds beautiful... life being uncomplicated for a while," she sighs wistfully, digging into her potatoes then. "Have you ever considered settling down somewhere? Or do you feel like you'll always constantly be moving?" She rubs her free hand against the top of her thigh out of habit, brushing away an invisible itch against her palm.

BEAR

Bear thinks of Ryleigh in a bakery with icing on her chin and wonders how complicated her life is now, knows that there must be more to what’s going on with her than she’s saying if she doesn’t feel like life’s uncomplicated. “It was,” he agrees when she says life like that sounded beautiful. It had been. He looks over at her, taking a bite of his vegetables before he answers. “I’m not sure,” he says honestly, meeting her eye. “In some ways I’m tired of starting over. In others, not being able to start over sounds awful.”

RYLEIGH

She hums softly, thoughts drifting toward a life where she doesn't have to constantly feel on edge. Worried one wrong move is going to send her hurdling back a hundred feet and completely negate all the progress she's made thus far. An uncomplicated life. Living in Dayton is the most uncomplicated her life has been, if you don't count the sudden surfacing of a sister she hasn't seen in six years and her brother, who's love triangle woes had left Ryleigh's head spinning the moment she'd moved in with him a few weeks ago. "Alright, if you could pick anywhere in the world you'd want to start over and put down roots, to make a home, where do you think that'd be?" She questions next, finishing off her salad after the query as left her lips before she's reaching for her bottle of water to cleanse her palette with.

BEAR

Bear thinks about putting down roots and is surprised when he doesn’t know what to say. He opens his mouth, waiting for an opinion to come out, and....nothing. He takes a sip of the beer for something to do, shaking his head a little as he tries to come up with something. “I don’t know,” he answers honestly. “Not a specific place, but I’d like to live somewhere where it’s cold at least half the year...maybe have a cabin, a little bit of land, something near the water, some kind of rocky beach or a lake...” he trails of, surprised that he’s said this given that he’d never really given it a second thought.

RYLEIGH

He paints a pretty picture. Somewhere cold, a cabin in the middle of nowhere. She can picture him there, in the middle of winter, in the snow and she smiles warmly in response to the image she paints in her head of him. "I can see that for you... it sounds nice." Ryleigh appraises, taking a few more bits of her steak before she's more than ready to set aside the rest of her meal and dig in to the dessert. She's always had a bit of a sweet tooth. "My ultimate dream is to own my own bistro in Paris. I don't know that it will actually ever happen, but it's a nice thought. My back up plan, though, is to find a nice coastal town in Maine or Vermont, and open up a bakery there. I loved winters in New York and there's something magical about eating a warm pastry in the middle of winter with a good cup of coffee, snow falling around you," she sighs wistfully, rubbing her thumb along the side of her plate.

BEAR

Bear smiles a little at her as she talks about how she’d live, totally able to imagine her in what he thinks Paris must be like and also somewhere on a coast. He can’t help but acknowledge, somewhere deep in the back of his mind, that her second-best option sounds a little similar to his. He doesn’t like his mind linger on that though, instead nodding at her. “From what I know of you, both of those fit,” he says before finishing his last bite of steak, sitting back from the table.

RYLEIGH

His words make her smile widen and when he leans back in his chair, she's far too happy that he's managed to eat everything. "So... what did you think?" She motions toward the empty plate, her own nearly empty, but there's still a few bites of steak left, a couple forkfuls of potato and one or two roasted vegetables. "Do you have room for dessert or do you want to hold off for now?" Ryleigh adds, leaning back in her own chair to take a few more sips from her water bottle.

BEAR

“You’re a fantastic cook,” Bear says genuinely, smiling a little as she leans back and his posture matches hers. “I’m full up right now, Meadows, couldn’t take another bite if I tried,” he says, taking a sip of his beer before he places it back down on the table and folds his arms across his chest.

RYLEIGH

Clapping her hands together, his compliment has her beaming so brightly, her cheeks hurt a little from smiling so much around him. "Dessert later then. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Any time you want another home cooked meal, just let me know. I'm your girl," she offers, standing to start clearing the empty dishes. She can store whats left over on the sides for Bear to take home with him, or if he doesn't want to do that, she knows Aiden will eat them.

BEAR

Bear quickly stands to pick up his own plate, gathering that and his silverware and salad bowl and whatever else he can carry. “Not gonna let you do this too,” he says, brushing past her and shooting her a half smile over his shoulder. “Give me you yours, show me to  soap and a sponge and I can take it from here.”

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh quickly follows after him, carrying her own set of plates to set them down on the counter next to the sink. “You don’t have to! I can wash them,” she tries to tell him, but has a feeling he isn’t going to take no for an answer on this one. “You wash, I dry?” She suggests a compromise while showing him where all the cleaning supplies are.

BEAR

Bear feels pleased that he’s basically gotten what he wanted, though he can’t think of a single time in his adult life that he’s ever fought anyone to do the dishes. “Deal,” he says, meeting her eye for a beat before he turns on the warm water and squirts soap on the sponge, wetting it before he starts on a plate. He cleans it, eyes going over it once more to be sure, before he passes it to her, not minding the quiet.

RYLEIGH

She usually hates allowing anyone to clean up after her messes, but the compromise she makes keeps her close to him. Something she shouldn’t aim for, but finds she wants to be as close to him as possible. Ryleigh dries the first plate carefully, setting it to the side, waiting for another. She’s chewing on her lower lip as the silence settles around them, contemplating where the evening might take them next.

BEAR

Bear works on his own plate next, scrubbing it in the same methodical way and rinsing before he handed it off to Ryleigh, liking the way that her hands felt cool on his even as he tries to actively ignore it. After a few moments, he fills the silence. “So what did Dayton do before you became the unofficial welcoming committee?” he says tone light and voice a little quieter than before because she’s so close. The question is a joke, rhetorical, but somewhere in the back of his mind Bear knows he’s asking if she does this often.

RYLEIGH

She takes the next plate, drying that one as well, setting it onto the one she’s already dried. His voice breaks the silence, a pleasurable sound she definitely wants to hear more of as she laughs quietly. “I’m not sure, actually? I mean who doesn’t want to be welcomed with a home cooked meal? It’s funny, actually,” she answers, taking the next dish from him to dry that one as well, “about a month ago I actually ran into someone at the grocery store who asked me for advice on a meal to help him get laid. He had a friend he was inviting over and wanted to cook dinner for, so I helped him out together this spaghetti meal. It was probably one of the most fascinating interactions I’ve had with someone.” Ryleigh finishes with fond sigh, reaching for the next dish, but when the remnants of water coats her fingers, she playfully flicks the couple drops in his direction. “I’m sure you’ve received all kinds of welcoming committees, though, with a smile like yours.”

BEAR

For some reason, hearing her talking about helping someone get laid makes Bear laugh before he can stop himself. He grins, shaking his head a little and looking down at her. “So you basically catered someone else’s date?” He asks, looking amused at this. When she flicks water at him, he sticks his hand under the tap and splashes a little at her before starting to scrub one of the bowls. When she mentions his smile, his grin widens and he lets out a little bit of a snort. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that sounded like a line.”

RYLEIGH

His laugh is even better than his voice, which she didn’t think was at all possible. She wants to hear it again. “Well when you put it that way, yeah.” Ryleigh laughs with him. When he flicks water at her using the tap though, she squeals and holds up the dish in her hand to block whatever he flicks at her. Her mouth drops open, almost surprised he retaliated. “Oh? Is that what you think it sounded like?” The faucet is one of those detachable ones, so while he’s mid scrubbing the bowl, she reaches across to pull it free from the spout and angling it to flick more water at him. Except it’s definitely more of a spray and there’s definitely wet spots on his shirt now. An almost apologetic look dances over her face as she blinks up at him. “Oops?”

BEAR

Bear grins at her agreeing with him, shaking his head a little because he’d expected a fight and hasn’t gotten one which surprises him—why was he always surprised by her? “That’s what I’m certain it sounded like—shit!” He laughs again, reaching for the nozzle in her hand and closing some of the distance between them. He wraps one of his hands around the spout and probably a few of her fingers to block it. “You might’ve just gotten yourself in trouble, Meadows,” he says with a bit of a smirk. “Haven’t you ever heard you should only pick on people your own size?”

RYLEIGH

His hand wraps around the nozzle in her hand, completely encompassing it and a couple of her finger in the process, but she’s far too focused on how the distance between them has definitely lessened and he’s smirking down at her. “I grew up with three siblings in the middle of the country... you think I can’t handle a little trouble, Everett?” She responds in kind, an easy smirk on her own lips, even as she tries to wiggle the nozzle free from his grip. “Are you kidding me? Picking on people my own size isn’t fun, besides... I never pick in anyone. You’re just easy.” Ryleigh teases, closing a bit more of the distance, dishes clearly forgotten for the moment.

BEAR

Bear’s smirk widens as she calls him by his last name and struggles against his grip—he’s definitely not letting up though he’s ready to let go at any moment if it was hurting her. “Oh, so I’m a special target then?” He asked, cocking a brow at her as she moved closer. “Sort of rude, inviting someone over only to pick on them,” he adds, meeting her gaze, impressed by her confidence and the fact that she hadn’t backed down.

RYLEIGH

When his smirk widens, Ryleigh swears everything around her fades as she zeros in on that smirk. Nothing else matters except this moment because he’s teasing her, and she doesn’t feel threatened. Anyone else his size, with his strength, would’ve made her cower and flinch away. Or maybe she’d just found a lot more backbone since she left New York. “You could say that, and I’m not really picking on you. You could easily turn the tables on me,” she points out, motioning to where he still has a firm grip on the nozzle and her hand, water dripping down her arm and over his hand. “Or leave if you’re feeling really put out,” Ryleigh adds, but there’s a small, knowing smile on her face as she slips closer, pressing her tiny frame against his own.

BEAR

Bear’s not sure what he expected when he offered to do the dishes, but it for damn sure wasn’t this. He didn’t think the front of his shirt would be damp and he didn’t think that he’d be registering it was damp because he could feel Ryleigh’s body pressing to his and his shirt pressing to his skin in turn. He looks down at her, wondering what the hell was going on...well, the back of his head was wondering that. Most of his mind was on the fact that he wants to know what it would be like to be pressed to her like this without any fabric between them, her skin on his. “I don’t scare easy,” he said, prying the nozzle from her hand with both of his now, eyes still on hers.

RYLEIGH

Honestly, she can’t even say what had possessed her to even start this in the first place. Maybe to see how he’d react to a little spontaneity, maybe to see how he’d react to her taking a little leap of faith regarding the tension between them. She has to tip her head back to look up at him, golden tresses spilling down her back when she does, her gaze heavy on his own. “You don’t seem the type that would,” Ryleigh agrees, and instead of letting her hand drop away, she moves it forward to brush her fingers against the damp material of his shirt.

BEAR

“Seems like you might not be the type either,” Bear says, not sure if he’s even making sense anymore because now she’s touching him, a spot at his abdomen, and his body is tensing under her touch but he’s also leaning into it. Without breaking eye contact, he reaches back and lets go of the nozzle so it retracts back in place, one hand on the counter, the other hovering at his side as he wonders if he should touch her or not.

RYLEIGH

Oh. She’s definitely the type who scares easy, but she’s not scared of him. Ryleigh is surprised he releases the nozzle to put it back, and she instinctively reaches out to shut the water off, but never once takes her gaze from his. His body is tense under her small hand, which lifts away from his abdomen to find the ink on his arm instead. Delicate pads trace what she can see, her body angling toward his enough so her front is against his front. “You don’t scare me.” A gentle shrug, lower lip slipping between her teeth again as her other hand rises to the spot the one on his arm had left previously.

BEAR

Bear watches her and feels her hand on his arm and he’s wondering how, about an hour ago, he was thinking about how the girl was smiley and cute and now she’s touching his arm and now he’s totally lost track of himself. He tries to push the thoughts out of his head, focusing on the fact that he was there for dinner, they don’t really know each other, how the fuck old was she...but then he watched her teeth go against her lip and all thoughts of anything else, all resolve, are absolutely gone. “No?” He asks, raising a brow at her as he moves a hand to hook a finger through her belt loop, holding her to him.

RYLEIGH

Definitely no, Ryleigh thinks, because she’s not scared right now. Especially when he hooks his finger into her belt loop, holding her body against his.  She’s very aware of every breath she takes, because each one has her chest moving slightly against his abdomen, which only makes her wish she’d decided on a bra this evening. “No.” She answers plainly, for the first time not thinking about anything other than the fire under her skin. She’s not worried about her scars or how damaged she is, because fuck, she’s so damaged. “Do I scare you?” Ryleigh hears herself ask as she shifts against him, her neck aching from having to look up at him for so long, but it’s worth it.

BEAR

Bear isn’t sure if she scares him or not, he doesn’t even know where to start to answer that question. Because he can feel her chest against him and her body is soft and he’s really thinking now about what it would be like for all of this fucking fabric to be gone. Because he can feel her breathing and she’s looking up at him and he doesn’t know what to do with any of this. He drops his hand, glad he’s able to convince himself that he needs to get the fuck out of there, taking a step backwards to give her some excuse but then his eyes are tripping over her body and he hasn’t even realized he’d said “Fuck it, c’mere,” aloud before he’s hooked a finger back through her belt loop and closed the distance, mouth going hard to hers before he can really even register what he’s doing.

RYLEIGH

There’s something there between them. Some tension buzzing in the air around him and she’s almost certain he’s going to do something, but then he drops his hand and disappointment is sharp and potent. As quickly as it starts to spread and she’s trying to get a handle on her sanity, he’s back, hooking his finger in her belt loop, tugging her sharply and then his mouth is hot and hard against her own. A little whimper crawls into her throat as she rises onto her tip toes in an attempt to get closer to him, to the warmth of his mouth. One of her small hands rises to curl around the back of his thick neck and she’s never felt more tiny than she does now, returning the kiss with fervor and pressing the length of her entire, supple frame flush against him - muscle and strength.

BEAR

Bear hadn’t even let himself think about what he would do if he’s somehow read all of this wrong and she wasn’t into it so when she kisses him back, when she’s putting her hands on him and he’s backing her up against the counter, hunching a little at the shoulders so he can keep his mouth level to hers, tongue pushing into her mouth to stroke over hers as his hands spread open to either side of her waist. He absently realizes how tiny her waist is as he pushes the tips of his fingers under the fabric at her back and sides, grunting a little because her skin is smooth and it feels good under the calluses on his hands.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh wants to touch him everywhere. His mouth is demanding against her own, his hulking frame backing her against the counter and the same flare of heat she’d felt when that same tongue if his flicked against the tip of her finger earlier becomes a raging inferno, there’s no denying she wants him. He tastes of  beer and herbs and spices and she’s ravenous, her tongue playing with his own because she wants to drown in the taste of him. She’s so enthralled by his mouth, she misses his hands on her waist, on his calloused fingers grazing her soft skin. This would be the moment she tenses, the moment she drags wandering hands from exploring further, to find the blemished skin beneath the waist of her jeans at her lower back, and further. Ryleigh doesn’t tense, but rather pushes herself even closer until she’s sure he can feel how hard her nipples are against his abdomen.

BEAR

Bear grunts again against her mouth as he feels her against him, feels her nipples against him and the idea of getting her naked is suddenly the absolute only thing on his mind, getting him hard as he slips a hand higher up under her shirt, fingers kneading into the skin at the small of her back. He finds himself almost annoyed at stooping over her so, without breaking the kiss, he moves his hands to her waist again and lifts her onto the counter, pleased that they’re almost level now, one of his hands going to a knee so he can push her legs apart and step between them so they’re close again.

RYLEIGH

Fuck. Ryleigh gasps against his mouth when he lifts her onto the counter without breaking the kiss between them. Her thighs part willingly, allowing him access between them, both of her arms wrapping around his broad shoulders to pull him closer still, as if he can’t get close enough at all. In a moment of need, she nips at his lower lip, curls one of her legs around his waist and arches her his toward his in a way that definitely makes her feel how much he’s enjoying this. Ryleigh whimpers into his mouth, one of her hands shifting into his hair because she wants to explore every inch of him.

BEAR

When she arches against him, Bear’s body takes control and he rolls his hips against hers a little, friction doing wonders on his end on the one hand...on the other, it just makes him realize how badly he wants to be fucking her, how irritating it was to have clothes on when she was making sounds like the one that just came out of her mouth. He smoothes a hand along her body from her back to her abdomen, fingers spreading open against her navel over the fabric covering her before he inched it higher, thumb brushing over her nipple through her shirt, teasing her through the fabric as he kissed her deeply.

RYLEIGH

That friction against her, of him rolling his hips and pressing the tightness of her jeans against her heat, makes her moan and claw at his shoulder, as it’ll convince him to never stop. His entire hand is warm against her, touching her, crawling up her torso until—- “Bear, please,” she moans with a gasp, breaking the kiss because her lungs burn and his thumb is teasing at her nipple, so hard and sensitive to touch. Her once glossed lips are now pink and swollen, her skin flushed the prettiest shade of pink which definitely disappears beneath the high neck collar of her poor excuse for a shirt. Ryleigh dips her head, rolling her hips into his to grind herself against him, brushing her mouth along the scruff of his jaw.

BEAR

He’s normally more measured than this, normally in the mood to tease and take his good ole time, to hold off at first to build the tension. But the tension is already there, has been building since he walked in the door if he’s being honest with himself, and there’s not a single part of him that wants to pretend that delaying being inside of her would make it better. When she says his name, all he can think about is getting her to say it again. He drops a hand to the button of her jeans, flicking it open and undoing the zipper, hand going down the front of the flap to touch her over her underwear, fingers teasing over the fabric for a moment before they’re pressing firmer, rubbing against the layer between his skin and hers in time with the roll of her hips.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh’s fingers tighten their grip on his hair the moment his hand sinks into her jeans. She shouldn’t be surprised at how quickly he’d managed to do just that, thick fingers pressing firm over her panties and she’s no doubt he can feel how wet she is through them. She’s been that way since he first put his mouth on her finger. “Fuck,” she whimpers, her head falling back against the cabinet behind her. Sex is never about her. Her pleasure has never really mattered and she’s always... it’s been so ingrained into her at this point, she almost feels bad she’s not giving him anything in return.  Her free hand reaches between the press her palm flush against his own arousal, desperate to make him feel half as good as she feels right now.

BEAR

Bear groans a little when he feels how wet she is. He doesn’t take more than a moment to reach his hand back up and slide it down the front of her underwear, swearing under his breath at how the wetness felt against her skin instead of the fabric that had been in the way before. While he knows what he’s doing, there’s nothing particularly measured or calculated about the way that his fingers work because all he wants to do is touch her, to get her to keep make the sounds she’s been making. He moves his fingers down along her folds, then teases against her clit at the same time she touches him through his jeans and he makes a low sound in the back of his throat, free hand working into the hair at the base of her neck to twine it through his fingers relatively tightly.

RYLEIGH

If there was a way to keep him touching her like this forever, she would find it. His fingers are thick and rough as they slide over her bare skin, the contrast of them against her clit sending sparks through her entire body as she trembles beneath his touch. Combined with his fingers slipping tightly into her hair at the base of her neck, and the low sound in his throat, Ryleigh’s dizzy with pleasure. Desperate to touch him, too, she’s much more clumsy in unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, but soon she’s pushing beneath layers of fabric until her tiny hand curls around his cock - skin hot and hard against her palm. She’s throbbing under his touch, aching in a way she can’t ever remember feeling before, wanting him to shift his fingers further, to push them inside of her, to fuck her. Her hand squeezes around him gently, working along the length of him and his clothes in the way only forces another whimper from her.  “Bear,” she gasps, his name a plea, but she’s not sure for what, exactly.

BEAR

God, he likes the way she says his name, her breathing scant and her voice filling the kitchen. When she touches him, he feels like he’s firing on all cylinders—the smooth skin of her hand curling around him makes him press his hips harder to the touch. He knows he’s hung, definitely more so than a lot of guys, and he has a fleeting thought about wanting to see her hand—small as it was—wrapped around his cock. But more than that, he wants it inside of her, basically any part of hm inside of her at this point. He moves his mouth to her neck, sucking hard enough that he knows he’ll leave a mark just below her ear, at the same time that he slides a finger inside of her, instantly aware of how tight she feels around him as his broad finger fills her up. He works over her for a moment, still kissing at her neck, before he adds a second.

RYLEIGH

Her jeans aren’t offering a lot of room for him to move around, but there’s almost something entirely too sexy about how he doesn’t let that deter him. His mouth falls against her neck, teeth and lips sucking hard enough at the sensitive skin, she can’t quiet her louder moan this time. Crying out for him as her pussy clenches tight around that single, thick finger inside of her. Ryleigh is writhing against his hand, trembling under him, as he slowly adds another finger, stretching her around him, her while her hand stutters along his cock, trying to keep up, but failing miserably. Instead, there’s a heady moment when she swirls her thumb around the head of him, gathering what’s already leaking from him onto her thumb before dragging her hand away from him entirely and popping her thumb past her lips, just to taste him.

BEAR

Bear had thought that he had a decent amount of self control before, but when he feels her thumb slide against the head of his cock, when he watches it go into her mouth, self control be damned. In spite of how badly he doesn’t want to, Bear pulls his fingers out of her and moves to strip her jeans off of her, mind entirely alight with the idea of being inside of her, at what it would feel like to have her grinding against his cock instead of his hand. “You need to take these the fuck off,” he says, voice hoarse and husky as he meets her eye and tugs on the denim at her waist, hands already gravitating back toward her as he slips one past the hem of her shirt, fingers pressing firmly and insistently against her abdomen, tracing the underside of her breast, taking this opportunity to tease her only as it distracts him from the time it’s taking to get her jeans off of her.

RYLEIGH

Her hips chase after his fingers when she removes them from her, a pout finding her mouth as soon as they’re gone. She meets his gaze, her own hooded and glazed with want. If the look in his eyes hadn’t been enough for convince her, the growl in his throat is, a new wave of need soaking her panties. They’re ruined now. They’ve got to be with out insatiably turned on she feels. Ryleigh scrambles to push her jeans from her hips, his fingers teasing at her bare skin so fucking distracting. There’s a bed not thirty feet away, but she can’t be bothered to suggest they move when he’s touching her like this. Soon enough she’s got her jeans almost completely off, struggling with one ankle before fabric thuds heavily to the floor, leaning Ryleigh in a pair of navy blue lace panties soaked through the center and a her top which barely covers anything at all anymore.  Ryleigh peels her shirt over her head for good measure... baring her full breasts, peaked with pretty pink nipples aching to be touched. She’s flushed and panting and paying no mind to the fact that she’s just gotten nearly naked with him when that never happens with anyone... not so soon and definitely not without a “no questions” promise.

BEAR

As she pulls her clothing off, Bear moves to kiss her heatedly, mouth hard and insistent against hers as he he reaches back behind him to tug his shirt off over his head because now that he’s seen her breasts, the color of her skin pink and pale at the same time, he wants to feel it against his. He’s built—he’s basically had to be given how much manual labor he’s done in his life, chest broad and hard, tattoos covering the majority of it and arching up to his arms down along the cords of muscle on his back. Once his shirt is pooled on the floor, he leans down and brings his mouth to her clavicle, tongue following the line where the bone protrudes slightly from her skin down to the center of her chest, lips hot as he moves his hands back to her and slides one down along her back underneath her underwear to grab at her ass firmly, squeezing the skin there as he draws her to him.

RYLEIGH

She wants to explore all of him. Every inch of hard, toned skin that’s revealed, drag her tongue along the lines of the ink on his flesh. Such a stark contrast in comparison to her own; a small shooting star on her hip, her Gemini tattoo on her shoulder blade. Her small hands find purchase on his skin, unsure where to start, merely knowing she needs to touch him, as his mouth falls against her skin. Ryleigh, in the throes of what he invokes in her, doesn’t even stiffen as she usually would when his fingers ghost over her lower back to curve against the plush skin of her ass. Both legs are around his waist, her hands falling to help push at the fabric of his jeans, needing them gone. Needing him inside of her.

BEAR

Bear shifts his hips to get his jeans off of him, the denim falling to the floor with a heavy sound thanks to the weight of his keys and wallet. He's wearing boxer briefs, the fabric stretched over the hard curve of his ass, waistband slung low at the v of his waist.  They were tight under normal circumstances, even more so now that she has him hard and straining against the elastic fabric. He pulls away from her long enough to pull her panties from her, breathing hitching a little as his fingers register the wetness before he adds them to the pile of clothes on the floor, and then he's kissing her hand, palm of his hand coming to one of her breasts as he teases his fingers across her nipple, admiring the peak and the weight of her in his hand as he pulls her to him by her ass again.

RYLEIGH

They’ll probably laugh at the absurdity of their inability to even make it out of the damn kitchen before they’re naked, but the hunger in his eyes, the way he touches her, Ryleigh is not keen on changing anything about this moment. Her eyes drink him in, his boxer briefs giving everything and nothing away and as her little fingers hook under the waistband and she pushes at the fabric, she has a brief, solid moment of ‘Jesus fuck, he’s not going to fit.’ He’s.... impressive and she’s tiny, but she’s so wet she can feel the slickness between her thighs without even pressing them together. Her heart stutters when he kisses her hand, his fingers dragging over one of her nipples, drawing a deeper, needier whimper from her. She dips her head, lips caressing over one muscled pec then the other as she rolls her hips forward in the same moment he grabs her ass and she call feel the hot, heavy length of his cock teasing the swollen lips of her cunt. It’s euphoric, her body shuddering against his and Jesus Christ she might die here.

BEAR

If he's not inside her soon, he thinks he might literally lose his mind. He normally would ask, normally would know from the time he walked in the door of an apartment or climbed into the backseat of a car that sex was on the table, but right now he feels so turned on, so frustrated that he takes his cock in his hand and lines it up with her opening, teasing the head over her clit and along her folds for a couple of seconds--much shorter than he normally would, but he doesn't have restraint in him now--before he pushes inside her and groans louder than he has since he first put his hands on her. She's impossibly tight, the sensation of being fully surrounded by hot, wet velvet the only thing he can focus on for a moment even as his eyes come up to hers.

RYLEIGH

She wants more of that sound, from more of him, and she knows she can’t possibly get any closer than she already is. He pushes into her and she can feel every solid inch, her slick walls drawing tighter around him because he’s... and she’s.... Ryleigh’s small hands lift to clutch at his broad shoulders, clinging to him as he meets her gaze and she swears she could come undone from that look alone. She shifts a little once she feels comfortable enough, even though there’s that slight pressure from how big he is in comparison to her small body. “Please, Bear... I want to feel you,” she whimpers, leaning into him to kiss his neck, his shoulders, nipping at his Adam’s apple, all while still clinging to him and practically dripping onto his cock since she’s only growing that much more desperate for him.

BEAR

Hearing her say his name, the way the words sounded mixed with the plea makes him want to tease her so she'll do it more, makes him want her to beg him...but he can't because he wants it just as much. So he rolls his body to hers, pulling out almost entirely before pushing himself back in deeper than before, somehow even harder than he'd been when he'd first entered her. One of his hands goes back up into her hair, tangling his fingers in the strands firmly as holds her in place to the counter, mouth hot as he sucks hard at a spot where her neck and shoulder meet, breaths coming ragged through his nose.

RYLEIGH

Her eyes flutter as the pleasure rockets through her, the sensation of his skin against hers, of his length moving inside of her nearly enough to make her see stars. Is that even possible? Slender fingers curl into his shoulders, blunt nails biting into thick muscle and there’s a chance he doesn’t even feel it, but she clings heavily to him as nonsensical little moans and whimpers begin pouring out of her. One hand dives into her hair again, holding on so firmly her pussy pulses around him because she likes it, likes that he’s not letting her writhe like she wants to. He’s holding her there, fucking into her so slowly she thinks she might go insane from desire, from a hunger so profound she can’t stop trembling against him. She arches her back when his mouth falls back to her skin, her nails dragging down his bicep in response before her small hand clings to him there, moaning his name, pleading for more.

BEAR

Bear likes that Ryleigh is vocal, likes that her hands are soft and her skin is soft and God, literally every part of her his hand finds makes him want to find another place, wants to test if every inch of her feels as good as the last. He likes that he can feel her tight around the diameter of his cock, squeezing him hard as he fucks her, no matter if he's pushing into her shallowly or angling his hips up so the tip strokes over her g spot. His teeth leave a pattern of shallow marks in their wake, he's nipping at her but not hard enough to bruise, just enough so she can feel it and he can muffle the groans that are falling past his lips faster than he can try to stop them.

RYLEIGH

This is torture. Every moment wrapped around him is torture in the purest, most pleasurable form, and it's glorious. She's intoxicated - is this why people crave it so much? - by the feel of him, by how he can keep her on the edge with his shallow thrusts and then make her moan loudly enough she's sure the neighbors can hear her every time the tip of his cock nudges against that sensitive spot inside of her. Goosebumps kiss her skin under his lips, her fingers traipsing over his skin, gripping and curving, exploring as he fucks her on the kitchen counter. They're making a mess of the surface, too, because she can feel how slick she is, how there must be a fucking spot on the counter now because of it, but none of that matters as she bucks tries to buck toward him, his hard grip keeping her from doing so. "Do you want me to come, Bear?" She whimpers breathlessly, her sweet voice curling around the words with ease. She'll be embarrassed about them later, but right now? She's in the moment and he feels so good inside of her. "Do you want me to come on your cock?" Then her lower lip is between her teeth again, attempting to stifle another moan as he nudges against her g-spot once more, her thighs trembling as she teeters on the edge, so fucking close.

BEAR

Bear’s pretty sure he’s never wanted to make someone come more in his life. He’s pretty sure that this is the first time in a long time he’s fucked someone sober, actually truly paid attention to what his body was doing aside from the most basic actions. He pulls back to look at her, hand moving from her hair to her jaw, thumb against her chin and fingers along the angle leading to her neck—his touch isn’t firm though, there’s only enough pressure to tilt her head so she has basically no choice but to meet his eye. “I want you...” he began, slowing his strokes but easing up on how he was holding her so she could move against him freely, hand on her ass still guiding her in place, “to come all over my cock,” he says, the words punctuating another stroke.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh's breath stutters when his hand shifts, his thumb a heavy presence on her chin, his fingers long enough to spread down the angle of her neck. All he has to do is shift his hand a little lower, wrap his fingers around her neck and-- she flutters around him again, hoping he can feel exactly what his touch is doing to her and she dips her head instead, soft, still kiss swollen, pink lips wrapping around his thumb as she stares right into those dark eyes. His strokes slow, and he punctates his statement with another broad, slow stroke, making her eyes roll back for half a second. Ryleigh whines, canting her hips when she's given the freedom, fucking herself on his cock with a much faster pace than he'd been using while still trying to savor how he feels inside of her. One of her hands falls away from his body to sink between her quivering thighs, skin slick with her arousal, fingers finding her aching little clit with ease to circle the sensitive bundle. "Please? Please can I?" Ryleigh pleads with a breathy moan in her sugary sweet cadence, eyelids fluttering, gaze heavy on his. He's already said he wants it. She wants him to give her the permission to do it.

BEAR

When Bear feels her lips wrap around his thumb, all he can do his grunt a long sigh, the word that comes out his mouth guttural and almost hoarse. “Fuckkk,” he groans, the word a long and drawn out exhale as he lets his eyes fall over her body. He lets her move against him, feeling his cock swell at the combination of the sounds she was making, the rhythm of her body against his, how her tight body looked where they were connected. He watches her work her hand over her clit for a moment before he moved it out of the way moving his fingers to the spot instead so he can circle the spot instead, fingers moving over her smoothly from her wetness in spite of how rough they were, wanting to be the sole reason she got off. Bear nods at her, leaning down to kiss her briefly before catching her lower lip between his teeth and pulling back. “Come,” he said in a tone that would’ve sound like a command but was in fact a plea because she feels so good around him and he wants to watch her fall apart.

RYLEIGH

His reaction to her, as if he actually enjoys seeing her like this - desperate to come on his cock like it's the only thing in the world she needs to be doing - gives her a feeling of euphoria and one she rides as she continues to circle her fingers around her clit. Before she can comprehend anything else, he's pushing her own hand away and replacing the pressure with his heavy thumb, causing her to jerk against him, her walls fluttering as if doing so will convince him to find his own release. He kisses her briefly and Ryleigh's head spins deliciously, another moaning whimper caught in her throat as he bites her lower lip and the commands... pleads? ... for her to come. She shudders heavily, her hands gripping his arms as she follows through a minute later, shattering around his cock, her walls pulsing rhythmically with the aftermath of her pleasure, his name a sharp cry of pleasure rolling off her tongue as her head drops back against the cabinet once more and she succumbs to the tremors claiming her overwrought frame.

BEAR

Bear strokes her through her orgasm, thumb and cock keeping an even, fluid pace against her as he strokes in and out of her. As he feels her tighten somehow even more, he feels a familiar tug at the base of his gut, warmth beginning to pool there as he hitches his hips harder to hers, moving deeper now as he slides in deep, looking down between their bodies as he watches her slide all the way to the base of his cock and then back out again, then again, then again. His muscles are taut from his legs up through his chest, the hand on her face moving to tangle in her hair again as the other grips hard at her ass, fingertips pressing roughly into the supple skin there as he continues to work her over. He groans a little at the feeling of her skin under his hands and it’s not long before his husky voice fills the kitchen. “Fuck, I’m gonna come...”

RYLEIGH

Shuddering through the aftermath of her orgasm, so sensitive as he continues to fuck into her, she's torn between wanting to close her eyes and enjoy the feeling of him or watch him as he continues to enjoy the feeling of her. Watching him watching her, watching them as he sinks into her all the way to the base, only to pull out again, pushes her toward the verge of another orgasm so soon after her first one. She's almost too sensitive, at this point, but he feels incredible and when he simultaneously tangles his fingers in her hair and grips her ass again, an aftershock of need leaves her whimpering for him. "Do it," she encourages, voice breathy and almost needy as her arm wraps around his neck and she pulls him even closer, soft against hard. "Come inside me, Bear... please? Let me feel how good I make you feel," she whispers, brushing her mouth against his jaw, savoring the scratch of his beard against her skin, before she kisses him. As deep and hard as their initial kiss, tongue flicking out over his bottom lip.

BEAR

Knuckles white around where Bear has her hair in a fist, he’s holding onto her firmly but not pulling aside from a little tug at the root, fingers moving over her scalp as he kisses her back, moving against her hard a couple more times before he tips his forward against hers, breaking the kiss. He moves a hand to her breast, palming it and taking the weight of it in his hand as he reaches the edge of his resolve and topples over it, breathing scant as he makes a sound like he’s been hit in the gut, a sharp inhale before he’s mumbling, “Oh fuck, goddamnit, Ryleigh,” and he’s pushed deep inside of her, words, totally gone, feeling her contracting around him still from her orgasm as he comes hard with a groan that reverberates off of the counters and floor, subconsciously realizing that her neighbors might have heard that one.

RYLEIGH

He's overpowering and she's succumbs to every second he spends inside of her. To his hand on her breast, his fingers tugging sharply on her hair encouraging the goosebumps to kiss her skin even more. Ryleigh trembles heavily and swears she feels another, much smaller, orgasm claim her as he comes inside of her. He pushes deep, stills and her arms wrap tight around his shoulders as he groans loudly, the sound echoing in her ears and filling the space of the apartment. Her own breathing is heavy, a fine sheen of sweat coating her skin and she can't stop herself from peppering kisses against his jaw, the side of his face as one of her hands slips up into his hair. Through the haze of lust, this primal need she'd had, she wonders what he'll think of her now. Whether he'll still--- she hadn't meant for this to happen, but there's something about him, something she hadn't been able to ignore. Challenging him probably hadn't been the smartest idea, but god, she doesn't regret it. Regret this. She trembles against him, a chill settling over her body as the cool air of the apartment is finally noticed around them.

BEAR

It’s like coming up for air after being deep underwater when Bear finally comes back to himself. He’s been leaning against her, letting her body and the counter prop him up as his knees had almost buckled when he came. His mind had gone totally bland, as it often did, brain offline to everything except how fucking good everything feels. He stands there like that for a few moments, aware of the sound of his breathing, of her breathing, the spots where their bodies touch that are damp from exertion...and then he realizes he should probably pull back a little so he does, hand in her hair moving over his back as he pulls back a little. Bear flashes her a smile, the expression much less guarded than before, reservation from before almost totally dissipated because he’s loose now and the good afterglow hormones flowing through him have him almost relaxed, more mellow than he’s been in a week. He lets out a short laugh as he meets her eye, shaking his head a little. “Is this part of the Dayton welcome too?” He asked, voice still husky.

RYLEIGH

He pulls back a little and her arms grow slack around him, her hands shifting to drift down over his skin, fingertips tracing the ink on his flesh as her eyes zero in on the ink. Able to really appreciate it now because she's not in some haze induced need for him to fuck her senseless. When her eyes shift back to his face, he's relaxed, that furrow in his brown smooth, and she smiles warmly. She'd done that. Or helped, at the very least, and it makes her proud she's able to have some kind of affect on him. His question pulls a laugh from her, the huskiness in his voice making her stomach clench and her body tight where she's still wrapped around him, because he might've pulled back, but he hasn't slipped out of her, yet. "Not even close. I'm not going to lie and say I haven't had my fair share of experiences in Dayton, but this isn't... you're different." Ryleigh answers with a small shrug, a pink hue staining her cheeks, but this time, from mild embarrassment with herself and not from the pleasure he'd stoked within her.

BEAR

When he feels her clench around him again, he swears quietly under his breath and shifts to slip from her, loosing a short laugh because he’s so sensitive he can barely stand it. He meets her eye again, a line forming along the center of his forehead as his brows pull together slightly. He’s not sure what he thinks of that. He looks her over again, smoothing one of his hands over her thigh, smacking the outside of it lightly before he turns his back to her and picks up his boxer briefs, tugging them back on wordlessly before picking up his phone from the counter and checking the time just for something to do that’s not talking. “Getting late,” He mumbles, not turning back around as he reaches for his jeans.

RYLEIGH

There's that crease again, appearing as quickly as it'd slipped away. She wants to reach for it, to smooth it away, but as quickly as the thought appears to her, he's slipping away, sliding out of her, leaving her empty. Ryleigh has to shut her thighs even as his hand slaps lightly against her skin in order to not be completely obscene because she's sure the combination of her slick and his cum leaking onto the counter would do very little for her sanity right now. Ryleigh watches him turn from her, reach for his boxer briefs and slide them on. Was it late? She'd lost track of time and she doesn't really care how late it is. He reaches for his jeans and sure, Ryleigh could do what she always does. Let him leave, clean up their mess, take a shower and hope the water washes away her tears as she's weighed down by every moment in her life which forces every insecurity to the forefront of her mind. Reminding her why she isn't important, why she's never going to be important. She's not the girl people stick around for; that's just her luck and somewhere along the way, she's learned to accept it. This, though? Watching him reach for his jeans is a kick to her gut she doesn't expect. She feels vulnerable and naked, a dull ache in her lower back, her thighs itching. Ryleigh slips from the counter and makes a split second decision to grab his shirt instead of her own. Easing it over her head, the fabric swallows her small frame, but shields her body down to her thighs, hiding away how damaged she actually is. "You offered me a ride after dinner... does that still stand or is this the part where you pretend this didn't happen with some bullshit excuse like you being too old for me?" Her arms wrap around her body as she leans back against the counter, eyes on his back.(edited)

BEAR

Bear’s surprised by her reaction. Genuinely, truly surprised. He was used to ‘cool girls,’ girls who would go with the flow and nod along, disinterested and detached and happy to let him fuck them and go. That’s what it had been like on the road, that’s what it had been like in Homer, and aside from a 3 month relationship he had his senior year of high school, it’s what it had been like the entirety of his life. He wasn’t used to being held accountable, for anything other than saying the cursory ‘I’ll text you’ to a girl who knew he definitely would not be texting her but she didn’t care. He would get them off, they would get him off, it was an even exchange. Case closed, no hard feelings. And now this. He turned to look at Ryleigh over his shoulder, surprised to see her in his shirt, eyes on the spot where the hem brushed her thighs, noting the color difference between the dark shirt and the color of her skin, like cream or milk or something equally stupid and pseudo poetic. She’s challenging him. Bear doesn’t know what to do with that. He debates making a joke about having already been for a ride but it seemed mean and he knew he didn’t truly mean it. He’s quiet for a beat, maybe a moment too long, just looking at her over his shoulder before he moves his hands to his fly, turning around and buttoning it as he speaks. “Pants and shoes with some kind of hard toe,” he says, jerking his head toward where he guesses her room is.

RYLEIGH

Ryleigh half expects him to say something mean, but she also doesn't believe he will. Not to her, at least, because that's not the vibe she's gotten from him this entire time. Not from their first meeting, or their second, and yeah, maybe it was unprecedented to fuck him so soon, but she's also been the kind of person who's blown a guy in a public bathroom because she could. Because she was good at it. So when he nods toward her bedroom and finally speaks, it takes her a minute to realize what he's saying. Her entire face lights up, though she tries to squash it as she nods, stoops to grab her clothes from the floor and shuffles through the apartment to he bedroom where her suitcase rests. There's a moment she debates cleaning herself up down there, especially because she's a little sore from being stretched so around him. Ryleigh shivers at the thought, removes his shirt to pull on a pair of clean panties, black jeans, a nude bra and a white t-shirt. A black denim jacket is eased on before she's slides her socked feet into a pair of pink combat boots she'd bought in a whim when she first moved to Dayton. She thinks the toe is hard enough at least. His shirt slung over her arm, she's finishing up the braid she'd started on her hair when she finally joins him. "Here," she offers, holding the shirt out to him, which she hopes smells like her when he slips it over his head.

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Not for teacher.

He didn't know exactly how he got here. Well, he did but that didn't make it any less baffling. He stared across at his unusual lunch date and recounted the past few hours.

Mike woke up that morning pretty blah. He was on vacation but all his friends had gone out of town to family. He didn't have anything productive to do and lacked the mental bandwidth to just veg on Netflix. He figured he'd hit the gym early and see where his day took him. He had a productive lift. He didn't hit any PRs but he got a nice pump. He took some pics for instagram and got dressed. It was time for breakfast so he went to a Cafe for some eggs and a coffee. He entered the shop and that's where things went awry.

Mrs. Winter the ice queen. She had been his history teacher in 12th grade. Everyone hated her she was strict to the point of cruelty. She had taken a particular interest in him, making his year a living hell. The real kicker was that at the end of the year she had married Mr. Hann his favorite teacher. Mr. Hann taught math and had opened new doors for him. He owed all of his lifetime math skills to Mr. Hann. To think that rotten bitch was with him was an unthinkable mind fuck.

It took a moment for her to see him but when she did a cruel grinch smile twisted up the corners of her perfectly painted lips. She was impossibly hot, that was for sure. She had a vicious beauty like a comic super villain. She reminded Mike of poison Ivy. Red hair red lips and a body that dropped Jaws. Mr. Hann was more like a Clark Kent. Subtle, demure, a little clumsy, endearing, and built like a truck. He always wore glasses and moccasins a button down and dad jeans. Noone knew how or why they had gotten together.

She got her coffee and walked purposefully over to Mike. She greeted him enthusiastically as if she was unaware of his seething hatred, or didn't care. She asked what he was doing and sneered a little when he told her. Gawd he just wanted to slap her, beat her, and hate fuck her into a coma. As if she could read his mind she said matter of factly, "you want to hurt me." His face must have given away his answer because she said "good, come with me."

Mike felt pulled to follow her. He wanted to walk away and never see her again but some invisible string seemed to be guiding his movement. As they left the coffee shop she said nonchalantly "maybe you can make yourself useful, you really were a poor student." FUCK!

Mike was lost in a fog of rage. He didn't remember getting in her car but here he was outside her house. The house she shared with Mr. Hann. I shouldn't be here he thought. She ushered him inside and before he could stop her kissed him deeply. He pulled away and she slapped him. His head rang as she pulled him back into her kiss. Mike violently grabbed her hair and kissed her back. He took control slamming her against the nearest wall. Her hands were all over his back clawing and pulling at his clothes. He grabbed her wrists, slammed them against the wall, and began biting her neck. She moaned and arched her back, pressing her body into his. He stepped back and spun her around. He pressed her face into the wall as he found the zipper on her dress. He unzipped it and pulled it over her head leaving her in a black lace bra and green lace panties. She kicked off her heels and he spanked her hard on her round bottom. She hopped up wrapping her legs around his waist and pointed towards the bedroom upstairs. Mike stumbled his way up and when he arrived threw her onto the bed. He took off his Tshirt, popped off his loafers, and shimmied out of his shorts. He stood there in his bikini briefs and watched her admire his athletic body. In that moment he remembered Mr. Hann. "Fuck I shouldn't be doing this" he said aloud. Mike closed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair. That's when he felt her hand.

She practically pushed him over onto the carpeted floor. She made eye contact with him, her wicked smile never leaving her lips. She rubbed him through the material of his drawers. He didn't remember ever being so hard in his life. He felt like a water balloon that was ready to burst. Just as he thought he might cum pain flooded. She squeezed his balls so hard he lost his breath. Before he could shout in pain she locked his mouth with hers. She pulled down his underwear and shifted her panties aside and amidst his pain Mike felt himself enter her. She began to ride him. Shifting up and then violently slamming down on his pelvis. His abs ached as he tried to find his breath. It was then that Mike heard the door. "Get off me" he whispered. "I think your husband is home" but that didn't stop her, in fact she picked up pace. He could feel his barriers fall and the knowledge he was about to be caught turned Mike on ten fold. He was aware of the footsteps up the stairs, heard them near the door and just as Mr. Hann entered Mike turned her over, pulled out and blew his load all over her stomach.

Mike looked up and saw Mr. Hann staring in surprise. But what was most surprising was what happened next. Mr. Hann began to unbotton his shirt. He dropped his jeans revealing that he was commando. His girthy cock flopped out like it had been held hostage in that denim cage. When Mr. Hann was completely undressed he silently got on all fours. Mike watched Mr. Hann unsure of what was going on. That's when Mrs. winter-Hann got out a paddle. He watched amazed as she spanked Mr. Hann with that paddle. He saw tears rolled down Mr. Hann's face, his smile indicating these were tears of joy. Mrs. Winter pointed for Mike to sit on the bed and watch. He obeyed and continued to watch the debacle in stunned silence. She continued to spank Mr. Hann until a drop of precum fell from his stiff cock onto the carpet. She then went to the dresser and got a large strap on. She dropped a gob of lubricant on Mr. Hann's puckered hole and entered him. She f#cked him senseless yelling profanities at him. Calling him a little bitch and a slut. Mr. Hann said nothing just groaned in pleasure. Mike. Just watched in stunned silence. He could feel his erection returning. She rammed Mr. Hann and clawed at his back till he finally shot a heaping load all over the floor.

Mike watched Mr. Hann panting as Mrs winter pulled the dildo out of his slick ass. He was surprised at how aroused he had become so soon after his last orgasm. Mrs. Winter threw the strap on aside she walked over to the bed and ordered Mike off of it, he abliged. "Fuck him" she said. "Excuse me?" Mike asked confused. "Fuck my husband," "we're not done here.

Mike had definitely fantasized about Mr. Hann before. Usually he was being passionately held by the older larger man. In his head Mr. Hann was a masculine giant a father figure. That image did not match up with the silent submissive man he'd just seen fucked to orgasm.

Mike had had fantasies about Mrs. Winter as well. Usually more along the lines of stashing her in a trunk and burying her alive. To think he'd just fucked her and was about to top Mr. Hann at her behest. Never in a million years could he have anticipated this.

Mike looked over at Mr. Hann who was busy eating his own cum off the floor. Their eyes met and Mr. Hann's eyes seemed to beg for it. Mike walked over to Mr. Hann and grabbed his chin. He kept eye contact as he slid his half hard cock between his old teachers lips. Mike slid his fingers into Mr. Hann's short brown hair and began to rock in and out of his mouth. Mr. Hann played his tongue over Mike's shaft and Mike felt his erection increase. He kept like this until he was around half way to finishing. Mike pulled his cock out of Mr. Haan hungry lips and circled to his raised ass. He looked over to Mrs winter who was watching the whole encounter, touching herself and masturbating. She rubbed her smooth pussy, circling and teasing her moist clit. She urged him to go on, to fuck her mountain of a husband.

Mike lined up his head with Mr. Hann's moist asshole. He had never in his life been so simultaneously uncomfortable and aroused. He was about to push in when he changed his mind. He moved his cock away and bent over to eat Mr. Hann's ass. Mr. Hann was not expecting this and for the first time that afternoon he made an audible sound of pleasure. Mike forced his tongue into the hole eliciting more sighs and moans. He reached around and began stroking Mr. Hann's impressive cock. He kept this up until Mr. Hann's moans seemed to reach a fever pitch. When he thought his teacher might cum he stopped all stimulation. It was then that he rammed his rod into Mr. Hann's muscular ass. Mike felt the warmth slide along his shaft. The muscular walls tightened and released. He could hear Mr. Hann's breathing and knew he was close to finishing. He slid in and out of his sheath slowly, feeling the friction with each movement. Mike continued at this pace till he felt Mr. Hann shudder. He knew he was about to cum and so he began ramming him with short forceful thrusts. Mike felt his own orgasm build up he cam to fruition just as Mr. Hann did. Mike leaned over and held the much larger man. Mr. Hann bucked and shuddered shooting rivulets of discharge on the already soiled floor. The force of his orgasm threw Mike over the edge too. Mike pumped his milk deep into Mr. Hann's guts. Mrs. Winter watched still pleasuring herself. Mike pulled out, reached out his hand and caught the dribble of cum from Mr. Hann's ass. He fed the handful of warm seed to the submissive giant. Mr. Hann hungrily lapped it up then proceeded to clean his own mess off the floor again.

Mrs. Winter-Hann beckoned the now exhausted Mike over to the bed. She handed him a vibrator "my turn you little fuck Boi." "It does appear you can do something right." Mike began circling her nipples and clit with the vibrator. Alternating areas in response to her moans. He brought her right up to the edge of release then stopped all stimulation. She looked at him shocked. She moved to finish herself off but he grabbed her wrists and held her for a few minutes. When it seemed she had lost her arousal completely Mike began stimulation again. She bucked and moaned and begged him for release but again he stopped and held her. Mike continued this a 3rd, 4th, and 5th time. Mrs. Winter was crying, "please, give it to me!" after the 6th time he walked away from the bed. "do. It yourself you old whore," he told her.

Mike went over to Mr. Hann and reached out his hand and said "get up, get dressed, let's grab some lunch." Mr. Hann looked questioningly at Mike. "you little bitch, " Mike added. Mr. Hann smiled and abliged. They got dressed and left the house to the sounds of the snow queens crippling orgasm.

[gentlemanmendes]

Beauty Behind the Madness: 13

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Previous Chapters can be found in my masterlist under beauty behind the madness

13:

It would probably be considered stalking to be seated out in the car park waiting for Arleigh and Mitch but my intentions are good. They both had a free period and decided to work on their project at the library downtown. I don’t trust Mitch alone with Arleigh and considering their history I have every right not to. I will simply keep my distance and observe and only if something goes wrong will I interfere. Although Mr Axle has a restraining order against me I think he would understand I approached his daughter to protect her, even he’s not that crazy. I even drove my car to school today just so I could follow the pair but as I watch them walk out of the building, Arleigh leading the way to the exit I realize that I was stupid.

“My car is this way.” Mitch told her but she ignored him, keeping to her pace she continued walking towards the entrance.

“There is no way in hell I’m getting in your car.” Arleigh shot back causing me to break a slight smile. She is still the same stubborn Arleigh who hates Mitch with a burning passion. That is something I am proud of at least. I don’t know why, I guess I’m just glad that somethings about her are still the same. That I didn’t ruin everything about her.

Like the last time I followed Arleigh to the library, I kept my distance and my head down but I didn’t wear my earphones hoping I would catch any conversation that they shared but the whole trip, from what I could tell, was completely silent. Mitch and Arleigh walked side by side with Mitch slouching and his hands shoved lazily into his pockets while Arleigh held her posture straight even with the pile of text books she was holding close to her chest. I can’t help but feel slightly disappointed at how uneventful the walk to the library was. In all honestly I had expected Mitch to do something childish like push the books out of Arleigh’s hand or trip her over for his amusement but nothing happened, they just walked in silence the whole trip. I suppose that is a good thing for Arleigh but a bad thing for me.

As soon as they arrive at the library they take a seat out one of the tables behind the countless rows of bookshelves and I’m glad that Arleigh hasn’t taken Mitch into one of the study rooms, if she did I would have totally flipped out. After putting her stuff down Arleigh walked away to go get a coffee leaving Mitch alone to slouch in one of the chairs looking board out of his mind. Why is Arleigh even forcing him to work on this assignment with her, I would have thought that she would rather do it all by herself.

When Arleigh returns she pulls out her laptop and begins flicking through textbooks. She pushes her laptop in front of Mitch and tells him to start typing as she flicked through one of her books. To be honest I don’t even know what this assignment is about considering I haven’t even thought of mine let alone started it, Miranda is coming over tonight which now that I think of it I’m not looking forward to it at all.

My frustration begins to grow as I realize that maybe me following them was pointless. Mitch has to do something, he is Mitch after all, why is he sitting there and lazily typing away what Arleigh is telling him to? It doesn’t make sense! Does he know I followed him, is that why he isn’t doing anything? He couldn’t possible know, Neither of them had noticed me the whole time, I was sure of it.

“Shawn what are you doing?” A familiar voice asks from behind me causing me to jump in surprise. In confusion I turn around to see Layla and don’t understand why she was in the library when I knew for a fact her advanced math class was on right now.

“What are you doing here?” I scoffed back trying to mask my surprise but I’m positive I was doing a bad job considering that I wanted nothing more than to turn my attention back to Mitch and Arleigh, what if I missed something major because of Layla.

“I followed you.” She shrugged innocently causing a sense of rage to flood through me. Who the hell was she to violate my privacy. Sure she may be my ‘girlfriend’ but that doesn’t give her the right to become my stalker.

I had been so busy following Arleigh and Mitch to notice anyone was following me. Stupidity had gotten the best of me. I was so focused on watching Mitch and Arleigh with prying eyes that I forgot to make sure that no one had noticed me making my way out of the school grounds.

“Why? What is wrong with you?” I shouted my anger getting the best of me. She was ruining everything by being here. She needed to leave right now before she made everything ten times worse then she already had.

“Me?” She quizzed clearly baffled causing me to roll my eyes. “what is wrong with you? Last time I checked Arleigh has a restraining order against you, you shouldn’t be getting close to her or following her for that matter, why don’t I just call the cops.”

“How do you know she has a restraining order against me?”

“I looked over your file.” She admitted. So much for confidentiality Jenny. How long ago did she read it? Was it recent? Did she read what I had said to Jenny last time I saw her? However I cant bring myself to answer her.

My jaw clinched and fists tightened by my sides. She did not just threaten me. Who the fuck does she think she is threatening me like that? Layla sent a disapproving look over my shoulder at Arleigh and Mitch before letting out a heavy sigh and stepping towards me sympathy falling over her features as she looks up at me. Gently she takes my hands into hers causing me to frown deeply, does she think I’m some sick puppy who needs her help and sympathy.

“You don’t need her.” She whispers causing me to mentally roll my eyes. Layla doesn’t know anything, she is Como,tell clueless about what happened between Arleigh and I. the only thing she is aware of is that Arleigh and I never had sex, thanks to Mitch practically everyone in school knows it. “Stop chasing someone who isn’t even worth your time.” At this I really do roll my eyes. She’s treating me like I’m the victim when I’m not, I’m the murderer standing over Arleigh’s bloody body with the weapon held tightly in my grip. It’s a black and white case but I don’t bother correcting Layla, the people I care about most already know the truth, I suppose no one else’s opinion matters anymore.

She steps forward again, her hands now placed on my chest causing me to stumble back slightly hoping that her hands would come off but they don’t, they stay exactly where they are glued to my chest as she continues to look up at me. Slowly she comes up on her tiptoes and pecks me on the lips before mumbling, 'didn’t you say your parents weren’t going to be home tonight?’

Hesitantly I send a look back at Arleigh just to make sure that she wasn’t watching the way she always seemed to be when Layla was around. Thankfully she seems too troubled at the thought of having to work with Mitch to be paying any attention to me.

Pushing past Layla I make my way out of the library and towards her car. She has only ever been to my house once or twice but somehow knew exactly where to go.

Leaning my head against the cold glass of the window I close my eyes for a moment and focus on my breathing. Something about Layla always showing up when Arleigh is around pisses me off. Anyone else would be okay but when she shows up while I’m around Arlegh it’s like a reminder of who I used to be and who I have turned into which only makes me feel worse.

*

“So I was thinking maybe this weekend we could drive into the city?” I suggest once I have finally backed out of the school carpark meaning that we were finally free for the next two day until we had to come back again.

It is only an hour or maybe two drive to the city, depending on traffic and Arleigh hates shopping online so I figured it would be a nice  to make the drive and spend the day there.

“I can’t, I have plans.” She mutters back causing me to frown to myself. Arleigh never spends her free time with anyone but me, it has been that way since the day I met her. And on the rare occasion that Arleigh isn’t with me she is either binge watching Netflix or drawing it just doesn’t make sense. All of a sudden she has plans?

“Since when?” I chuckle not bothering to hide my humor causing Arleigh to frown to herself.

“With my dad, I have a life you know.” She states not bothering to hide the offense she has taken from my little jokes.

“Relax I was joking!” I attempt to apologies before the conversation escalated. “So what are you and your dad doing while I I’ll be spending my weekend board at home with nothing to do.” I exaggerate in hopes of lifting her spirits but she I am met with a response of silence.

I sneak a look over at Arleigh to find her leaning her head against the window, her eyes scrunched up closed, and a few tears rolling down her cheeks.

A lump forms in my throat at the sight of Arleigh looking so distressed. She was never one to let things affect her enough to bring her down, even though I’ve seen her cry before it still always comes as a shock and I have no idea how to help her.

“What’s wrong?” I attempt again hoping that this time she will tell me because we are now alone in my car and not in the over  crowded halls of the school.

“Nothing.” She huffs wiping her tears away quickly and sitting up straight causing me to roll my eyes.

“Obviously that’s a lie.” I retort keeping my eyes on the road and not looking up to see Arleigh’s reaction although I desperately want to. “If you don’t want to tell me then just say so, I don’t have time for beating around the bush.” I add no bothering to hide my irritation.

“I meant 'Nothing’ as in nothing that concerns you.” She hissed darkly.

My grip tightens on the wheel as I attempt to bite my tongue instead of saying something but I can’t help it. Holding back only makes the anger inside me build up. Here I am trying to help her out and she’s being not only difficult but also bitchy.  All she had to say was 'I don’t want to talk about it.’ and I would have understood, sure I would have been annoyed that yet again she was pushing me away but I wouldn’t press on the topic. She didn’t have to go on like that. Its almost like she’s begging for a fight.

“Well considering that we are together I’m pretty sure it concerns me.” I torment under my breath.

Arleigh doesn’t like this. From the corner of my eye I can see that she is glaring at me, clearly fuming that I was standing my ground. We both held a stubborn trait but it had never gotten in the way because we always understood when to back down and when not to push it to far. Since Arleigh wasn’t in the mood it should have been my responsibility to back down but I couldn’t seem to help myself.

“Just because we are together doesn’t mean I have to tell you everything.” She shot back.

“It kind of does but of course you would know nothing about that.” My frustration was growing and I was thankful that we had just turned into our street because I shouldn’t be driving while fighting with Arleigh.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She snapped now fully turning in her seat as if to let me know that  I have her full attention which only adds more pressure on me as I continue to drive.

“Just that you suck at normal relationship stuff!” I huff out and it finally feels good to get things off my chest. “You never want to go on dates, you hate showing PDA, and you never talk to me about anything that troubles you but then you expect me to comfort you.”

“You know what, stuff you, I honestly don’t need your rubbish.” She shouts taking off her seat belt and stepping out of the car now that I am parked in front of m house. “You don’t know what its like to have actual problems that’s why I don’t talk to you.  You have two parents who love you and give you everything, your family is happy, you just don’t understand what its like to loose both your parents.” And with that she slams the door and storms away leaving me confused. How could she have lost both, she lives with her father? Is Mr Axle not her real father, is that why she looks nothing like him and why he is so evil and protective over her, it would make sense.

Stupidly, I realize that I’m sitting in the car dumbfounded. Hurriedly I kill the engine, take the keys out and follow her. When I reach her driveway she is already at the front door unlocking it. I call after her but she ignores me, opens the door and slams it shut behind her. I begin to bang on the door and call out for her but she doesn’t respond. With one last kick of frustration at the door I give up and head home.

*

As soon as I slam the front door shut behind me. I push Layla against it, my lips attacking hers but nothing happened. All I wanted was to forget Arleigh but I couldn’t. As I kissed Layla while my hands roamed up and down her body freely my mind wondered back to Arleigh, how her lips always tasted soft and sweet thanks to the strawberry flavored lip balm she always used, how her kisses always felt innocent and pure yet full of passion as if to her it was more than just kissing, it was her way of showing she loved me. As Layla’s hands move to my shirt and begin to pull it up I can’t help but wonder what Arleigh would look like doing this, she had taken my shirt off a few times. She would bite down on her lip and focus her attention on my face sneaking a few looks down to my abdomen as if she was embarrassed of checking me out.

Picking up Layla I make my way up the stairs to my bedroom hurriedly, wanting nothing more than for the thought of Arleigh to leave me for five minutes. Her ghost was haunting me, hollowing me out until all that consumed me were thoughts of Arleigh, but I wouldn’t let it win, it will not consume me.

Thankfully Aaliyah has netball practice and will not be home for another few hours which gives me all the time I need to rid myself of the thought of Arleigh.

Peeling Layla’s clothes away I begin to kiss on her body gently, the way I would if she were Arleigh. I would treat her like a piece of glass and make sure that she was okay with everything. But Layla’s moans remind me that she is not Arleigh causing me to grow angry and speed up the pace. Arleigh would hold back her moans and only let out small sighs unwillingly.

Once both Layla and I are naked a slip inside her and begin to thrust as hard and fast as I possibly could. Her hands grip onto my back only causing me to grow angrier. If Arleigh was under me she would have her fingers laced with mine or her hands gently around my neck pulling me closer, she wouldn’t be moaning my name loudly like Layla she would bee kissing me and whispering how she loves me.

Why hadn’t I waited for Arleigh, she would have been worth the wait, I knew that from day one. I was prepared to wait until marriage if that was what she wanted, but that stupid night ruined everything.

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[hobierella]

Art of Experiencing

[ actor!Seokjin x reader ] 

Warnings: smut, almost 6k of pure filth really, mature themes such as violence (only a bit), terrible management of a relatioship, slight dub-con, unprotected sex, horrible decisions, bad writing. Please someone help me how to do this bc I never know wtf to put here

Description: Seokjin really, really, really wants that particular role in that particular play, and he asks for your help to connect with the character.

Author’s Note: Like the rest of my ideas, I knew right away that it was terrible, and therefore, I had to write it immediately. And, as per usual, I rambled a hella lot. Enjoy?

You’ve known Seokjin for long enough to trust him with your life. You two had been friends for years before you got involved romantically and you loved him with all of your being. He was a laid back, hilarious, witty and selfless person, always supporting you and giving you nothing but respect and love. It was only natural that you’d give back as much as he gave you, and you were his number one fan ever since he decided to become an actor.

But when he came up with that ridiculous idea, you were absolutely stunned.

“Come again?” you asked, almost certain that you had misheard him the first time.

“I want you to cheat on me” he repeated, the words floating in the air between you.

It was like he was suddenly talking in a different language, you understood every word, but put together, they made no sense. The softness of the couch beneath you seemed to want to devour you as you sank further into it, the sentence echoing inside your brain, still not making sense.

“Ok, look, the thing is that I really want this part for this play that could potentially put me out there and… and the character gets cheated on by his partner” Seokjin started explaining after waiting for a few minutes without any other response except for your blank expression and your rapid blinking. “But the problem is that I never got cheated on, I don’t know how that feels like and I can’t really connect with the character.”

“You want me to cheat on you so you know how it feels?” you summarized, scandalized, the pitch of your voice going up by the end of the question.

“It’s called method acting” he was quick to say, his tone of voice stable and low, and you knew he was trying to calm you down. “A lot of great actors do it: Adrien Brody, Christian Bale, even Robert DeNiro!”

Seokjin started to pace in front of you, his hands moving, his eyes bright with excitement, and you felt less and less confused and more and more pissed off. But you allowed him to continue talking, hoping that he would come up with a fucking outstanding excuse for proposing such a stupid thing to you.

Or even better, to start laughing and telling you it was all a joke.

“It’s risky, because it’s like becoming your character; instead of acting, you are… and I think it’s the exact thing I need this time. The protagonist, the role I want, he--- he does a lot of shady shit, life treated him so badly but he still fights and then he loses it when he finds out the love of his life, the only person he thought he could trust in the entire world, cheats on him with who he thought was on the way to become his best friend, so… the second person he thought he could trust…”

Seokjin always rambled when he was extra enthusiastic about a project, and each time you’d sit and listen to him talk for hours. You didn’t mind. You felt yourself falling in love more each time he shared his passions with you. But right in that moment, you weren’t exactly feeling the excitement.

“So… I was thinking Hoseok” he said, stopping moving as if he was considering the scenario.

“What?”

“You kinda like him, yes? You are close, I think that if we discuss it properly, there shouldn’t be issues wi…”

“I’m not cheating on you with Hoseok” you interrupted, irritated. He looked at you with a frown on his beautiful facial features, half surprised even.

“Why not?” he asked. Now you were utterly pissed off, and it probably was clear to see on your face because when you opened your mouth to tell him to go fuck himself, he raised his hands in a sign that was probably meant to appease you at the same time that it would protect him if you threw something at him (which you were really tempted to do). “Ok! Ok, I get it, Hoseok is a no, then. What about Namjoon?”

“I’m not going to prostitute myself for your fucking role, Seokjin!” you lashed out, raising from the couch. “What the fuck! There are other ways to connect with characters, right? Use your fucking imagination, like you always did!”

“But it’s not working!” he replied, and you were out of patience to deal with that bullshit. “Babe, I don’t like this any more than you do, but…”

“No? Could have fooled me! It actually looks like you’re really enjoying this!” you spat back. How could he expect you to believe he wasn’t really liking it when he talked about it like anyone else would talk about the weather?

Seokjin finally had the decency to look like he was feeling guilty, and you willed yourself to calm down. Your head had become a second heart, beating loudly, aching. Taking deep breaths, you sat down on the couch again.

He was the man you loved, he was the man you trusted the most, he was the man you wanted to always be there for whenever he needed anything. You wanted to be his strength, his confidence, his everything, just like he had become yours. But sometimes he could be really fucking unfair, on unsuspected levels. This was the lowest he had sunk so far, the thought of you actually cheating on him was the worst joke ever.  

And with Hoseok, of all people? He was a great friend that had actually introduced you to Seokjin back in the day. Yes, maybe you had kissed Hoseok once, before you a Jin were together as a couple and way before you had any sort of idea that he liked you romantically, but that was beside the point.

Unless it meant that Seokjin had held that information for that long due to jealousy or something. It has been years since that had happened, could it be that he was mad about it? You looked at the man before you, who sat in silence looking at his hands, probably trying to come up with a proper apology or just another way to convince you. You couldn’t tell anymore.

“Is it really that important for you?” you asked, breaking the silence that has fell between you two. He looked up, startled, a bit confused. “That role, that play, the whole thing. Is it that important for you? There is no other way you could… I don’t know, understand the character’s motivations?”

“I tried everything I could think of” he sighed, defeated. “But I just… I just don’t get it. I can’t relate to the kind of anger and dejection he’s feeling because you are perfect. You are always with me, supporting me and loving me and I can’t feel anything but love. Shit, I’m so sorry for asking you to cheat on me… I’m an idiot.”

“You are” you smiled, already melting when he had so many nice things to say.

You knew Seokjin, you prided yourself over that fact. He was passionate about acting, he always gave his all to whatever project he was given and there was no doubt in your mind that he had just experienced some sort of brain fart or something alike when he proposed the whole cheating thing. For someone so intelligent as him, he could be the most stupid person ever as well. It baffled you sometimes.

And you couldn’t believe you were actually considering his proposal. Not that you were about to cheat him, but there had to be a way to help him somehow without risking the whole relationship.

“Can I read it? The script, I mean” you requested gently, and he rushed to get it for you.

“Do you want something to eat? Something to drink?” he offered, back to his usual self, always so serviceable, but you knew that he was excited for you to read what he had read, and maybe to try to help him somehow. “Oh, it’s late, I should start making dinner. As an apology, if that’s ok with you. You read it properly, I’m not going to bother you.”

Once you were left alone with the group of sheets in your hands, you were a woman on a mission. The plot was interesting, heavy on the angst side, with a protagonist burdened with all sorts of misfortunes and woes. You could practically see Seokjin reciting the lines, becoming the character he was so desperate to embody… and you could easily see where the trouble started.

Seokjin was a human being, he had his fair share of complications in his existence so far, and many more were awaiting for him because that was just how life was, but there was an edge to the character, a pure feeling of deep anger, that you knew Jin couldn’t feel. Not only because he hadn’t faced as many obstacles as the protagonist, but also because you were damn sure your boyfriend would never hold onto the angst, the pain and the wrath like the character did.

You weren’t completely sure what that whole method acting shit was, but you never heard nice things about it. From time to time you’d watch news about celebrities and the notion wasn’t one you were unfamiliar with, being aware that it was something actors did but apparently it wasn’t always accepted. Googling it, you read more about it.

And then it hit you, Seokjin’s words echoing in your head, reminding you that since he couldn’t turn to his imagination to understand the character’s motivation, he wanted to feel it on his flesh. Instead of acting like the character, to become the character. No wonder method acting was so frowned upon. But it sure gave magnificent results, if the people who used it for this or that movie were living proof of that.

However… were you willing to put your relationship in danger just so you could help him understand the protagonist? And even if he did, there was no promise he’d actually get the role. There were a million doubts and fears circling your head by the time Seokjin stepped out of the kitchen. The delicious aroma of the meat he had been preparing long forgotten by then, you had your whole body filled with worries about the plan that had appeared out of nowhere a second before but that was growing rapidly.

It was a terrible idea. You knew it well.

“Food’s ready, let’s just wait until it cool off to… hey, you ok?”

The worry in his voice apparent, you wondered for the last time if you were actually willing to do what you were about to do. Taking a deep breath, one deep enough to make your lungs hurt, you looked at him with your best blank expression.

“Honey?” he tried again, stepping closer.

“You say you can’t relate to the character’s feelings, but you should” you spoke, lowly, your voice as stable as you could manage to make it sound. Seokjin stopped on his tracks, utterly confused. You nodded slowly. “This was all a way to make me confess, right? Alright, I’ll confess.”

“Confess what? What are you talking about?” he asked, frowning.

You continued to look at him, holding back the overwhelming urge of dropping the act, wishing to be able to convey the truth in spite your words. Your eyebrows moved up slightly, you heard about smiling with your eyes in ANTM, well, in that moment you were hoping for being able to transmit a full speech explaining with details what you were trying to do… with your eyes.

“You should be able to understand how this man feels about the love of his life cheating on him with his best friend” you rephrased slowly. “Unless I’m not the love of your life… or Hoseok isn’t your best friend.”

After a few heartbeats of silence and obvious confusion on Seokjin’s part, you could see it. There was a glimmer of understanding in his eyes, his whole face transforming, his whole body language changing. From grasping the true meaning of your cryptic speech to apprehension towards the new information received, you were hoping to God this was worth the fucking while because lying and potentially breaking your boyfriend’s heart just to help him get some shitty role in a shitty play was the worst.

It wasn’t the first time you two roleplayed. You usually helped him whenever you could with scenes if he needed it, or you just did it to spice things up in the bedroom, but you weren’t sure if actually letting him know that you were just acting would help him. So far the whole thing was getting believable, intensely so. To be honest, you were feeding on the energy he had started to give back to you.

“Say it clearly” he demanded, now a completely different person. It was working wonderfully, and you tried to relax, but it was impossible. The fire in his eyes, the tone of his voice, everything was awfully unlike anything Seokjin was.

“Do I really have to? You can’t put two and two together? Or maybe… maybe you like to play dumb. You already know about my preference for Hoseok.”

And alright, maybe you liked to act, too. Each chance you got to become someone else while helping your boyfriend out was one you enjoyed a lot and made sure to make the most of it. But you knew you weren’t good enough to pursue a career as actress, not that you were actually interested in doing so.

“Don’t joke about that, babe, please” he scoffed, taking off the apron he had used to prepare dinner.

You deflated, disappointed. So you couldn’t fool him, after all. Or maybe he didn’t want your help anymore. Or maybe you were just bad at it. Suddenly you were in a bad mood, almost pouting, feeling stupid for your dumb attempt. What an embarrassing situation.

“Whatever” you replied, standing up and walking towards the bathroom door to hide for a few minutes. You were two steps away from it when you felt a hand grabbing your arm and pulling you back.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” Seokjin hissed at your ear, your back pressed against his torso, the grip on your arm almost hurting. You automatically tried to break free from him, whispering some curses, too surprised to understand what was happening. “Are you trying to escape? Huh? To go to him?”

It clicked then that your attempts might have not been in vain after all, if the way Seokjin was acting was an indication of it. You looked up, finding wide blown pupils staring back at you, a scowl painted on his features, and anger. He’d never, ever, lay a hand on you like this, but you let the energy he was pouring over you influenced your reply.

“So what? What if I am?” you replied, still struggling against his grip. The main door was in the same direction, so there was no need to explain you were only going to the bathroom. “He’d never do this to me!”

“Do what? Dedicate his whole being to keep your safe, well and happy? Sacrifice everything for you?”

You could recognize part of the speech you’d just read on the script tainting Seokjin’s words, and that was all you needed to understand that he was actually acting. Or at least trying to position himself on the right frame of mind to be able to portray the character.

Caught in the whole thinking process you were doing, you didn’t reply quick enough and he shook you again, snapping you out of it.

“Damn right he wouldn’t do shit” he growled on your ear, his other hand going to your neck, his slender fingers wrapping around your pulse, holding you in place now that you had stopped struggling. “Not like I do, hmm? He surely didn’t fuck you like I can.”

Well, shit. 

That wasn’t on the script, but you weren’t complaining. Not even when you two ventured on roleplay things got this heated, this urgent, this absolutely animalistic and raw. He was always careful with you, always holding himself back, always reminding you of the safeword you had chosen but that never had to use.

The hand he had been using to grab your arm then left it alone, pressing his palm against your stomach, forcing your body to get closer to his. And when he rubbed his erection against your ass, you knew you were in for a nice ride (you sort of had guessed it already, but that was the ultimate confirmation). The tips of his fingers brushed against your navel, playing with the hem of your shirt, with the beginning of your sweatpants.

He was barely doing something worth all of the fire you were feeling tickling your skin from deep within, but you were already all sorts of messed up and you were loving it. The way you were already getting wet in between your legs was unbelievable, but he wasn’t letting you think clearly enough to do something about it.

“Tell me, go on, tell me what he did to you” Seokjin was now rubbing against your ass, breathing against your neck, driving you insane. “Did he went down on you? Did he taste that sweet pussy? Did he make you taste him?”

“Yeah” you breathed out, almost laughing at the thought of what you were about to say. “He tasted like you… but sweeter.”

That seemed to have done the trick for him. You could felt how he tensed his hand around your neck, and how his fingers on your stomach sneaked down under your sweatpants and underwear, directly touching your already humid folds. Your upper body jerked at the touch, and if it hadn’t been for him holding you in place, you’d have probably bent forward in half. 

His digits started moving with circular motions against your clitoris, finding it relatively quickly. He knew your body, each part of it, spending hours and hours exploring it, mapping it, finding every spot that would make you squirm with pleasure and abusing of it over and over and over again.

“You’re so fucking wet already… is it because you’re thinking about him?” he mumbled against the shell of your ear, nibbling at it softly, letting his tongue follow the outline of it. Your abdomen was contracting in itself, your hands becoming fists since you had no idea what to do with them and touching him was out of the question.

“Wouldn’t you like to know” was the only response you gave him, still holding onto the character you had made for yourself in order to face this whole situation. Your concentration was quickly vanishing, you wanted him to do something already, something more, to give you everything he had like he always did.

He bite your ear in retaliation, harder than he’d do in his normal frame of mind, but not enough to make it hurt terribly. You whimpered at that, surprised both by his action and the way your body responded so positively to it. You had to be out of your mind, for sure. You weren’t one for these sorts of things, even if you liked a bit of pain from time to time, but nothing like this. Absolutely nothing like this. Now you were finding out that, during the right time and in the right place, you could definitely get off with being treated this roughly.

But that was just the tip of the iceberg.

Seokjin’s hands disappeared from your body, leaving you feeling like your legs were about to give in, when he pushed you down to your knees and hurried to undo his belt and unzip his jeans. You got the memo fast enough, and licked your lips, expectantly, but nothing could have prepared you for what came next.

Between the wall and him, you had nowhere to escape (not that the thought even crossed your mind), so it was easy for Seokjin to grab the back of your head, to secure your hair in between his fingers, and pull you closer to his now exposed cock that was right there, standing proud, angry, and you could have sworn, twitching as well. However, you soon enough understood why he was grabbing you by the hair: to stop you from moving, either away or closer to him. Maybe he knew you too well, already anticipating you going straight for his cock to get it inside of your mouth.

“Ah, you like it, don’t you? You like my cock better, why don’t you just admit it?” he snorted, seeing you salivating at the sight in front of you in a conditioned fashion (Pavlov would have been proud… maybe), but held his erection inches away from you, barely letting the tip touch your lips only to remove it once more.

He repeated the action two more times before deciding to act like if his cock was a lipstick, painting your lips with salty precum that you licked off almost automatically, moaning at the taste, looking up after to check his expression. And boy, were you even more turned on by it that you had ever been before. There was a glint of pure danger in his eyes along with intense desire that could easily be mistaken with anger… or was it the other way around?

“Open up, let me remind you how much, much better I taste” he ordered, and you had no qualms about complying immediately, yet the way he tugged at your hair made you moan almost painfully.

Seokjin was in charge, and he was reminding you that by making it impossible for you to do what he already knew you’d have done if you had the chance to do it, and that was to suck him off however you wanted to. Instead, he used your mouth as he rocked his hips slowly, still careful not to hurt you one bit, making his cock slide easily next to the spit that had already been accumulated inside of your oral cavity. You flatten your tongue, relaxed your jaw, and let him do what he wanted to do, trying to control your breathing because you were having troubles with that part.

“Yes, just like that… it feels so good… fuck” he babbled, almost slipping out of character and noticing it quickly enough, if the way he relaxed his grip on your hair only to resume his brutal hold on it a second later or the way his voice almost went back to his usual honey tone were enough indications of that. And they were.

You decided to hollow your cheeks, starting with the suction, and were rewarded with a beautiful loud moan coming from plump limps above you. His pace increased slightly, his head thrown back a bit, and you knew he was holding back the sounds that were threatening to ruin the whole act if he ever let them out. However, as soon as you felt he was starting to get too sloppy, the cock was gone from your mouth.

You opened your eyes that you didn’t even remember close, and looked up, almost offended. He was biting his lower lip, his chest heaving lightly, the hand on your hair gone so he could place his forearm against the wall and lean on it. But the cock was still relatively close, so your eyes went from his face to it, licking your lips, teasingly.

“Up” was his order, breaking your concentration and making you pay attention to him once more. Your knees hurt a bit from the way they had collapsed against the floor in the first place (you should have been more careful), but you managed to obey. Seokjin tugged at your pants. “Off. Take these off. Now.”

Once more you followed his instructions without a single complaint and in a hurried fashion, not caring anymore about how desperate you looked. To hell with appearances, to hell with the whole acting shit you had already forgotten was the cause for all of that scenario unfolding with you in the middle. Normally he’d pay attention to you the whole time, marking you in secret places, leaving you breathless, panting, yet giving you what you wanted without you needing to ask for it.

This time was not only different in the intensity area, but on the giving area, too. Seokjin was taking and taking and taking and he was neglecting you. He had barely touched you, barely pleasured you, hadn’t even kissed you on the lips. Once again, you weren’t complaining. You were still wishing to know what was going to come next.

Once your pants and panties had been forgotten in the floor next to you, he manhandled you, turning you around and pushing you against the wall, making your ass stick out and kneeling before you without a single word. You felt his fingers on your pussy, parting your wet folds, exposing you in a way that would make you blush if you weren’t already doing it. You gasped when you felt his tongue against your entrance, poking it, and arched your back more, lifting your ass more, giving him a better access.

You heard the sound half a second before you felt the sting of his palm against your asscheek, and barely held the sharp cry that left your lips, your legs trembling at the impact. His fingers went back to your core, now sliding inside of you without warning and it was impossible not to hiss at that, your body automatically trying to back away but another spank was given and you felt your head spinning too fast.

Seokjin was then finger fucking you without mercy, already two fingers moving in and out, your lips parted but no sound coming as you panted heavily, more air leaving you than getting inside your lungs. And what came could have surprised you if you weren’t already too lost inside the hurricane of pleasure and light pain you were feeling.

“P-please! Pluh-please!” you heard yourself screaming, almost sobbing already.

“Please, what?” Seokjin asked after he stood up, his fingers stilling for a few seconds before going back to his brutal pace. Your hips had already started rocking back, trying to get as much friction as they could to ease the itch you felt starting inside the depths of your belly and that was leaving you desperate for release. “Speak. What do you want?”

“Please” you repeated, a broken cry mostly. You had no idea what you wanted except to cum, that’s all that was occupying your mind. “Fuck me… please, please, Jin, fuck me…!”

“Why should I?” he laughed, airily, almost as if he was out of breath, against your ear. “Don’t you like his cock better? Isn’t that why you fucked him?”

“No… no, please!” you babbled, drooling a bit without being able to stop it. “I don’t--- I don’t like his… please, I want yours, I want you… oh, go---god…”

“Say it, say my cock is better” he ordered, and you felt a tear running down your cheek. That had never happened before.

“Your cock is… better… is better… I love your cock, Jin, I lo---love…”

“Fuck” he muttered, and you felt his fingers disappear from inside you, leaving you horribly empty and begging for something to fill you up.

Luckily, he seemed to be just about as desperate as you, spitting on his hand and coating his cock with the mix of his saliva and your juices, collecting a bit more from your pussy just to be a tease. And then the head of his erection was pressing against your folds, and you could have screamed out of frustration but he quickly found your hole and thrusted against it, making his cock slide inside of you up to the middle. The sound that left your body was one you had never heard yourself doing before, but you weren’t even interested in that anymore when you felt so full all of the sudden.

Even in character (if he still was in character, that is), Seokjin took a minute to let you adjust to him, starting to move painfully slow to make sure that he wouldn’t be hurting you. It had been a real daring move to just penetrate you like that, and it would have been a real problem on past occasions, but you knew you were incredibly wet from the whole experience and luckily everything went right.

From the gentle motions he sped up his thrusts, a litany of curses mixed with your name in between were whispered against the skin of your back, your shoulders and your neck as he kept fucking you against the wall like a lunatic. You kept accepting, barely able to move but trying to meet the movements of his hips until you found the right position to let him fuck into you while he kept touching all the right places.

There was not a single trace of a coherent thought inside your brain, it was filled with Seokjin and what you were feeling, and your fast approaching climax. The itch was becoming unbearable, the position you were in was absolutely terrible, your legs were almost about to give way, to give up, you had no strength, but you continued to be pinned against the wall, having him biting your skin and fucking you mercilessly.

Your orgasm came without a single warning. Even if you were feeling the familiar knot forming inside your abdomen, it only took one well-placed thrust, a coincidentally nice timed touch deep in you to make you explode. You swore you could see fireworks, but that was just happening due to how tight you had shut your eyes without noticing it. You went limp while Seokjin continued to move against you, but he wasn’t too far from cumming, thanks to the way your inner walls tightened even more around his cock and the way you sucked him in greedily.

One minute later or so, he was pulling out and stroking his erection a few times before spilling himself all over your ass, cursing with a broken voice. Your legs finally decided to stop working and you slide down towards the floor, laying down there soon after.

He was right there, sitting on the floor as well, before he joined you laying on his back. Panting, the only thing that could be heard then was the way you two were struggling to catch your breaths. And then… he started to laugh.

“Oh… wow” he offered you, back to being the same old Seokjin you knew and loved.

“Wow indeed” you smiled, feeling like you were made of jelly. “What the fuck was that all about?”

“That’s my line” he assured you, turning his head to face you. His smile was replaced with a frown, small tears of sweat covering his forehead. “You didn’t really mean what you say, did you? You and Hoseok…”

“Fuck, Jin, no, of course nothing ever happened” you groaned, too tired to be dealing with that. But you had brought it upon yourself, so you might as well clear that shit up. “I was just trying to help you with your stupid character.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course, I knew that” he rushed to tell you, even if you didn’t believe one word. You knew he trusted you, but he had the right to have his doubts. Just for that particular occasion, though. “Well… thank you. That was---- enlightening.”

“I sure hope it was, because we’re not doing that ever again, you hear me?”

“Loud and clear, ma’am” he guaranteed, his hand now going to your cheek to caress it. It was him who moved on top of you to kiss you, long and gently, just the way you liked it. You two spend a few minutes doing just that, while your hearts and your lungs settled back again. “By the way, did you quoted Fall Out Boy earlier?”

“Yes… and no. I was going more for Closer, but it worked either way” you laughed.

“It certainly gave it a touch of distinction. Oh… oh, fuck, hey, dinner must be already cold” he remembered all of the sudden, sitting on the floor.

Seokjin helped you to stand up, and then to wash you nicely while showering with you. The food he had made for you, even if re-heated, had been delicious, but before you had the chance to put it all behind you and sleep the numb pain and discomfort that had finally settled in your every bone due to the exercise you were exposed to, you had to make sure of something.

“Jinnie, baby, promise me this: no more method acting. Seriously. Don’t even think about it anymore. This was a one-time thing, and if you ever come back to me with this stupid idea, I will seriously kick you out and go find Hoseok” you threatened. He laughed cheerfully, the vibrations of the sound that caused going directly to your head that had been delicately placed against his chest.

“I promise” Seokjin spoke against your hair before kissing it.

(And if he came back home a few days later to find you singing Thnx fr th mmrs out loud when the he tasted like you, only sweeter part with only your panties on and that definitely set the mood for more wild sex, or if Hoseok didn’t really understand what had he done wrong for Seokjin to be somewhat pissed off at him for two weeks in a row, none of you mentioned a thing about it.) 

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Soft Spot

Genre:  Domestic Fluff, Fluff without Plot, Romantic Fluff, Romantic Gestures, Cliche, True Love, Dorks in Love, Happy Ending, Romance, Short & Sweet

Pairings: TaoHun;

Rating: General Audiences;

Length: oneshot;

Note: completed;

Warnings: relationship issues;

Summary: It's six months into their relationship and Tao wanted to do something sweet for his lover

This low-key goes along with Reluctantly and Forward. In connection to those fics this would be in the middle. I really want to kick myself for making this universe but not putting it all together? Oh well.

Anyway, I wrote this while avoiding school work. So please enjoy!

Sehun gently closed the front door and kicked off his shoes. He was exhausted from a long day at work and was looking forward to spending the rest of the evening with his boyfriend. Sehun walked into the kitchen to set his lunchbox on the counter and noticed that the sink was disgusting. Dishes from that past few days were still piled up, and the sight was awful. "Zizi…” Sehun groaned, “I thought you were going to do the dishes?" Sehun knew if they would just wash the dishes when they both were finished eating then this gross mess could be avoided, and in Sehun's defense, he used to do that until he met down. Tao was a bad influence on him, mostly because he got lazier around him. Sehun sighed when Sehun didn't get a response so he called out again as he walked into the living room. "Taozi, did you hear -" Sehun stopped mid-sentence and step. He was expecting to see Tao napping on the couch or even the floor where he usually would fall asleep after playing with Candy, but he wasn't.

A surge of adrenaline struck Sehun's chest as panic set in. He quickly thought back to this morning and their conversation. Maybe he might have missed Tao saying he was going to be out or something, but generally, on his days off, Tao didn't like to do anything or go anywhere. "Tao...?" He called again, softer this time as he stepped further into the living room. Sehun glanced around for a note or sign or anything that might give him a hint as to where Tao was or went, but there was nothing. The living room looked like it did when he left this morning and not been touched since.

Taking a deep breath, Sehun calmed his nerves and pulled out his phone, hastily unlocking the screen and tapping the little panda emoji that replaced Tao's name in his phone. He brought the phone up to his ear and listened to the ring. The several seconds he was waiting for the other end of the line to pick up felt like several hours and he was growing more worried. Sehun was about to hang up and call one of their mutual friends, however, Sehun heard the faint sound of buzzing going off in the other room. Their bedroom. Sehun hung up and tossed his phone on the couch as he hurried toward the bedroom. Had Tao been napping? Honestly, it made sense, though, it was odd that the door was closed because Tao didn’t like to sleep with the door closed. Then Sehun then heard muffled barking coming from the other side of the door. It was Candy, their new little pup. Sehun carefully opened the door and Candy immediately rushed out, yapping and yipping happily as she jumped up on Sehun's leg. "Hey, girl...Stay down..." Sehun humored her, and he took a glance around the bedroom. What he saw made his eyes widen and jaw drop.

Around the room, there were several lit tea candles, that dimly lit the room, and on the bed, there were red rose petals scattered on top of...A new comforter? That wasn't there this morning, nor was it even their comforter but it looked expensive. The faint lighting making the fabric shine beautifully, and if Sehun had to guess it was a champagne color. In contrast to the vibrant rose petals and dim lighting, it looked very warm and welcoming. Everything else around the room seemed normal. Sehun’s eyes landed on the bathroom door and noticed that it was left cracked open, just small enough for Candy to fit through and it was then that Sehun heard tapping sounds and humming coming from that direction.

Slowly, Sehun walked over to the door. He first put his ear up to the door but then Candy was yapping again and pushed her way through the small opening and making the door widen a bit more. "Candy, hush," Sehun finally heard Tao's voice and he couldn't help the sigh of relief that came out. Despite Tao's command, Candy was still barking excitedly and Sehun heard Tao again, "Candy if you don't quiet down I'll put you out of the room. I already had to redo the bed because of you. So be a good girl." Tao sounded irritated but there was no bark to his bite. Tao’s light chiding made Sehun smile, he thought it was cute how Tao spoke to Candy as if she was a person instead of an animal. Candy whined and left the bathroom to stand at Sehun’s feet.

But now that Sehun knew Tao was safe, and there was no danger, he wasn't sure what he should do. He wasn't even sure what Tao was doing, or his intentions, and he didn't want to spoil a possible surprise or something? Though, it was a bit late for that. So Sehun decided that he would just...come into the bathroom.

Pushing the door open gently he heard Tao before he saw him. “Candy, you better not be chewing on a rose pet -” Then Tao gasped at Sehun's presence. Sehun pushed the bathroom door open completely and took in the sight that was Huang Zitao, crouched by the tub, stopped mid-motion of lighting a bunch of little candles. Tao just stared up at Sehun with his mouth gaped open and eyes wide as if he's just been caught doing something he shouldn't be.

Sehun glanced around the bathroom, taking in the sight. The lights were still on, but much like their bedroom, the bathroom was decorated with rose petals that were scattered on the floor and even some floating on top of the water in the tub. The tub was lined with multiple small tea candles around the rim and filled to the brim with water and bubbles. However, it appeared that Tao wasn't quite finished putting together whatever...this was, if the sealed bag of rose petals was anything to go by. Crossing his arms, Sehun leaned against the door frame and smirked at Tao. He really wanted to roll his eyes because this was so Tao. Only Tao would do something so cliche and cheesy with such detail and dedication.

"What are you doing?" Sehun drawled, but his voice was still light.

Tao quickly stood up and placed the lighter that he was holding to light the candles on the bathroom counter. He had a sheepish smile on his face, and it was really, really cute. "Uh. Trying to surprise you?" Tao chuckled then shrugged. "But I guess I didn't work quick enough..." Shaking his head, Sehun laughed lightly. This really was cute and amusing. Sehun reached out his hand for Tao to grab and Tao easily took his hand into his own, stepping in towards Sehun. Tao let go of Sehun’s hand once Sehun was in reach and wrapped his arms around Sehun's waist while Sehun wrapped his own around Tao's shoulders. Both of them were smiling, enjoying the soft, quiet moment between them, but then Sehun asked, "Not that I don't find this really endearing, but what are you doing this for...?"

Sehun wasn’t sure what to expect but he definitely didn’t expect Tao’s smile to fade to form a pout. “Don’t tell me I’m the only one that knows what this date is…” he mumbled.

Sehun’s brows furrowed in confusion as he started mentally going through any significant dates in his head to compare them to today’s date. It wasn’t Tao’s birthday, thank god, and it wasn’t his either. Was it Candy’s birthday? No…? That would be a little weird. Sehun was sure that it wasn’t their year anniversary already, nor was it any kind of holiday. Sehun was completely baffled because to him, it was just a normal Thursday night.

“Uhm…” Sehun gave as an answer, accompanied by a confused look.

“Hunnie…” Tao whined, sticking out his bottom lip.

Sehun reached up and flicked Tao’s bottom lip, making him retract his pout. “Stop that. Just tell me what I’m obviously forgetting,” Sehun’s tone was playful, but really, he was already accepting that he fucked up for whatever it was that he forgot.

Tao huffed, tugging Sehun closer and Sehun pliantly let him. “Hunnie, today is our six month anniversary!” Tao exclaimed, his brows now furrowed in feigned anger.

Sehun blinked a few times to process what Tao just said. “Six month anniversary…?” He repeated and Tao nodded. “That’s what this is all about?” Sehun chuckled and Tao’s mouth dropped open in disbelief. “Yes! This is what ‘t his is all about ’” Tao mocked, scrunching his face, affronted.

“Zizi, this is so sweet but when I first got home I thought something had happened to you. Something bad, or that you left, or something…” Sehun’s voice trailed off. Sehun could now feel Tao’s worried gaze on him. Licking his chapped lips, he gave a small shrug. “Not that you would leave, but. I don’t know…” Sehun glanced back at Tao who, not surprisingly, was smiling. He was smiling that gorgeous, wide smile of his with his pearly white teeth that resided in the mouth that Sehun loved; loved having pressed to his lips and other various parts of his body. “Why are you - “ But before Sehun could finish, Tao was leaning in and pressing his gently lips to Sehun’s for a lingering kiss. The kiss was meaningful, reassuring and ridding Sehun of any troublesome or doubtful thoughts that he had. When Tao pulled away, Sehun was breathless. The kiss wasn’t passionate or sensual or hot, but slow and loving.

“Hunnie,” Tao spoke softly, only a few inches from Sehun’s lips but he was looking Sehun in the yes. Sehun felt vulnerable and weak-kneed under Tao’s intense but beautiful gaze. “I just wanted to surprise you and let you relax. I didn’t mean to scare you. You know you can’t get rid of me.” he teased lightly.

Sehun blushed, feeling embarrassed by Tao’s bluntness, but he nodded slowly. “I know. Uhm, I’m sorry I ruined the surprise?” he was apologizing with a small smile because Tao was smiling, and Tao’s smile was contagious.

“Yeah, well, you better be! I’ve been at this for hours.” Tao whined, closing his eyes and leaning his head back in a dramatic exasperated motion. Sehun sighed and pressed his forehead to Tao’s shoulder. Tao stood upright again, leaning forward to smile against Sehun’s soft, now Auburn, locks. He hugged Sehun closer and tighter, placing a lingering kiss on the top of the other’s head. “Come on, why don’t you get undressed and enjoy your bath before the water gets too cold?”

Sehun nodded against his shoulder and stayed there. “You’re going to join me, right?” he mumbled.

“There’s not much room - “

It was Sehun’s turn to pout now, and he did his best. He turned his head so he could just see Tao from the corner of his eyes. With his cheeks puffed, bottom lip out and brows scrunched, Tao was fucked. Sehun wasn’t much of the pouting type, but it was worth seeing the blush that spread across Tao’s handsome face followed by his flagrant grin as he quickly changed his mind. “Well, yeah, of course, I’m going to join you. We’ll just have figure out how to make room.”

Sehun hummed, smirking as he pulled at the bottom of Tao’s shirt. “Hm, I think I know a way.” Sehun leaned in a collected Tao’s lips to his own, slotting them together as they moved to shut the door.

[taeinmycup]

Countdown To You | Pt. 6

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Member: Park Jimin

Words: 3.1k

Your soulmate clock is actually a countdown of how long your soulmate has left to live and holy shit you have to find your soulmate soon because your clock says you have three months left.” (source.)

A/N: i somehow feel like i’m getting nowhere with this fic but at the same time i also feel like we’re getting closer towards the real story you know what i mean ;; anyways SURPRISE YALL :’)) another update!!! enjoy the reading :’)

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4  | Pt. 5

As you stepped into the huge, empty amusement park, you came to the conclusion that Park Jimin was definitely a man of his words.

“How- The park is empty…” you muttered as your eyes were wandering through all the empty rides and closed stalls, not even noticing that the man next to you was smiling at your shocked face. It was mid-winter, so you did not expect the amusement park to be full of excited people, but you expected at least some other people to be here. You turned your head towards your soulmate, hiding half of your face behind your red, fluffy scarf – eying him with one raised brow. “Can you at least explain to me why there is no other form of human life here?”

The only answer Jimin gave you was a soft snicker, shaking his head amusingly as he took your hand in the process. You jolted up at the simple touch, the mark on your right wrist doing its job again as you stared at Jimin with wide eyes. You did not know why, but you suddenly felt a sparkle of hope inside of you – and you did not know what kind of hope it exactly was, but you certainly knew that it felt great.

“I was not joking when I said the words ‘just you and me’,” Jimin said, followed by a chuckle that made the butterflies in your stomach spin – the feeling you used to be afraid of, but which felt really lovely at this moment. You muttered a soft ‘ahh’, realization dawning upon you that Park Jimin was that kind of person who was able to hire off one whole amusement park for one day.

Jimin softly pulled you with him, making the two of you strolling down the amusement park slowly – your hands still intertwined with his. You couldn’t help but smile at how ironic this all was, actually. Until a few weeks ago, you knew nothing about your CEO, as Seulgi was one of the few co-workers who had actually seen his face – and the stories she told you about his behavior were nothing like how he was behaving at the moment. You couldn’t even dare to imagine being on a date with your CEO in the amusement park, even after you found out he was your soulmate – and you were his, of course. With the way he treated you in the beginning – so cold and distant – you had no hopes for a blossoming relationship. Of course, you did not expect to be in one with him either – since his illness was in the way of all that.

Speaking about his illness…

“Jimin,” you spoke up, interrupting the peaceful silence that was overwhelming the two of you just seconds ago, causing him to look up at you with wide, curious eyes.

“Yeah? What is it?” he asked you – his voice so soft and delicate that you almost wanted to cry at how it affected you.

“Is it okay for you to be here, though? I mean, like- Shouldn’t you be resting at home because of your illness?”

Jimin sighed at your question, and your doubts were building up once again. Why would you even ask it? You weren’t even sure if you were in the right position to ask such questions, so why couldn’t you shut up for once and just enjoy and live in the moment?

“Never mind, forget I asked-“

“This was actually why I didn’t want to start a relationship with you in the beginning, Y/N,” Jimin interrupted you all of a sudden, causing you to look up at him with raised brows – totally not getting his point.

“What do you mean by that?” you asked with a trembling voice, wondering if you had made him angry with your question – perhaps annoyed. Jimin, however, proved you totally wrong as he gave you a sweet smile – your worries about him being angry and annoyed disappearing all at once, now replaced by a somewhat relieved feeling in your stomach.

“You know what I mean by that. I’m ill, Y/N. I’ve got cancer. If you somehow get entangled with me, you also get entangled with my life – which means you have to deal with my illness. At some times, you will be seeing me all weak and devastated in a hospital bed, and with you being my soulmate, I can only imagine how worried you will be. Not to forget how hurt you will be as well. Your question proves that you’re already worried about me.”

Jimin stopped walking, causing you to stop walking as well – the two of you standing underneath the amusement park’s huge ferris wheel right now. Somehow, the wind blew harder at this spot, and the way Jimin’s dark, soft hair was waving along with the wind mesmerized you completely. He turned around, only to be standing in front of you directly – causing you to look up at him because he was taller than you. The smile never disappeared from his face, and you almost got emotional at the way he was caressing your cheek.

“T-then why are you… here with me? I honestly don’t understand…” you whispered in a soft tone – but it was loud enough for Jimin to hear, as he furrowed his brows immediately after your question. He kept quiet – his eyes shifting from one place to another, looking everywhere except in your eyes – something he’d normally do if he was nervous. You figured out he wouldn’t answer your question sooner or later, so you decided to continue speaking.

“After we found out about being each other’s soulmate, you practically… avoided me. I could understand why – that’s not the problem. But it’s confusing, you know? I was happy when you asked me out for a dinner date, like really happy, but I just don’t understand why you would want to be with me all of a sudden after you basically ignored and avoided me. When you were being distant, I thought I understood, and I decided to let our chance of a relationship go, because I thought you didn’t want to be in one. But we were both wrong, I guess.”

Jimin let out a heavy sigh, and the guilt you saw reflected in his eyes made you feel slightly guilty as well. You suddenly regretted bringing up this subject, but the both of you knew that you needed to talk this out eventually.  

“At first, I actually didn’t want to get involved with you, nor be in a relationship with you. For once, I wanted to be selfless. Knowing that the outcomes of a relationship between us would turn out pretty bad, I decided to let it all go. Mother Nature, however, works different – sometimes in ways we actually don’t want her to work. The fact that you’re my soulmate has won over my selflessness, and no matter how hard I tried to be selfless and think of you, Mother Nature has actually won me over – and I turned out to be selfish, once again.”

You listened to his words – and the way he talked completely mesmerized you. Jimin had a conflict within himself, yet he managed to explain his conflict in such a calming way – you were literally baffled at it. Your fondness of him was already growing big time, but it only seemed to grow further as you spent more time with him. The way he walked, the way he talked, not to mention the way he held your hand and looked at you with the same adoration that you had towards him – that’s when you realized that he really was your soulmate.

Maybe Mother Nature turned you into a selfish person as well. This damn soulmate concept.

“Wow. O-okay,” you stuttered softly, fidgeting with the hem of your winter jacket – attaching your eyes to the cold and hard – also somewhat white-colored because of the snow – floor. You mentally scolded yourself once again, wishing that you would come up with a better response than that. You surely weren’t that much of a smooth talker like your soulmate was, and you couldn’t help but wonder why the universe decided to choose Park Jimin as your soulmate.

Jimin let out a chuckle at your reply, before doing the unexpected to you – and within a second you were engulfed in a big hug, Jimin’s large arms hugging your tinier frame, as the sound of his laugh was like beautiful music to your ears. You could barely breathe – let alone move – as you found out how amazing it actually felt to be hugged by Jimin. You’ve heard from some ‘acquaintances’ – you never called anyone your friend except for Namjoon and Seulgi – that a hug from your soulmate was a thousand times better than a passionate kiss. You never wanted to believe it, of course – not because you used to think that the soulmate concept was just plain stupid, but because you simply couldn’t believe it. How could a hug be better than a kiss?

Seems like I have to apologize to these acquaintances for calling them delusional, you thought in your head. You literally felt like you were in heaven at the moment – while in reality, you were just engulfed in Jimin’s arms.

Engulfed in your dear, beloved soulmate’s arms.

After approximately twenty seconds passed by, Jimin let you go, and you had to suppress a whine you wanted to let out because of the sudden emptiness that you felt. You pouted your lips, and you could tell by his little, devilish smirk that the man knew you enjoyed the hug – and that was exactly the reason he did not went in for another one.

What a fucking tease.

“Well, since the whole amusement park will be ours for today – which ride do you want to go in first?” Jimin asked you, before taking your hand in his as he pulled you along. The warmth of his hand alone could make you feel dizzy and so in love – and you slowly came to the realization that this attraction you had felt towards Jimin was definitely growing into something so much more deeper than that. Honestly, you were afraid – afraid of falling. Yet, somehow you just couldn’t stop falling, no matter how aware you were of the consequences.

Or rather, you didn’t want to stop falling for him.

“I’m not a big fan of extreme rides, actually…” you murmured, letting your eyes wander through the park as you were looking for something decent to ride on.

“I didn’t know you were a scaredy-cat,” Jimin teased you, an amused smirk growing on his handsome face as he eyed you with a devilish twinkle in his eyes. You rolled your eyes at his remark, elbowing him playfully as you let out a small chuckle – he was unbelievable.

All of a sudden, Jimin stopped in his tracks – which caused you to stop walking as well – and the next thing you saw was your other half literally gaping at something that was in front of him. Or rather, he was gaping at something that was towering above him. You raised your brows, wondering what he was so surprised about – and when you saw it yourself, you suddenly understood Jimin’s awe, and you swore that your eyes might have been even wider than his were.

“How about the ferris wheel, then?” Jimin asked you softly, slowly averting his eyes from the huge ferris wheel in front of them – only to look you in the eyes. And no matter how hard you tried, every time he would look at you like that – with his beautiful brown orbs full of life and excitement – your knees would buckle and your heart would race rapidly. It almost felt dangerous.

You just nodded at him – afraid that your voice would betray your feelings – and before you knew it, the two of you were already getting into the ferris wheel, but not before one of the amusement park’s employees greeted you with probably the warmest smile that you had ever seen. You might had been hallucinating, but it seemed like his smile towards Jimin was warmer than the one towards you – and you couldn’t help but assume that the two of them must know each other.

“Well, enjoy the ride you two. Watch out for the wind up there, though. It’s a bit colder when you’re a few meters above the ground,” the employee laughed, before pressing down some green button – which caused the ferris wheel to move slowly.

The blowing wind was indeed much colder – but somehow very refreshing in a way that it could clear your mind. You let out a deep sigh, as you let yourself getting carried away with the fresh winter breeze – the wind blowing against your slight reddened cheeks, your hair waving along with it. You were so occupied with ‘getting carried away by the winter breeze’, that you did not even notice the man next to you – who was watching you with full adoration reflected in his orbs. The smile on his face was wide – maybe a little bit too wide – and any other person would think that he’s so in love with you.

And it was at that specific moment in the ferris wheel – when he looked at you, who was smiling widely and simply enjoying the refreshing feeling that the winter-breeze gave you – that he realized that he was indeed falling in love with you.

And somehow, it made him feel better than ever – despite the illness that he was suffering with.

“Y/N?”

Jimin’s soft voice shook you out of your trance, and you turned your head towards him – only to see him looking back in awe, his eyes reflecting all kind of emotions they could reflect. It was like you were in trance because of his orbs, because it felt like you couldn’t move for a second – and you wondered if this was common with soulmates – getting mesmerized by looking into the eyes of your other half.

Jimin shifted closer towards you – the ferris wheel wagon shaking slightly along his movement – and the closer he came, the more stiff your body went. You didn’t know why you were behaving so nervously – it didn’t make sense actually, you had slept with him the night before. Yet, there was something about Jimin that made you feel tense – however, not particularly in a bad way. You felt intimidated by him, with a mix of confusion and fear – but you also felt complete in his presence. As if he was the lost piece to your puzzle – the lost piece that you were looking for your entire life.

Maybe you were being selfish, maybe you weren’t, but it didn’t even matter to you at the moment. All that mattered, was how good you felt with Jimin by your side – how happy you felt with him by your side.

At this moment, that was the only thing that mattered. Not his illness, not your fear of losing him – it was only you and him, nothing else.

“Can I kiss you?”

The question slipped out of your mouth before you could even stop it – and Jimin’s wide eyes would have made you laugh if the situation wasn’t so serious. The man almost choked in his own saliva, totally caught off guard by your sudden question – and you couldn’t help but smile a little at his shock. It was so cute.

“You sure do know how surprise me every single time, Y/N,” Jimin laughed, scratching the back of his neck – a habit he seemed to have whenever he was nervous about something, and you noticed that he’d do it multiple times when something at work wouldn’t go as planned. Park Jimin was an interesting person to observe to you – and maybe it was because he was your beloved soulmate – but you were sure that any other female co-worker of yours would do the exact same thing.

“I can say the same thing about you, Mr. CEO,” you remarked, letting out a soft chuckle – before shifting closer towards him as well, and you could feel the whole mood around the both of you change. Your breath slowly hitched, and it felt like all the air was getting sucked out of your lungs – with your eyes slowly shifting towards his lips. You couldn’t believe you were doing this again – losing all your self-control just like in his car yesterday night. Although that ended up in an amazing night, you didn’t see yourself as a person who would initiate something like that.

Life really has its own wicked plottwists.

“Wait,” Jimin softly interrupted you, pushing you away slightly, but not too much as your lips were still pretty close to his. You blinked at him with confused eyes – did he not want to kiss you? For a second you actually thought he didn’t, but by the way he didn’t push you too far away from him, you were sure that Jimin not wanting to kiss you couldn’t be the reason of it.

“I will kiss you on one condition,” Jimin whispered, giving you such an intense stare that you could have fainted on the spot if it wasn’t for Jimin holding you closely.

“And that one condition is?” you asked in a sceptic tone, raising a brow at him – wondering what the man was up to as you watched him chuckle slightly, before shifting closer towards you, his face now inches closer to yours.

“Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

You could feel your heart drop at his question – not because you didn’t want to be his girlfriend, you certainly wanted to be his person – but because how sad the question actually sounded like. This wasn’t just a simple question – the both of you knew that if you’d tell him yes, that you also had to face and bear the consequences with it. This question should bring out the happiness in you – and it was not that you weren’t happy that he asked you to be his – but you couldn’t help to feel the sadness of it as well.                                                          

However, you also knew that without Jimin by your side, you would suffer badly – maybe even more than being next to him. He was your soulmate after all. It was programmed in human nature that once you had found your soulmate, there was no turning back – and living without your other half could cause a lot of emotional damage to you. The more you thought of this concept, the more you realized how cruel it actually was – but there was nothing you could do about it.

So once again, maybe the two of you were being selfish – but these past weeks, you had learned that being selfish was one of the essentials in life to survive.

And in this case, you realized that being selfish was probably the only reason to get through all this.

“Yes, Jimin. I’d like to be your girlfriend.”

The kiss that followed afterwards was unforgettable – and it officially marked the beginning of your ill-fated relationship with Park Jimin.

[gentlemenclubbbz]

jelly - Joji

Requested. Joji being jealous of your pet. 

***

“What’s so great about you?” he grimaces, displeased. You don’t hear him since you weren’t in the room—Joji was all alone. With your freaking cat.

“Meow!” the cat says rather indignant, lifting up its chin in defiance. Joji frowns, sitting on the floor and facing the menacing cat. His arch-nemesis, a thorn in his side, a threat to your affections. He never believed that a cat would be catching your attention this much. Then again, it was your favourite pet, the one you loved and kept you company until Joji came into your life. Invaded the cat’s territory and obviously, it didn’t like that. He disliked Joji from the start, but at the same time, Joji had the same feelings. You didn’t seem to notice, despite the fact that they kept ‘fighting’ when you were not looking. Sometimes Joji wanted to throw that damn cat out the window; but you were never going to forgive him for that.

“You’re an evil little shit…” the Asian boy whispers, leaning over to the cat. The cat doesn’t even flinch, those yellow eyes regarding Joji coolly. It only ticked Joji off.

He can’t help his jealousy. You’re only giving attention to that cat whenever he was around. And the cat knew exactly that it was pissing Joji off—the little feline did it on purpose. Whenever you were kissing and getting into the mood to go further, the cat would saunter in sassily, meow at your feet—and your attention was immediately caught by him. You’d forget about your boyfriend as the soft fur would brush against your leg and you would get away from his embrace. The purring of the feeling soothes you and you’d coo out in delight as you pick the cat up and nuzzle it with affection. And Joji can only watch, sometimes even sporting a boner that leaves a sour taste in his mouth, unfinished.

No matter how much he tried to shoo the cat away or tell you that ‘Hey, maybe you should put your cat out, he might not like what he’ll see’. But it always fell to deaf ears. You’d even get mad sometimes if he insisted—so he gave up entirely, getting swallowed up in his own jealousy.

It should’ve been him making you smile like that. It should’ve been him getting hugged like there was no tomorrow. You should give him more attention than to that ugly cat.

“Well, you’re not entirely ugly…” he sighs in defeat, knowing very well that, if there were other circumstances, he’d love to cuddle up with the cat. He knows he shouldn’t be upset about it, knowing that his love could not be replaced by a cat’s. He wants to pet it, he knows it, deep inside. But there was too much feud between the two to reconcile. He doesn’t want to be the first one to concede.

“Joji!!” he suddenly hears your voice and he huffs. He already pictures out the way this was going to turn out. It’s him and the cat inside the room, so there’s only one outcome: the cat’s the first thing that you’ll notice. So he resigns, makes himself comfortable on the couch, hugging a pillow for comfort. He slouches and sulks as you come inside the room—he doesn’t even look in your direction as your eyes lighten up at the sight of the—

“CAT!”

‘Of course,’ Joji snorts, sighing barely audibly. He watches you as you run to the cat and take it into your arms, hugging the soul out of the animal. But the cat doesn’t seem to mind; instead it starts to purr even more firmly, rubbing its head against your cheek. “Awww, I missed you [cat’s name]!! I was away all day long and mmmmmmmmmm you’re so cute!!”

Joji’s annoyed, but it’s just a numb feeling by now. He doesn’t care anymore so he accepts his defeat. He’ll never be on par with that damn cat. So he can only live with it.

“Jooo—jiii~” you say in singsong and he immediately snaps his gaze towards you. He didn’t realize that you let the cat go and came in front of him, crouching between his knees and looking up at him so beautifully. With a smirk on your lips, so kinky. It made blood rush between his legs and his breath hitched in his throat; he never saw you initiate something, especially when the pet was in the room. “What’s with that pout? You didn’t even look at me as I came in!” He mumbles something as a response and you lean towards him to hear him better. “What?”

Your smile was most convincing and he felt himself melting in adoration. “…Nothing.” He obstinately says.

You know there was something wrong with him but it might be tricky to get him to say what was happening with him. “Joji…” you whisper seductively and gently, rubbing your palm up and down his thigh. His body tenses at the touch but he doesn’t move you away. He waits, feeling himself losing his composure. He just wanted to pounce on you…

“Did I do something wrong? I won’t know if you don’t tell me.”

And he sighs, knowing there was no way he could see you upset about it. So he opens his mouth “I—“

“MEOW!” the annoying sound and the sight of the cat jumping on the couch is the last thing that makes Joji snap.

“Oh for fuck’s sake…” he growls, rolling his eyes and expecting you to turn your attention to it. Forget that you were about to do something naughty with him.

“Hmmm…” he hears you hum and he looks at you. You’re watching him, testily. “So it really was [cat’s name]…”

He was baffled, furrowing his brows. “What?”

“I noticed that you didn’t really like [cat’s name].” ‘You did?!’ “But I wasn’t sure about it. Now I have everything confirmed.”

Joji can’t say anything as you stood up and pick up the cat. He’s even more surprised that you throw the cat out and close the door. His mouth is wide as you come back into your initial position, wearing a grin. You’re most amused by his expression so you can’t help but giggle.

“B-But…”

“But what?” you giggle even more at his confusion.

“But you love that cat!”

The pathetic meowing behind the door started, intensifying the more you ignored the cat. You didn’t even flinch, and Joji was impressed.

“But I love you more, silly,” you declare with determination, climbing into his lap and straddling him. You cup his face and kiss him passionately on his lips. “You don’t have to be jealous of a cat, Joji.”

“What was I supposed to think, then?” he can’t help but say, his hands grasping your hips and holding you close. “You kissed that cat more often than you kissed me.”

“I won’t do it again!” you laugh, kissing him again.

He deepens it then parts, leaving you breathless. “Promise?”

“Promise!” you chuckle darkly. “Now…Let me apologize.”

[megamindturtle]

simplicity

megamind prepares a gift for roxanne’s birthday.

for @setepenre-set. happy birthday, my dear. you are a muse and an inspiration. 

When he was a child, young and still hopeful, Megamind always thought that he would be a passionate partner. Loud and showy, extreme gestures of affections to shower his love. Extravagant gifts to sweep them off their feet and–

He used to think the same thing when he was a supervillain. If only Roxanne had noticed him then, he thought, he would build her anything. Show her something spectacular and woo her like a handsome love interest from an old movie. 

In reality though, Megamind learns that his love is much shyer and something far more delicate that outrageous gifts. He lacks his usual bravado and chooses instead to listen than talk. He takes his time and doesn’t rush, much to Roxanne’s amusement. 

One night as they’re curled up on her couch, she teases, “For an attention whore, people would be surprised how quiet you can be.” 

“Well, that’s when I’m entertaining,” he laughs. He presses a kiss to her hairline and sighs contently, “With you though, I want to cherish every second.” 

(He’ll never forget how after he said that, she looked up at him as if he said something so profound, her eyes bright with happiness and he saw stars in her smile.

“I love you,” she whispered, her eyes never breaking his gaze. “I–yeah, I love you.” 

He grinned, his heart thudding in his chest, his head dipping towards her. “I love you too.”) 

His love is simple in the way that they hold hands as they walk through the park, through unsaid conversations as they look at art, soaking in the moonlight as they ride on his hoverbike. 

It’s Sunday mornings cuddled in her bed and late nights in his lab as he works on a new experiment to patent. Text messages that say good morning and phones saying goodnight. Shopping trips together and getting lunch and dinner and–

–better than the movies.

It’s learning how to bake a cake and having a fish in a gorilla suit yell at you several times to stop trying to improvise and follow the damn instructions the box says because sir, baking is like chemistry and you’re too much of a total novice to play the fuck around.  

“And–perfect,” he says admiring his handiwork, proud of the display arranged on Roxanne’s kitchen table. The cake, a small present wrapped prettily with a bow, and a vase filled with her favorite flowers. 

After all, the key has always been presentation, and with Roxanne, less has always been more. 

Megamind waits a few moments, taking his time to savor the anticipation of when Roxanne comes home and smiles, the way his heart swells at the thought of taking her completely surprised because he told her that he only had time for dinner. Work and all that. 

(He didn’t tell her that, well, he intended to make dinner. That…well, it’s going to be an adventure, that’s for sure.) 

He’s only on backup plan twenty two when her apartment lock clicks opens and he stops pacing. Twenty two would have been a good plan, he thinks. He’s also a bit surprised how long it took him to conclude getting pizza if everything else fails. 

He sheepishly waggles his fingers when he turns around, oddly feeling embarrassed that he is somewhat caught waiting. Megamind gives a shy smile as Roxanne’s jaw hangs open. 

“Happy birthday, Miss Ritchi,” he says, accepting the blissful warmth that comes every time he sees her.

Wordlessly, she puts down her purse and rushes towards him, crashing into him with a giant hug. Her face is buried between his neck and shoulder, her breath tickling his skin. “What are you doing here?”

“Well, I said I’d see you at dinner,” he laughs, stroking her hair as she grabs tighter.

She pulls back enough to rest her cheek on his shoulder instead, her eyes glued to the table. “I know, but what’s all this?” 

He hums, feeling a bit proud. “A surprise.” 

“…is…is that a homemade cake?” she whispers as she drags him closer to the table. 

“…maybe.” 

She whirls on him, her face joyous and bright. “Megamind, did you learn how to make a cake for my birthday?” 

He shrugs, averting his eyes and blushing. “You said the yellow kind was your favorite.” 

She leans into his touch and kisses his covered clavicle, almost over his heart. “You’re my favorite too.” 

He grins and brushes his lips across her cheek. “I know.” 

Roxanne rolls her eyes and playfully shoves him away. “Oh great, you’re gonna get a big head or something.” 

Snorting, he picks up the present he made. “If my neck snaps, I’ll be sure to blame you then.” 

Roxanne eyes him and laughs. “Please promise to haunt me in the alien afterlife.” 

Pressing the gift into her hand, he shakes his head. “But of course, who else could I bother? Wayne? Pft. He’d be boring.” 

Roxanne fiddles with the bow, a soft red ribbon neatly around crisp white paper. Megamind swallows, feeling extremely nervous as she slowly undoes the tie. She gathers it in her hand and peers up at him through her lashes. 

“It’s a rather small box,” she teases. 

He awkwardly laughs, unsure how she’ll respond. “I kinda–well, I made it too. Like the cake, but gems are much easier to create than baking a cake–” He stops himself from rambling. “I hope you’ll like it,” he finishes lamely. 

Her thumb digs under the paper, ripping the material easily. “I’m sure I’ll love it.”

Easily, she tears the rest of the package open and her eyes widen a second as she holds a jewelry gift box in her hands. Roxanne’s eyes dart to him and he can only gesture for her to open it.  

Silently, she slowly forces the box open, the metal hinges only creaking slightly as Megamind waits. For a brief second when she first sees the gift he made Roxanne’s face is illuminated, happiness glowing effortless. In the next, it slightly falls into a less excited, but accepting smile. 

She glances up at him, still not fully joyous as she was a moment before. “These have to be the most beautiful earrings I’ve ever seen,” she praises. 

Megamind takes a deep breath and smiles tightly, praying she doesn’t notice the way his heart is bruising. “You don’t like them,” he says, his foot shuffling backwards. 

God…he just–it’s supposed to be a simple thing. A good simple thing and he shouldn’t be so offended that she doesn’t like them. Roxanne isn’t obligated to like the earrings just because he made them–thought of the stars in her smile and the sky in her eyes and–

He gave them to her because he simply loves her. It is a fact. That’s all and there is no need to ask for reciprocation and he’s not the hero in old movie, obviously because okay, maybe part of him was hoping that perhaps, she would tackle him in a hug again and–well, enthuse that she adored them because–

Well, she adores him. 

But his thoughts are absolutely interrupted when she grabs hold of his hand doesn’t let him slide away. “No, no, no! I really do love them!” she cries, clutching the small box to her chest. Her fingers grip his hand tight. “I just thought–I–”

He lets out a small sigh and caresses the side of her cheek, more than willing to give when she looks so conflicted. “You thought what?” 

Roxanne ducks her head and he can feel the heat of her skin burn under his fingertips. He’s baffled and perplexed, letting out a small laugh. “What is it? Tell me, please,” he finishes, tilting her chin up so that he can see into her eyes. 

She takes a deep breath, her face flushed, gnawing at her lower lip. “Promise not to freak out.” 

He smiles gently. “I think we both agreed that the number one freakout award goes to you when you found out that you were dating a supervillain and not a librarian.”  

Roxanne huffs, crossing her arms and steps away from him. “Megamind, I’m being serious!” 

He flaps his hand. “And I’m being serious! Whatever it is, Roxanne, it’s not going to be as crazy or off the wall as that.” 

She rolls her eyes and puts a hand to forehead. “You can be so…exasperating sometimes, you know?” 

Megamind gathers her in a hug and holds her close. “I do know. That’s why every day I thank whatever force in this universe gave you the patience of a saint to put up with me.” 

Giving up in defeat, she hugs him too, her forehead perched perfectly on his shoulder again. “That’s because I love you.” 

He sighs happily, giving her a squeeze. “And I love you too. Very much.” Swaying them side to side, he strokes her back. “Now, what is it?” 

Groaning, Roxanne looks up at him and drapes her arms over his shoulders, her fingers digging in the material of his collar. “I thought well–”

She’s averting her eyes again, he thinks. 

“Yes?”

Roxanne gives him a small smile, but doesn’t look away, the blue of her eyes burning him. “I thought you were asking me to marry you.” 

“But–but–” he sputters.

Um. 

“Megamind? Megamind, babe, did you stop breathing?” 

She thought he was going to propose to her.

“Oh my god, you literally are not breathing.”

As if she wants to marry him. 

(He feels her guide him to her couch. Breathe, Megamind, she says. Breathe! 

It takes him a few seconds until his lungs are burning that he finally does take a breath and then another and another and another–

and she wants to marry him.) 

“Who is the award winner for biggest freakout ever?” Roxanne mutters under her breath. 

“You,” he rasps. Letting out an unsteady breath, “You’re also the award winner blowing my mind too.” 

“I thought that was only in the bedroom.” 

He pinches her thigh. “Miss Ritchi,” he scolds, feeling a semblance of normal when she leans against him and laughs, imitating him as she settles on the couch. 

“Now who’s being serious?” she jests. 

Megamind rolls his eyes before sinking into the couch. “I just–wow, I didn’t realize we’d be having a conversation about our relationship…going further…today.” 

Her fingers intertwine with his, the pink of her skin contrasting his blue. It only bothers him sometimes that he’s so different from her, sometimes just–it would be a lot easier if–well, you know.

“Do you,” she starts, her voice small, “do you not want to marry me?” 

In an instance, he turns to her and shakes his head vigorously. “No, no! I would love to! In a heartbeat, no question about it!”

She only smirks a bit, still scared, but willing to brave forward. “No questions, really?” 

He feels the same. Gathering her hands in his, he kisses her knuckles. “I would love nothing more, but honestly? It never crossed my mind.” 

Roxanne frowns slightly. “Because of–”

“Not because of you!” he rushes. “Or me, even! Just–being with you was all I ever wanted and I have that now so–I guess, I don’t know–how in the world could I ask for more?” 

She gives him a heartbreaking smile. “That’s okay, dear. I feel like that too,” she says. “I like us the way we are now. How could I not? It’s so fun and peaceful, but what if?” 

Megamind smiles and reaches for her, pulling her gently so that they can lay on her couch. “Exactly,” he says once they get comfortable. “I–I want to never take a second for granted with you, Roxanne. Never, ever.” 

Her fingers curl into the fabric of his suit. “I don’t think you are. I think the only greedy here is me,” she starts with a laugh. “But oh man, I was really hoping, the second when I walked in because–wow, Megamind, it sure did seem like a proposal.” 

He leans down and kisses her before grinning. “We could always try again, if you’d like.” 

She giggles and playfully smacks him. “If you’re going to propose, how about you do it when you feel the time is right?” 

“Yes, dear,” he teasingly replies. 

Afternoon sun filters through the large windows in Roxanne’s apartment. Megamind feels content and at peace with her in his arms, warmth blanketing over them with ease. It’s perfect.

His eyelids feel heavy, the comforting reassurance of Roxanne’s breathing falling into a pattern as she holds him close. It’s everything he knows he wanted and–

–it’s better than he ever thought.

“Hey, babe?” he whispers as the sun lets way for the dark.

“Hmmm.” 

“Can I marry you one day?” 

He feels her smile over his heart and can’t stop his own. 

“Of course.”  

“Good. Happy birthday, Roxanne.”

(Of course, by the time Roxanne’s next birthday rolls around, Megamind is happy to say that there is ring fitted perfectly already on her hand.)