#maybe this weekend I’ll uhhh

[cirsiu-m]

thought I was probably done with this place forever but then I see that @baiika has posted the horniest reply I’ve ever seen

[pure-smut]

helping out a friend.

featuring: Kuroo Tetsuro x f!reader

contains: childhood friends to lovers, mutual m*sturbation, missionary, softdom!kuroo, watching p*rn

note: all characters are aged up to 18+!

word count: 2.4k

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You’ve known Tetsuro Kuroo since you were practically babies. You found each other at nursery and you’ve been inseparable ever since. Even though you’re older now and went to different Universities, you video call nearly every day. You’ve managed to break out of your shell a bit and make some new friends at Uni but nothing beats seeing Tetsu’s face pop up on your phone. He just cheers you up.

“Hey, nerd,” Tesu greets you one day. You balance your phone against the stack of books on your desk so you can see each other while you study.

“Hey, loser,” you greet him back. He must be just out of the shower because he’s not wearing a shirt and his chest is slick and shiny. “You couldn’t make yourself decent?”

“What, you don’t like?” he says, grinning. You roll your eyes and ignore him.

If you’re being honest with yourself, there was maybe a time years and years and years ago where you had a bit of a thing for Tetsu. You’re super close, after all, and he’s good-looking so you figured it was normal. After it became apparent that he didn’t view you that way – he flirts with literally everyone – you buried it way down deep until it disappeared. So, yes, at one point a comment like that would have made you blush. Now it doesn’t even phase you.

“You still studying?” Tetsu continues, oblivious.

“Duh. My last exam is tomorrow.”

“And then you’ll be back home, right?”

“Yep! Flights are booked for Friday.” You smile, excited to see him in person again.

“We need to hang out asap. I’ve missed you, dude.”

“I’ve missed you too. But are you not seeing Clarissa on Friday?”

He winces.

“Uhhh… no. That’s… not really a thing anymore.”

“Oh.” You look up from your notebook. “I’m sorry, Tetsu. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, dude, don’t even worry about it. I’ve gotta go but good luck with your exam tomorrow.”

“Thanks, I’ll see you Friday!”

You hang up and shake your head. For some reason, Tetsu can never stick with a girlfriend. Clarissa had lasted the longest and you had actually really liked her. You start to wonder what went wrong before stopping yourself. No, you need to focus on the exam and then you can catch up with Tetsu this weekend. The corner of your mouth upticks in a smile at seeing him again.

*

The exam goes as well as it could and you have a couple of hours to yourself before you need to catch your flight. You text your FWB but he replies with a busy today, sorry x. You sigh and pick up your laptop.

You have a few bookmarked porn videos and, exhausted from the exam, you decide to click an old, familiar one rather than searching through a bunch of new ones. As it starts up, you lick your finger to get it slick and snake a hand down under your panties. By the time the guy in the video is getting started, you’re softly rubbing your clit, your gaze on the screen intense.

Just as you’re nearing your orgasm, your phone rings. You groan with frustration but, seeing Tetsu’s name, you pick up.

“What?” you snap.

“Whoa, hello to you, too,” Tetsu chuckles.

“I’m a bit busy.”

“Doing what?”

There’s an awkward pause and, to your horror, you realise you haven’t stopped the video. The sound of slapping flesh and moaning fills the air.

“Oh,” Tetsu says.

“I-I’ll call you later,” you stammer out and hang up immediately.

Mortified, all your earlier horniess evaporates and you lay back in your bed, your face in your hands. Your phone buzzes with a message from Tetsu but you can’t even bring yourself to look at it. Instead, you push it down before your humiliation overwhelms you and start getting ready for your flight.

*

You arrive in your hometown that evening, exhausted and irritable.

“Did your exam not go well, sweetie?” Mom asks, frowning and pushing back your hair from your face.

“No, it was okay,” you sigh. “I’ve just had a long day.”

And you’ve embarrassed yourself so much in front of Tetsu that you want the ground to swallow you whole, you think but keep that part to yourself.

“I’ve got some dinner in the fridge for you, d’you want me to warm it up?”

“Thanks, Mom, but it’s alright. I’m just going to hang out in my room tonight. Get an early night.”

She seems displeased but doesn’t argue, letting you wheel your suitcase up the stairs and into your room.

It always feels weird coming home to your old bedroom – most stuff you took with you to the University dorms so all that’s left are your childhood things that you don’t want to part with. Even the walls are bare now. They used to be covered with photos of Tetsu and you but you took those to Uni with you too.

You groan at the thought of him and how awkward he must have felt. He’d sent you a few more messages but you haven’t checked them in case they confirm your worst fears – that you’re gross and he doesn’t want to be friends anymore. The thought makes you well up so you pull out your laptop and put on some low-stakes sitcom and bury yourself under the duvet.

You’re deep into your wallowing when there’s a knock at the door.

“I don’t want dinner, Mom!” you call. “I already said!”

“Unfortunately, I’m not dinner but I am a snack,” Tetsu responds from the other side of the door. You snap up to sitting, nearly launching your laptop off the bed. “Can I come in?”

“Uh…” You desperately look around although you don’t know what you're even looking for. “Um, yes. Yeah, come in.”

Tetsu steps in with his hand covering his eyes and closes the door behind him.

“What are you doing?” You squint at him.

“Oh, just in case I’m interrupting you jerking off again.”

A burst of laughter explodes from your chest, despite your burning cheeks, and you throw your pillow at him.

“You’re a dick!” you say but you’re laughing. He takes his hand away from his eyes and grins.

“Didn’t you get any of my messages?”

You avert your eyes and don’t say anything. Tetsu crosses the space between you and sits down next to you on the bed. You hate how embarrassed you feel – Tetsu always puts you at ease and you automatically want to rest your head on his shoulder but it feels too awkward to do so now.

“Listen, don’t worry about it,” he says. “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. So you were getting yourself off, so what? Everyone does it.”

“I know but…” You bury your face in your hands. Tetsu reaches across to ease your hands away and looks you in the eye.

“Seriously, don’t be embarrassed. Honestly? It was kind of hot.”

A million butterflies explode in your stomach and your heart sets off at a gallop.

“W-what?”

“Not to be weird or anything,” Tetsu grins and rubs the back of his neck. “And you don’t need to talk about it if you don’t want to. But we talk about everything else, right?”

“Right,” you say, breathless. “What… I mean, what would we even talk about?”

He shrugs.

“I don’t know, like, what kind of stuff were you watching?”

Your face flushes but you fight the urge to dive under the covers.

“I… don’t really know how to describe it.”

Tetsu’s eyes glint.

“Why don’t you show me then?”

You give a nervous bout of laughter, your heart still thunderous in your ears.

“Only if you want to,” he adds and you nod your head.

“I do, I just… won’t you find it weird?”

“Why would I? You’re my best friend.”

Tetsu smiles at you and it’s so familiar and reassuring that you smile back. You know that as soon as you reach for the laptop, your friendship will shift and you won’t be able to move it back. But it feels okay. Natural.

You pick up the laptop as Tetsu moves up the bed to sit next to you, his back against the headboard.

Your finger hovers over the link in the bookmark bar, hesitating before you take the plunge and click it. The familiar video starts playing as a man in a suit makes out with a woman in a secretary outfit. Tetsu gives a low chuckle.

“Nice,” he says and you get a weird thrill at his approval. “D’you watch this a lot?”

“Um, I guess. Every couple of days.”

His breathing hitches and he gives you a sidelong look.

“What?” you ask, defensiveness creeping into your voice.

“Nothing. I just like the idea of you touching yourself.”

“Shut up,” you say, your face warm and he gives a wide grin.

You keep watching for a few minutes as the man in the video starts fingering his secretary. His fingers plunge deep inside her and she throws her head back in pleasure. You feel yourself getting wetter and squirm uncomfortably. Tetsu must notice because he gives you another look.

“Touch yourself if you want,” he says. “I don’t mind.”

“I… no. It’s too awkward,” you reply, keeping your eyes forward on the screen.

“I could do it for you.”

You chance a glance at him and his eyes are on you. He’s looking at you in a way he never had before, like he’s hungry.

“Do you… would you want me to do it for you, too?” you say clumsily. You both look down to see the bulge in his jeans.

“Yeah,” he says, his playful smile gone. “If you want to.”

Your eyes are glued to his bulge. Your entire crush, which you thought you’d long buried, suddenly resurrects itself and you find yourself desperate to touch him.

“I do. Want to, I mean.” You lick your lips and he glances down to look at your mouth.

Unsure who should go first, you hesitate. Luckily, Tetsu doesn’t, and you watch him lick two of his long fingers.

“Spread your legs for me,” he instructs and you do so immediately. He pushes his hand down under the band of your pyjama shorts and panties. He doesn’t break eye contact the entire time. When his fingers reach your pussy lips, he finds them already slick with your arousal.

“The video do this to you?” he asks.

“The video,” you say. “And you.”

Emboldened, you reach across and undo his jeans. You slip your hand in and close it around his cock, gently pulling it free. As soon as you touch him, he inhales sharply.

“Is this okay?” you ask.

“Yeah. Definitely.”

His cock is velvety soft despite being rock solid and it feels hot against your fingers. You begin to stroke him slowly.

“Fuck,” he gasps, his hand still down your shorts. “I want to make you cum but I can’t fucking think straight with your hand around my cock.”

You keep stroking him regardless, enjoying him melt beneath your fingertips. He repositions himself so he’s closer to you and his fingers begin circling your clit. You give a small gasp at the jolt it sends through your body and Tetsu groans, his eyes glazed over.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he murmurs so quietly you almost don’t hear him.

“Do what?” you whisper as his finger continues playing with your swollen clit.

“Touch you,” he breathes. “Fuck you.”

The muscles in his arm are taut and hard, his stomach solid as you start jerking him faster.

“I want you, too,” you tell him, your voice laden with need.

“Really?”

“Yes, Tetsu. Fuck me, now, please.”

“Oh, fuck,” he groans and, with effort, pulls himself free of your grasp.

Your pussy feels bare without his hand but it doesn’t last long as Tetsu positions himself over you. There’s something unspoken between you – that you can take this slow another time, that you can explore each other’s bodies afterwards. Right now, you need each other too much to wait.

Tetsu quickly strips you of your pyjama shorts and panties, the only thing in between his cock and your pussy. You wrap your legs around him, using your feet to push down his jeans just enough so that his cock is free. He lines up the head with your entrance before looking up at you, a question in his eyes. You nod without hesitation.

Tetsu pushes his hips forward. He starts slow, only sinking in a few inches but he’s hard and thick and it’s enough for your eyes to roll back in your head. You can feel him stretching you, rubbing against all your nerves.

“Fuck,” you gasp. When you open your eyes, his are watching you.

He draws back ever so slightly before pushing in even deeper, waiting for you to adjust to the size of him before going any further. Every stroke sends your nerves alight. He continues until he’s buried completely inside you, filling you.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans.

The walls of your pussy clamp down on him and you can see the muscles in his arms bulging as he holds up his weight over you. He pulls back until he’s nearly fully out. In the light of the laptop, you can see his cock glistening with your juices before he slams back inside you. He picks up speed, finding a rhythm, and each time he pounds you, you hurtle closer to an orgasm. Your pussy starts to contract around his cock.

“T-Tetsu, I… I’m going to…” you gasp but you can’t finish the sentence.

Your orgasm rocks through your body, your pussy squeezing Tetsu’s cock. Your legs wrap tightly around him, encouraging him to go harder, deeper. Tetsu gives a long, low moan and you feel his cock throb. His hand grips your hip, pinning you beneath him as he unleashes thick ropes of his cum inside you. You both collapse onto the bed.

After a few moments, while you both catch your breath, he pushes himself up on one arm. While still inside you, he presses a gentle kiss on your lips – your first kiss. When he pulls back, there’s a grin on his face.

“That was way better than jerking off.”

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[anni-writes]

intimacy limbo

Miya Atsumu x MSBY PR manager! reader

Warnings: nsfw, suggestive convo, dirty talk, drunk atsumu, drunk call, nothing very explicit though

word count: 1106

@ anni says: I'm a sucker for this dynamic, probably will write more, let me know if y'all liked 🤲

“hello?”

you pick up the annoying phone buzzing under your pillow without sparing much time to check the name on the screen, assuming it's an emergency, since nobody would sanely call another person in the middle of the night if it wasn't important, right?

… wrong

“did I wake you up?“ — the voice on the other side said and you wondered if he was joking

you sat on the bed, looking to the clock on the bedstand

“it's 2am, Atsumu. Why are you calling?”

you asked in a deep hoarse sleepy voice, your forehead frowning while your brain tried to make the sinapses of why Atsumu Miya would call his PR Manager at such hour.

all the answers sounded terrible

“fuck, don't tell me you're screwing a married actress again? or you fought someone at a party? it's fucking friday Atsumu you're gonna make me work on the weekend again—”

“God, your voice is so hot when you wake up…”

he interrupted my rambling with his own and immediately I realize he might be drunk.

“where are you?” — I asked, a little more soothing now

“uhhh… home?”

“since when?”

“since… ten minutes ago”

“where were you?”

“i— at a pub? with Bokkun and some others”

“why are you calling?”

the line went quiet, I can feel the hesitation lingering, but I don't push it, just hearing his deep breathing for some long seconds

“i— wanted to hear your voice… you…”

he stops suddenly, and I let him be, laying back down on my bed, keeping the phone on my ear, looking at the ceiling

“are you drunk?”

“no. maybe? a little. but not much” — enough to call me in the middle of the night, I think to myself. but also don't comment on it

I stay quiet on the line for a few seconds, enough for him to protest.

“hey”

“hm?”

“talk to me”

he say, a demanding tone, and I can't help but snort.

“what do you want to talk about, Miya?”

“when was the last time you fucked somebody”

my breath hitched in a silent surprise, not expecting this question

“what the fuck, Atsumu—”

“answer me”

I stop on my track, narrowing my eyes and shaking my head, trying to remember when was the last time I—

“that'd be… three months ago? on a blind date”

“did you cum?”

my eyebrow raise on an impossible force, but I can't bring myself to be uncomfortable with his questions. a sick dynamic that blossomed after the Olympic games, when I cleaned up all of his messes

“I didn't”

“And when was the last time?”

I narrow my eyes, not quite catching

“Last time…?”

“That you came?”

“uhm… Last night? I mean, I don't need a man to cum, do I…?”

He hissed on the phone, that was the only answer I didn't antecipated.

“Atsumu, are you getting off from my voice?”

I ask bluntly, expecting an equal blunt answer. And how was my surprise when I didn't get one

“I— no, I don't… I just… that's not…”

“You're such a slut"

this time he graced me with a whimper from the back of his throat,

and somehow, in a sick way, I was starting to like

“… you drive me crazy, you know that?”

he said, his voice clearly deeper, darker

“how do I drive you crazy, Miya?”

“don't… dont call me that... not now”

“i’ll call you whatever I want, Miya”

he hiss again, and I almost chuckle. but I hold back, just asking

“what was that?”

silence on the other way, I hear him sighing, and I mend, testing the waters

“Atsumu?”

“Yes!”

he say immediately and exhasperated, and I smile

“you like how I say your name?”

“I… very much”

“what if I moaned your name?”

“… ah… fuck… don't say shit like that…”

“Okay, I won't…”

“But please do”

this time I can't hold back, I crack a laugh on the phone

“Miya, there's only so much mixed signals someone can handle”

“You speak like you'd let me fuck you even if I beg”

“We can't, Miya”

he sigh deep on the other side, I can hear the frustration in his voice

“I'll send my nudes to a sports journalist and create the biggest PR scandal MSBY has ever seen”

he say in a petty act and I crack another laugh, knowing he doesn't actually would do something of such magnitude. not purposefully, at least.

“You know that would only obligate us to stay in the same meeting room for long hours until I fix it, don't you?”

he sigh, frustrated again, on the other side of the line, and I hear muffled sounds of something soft, probably him shifting on his bed

but the silence linger again, and before he can protest, I break it

“You should go to sleep, you have practice tomorrow”

“… can't. ‘m hard.” — he say and I snort, biting my tongue to not ask for proof

“take a cold shower, masturbate, dunno. go to sleep, Miya”

I hear him sighigh frustrated again, another set of shuffling noises

“okay, I'll go”

he say and part of me feel bad, not wanting to end the call, used to this sick twisted intimacy that I cultivated myself

“You go, and don't get late for practice tomorrow. G’night”

“night”

his answer is dry, and before he (or I) can hesitate or say anything else, I press the red button, putting my phone down on the bed.

I sigh, throwing my arms on my face, knowing I'm in the wrong for indulging Atsumu antics,

but this dynamic, once settled, it's impossible to go back. The rush of dopamine is too delicious, making both of us stuck in a middle term limbo of attraction and curiosity, leading to a twisted intimacy.

after tossing and turning on the bed for a while, in a failed attempt to go back to sleep, I decide to take back my phone, seeking some brain distraction

and I see a lost text from Atsumu

i knew opening his message would only make things worse for me. But I do it either way. And the sight makes my mouth water.

“fucking hell” I think to myself, grumbling while opening the bedstand drawer where my toys are, preparing for a couple more hours of perturbation

[henry7931]

Playing in the Attic

Kenton:

Chris and I are cousins (the youngest in the family), our whole family is gettin together this weekend at my Uncle Al’s house for his big birthday celebration. I was so excited to see Chris that I talked my dad into letting me come stay with them a night early. Al (my dad’s older brother) is Chris’s dad and when I got there I was surprised to see that my other uncle Tim (my dad’s younger brother) came to stay early as well.

Chris and I were having a good time catchin up but then Chris brought up how his dad never lets him go into the attic.

So curious me, talked Chris into going upstairs. We waited until we knew Uncle Tim and Al were too busy to notice that we snuck upstairs.

Both of us sneaked our way up and opened the door. We quietly shut it behind us and giggled out of excitement to see what’s upstairs.

Once the door was shut, we found a light to turn on. And both of us were surprised to only find one small box.

“What the heck? What do you thinks in it?” I said to Chris.

“I don’t know, should we open it?”

I gave him a mischievous grin and said, “we made it this far!”

I walked over and carefully took the lid off. Inside was an old lookin statue.

“Booo!!! That’s not exciting at all!”

I grab it and show it Chris and immediately felt strange. Chris touches it as well.

And that’s when things got crazy!!!!

One second we’re upstairs. And the next the second I’m in his living room looking at Uncle Tim.

I look down and notice my tummy is huge! So arms and my feet!!!

I wiggle my toes just to make it’s not a dream.

I look over at Uncle Tim and he looks just as confused as me!

“Uncle Tim?”

Uhhh no…. Dad?”

“Nope!,” I say back to him.

That’s when I start to put some of the pieces together.

I get up and go to the closet mirror I could find. That’s where i see my Uncle Al staring back at me!

“Holy crap!!!,” I say out loud giggling.

I turn over to Uncle Tim, “it’s me Kenton!”

“Kenton!!! I’m Chris or I guess—“ Chris looks at his new reflection seeing Tim’s face looking back.

“IM UNCLE TIM!!!”

We both grin excited about our new discovery.

“Wait a minute what about our bodies?!?”

We both dash up to the attic and see both of our bodies lying on the ground.

“Wow! That’s freaky!”

“So where is my dad and Tim if they aren’t us?”

“I don’t know maybe they’re still in here with us but we’re in control?”

“Freaky!!”

“Here grab your body and I’ll grab mine. Just don’t touch that status.”

“Haha okay!”

We both carefully pick ourselves up and it’s so funny carrying myself. I’m so light with Uncle Al’s big arms.

We place our bodies in bed and head back downstairs.

That night was the most phone I think I’ve had in a long time!!

Chris and I went out on the town. We went shopping, I bought Uncle Al a couple of things I thought he’d look cool in. I also got Chris all of the video games he’s wanted the last of couple months since I’m now his dad.

After we got dinner and I tries sushi for the first time. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about it but Chris and Al eat here all of the time. Even the waiter knew Uncle Al’s order.

I didn’t want to make it weird so when he asked me if I’m going to have ‘my usual’ I said sure!

It was actually pretty good!

That night Chris and I got into some bathing suits and went into the hot tub together. We even both had a couple of beers which I kinda liked as well.

By 3 am both of were so tired, Chris and I went upstairs to bed. We both tugged off our clothes and was surprised that Chris got completely naked in Tim’s body.

I looked at him from head to toe, covered in hair— I pull off Uncle Al’s bathing suit and his junk came flying out.

“Kenton!! I don’t wanna see all of my dad!!”

“Well you started it!”

Chris and I laid in bed together. I couldn’t help but stare at both of our naked bodies. I kinda liked the way we looked.

I looked at Al’s big feet and rubbed them against Tim’s big feet.

Chris gave me a look and I said, “what??? These big feet are cold! I was hopin I could warm them up with yours.”

“Ugh fine!”

We wrapped our new big feet together. And I felt a rush go through me. I looked at his hairy belly, I wanna run my fingers through it but I stopped myself.

“You ready to go to bed?”

“Yeah I’m sleepy!”

The next morning I wake up and looked down at myself. I’m still uncle Al, I look over and Chris in Uncle Tim’s body still sleeping.

I pull back the covers and look at Al’s junk. I get a little handsy and start playing with it.

I try to slow myself down but it feels sooo good.

I watch my uncles big hands go back and forth. I rub his big feet together and rub my other hand up and down his hairy chest.

I tug faster and faster about 15 minutes until I make a mess everywhere!

Chris wakes up and doesn’t seem to notice the mess I just made.

He grins at me with half open eyes and says good morning. He gets up and heads to the bathroom. I guess he had to go real bad.

I get up as well and I pass the other room. I can hear Chris, he’s making a lot of noise in there.

I carefully crack the door open and see he’s standing in the shower tugging away at Tim’s junk!

I back away from the door and let him finish up.

Today’s the day everyone is coming over so I knew our fun had to end.

Chris walks out and I tell him we should probably get dressed and try to figure out the statue.

After we get ready both of us head back upstairs. I look at the statue and without much of a plan I say to him, “I guess let’s just grab it?”

We grab it and the same time. I feel kinda funny again but nothing happens!

“Well… that’s not good,” he says to me.

We both go back downstairs…

That’s when we hear voices coming from Chris’s room… it’s our voices!

2 months later…

So… turns out that when we touched that statue that just put Uncle Al and Tim right into our bodies.

We were in sooo much trouble! Especially when we found out that we couldn’t switch back to our bodies for an entire year!

Soo now im uncle Al for a very long time and Chris is gonna be Tim for a while as well.

But it’s all good, neither Al or Tim are mad at us anymore. No one in our family knows about it outside of us. So Tim lives full time with me in Chris’s body.

And the best part is Chris comes over every weekend! And we still get have a lot of fun even if Uncle Tim gets annoyed with us. Who cares! We’re the ones in charge now!

[hazelfoureyes]

Ok I need a Lucifer x Reader fic based on Griftwood by ghost pretty please ( just listen if you haven’t heard it you’ll understand)

Listen, I went the opposite direction I think you wanted? Lol gonna work on brevity and get more snack sized smut out on weekdays and entrees on he weekends

[Warnings/Promises: snack sized, Lucifer x GN!AngelReader, lil smut smut, Fuck Sera, Luci corrupts absolutely, all hail dat dick, sacrilegious as fuck]

🫸🏼minors DNI🫷🏼

Lucifer avoided the heavenly embassy for obvious reasons. The vast halls, the empty and useless pews, it was, in a word, 

“Creepy,” He hissed. 

He was surprised to find the reception desk manned. Very rarely did heaven actually send anyone down to hell. Oh, wait.

You were stunned already to see Lucifer, so when he poked your nose you let out a tiny squeal.

“Oh shit! You’re real!” Lucifer took a step back, “Sorry about that! Not used to an … actual person.” He gave a little bow, “Forgive me?”

The fact is no one wanted to go to hell for desk duty, so the job was actually a punishment reserved for the most misbehaved. You had to intentionally set fire to Sera’s robes to get that severe of a scolding. She was reluctant, but it had been threatened (promised) to you last time you (intentionally) caused trouble. Rumors were abuzz about Lucifer, and you just had to see for yourself what the Great Big Boss of Hell was like.

Rosey cheeks, bright sharp smile. He didn’t look as scary as you had imagined. You expected a seven foot eight inch tall behemoth with fire pouring from his mouth and blood stained horns.

The devil, the real one, looked quite sweet.

A tiny existential crisis washed over you. Maybe there was a reason they didn’t want people down here. Why they made it sound oh-so-terrible.

“You still in there?” He leaned over the counter, tapping at your forehead. Your hands flew up, capturing his finger and bringing it down.

Warm. 

He froze, a little shocked you would touch him. Your smile went crooked, cheeks blushed. 

“Uhhh you good?” He pointed with his free hand to where you still gripped his finger. You nodded, a hum of confirmation. The blush rose up until you were fully red in the face.

The realization struck Lucifer like heavenly lightning, “Oooh, I see what’s going on here.” A wicked smirk taking you by surprise. “Did you want to meet me, little one?”

You broke out into a sweat, “Yes.”

Lie! Why didn’t you lie?!

He leaned over the counter, “Did you do something bad to get sent here?” Was there fire behind his eyes?

Uneven breaths, “… yes.”

Lucifer’s knee came up and over as he crawled onto the desk, “Should the King of Hell reward you for such bad deeds?” His eyes had gone red now, your hand still on his finger.

Your knees began to shake, “Y-yes.”

His face was inches from yours when your legs gave out, both of you falling to the floor.

Horns tall, yellow pupils dilated as he straddled you. “I think you’ll find I’m a generous ruler.”

It made sense. As Lucifer bent you over the reception desk and fucked you from behind, you could completely understand why they made this job posting sound horrid. Heaven would be empty if every winner could freely interact with Lucifer. You’d damn humanity too, if that was the cost. His hips snapped against your ass with divine determination, sweet praises on his forked tongue. 

The sounds of your gasps and his skin on yours echoed through the pristine white and gold halls. Like a pastor giving his sermon, he made the most delicious promises as you bent at the altar. 

Could heaven hear you? Your chants of “God, Oh God,” shifting to, “Lucifer! Luci—fer”, when one of his hands came down, fingers stroking your heat?

“What do you pray for, my curious Angel?” He growled, a flame you couldn’t see licking past his lips. “I’ll grant you anything”

Your cheek was sliding across the marble, small line of drool smearing on your face. Claws raked down your back, the stimulation making you shake.

Your fingers reached for his thighs, failing to take purchase. Lucifer took both of your wrists in one hand and held them at the small of your back for leverage. Your legs bent up, toes curling as you came around his sweetly punishing cock.

Taking a few deep breaths, you rolled your hips back against him, “More.”

Lucifer laughed and lifted one foot onto the desk to add more force behind his thrusts, “Say please.”

am I too horny? No. No, the cardiologist is wrong.

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[babyseraphim]

A little list of silly Charles headcanons!

Charles collects beanie babies. He has a ton of them in his bag of tricks, and he always tells Edwin that they’re increasing in value, so he’s just collecting them as a means of trade/payment

Every time Edwin suggests he try and use any of them to trade, Charles always finds something else to trade instead

His favorite is a panther named Mercury (after Freddy Mercury), as well as a cat that he named after Edwin (he even made a little bow tie for it out of scraps of cloth)

"You ought to stop giving them names. If you keep personalizing them, they will become even more difficult to part with. Farmers and ranchers often employ the same practice with their livestock."

"Well, I can't just leave them nameless, can I? Everyone deserves a name, and the ones on their tags are always a bit daft."

"They are not people, Charles. They are sacks of cloth filled with beans."

"Oi! Be nice, yeah? They’ve never done anything to you."

“...You’re incorrigible.”

Given that he was alive in the 80’s, I think it’s plausible that Charles’s chosen mode of transportation is skateboarding!

I can just picture him hanging out at skate parks all weekend to avoid going home (I know he’s at boarding school, but maybe before he was sent there or on holidays), smoking cigarettes he isn’t supposed to have and falling on his face trying to learn how to do tricks

"Where did this scar on your elbow come from?"

"Oh, that one? Tried and failed to do a kickflip once. I was always rubbish at tricks, but it was fun trying."

"What on Earth is a 'kickflip'?"

"It's a skateboard trick, one of the more popular ones."

"..."

"Right, I knew I kept a spare board in my bag for a reason. Come on, I'm sure we can find a deserted skate park fit for some ghost...boarding. Skate ghosting? Eh, I'll workshop it."

"Please don't."

Also because he was an 80’s teen and needed some place to be that wasn’t home, I think he also spent a lot of time at arcades

I bet he would be super into pinball, mostly because they're really satisfying and stimmy. Plus, they’re kind of a test of fast reflexes, and we all know Charles has stellar reflexes

He held the high score in Pac Man at his local arcade up until after his death, and will sometimes visit after closing to try and reclaim the high score

"Charles."

"Uh-huh."

"Charles."

"Uhhh-huh."

"CHARLES!"

"What? Oh, sorry, mate. This machine is mint, I can't believe the quality of its cut scenes. It's like I'm actually at the cinema!"

"We are here to finish solving a case, yes? The Case of the Pinball Poltergeist, as you so aptly named it. We can revisit these games afterwards, though I admittedly cannot understand your fondness for a machine that produces such a terribly loud noise."

"Not a fan of pinball, ay? I bet you'd be aces at Tetris."

"Is that a game? It sounds like a contagious disease."

[jihyocentric]

sequel to this

it’s not quite jealousy, what sana feels, but something close to it.

she certainly doesn’t miss jihyo. at least, she firmly believes so. sana couldn’t miss someone who was inevitably close to her — in a way she never wished, constantly showing up at her place, to see her best friend. but a part of her, a part sana would never admit existed, inevitably wished none of that had ever happened, even if momo was at her happiest.

over the years, sana has learned how to hide her feelings even from herself. she eventually reached a point where it became hard to identify them, to know what she truly felt. sana believed that perhaps her body had developed an unique way to tell her when it was time for her to acknowledge her feelings. at those times, she would feel physically sick when things were hard to bear and she needed a break.

“what are you-” sana hears a gasp. momo appears in front of her in a matter of seconds, grabbing a plate with the cupcakes she had left on the counter to cool down. now, they were half eaten. “these were for jihyo!”

“jihyo isn’t into sweets.” sana says, as if she doesn’t feel guilty about stealing food from a pregnant woman.

jihyo didn’t look like one yet. it had been no longer than three weeks after jihyo announced her pregnancy to them, and she hadn’t changed at all in terms of appearance. perhaps if jihyo was already showing, sana would regret. but jihyo was far from that, and sana could still pretend nothing was going on until jihyo showed up again, looking for momo, because of course jihyo would want to stick close to the one who made her pregnant.

sana rolls her eyes the same time momo’s bottom lip sticks out, and with her index finger momo counts the number of cupcakes left for jihyo.

“she’s just picky but she likes them,” momo mumbles, a small groan passing through her lips, but she wasn’t angry. momo rarely got angry. sana had never seen her truly, genuinely like that — not with her, at least. “it’s fine, you can eat them. i’ll just make more.”

of course you will, sana thinks to herself as she grabs the cupcakes left and heads somewhere else, slightly irritated with momo’s lack of reaction. if she wasn’t eating in a hurry, wanting to leave before jihyo arrived, perhaps sana would’ve given her a grumpy answer to push her buttons.

sana has, maybe, been trying to get momo to be upset with her. that’s because momo was bothering her, constantly asking her random things about jihyo, as if sana knew everything about her, when in truth, sana knew very little about her ex. her ex. momo seemed to have forgotten about that part of the story quite quickly, because she acted as if sana had only been an acquaintance to jihyo, and then sana started to feel like the impostor between them.

exhibit 1. three days after the fainting incident.

“sana,” momo knocks at the door of sana’s room, getting in before sana got to invite her. “is jihyo into sports? i got, uh… tickets. ‘s for this weekend… but i could only buy two, so don’t be mad!”

that was the first time momo had made her a question about jihyo’s taste for things.

when momo tries to justify wanting to have a date with jihyo without her, sana thinks about telling momo that, in fact, she hated anything related to sports and consequentially hated watching games with her, but there was a chance momo would be sad if she knew about that, so sana doesn’t mention it.

“maybe? i think she plays tennis, or something.” sana doesn’t take her eyes off her phone, not wanting the conversation to last long. “why don’t you ask her?”

“uhhh,” momo scratches her nape. “i just want to impress her, i guess.”

momo only gives sana half of an answer. jihyo made her nervous, which was only natural as she was momo’s first girlfriend — not that momo had really asked her to be her girlfriend, but jihyo was. she became her girlfriend only a few minutes after momo woke up from fainting.

in a certain way, their situation was comic. momo’s three days long girlfriend had also been sana’s first girlfriend. it was like sana was being a good friend and testing the waters so that momo could dive in. deep. and with no fears.

“oh, trust me, jihyo is very easy to impress,” sana lets out a sort of laugh, slightly sarcastic with her words. “was that all you wanted to ask?”

sana can smell the chocolate from the second batch of cupcakes from her room as she got ready to go out. she had actually done a good thing by eating the ones momo had previously made, as jihyo would get even better ones — they would still be warm by the time she ate them. and momo had apparently added more chocolate to the second batch.

again, thinking about jihyo and momo’s happiness makes sana feel uneasy.

exhibit 2.

“i need a real job, right?” momo says randomly one day, when they’re mindlessly catching up with a tv show they only watched together. “jihyo told me she wants me to meet her parents. but i can’t meet them if i can’t promise i’ll take care of her and our baby’s needs. i can’t jus’ show up at their house and say i’m broke and stuff... she’s loaded and all, but...”

“you’re not broke.” sana answers simply, not really paying attention at first to what momo was trying to say.

“because i only spend money with myself,” momo whines. “do you know how expensive a baby can be? because i don’t. but i have a feeling that it’s going to be a lot more than what i make with volleyball.”

upon listening about jihyo’s pregnancy, sana no longer wants to stay in the living room with momo. her mood changes completely, and the popcorn she’d been snacking on was no longer tasty. she leaves the bowl at the table near the couch. “have you talked to jihyo about this?”

“we don’t… talk a lot.” momo blushes and redirects her eyes to the tv instead of sana. “w-well, next time we’re together i’ll try to talk to her about this. but i should, right?”

“if i were you, i would probably look for an extra income.” sana says, giving an honest, jealousy-free advice. her throat tightens, as if her body was refusing to help momo. sana forced her voice to come out. “a baby is expensive. even if jihyo can deal with the expenses on her own, you should do your part.”

sana’s advice makes momo drink her soda like it’s beer, wondering why she came inside and ended up in such a situation. instantly, she thinks about sex with jihyo and her cheeks become red. remembering her nights with jihyo is enough for her to stop making herself stupid questions and start wishing they could do it all again soon.

before leaving, sana lets momo know that she would probably return later at night.

she shouldn’t leave that night — she was starting to feel sick, her body was warm from what seemed like the beginning of a fever, but sana knew that was all her mind’s fault. there was no reason for her to feel that way other than her repressed feelings, and there was no better way to fight them than being busy with better things.

unfortunately, sana’s date never arrives at the place they had agreed to meet on. the girl cancels their date over texts and apologizes for the inconvenience, but sana doesn’t text her back. she ends up in a bar instead of going home, the thought of returning sober and possibly having to see things that would bother her when they shouldn’t encourage her to stay.

sana usually doesn’t drink a lot. never more than she could bear. she did when she was with jihyo, because jihyo, despite being way more responsible than her in most aspects, was keen on getting drunk for fun. that was yet another thing momo didn’t know about jihyo, and sana wonders if the question would ever come up, like all of the others.

sana wasn’t the only one having a bad day, it’s something she notices rather quickly. she watches, curious, the grumpy bartender’s every move from the moment she realizes the girl was quite anxious to leave. tzuyu doesn’t hide it, really, sighing as she made drinks for the clients, checking her phone every couple of seconds, only growing frustrated the more mina made her wait.

when mina eventually arrives, tzuyu is quick to switch places with her.

“you’re late. by an hour.” tzuyu complains, “an hour!”

“bike broke on the way here,” mina grunts, quickly patting her pants and passing her hands over her hair, as if her gestures would make her look more presentable. “i’m sorry, okay? i went home and tried to fix it. didn’t work out, so i walked.”

“again?” tzuyu asks, not doubting the sincerity of mina’s words. she looked like someone who walked all the way there. “just get a new one.”

“i like my bike,” mina says, in defense of her (not so) reliable bicycle. “it’s vintage.”

“and awful. get a new one.” tzuyu says as if it’s an order, quickly changing places with mina and handing her the apron that had been waiting for her to arrive — for about an hour. “i’ll leave early tomorrow. you better be here an hour earlier. oh, and try not to give the blondie over there more alcohol. she’s already had too much.”

“that’s fair, i guess.” mina sighs. “see you tomorrow,” she mutters, with little excitement in her tone.

the confirmation is all tzuyu seems to need before she leaves, closing the door that led to the back of the bar as mina put on her apron.

it’s only then, when sana catches a glimpse of the bartender starting her shift, that she guesses her night didn’t have to be bad all the way to its end. sana raises her hand, getting mina’s attention, wanting to be her very first client of the night.

“i’ll have another of these, cutie.” sana smiles after dropping the pet name. mina sighs.

“are you sure?” mina asks, recognizing the blonde woman tzuyu had talked about. “you haven’t finished your drink yet.”

“oh, are you worried about me?” sana lowers her tone, chin on her hand, crossing her legs in a way that made her skirt rise. unfortunately, mina couldn’t see her thighs the way sana intended her to see, not behind the counter.

mina seems unimpressed with sana’s attempt of flirting. she smiles and offers sana a short nod, as if she was putting an end to their brief conversation, and starts to make her drink. clients like sana were frequent, mina has learned how to deal with them — keeping a nonchalant face usually sent them away.

“it’s sana, by the way.” sana says, sipping the remains of her drink. the alcohol wasn’t as strong as it was when she started drinking, but sana guesses that her tolerance had grown after the amount of those she’d drank.

mina prepares the drink in an almost robotic way. she didn’t love working as a bartender, of course she wouldn’t as someone who quite enjoyed peace and quiet, but sometimes it was therapeutic, as if she was playing a cozy game — except for the fact that she also dealt with drunk people and there was loud music playing at all times, which wasn’t cozy at all. her job became considerably harder, though, when she had clients like sana.

mina feels sana’s gaze on her the entire time she’s preparing her drink. she places the final product on the counter for sana, and, without starting a conversation, she gets other people’s orders. surprisingly, sana doesn’t try to talk to her for a good while, until she’s ready for another drink.

“c’mere, cutie,” sana calls, making mina sigh before she turned to her. “another one, please. or should i get something else…”

“sana,” it’s the first thing mina says, refusing to call her ‘lady’ or ‘miss’. “you’re here alone, aren’t you? would you like anything without alcohol?”

“so you are worried about me,” sana taunts. “perhaps you’re right. i’m alone and i’ve had enough, but if you go home with me i won’t have any trouble.”

“my shift won’t end any time soon.” mina replies.

“i can wait.” sana offers.

“i have a girlfriend.” mina lies, wondering if that would make her client give up.

“i don’t mind. she could join,” sana muses. “or… we could do it behind her back.”

“so persistent,” mina laughs. “the answer is still a no. would you like some juice?”

sana pouts. “a no won’t do. give me your number.”

fortunately for mina, a client interrupts their conversation. she wouldn’t give her number to a complete stranger, despite finding sana rather cute. young people like sana and herself were usually at bars due to their broken hearts, it’s something mina had learned from experience. mina stayed away from complicated people, no matter how pretty they were — and she didn’t make exceptions.

minutes later, sana’s body is complaining and begging for her bed. she had been there for longer than she should’ve stayed, interested on the cute bartender who couldn’t care less about her. the difficult ones were always the most fun to play with, sana thinks, keeping a smile on her face as she got up and made her way to where mina was, standing face to face with her, the both of them only separated by a counter.

“can i at least know your name?” sana asks, propping her elbows on the counter, showing mina her cleavage, but mina’s eyes never strayed from her face.

mina decides to make her happy one time that night. her first name was a simple information, surely it would be harmless letting sana know about it. “mina.”

“give me your number, mina.” sana insists, trying to give mina her phone so she could type her number.

“i could give you a fake number, did you know that?” mina answers, offering sana an amused smile.

“oh, come on!” sana whines. “i really need to go, cutie. let’s make this quick.”

sana’s back luck didn’t seem to end that night. a group of people soon grab mina’s attention, and sana knew she couldn’t stay any longer. it wasn’t all that bad, though, that she had to leave — mina worked there, and all sana had to do was return to the bar in order to see her. getting her number couldn’t be that hard, right?

if momo knew dating someone could be that good, she would’ve done it sooner. or maybe not, because it wouldn’t be with jihyo then. only if she stole jihyo from sana, and it’s not like she hadn’t, but it’s not like she had either.

it was a fair exchange, really, at least momo thinks so — sana didn’t want jihyo, all momo did was take her when they weren’t together anymore. she did it for sana’s sake, and because she wanted jihyo. back then, in a different way than she does now, but momo still wanted her.

“sorry, bbuyo is a bit lazy.” jihyo explains, slightly embarrassed about her cat’s antics.

the moment jihyo lets go of her hand to grab her cat from the ground, momo closes her fist to find heat, feeling cold when jihyo’s hand is no longer keeping hers warm.

they hadn’t been walking for long. boo seemed like he could be walked for hours, but bbuyo had hardly spent ten minutes walking and he was already tired, meowing for jihyo to pick him up. she eventually did, but only when he stopped walking and laid on the ground, making it impossible for them to keep going.

“let me hold him for you,” momo offers. “he’s quite chunky. must be heavy for you.”

momo did that a lot — not letting jihyo hold heavy things. or whatever she deemed heavy. and jihyo knew it wasn’t necessary, she could perfectly lift heavier items and she held bbuyo like that a lot at home, but when she was with momo, she became suddenly incapable of doing those things. both because momo was always eager to help and because she liked being treated like that, desperately so, wanting to be doted on by momo, never rejecting her help.

“thank you.” jihyo smiles, her eyes almost closing as she does, grabbing boo’s leash after momo takes bbuyo in her arms.

then, boo is the one who wants to make a stop. while bbuyo prefers his owner’s arms, he doesn’t fight against being held by momo. boo, on the other hand, lets his paws reach jihyo’s knee, as if asking to be held as well.

“we should probably sit somewhere,” momo says, looking around to find an empty bench. “there!” she points with her finger.

the weather was particularly cold that day, enough to make them wear thicker clothes. while making their way to the bench, jihyo intertwines her arm with momo’s, leaning her head into her shoulder in search for warmth once they take a sit.

neither of them have the courage to start a proper conversation. from the moment momo started calling jihyo ‘her girl’, they had been a mess. momo was nothing like sana, and jihyo was still trying to figure out how to act around her. as for momo, she didn’t want to mess up, and she’d usually wait until jihyo started a conversation in order to speak.

momo eventually breaks the silence. this time, she has really has to, as it was an important matter she wanted to talk about.

“have you…” momo starts, her nose slightly red due to the weather, cheeks pink. “have you told your parents?”

“i want you to meet them,” jihyo replies, as shy as momo. “but not yet. they’ve been busy, a-and i’m a little… they won’t react badly, i know that, but i don’t know how to tell them.”

momo hums, scratching the back of her neck. the sincerity in jihyo’s voice is concerning, letting momo know that jihyo was just as lost as she was. even then, momo feels some sort of comfort in knowing she wasn’t the only one who didn’t know what to do.

jihyo pulls away, only so she could sit straight, her hand tingling as boo licked her palm. “have you told yours?”

“not yet.” momo shifts the arm supporting bbuyo, letting the cat nuzzle into the other arm. her free arm passes behind jihyo’s back, hand holding her waist. it’s the way momo finds to get her closer, not possessive but caring, as if telling jihyo she wasn’t alone. “we should do this together.”

jihyo relaxes upon hearing momo’s words, surprised that she was tensed up to begin with.

“that would be better,” jihyo says, evident relief coated in her tone.

“next week i’ll start looking for a part time job.” momo says, thumb moving up and down against jihyo’s waist, caressing her covered skin.

“but… what about college?” jihyo instantly searches for momo’s eyes, their noses almost touching as she did little effort to pull away. “y-you don’t have to do that. i can take care of-”

making use of their closeness, momo leans in, lips touching jihyo’s softly, effectively silencing her.

“it’ll be alright,” momo assures, all but whispering her words. her lips meet jihyo’s once more before momo moves away, and jihyo’s head falls instantly on her shoulder, the younger girl evidently shy. momo wasn’t far behind, flushed like jihyo. “i’ll keep studying and i won’t leave volleyball, don’t worry about that. both of you are my responsibility now. i’m just taking care of you.”

momo hardly knows how she manages to give jihyo such reassurances, with words that seemed rehearsed due to how nicely they fell past her lips, but she’s relieved she’s able to do that. jihyo melts into the embrace of momo’s arm, cheeks burning as her words sink into her head.

she was momo’s responsibility now. for the first time in her life, jihyo felt like she truly belonged to someone.

much against sana’s wishes, jihyo’s visits start happening more frequently. seeing her with momo became a regular occurrence. they looked happy, always with big smiles on their faces, looking flushed around each other but still incapable of not being in each other’s arms at all times.

sana wonders why jihyo didn’t invite momo over to her apartment instead. she lived alone after all. that was one of the multiple things sana vividly remembered about jihyo — she’d been there plenty of times, enough to remember how jihyo used to complain about wanting her to stay for longer every time sana would leave, because she felt lonely when sana left.

sana had quite a lengthy list of things she didn’t like about jihyo, but her clingy behavior was what bothered sana the most, especially now that she wasn’t hers. jihyo was never truly hers, at least not from sana’s perspective at that moment, but a sulking voice in sana’s head would tell her that the girl momo had in her arms more often than not used to be hers.

and it’s not that sana missed jihyo, if she missed anything it surely wasn’t jihyo herself, but she wanted what momo had. it’s not like what jihyo and momo were living could ever happen with her — if jihyo had never gotten with momo, she would’ve been forgotten rather quickly. and sana didn’t have what it took to get her pregnant by accident.

whatever momo and jihyo had was never meant to be sana’s story. and yet, the most egoistic part of sana crumbled as a consequence of their happiness. that very part of sana also made her ask herself how they could be so happy when they had just ruined their lives with an early kid, and they hardly even knew each other.

of course that would only result in trouble in the future, sana thinks. momo had yet to know the controlling, obsessive person jihyo hid behind a seemingly innocent character, and jihyo would eventually find out that momo would never be what sana knew jihyo wanted her to be… they wouldn’t live happily ever after, there had to be something that would get in their way-

“we’re going out.” momo announces, hand in hand with jihyo, the backpack she wore already letting sana know she wouldn’t return that day, but momo tells her regardless of that. “…and we’ll play tennis tomorrow, my sister will be there. will you come with us?”

“i have a date tomorrow.” sana lies, both wanting to see if she would get any reaction from jihyo and making up an excuse. “have fun you two.”

it’s hard to detect sana’s change of behavior when she’s busy with loving — momo was falling deep for jihyo, without even knowing what she felt was love.

it blinded momo to sana’s obvious change with her. sana wouldn’t usually pass up a chance to hang out with momo and her sister, especially not for a date, but momo guesses sana didn’t want to go because of jihyo, which was understandable.

when momo and jihyo leave, momo’s hand is on jihyo’s waist and the both of them are laughing to something silly momo says. sana feels bitter all over again. conveniently enough, she ends up making use of the bartender’s name and finds her social media. sana tries sending a message, and, unsurprisingly, she is left on read.

“what’s the menu for tonight, chef?”

a tired, soft voice reaches momo’s ears. she’s busy looking for the greens in their groceries, wanting to start the recipe with them, when jihyo’s arms sheathe her waist. momo smiles at the feeling of a plump cheek against her back — jihyo is like a cat staying where she deemed a good place, uncaring of her weight falling against momo, using her as a support.

“remember that old lady i told you about? the cheesecake lady,” momo takes green onions out of the bag.

“the granny you flirted with?” jihyo utters, teasing momo with her question.

“yep,” momo’s confirmation makes jihyo laugh against her back. “she was trying to have her way into my heart and gave me this family recipe. i wasn’t expecting lasagna, but, apparently she’s italian! she does have an accent,” momo mutters, putting the items of a grocery bag out, on the counter. “do you like spinach?”

jihyo nods, letting momo feel her gesture, and hums, a soft noise similar to a cat’s meow. “so you really like her. should i be concerned?”

it’s not sudden, but a deepening of the warm feeling in her chest — momo feels her heart thumping with the display of jealousy. they were only just getting used to each other and momo knew she could do that forever: having jihyo’s smaller frame lying comfortably against hers, casually talking about trivial things, being teased sweetly by her girlfriend. momo loved that. already loved jihyo.

“i really like you.” momo says, slightly defensive, her voice reaching a higher pitch. “but maybe you should.”

jihyo pinches her tummy and momo hears a whine. “you shouldn’t be saying these things to your pregnant girlfriend, hirai.”

“you like my name.” momo coos. she’s no longer separating the ingredients for their dinner, her hands are on the counter, fully distracted by jihyo. “should we use it on our baby?”

jihyo blushes at that, heart racing at the direct mention of their baby. “only if i get to pick their first name.”

“fair enough.” momo turns around, making jihyo have to release her momentarily. the lack of physical contact doesn’t last long, and soon momo is the one with her hands on jihyo’s waist, making the younger girl wrap her arms around her neck. “you’re very pretty, jihyo.”

jihyo had been told that very same thing plenty of times. such praises weren’t new to her, yet momo was the only person who made her believe it. momo wasn’t just saying that to try and take her to bed — in the past, jihyo wouldn’t mind to hear those words while being fully aware of the intentions hid behind them. now, the same words are but sweet reminders that she didn’t need people like that, like sana, to feel the way momo made her feel.

“even without makeup?” jihyo asks.

“even more without it. and you smell so good,” momo moves closer, nose bumping into jihyo’s neck. “i should’ve joined you in the shower.”

“i could always take another with you,” jihyo whispers, closing her eyes at the tender impact of momo’s lips on her neck.

momo smiles, her hands falling down to jihyo’s bare thighs, learning that jihyo wore nothing but her panties under the big shirt she had on. “i thought you wanted to sleep before dinner.”

“d-did i say that?” jihyo lets out meekly, a weak moan leaving her lips as momo slid her panties down, letting it fall to jihyo’s feet.

“uh huh,” momo teases, “you said you were tired and i can’t let my girlfriend skip her rest. besides, you need energy for tomorrow.” momo says, lips against jihyo’s neck, hands on her hips. before jihyo gets to protest, momo offers a solution to their problem. “i’ll just have to make you sleep then. i have a few ideas, wanna hear about them?”

when momo pulls away from jihyo’s neck, looking at jihyo’s eyes and waiting for an answer, she receives a kiss instead, and legs wrapping around her waist.

it takes more effort than it should for them to make it to the bedroom.

momo bumps into some furniture and a couple of walls, incapable of not doing so with such needy lips glued to hers, lips that would complain if she broke their kiss in order to see where she was heading. if jihyo wasn’t already carrying, perhaps momo would make her a mother right then and there, this time fully aware of what she was doing.

exhibit...? (sana should probably stop counting.)

“is it too early to marry jihyo?”

the question is made the day after jihyo meets momo’s sister, as soon as momo joins sana in the living room. it takes sana off guard, but momo seems rather serious about her question.

“it’s been two months since you met her.” sana says. her head aches all of a sudden, and sana fixes her posture on the couch in order to look at momo. “you’re not really thinking about that, are you?

“i am,” momo replies. she smiles, reminiscing the days she spent with jihyo. “my sister loved her. i love her. we’re having a baby together,” momo gives out her reasons. “wouldn’t it be appropriate to just marry her?”

sana shakes her head. “you don’t have to marry her just because you got her pregnant. you barely know her.”

“it’s impossible to know everything about someone.” momo pouts. “i don’t know everything about you, but i love you and we live together. we are kind of married if you think about it.”

“it’s different, momo.” sana sighs.

“i know her enough.” momo says, softer this time. but more serious.

sana doesn’t give her an answer this time, choosing silence over saying what she might regret.

“it’s just… even though we were together only a couple of hours ago, i miss her. i never felt this way before,” momo mutters, frowning as she speaks. “it’s like… i’m constantly yearning for what i already have. and i know she feels the same.”

“marriage is not something you decide on this quickly.” sana replies. and neither is having a baby, but at least that could happen by accident. sana doesn’t say what she wants to say, feeling a burning discomfort in her chest in return. she stands up, ending their conversation shortly. “i’m going to bed. need to wake up early in the morning.”

momo is left alone in the living room, confused as to why sana seemed upset when she left. even sana’s behavior wasn’t enough to make momo stop thinking about marrying jihyo, and sana is long forgotten so that momo could think about her situation with jihyo.

that night, momo can only sleep after jihyo sends her a photo of her in bed with her cat, smiling as she cuddled with him, still with her glasses because she had been reading.

momo almost tells jihyo she loves her then, but telling that to her without being able to kiss her wouldn’t be as fulfilling. all momo can do is wish to see jihyo again soon, so that she could let her know about her feelings and see her pretty smile when the three words were revealed to her.

[solar-tl-27]

OH HEY WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT I’M BACK

Yall never get regular posts from me omg you guys I’M SO SORRYYYY

but but but but but ya’ll wont believe it

I have been… DOING ART?! youuuuu heard that right folks i me MYSELF AM d-doing art.

Ok soooo i got a few updates

Life is still incredibly hectic i swear i feel like one of those fanfic writers tha5 post like

Hey sorry it took 8 years i was in a coma! But thankfully that’s not… entirely the case?

I’m on the list for an appointment to see if i have adhd because hearing my friends who are diagnosed and medicated talk about literally MY EXACT ISSUES AND IT HELPING i was like… damm maybe it is the good ol case of audhd … so hopefully hopefully i can get something to help with that!

Uhhh in other news I’m saving for a laptop so i can get into video editing and idk make some animation memes and animatics!

But ofcourse

Ofcourse

I promised art let’s not dwindle any more!

First of all we have some art i did for my story quest for the moon (i did blur out a bit just cuz well idk my audience that well so i’ll be bluring it even though it takes away a bit of context)

Then another piece for that series and then… omg.. no way is that?! Is it?!

Hehe surprise let’s get into the first art!

3 GOT ANOTHER REDESIGN AND MIGUELS’S FIRST FULL ART

Welcome welcome to my sweet sweet sweet baby angel boy Three that’s right he’s been on my mind again so i drew him… kinda like a splash art? If he was in a gacha game very cute very demure (if that meme’s old already… no it’s not)

And then we have THE VILLAIN of quest for the moon

Miguel also our main character ash in the corner hiiii ash

Miguel is basically like the mentor that’s secretly just try to steal your powers type he’s very much an opportunist and i love to draw him and loooove to hate him! This piece is basically foreshadowing extravaganza that will… eventually be clear i swear I promise I PROMISE but for now enjoy the piece it took sooo long

Next art!

This is still a work in progress it’s not done yet but I’m incredibly proud of it soooooo I’m showing it anyway and then we’ll get into the surprise

MEET MY SON ALEXANDER

ohhh my goodness after being in art block for so long it feels so nice to just get a solid redes out i’m soooo happy with how he’s turning out AA that’s my son MY BOY one of my oldest oc’s from so so so so long ago and fun fact i drew both pieces with the exact same brush heheheh the headshot next to him is his brother phoenix

Ok NOW FOR THE SURPRISE

Guess what! That’s right i have actually ACTUALLY started finding my way into the new project reignited

That’s right we got a MAIN CAST now

Now obviously some are.. easy to find the original inspiration for but they won’t be that similar to the redesigns they used to be no no no

Welcome the new crew of project reignited!

Muse, Plume, Thea, Orianne & caelusss

Muse is the main character a human boy who is just trying his best who gets swooped up into helping a dragon girl save her kingdom and the magical dimension while also fighting to preserve his home town!

Plume a dragon girl (plume, bloom you get the gist) who somehow ended up on earth is now tasked to find help to save her people and mother while also discovering the beauty of earth

Thea the daughter of an urban development company ceo and the love interest of muse (did i get myself this invested into a ship that i made it canon here… yes.) she’s a frail girl but is forced to step in as her fathers ideas turn from helpful to greedy and destructive

Orianne Thea and Muse’s friend and the more motherly of the group but faced with difficult circumstances and changes in her life can cause her to lash out as her life is completely steered of its course by magic and her dad remarrying.

Caelus! Muse’s closest friend a pretty chill guy that works at an icecream parlour during the week and helps his family with their market food stand in the weekend, he really wants to be a culinary chef but doesn’t know if he can truly achieve his goals in his hometown.

That’s the gang this will from now on be an original concept and no longer a winx rewrite yes winx will be an inspiration for this work but i do not intend to go the fairy route nor make the world building as big as i had made it in my rewrite… what you will see is me taking my rewritten work as a basis for this story considering i have basically rewritten my version of domino, zenith and solaria from scratch sooooo SWEET BABY BOY CRYOS MY BABY will be making a return later on in this story he’s mine he’s my son my boy i can do with his character whatever i pleaseeee ok ty

That’s the update that’s the post thank you all for enjoying my content and my terrible upload schedule life had beeeeeen hectic ty ty hope ya’ll stay for more and if this was your first post of mine you saw…. Check out my other work pls and thank u

Oki

BYEEEEE

[redbleedingrose]

IM BACK

hi my babies 🥹

Uhhh, I feel like I owe yall an explanation.

It’s been a busy time I’m ngl. I’m in my last clinical rotation of medical school, and I just applied for residency.

Last time we gabbed, I think I was studying for the step 2 of the US medical licensing board exam and I passed. It’s been a rough time tbh. I gained like 10 pounds during that period.

Anyway, going through all that put me so out of touch with writing. I dabbled in some tonight, and I feel like I’ve lost my mind because it’s so hard LMAO. I don’t know how to use words anymore or how to phrase things and it’s super embarrassing. I’m sooo nervous to put things out now or even answer asks related to my previous writings cuz I’m scared I’ll say the same stuff I’ve said in the past or it’s just gonna be lame.

I’m trying is what I’m trying to get at. Thank you so much for sticking by me and being so patient. Like I said, this has been the most stressful and exhausting time of my life.

So anyway, here’s a little snippet of what I wrote:

Lucien hummed amusedly, “Sure is sweetness,” and without even having to check, I knew his beautiful lips are lilted into a smirk. The asshole couldn’t even hide his utter delight in my torture, he had thoroughly destroyed me last night. Truly ruined me. And I had no idea how I was going to recover from this.

I’m probably gonna edit this a bunch, but I’m going to try to write this weekend and we will see where that leads me. I may just need to reread the ACOTAR series and regain my sense of passion for it. Might jumpstart some feelings. Tbh im very mad at Azriel rn. The bonus chapter still has me angsty which is why I wrote Always. I’m just a silly jealous gal.

If yall have specific prompts or anything that might be inspiring, feel free to send me an ask and maybe it’ll ease me back into it. Love yall. Thanks again for your patience. It means the world.

[hunzzzzz]

Tell me sweet little lies: part 5

(Kendall Roy x OFC)

Summary: Diane and Kendall go out of town for a relaxing weekend. Diane puts on her investigative hat and is on the hunt to unravel the truth.

Warnings: smut / sex in the sea

A/N: 7k+ words and the plot thickens!!!!!

🦋🐬🔷🌊🧢🪼💙🫐🥏🏙️🧿🩵🐳💦🧊🥣🛝🚙

“Get off your phone,” Kendall grumbled from the driver's seat. “The person in shotgun is supposed to be the designated entertainer.”

“I’m a passenger princess,” Diane rolled her eyes, switching her phone to do not disturb mode and put it away. “There, happy? Now what?”

“Let’s play a game?” He suggested.

Diane never imagined this would be how she was spending the weekend. She had hoped that Kendall would have forgotten about his plan, she thought it was just a spur of the moment, rash decision he had made while he was pussy drunk, but he was serious enough to follow up about it the next day over breakfast. She was forced to cancel her dads visit to fully immerse herself in her backstory.

“I spy?” 

“What are we, kindergarteners?” He snorted, shooting her a mocking look.

“Fine. What amazing idea do you have, Einstein?”

“Let’s play 21 questions, I feel like I barely know anything about you.”

“Mhmm,” Diane nodded, but internally she was screaming, it was getting hard to keep up with all the lies she had told him as it was. “Let’s make it more interesting. 2 truths one lie?”

“Okay, you start.”

“Uhmmm okay let me think,” she tapped her chin, “Okay, I used to have my nipples pierced, without naming any names… I have slept with a member of one direction, and.. and..  I’ve done anal.”

“I don’t think you did it right,” Kendall furrowed his brows in confusion, “it’s supposed to be 2 truths, not 2 lies, right? Am I supposed to find the 1 truth or the 1 lie?” 

“Nope, I did it right. I told you 2 truths and 1 lie. And you have to determine which one is the lie.”

Kendall swallowed hard, going over Diane’s statements, “Fuck me, and here I thought you were innocent.” Fatherless behaviour, Kendall thought to himself, but he couldn’t entirely blame Diane for that given her relationship with her dad, he felt her. “I mean you really had a wild streak huh?”

“Had? Oh baby, I'm still in my wild streak. Why else would I be going to the Hamptons with a strange man?”

“Fuck you,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

“Tik tok, tik tok….” Diane tapped her bare wrist like she had a watch, “Do you give up?”

“Uhhhh, fuck this is hard. Can I just say for the record I think you’re winding me up and they’re all lies BUT gun to my head…. Then maybe the one direction one?”

“Wrong.” Diane laughed.

“Wait seriously? And just to confirm we are talking about the British boy band, yeah?” Diane nodded and Kendall looked at her and then back at the road and then back at her, his mouth agape. “Which one?”

“I can’t disclose that information.” She smirked looking out the window.

“Did you uh, sign a fucking NDA or some shit?” 

“No, it’s just none of your business.”

“It was Harry, wasn’t it?” 

“Nope.”

“Or that other one, with the fucking cheekbones, uhhh what’s his face— Zack? NO, Zayn!” He snapped his fingers.

“I can neither confirm nor deny that.”

“You’re unbelievable, who would’ve thought. Fucking Zayn.” He said, jealousy evident in his tone, “Wait so which one was the lie? The nipple piercing one?”

“You really think I tried anal?” She looked at him incredulously, “Absolutely not!” 

“You know out of the 3 you gave me, it sounded like the most normal one.” He teased, “But you know maybe we can change that to a truth.”

“Over my dead body.” Diane smacked his arm, making him wince.

“Hey! No abusing the driver.”

“Your turn.”

“Gonna be hard to top your freak level, but I’ll try.” He teased, earning another harsh smack from her. “Uhhhh, I used to play professional tennis, one time when I was a kid I stole my mom’s favourite pearl necklace and blamed it on my brother, and uhhh— oh, I’ve never been in love before.”

“Seriously it took you that long to come with that load of crap.” She raised her brows, it was almost too easy, “The last one.”

“Oohh wrong, too overconfident sweetheart.”

“What?” Diane recalled that he was married before, there was no way she had gotten that piece of information wrong, “How is that possible?”

“Yes, I was married. No, I wasn't in love.” He answered, reading her mind.

“Then, then why did you even get married?”

“Because I loved her.” He stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But you weren’t in love with her? That doesn't make any sense.” 

“You’ll go through it some day and then you’ll understand.”

“Okay, so you didn’t steal your moms pearl necklace?” She clarified.

“Nope, I did do that.”

“Why?”

“I was mad at my little brother for something, I can’t even remember now. But yeah I blamed the whole thing on him. He wasn’t allowed sweets for a whole month.” Kendall recalled the memory with a grin.

“You are evil.”

“Nah, he probably deserved it. He was a little shit back then, actually still is.”

“What did you even gain from that?”

“His suffering brought me joy, and I still have that pearl necklace.” He admitted.

"So you were never a professional tennis player," Diane pressed, her voice laced with disbelief.

"Yeah, right. I played a bit. I was pretty good, actually. But my dad, classic dad, didn't see the point. 'Useless sport,' he called it. 'Better off with your head up a horse's ass.' And that’s a direct quote from him." Kendall scoffed, a bitter edge to his tone.

Diane leaned in, her eyes boring into his. "Your dad seems to have a lot of control over your life."

Kendall shrugged, a practiced gesture. "It's easier to go along with it. Besides, he turns into Stalin on steroids when he doesn't get his way."

"What would it take for you to defy him? Hypothetically, of course." Diane's question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. Was Kendall capable of standing up to his father? Would he protect his company's reputation, or would he blindly follow his father's destructive path?

She'd seen the interview. "My dad's plan was better," he'd said, a puppet on a string. But was there a spark of rebellion beneath the surface? Could she ignite it, turning him from a pawn into a powerful ally?

"I tried," Kendall muttered, his jaw clenching. "Didn't work."

“But the vote of no confidence was premature. I mean come on, you had one foot out the door. There was no way it was gonna work.” Diane urged him. “You need to think bigger—“

“I can’t—“

Diane and all of America saw the news when Kendall backed away from the Beat hug, “You almost had it the second time, you just gave up too early. You had a solid right hand man who had your back. You had Logan backed into a corner—“

Kendall's jaw clenched, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel. "I CAN'T, OKAY? I've tried everything you're thinking and failed. I’ve exhausted every option. And I can't, okay?" His voice was a low growl, raw with frustration. “I just can’t. I don’t have any cards left to play, or a hand.”

Diane's heart pounded in her chest. She'd never seen him like this before. "I'm sorry," he muttered, his voice barely a whisper. "I didn't mean to yell."

"My dad doesn't play clean," he continued, his eyes filled with a dark intensity. "If I try anything again, he'll bury me alive."

Diane knew she'd pushed too far. She'd seen the monster beneath the surface, the man trapped in his father's shadow. 

"I'm sorry for being nosy," she said softly.

The car crash. The kid. His father would bury him alive with that story if he stepped out of line. It was clear that Kendall didn't have a moral compass. He wouldn't come clean about the cruise scandal - women fired, forced into sexual acts, thrown overboard. Disgusting. Diane's blood boiled. She knew she had to be the one to expose the truth, no matter the cost.

So far, she had nothing. Whispers, rumors. She needed a solid lead, a witness, something. This weekend, she had a chance. A chance to connect with Kendall, to gain his trust. To become his person.

A tense silence filled the car. Kendall stole a glance at Diane, worried he had scared her by raising his voice. He took her hand into his and kissed the back of it, a silent apology.

"Keep your eyes on the road," Diane warned, her voice sharp.

“You keep forgetting that I, unlike you, actually have a full license.” he teased, a playful note in his voice.

“That doesn’t make you immune to car crashes,” she retorted, the double meaning hanging heavy between them. Kendall’s grip on her hand tightened.

"You want to drive?" he offered, a dangerous glint in his eyes.

"I haven't practiced in a while…." she hesitated.

“Come on, I'll help you.” Kendall reassured her, slowing down and pulling to the side of the road. “Climb over.”

“And sit where? In your lap?” She looked at him with wide eyes.

"No, the roof," he scoffed. "Come on, don't be a baby."

With a sigh, she unbuckled and shifted, settling awkwardly on his lap. "Okay, you take the wheel. I'll keep my foot on the brake," he instructed, his breath warm against her ear.

She gripped the steering wheel, her heart pounding. "What if the cops pull us over?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"They won't," he chuckled, his hands finding her hips. "Now, speed up."

"Are you sure?" she asked again.

"Sweetheart, you're doing 70 in a 100," he said, his voice low and seductive. "People are going to start honking. Press the gas, now."

She pressed harder on the accelerator, the wind whipping through her hair. He squeezed her hips reassuringly.

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"I like to call this place, 'The safe haven,'" Kendall welcomed Diane inside, dropping their bags in the foyer.

“It’s nice.” Diane wandered around the space, taking in the intricate details. It was a bohemian twist, with pastel blue walls, childhood photos lining the staircase, and colorful rugs adorning the hardwood floors. The cozy atmosphere felt almost lived-in, like a family had once called it home.

"Yeah, I try to bring my kids here every summer," Kendall explained, walking into the kitchen. 

"If I had a place like this, I'd never leave," Diane sighed, perching herself on a barstool. 

"Bar cart seems fully stocked. You want a sip of something?" Kendall rummaged through the bottles of liquor. "Before you even say it, I don't know how to make an espresso martini." He grinned at her.

"Surprise me then." Diane pulled out her phone, checking her emails. Even on vacation, work was never far from her mind. Her friends called her a workaholic, but she didn't care. Rome wasn't built in a day. Diane was ambitious, an overachiever. She was the one emailing her boss at 2 AM with new article ideas. Her colleagues might resent her, but her boss praised her in every meeting. She had tunnel vision, focused on the day she'd finally claim her throne at the top.

"You're addicted to your phone," Kendall scolded her, placing a mystery drink in front of her.

"I'm sorry I have a life," she shrugged, taking a sip. "Hmm, it's nice. Kind of like a Shirley Temple with a sour twist."

"Yeah, I had to make do with what we had," Kendall replied, sipping his whiskey.

"You know we have the whole house to ourselves for the weekend," he murmured, wrapping his arms around her from behind.

“Well, I should hope so.” She murmured, feeling him kiss sloppily down her neck.

“Uh-huh,” he sucked on the spot behind her ear, “Just think about all the new places I could bend you over.”

“I’m a bit tired from the drive,” she mumbled, leaning back into his touch.

“You didn’t seem tired when you were grinding your ass against me in the driver's seat?”

“I was just practicing my driving, not my fault you’re so perverted.” She bit back a moan. Kendall had a way of unwinding her with his fingertips, a single touch had her forgetting her purpose. They hadn’t even been in the house for 10 minutes and Kendall was all over her like a persistent cat waiting to be fed.

“Uh-huh. Innocent is not the word I would use. And I’m sure Zayn would agree.” He nibbled on her tender flesh, “Let's freshen up, and then we can go to the beach out back, soak up Vitamin D.”

“I already get enough of it as it is.”

“From Zayn?” 

“Enough about Zayn.”

—————————————————————————

Kendall led her to their room and went to the bathroom to shower. Diane had the perfect opportunity to snoop around the house. She set a timer for 10 minutes on her phone and quickly made her way to the study, Kendall had shown her a glimpse of it when he gave her the grand house tour.

Diane tiptoed inside, the heavy wooden door creaking ominously. She prayed the shower's roar would mask the sound. She didn't know what she was looking for, but this was Logan Roy's study. Surely, there had to be something, a clue, a secret. The room was surprisingly bare. No family photos, no personal mementos. Just a sleek desk, a solitary pen, and a dusty lamp. Diane's heart pounded as she rifled through the desk drawers. The first was a bust, filled with pens and candy wrappers. The second held insurance papers, property deeds, and a stack of Forbes magazines. Useless. The third drawer was locked. She scanned the room for a key, but there was nothing.

Frustration gnawed at her. She moved to the bookshelf, running her fingers along the edges. She pulled out a few books, checking behind them, even flipping through the pages, hoping a key might magically appear.

She felt around the leather office chair, looking for a ripped seam where something could be hidden. She checked under the rug, in the flower pot, but still came up empty-handed. She wiped the dust and dirt from her hands.

Before she could search any further, her ears perked up, the water had stopped running, she didn’t even realize it. There was still 3 minutes left on her timer. She scrambled out of the office, slamming the door behind her.

"Hey, there you are," Kendall appeared in the hallway with a towel wrapped around his hips.

"Hey, I was just trying to get some signal around here," Diane said hurriedly, waving her phone in the air.

"Huh, didn't realize we had a signal problem," Kendall furrowed his brow. "My phone's working fine."

"Yeah, my phone's a piece of junk," she laughed nervously, trying to cover her tracks.

"Well, serves you right, you're addicted," Kendall teased, stepping closer, water droplets glistening on his skin. "Maybe a weekend without your precious phone will teach you to appreciate the smaller things in life."

“Oh trust me, I appreciate the smaller things in life,” she purred, trailing a hand down his chest, “even the smallest of things…” she cupped him through his towel.

"Oh, you're in for it now," Kendall's face lit up with a mischievous grin as he lunged forward, arms outstretched.

"You'll have to catch me first!" Diane squealed, ducking under his grasp and darting into their room. The bed became her fortress.

"Scared?" he teased, circling the bed.

"Just testing your cardio," she retorted, leaping onto the bed and crossing to the other side. "Too slow!"

"Oh, I was just going easy on you, sweetheart," Kendall panted, his playful facade slipping.

He charged towards her, but Diane was quicker. She darted out the bedroom door and down the stairs, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Careful, don't slip. Wouldn't want you to break your hip!" she taunted, disappearing out the back door towards the beach.

She kicked off her shoes, shedding her jeans and top, and ran into the cool water. She ventured further till she was waist deep in the water, she could hear the sound of footsteps splashing behind her. She turned, but Kendall was nowhere to be seen. Only his towel marked his spot on the beach.

Suddenly, a strong hand grabbed her leg, pulling her under the surface. Her scream was muffled, a silent bubble in the water. Through the distorted vision, she saw Kendall's face, his eyes filled with a dangerous intensity.

As Kendall pulled Diane under, a strange sense of peace washed over him. The fear that had haunted him for so long, the fear of drowning, seemed to dissipate. The ocean, once a terrifying abyss, now felt like a familiar embrace. The weight of the water, once a suffocating pressure, now felt invigorating. Perhaps it was the adrenaline rush, the thrill of the chase. Or maybe it was the sheer joy of sharing this moment with Diane. In her presence, the trauma of the past, faded into the background.

Diane broke through the surface, gasping for air. "Gotcha," Kendall emerged, with a triumphant smirk on his face, water dripping from his hair.

Before she could swim away, “Uh-uh-uh, too slow,” He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her flush to his body in the cool Atlantic, kissing her fiercely, a mixture of saliva and salt. In that moment, age seemed to vanish, time got lost when he was with Diane, she made the wrinkles on his forehead disappear. 

He loved the way her legs wrapped around his waist with a firm squeeze. “You know, I love the ocean,” she murmured, her voice as gentle as the waves, “I’m a water sign.” 

“Cancer?” he mumbled a guess against her lips, kissing down her neck. He took in her soaking wet lace bra clinging to her skin, with the ease of his hand he unhooked it and disposed of it, letting it float away with the waves.

“Pisces,” Her fingers tickled lightly at the back of his neck making him shiver.

“I don't believe in that shit,” He adjusted her closer.

She repeated it into his mouth— I love water —and the words tasted sweet and ripe, like some exotic fruit plucked just for him.

“Pisces are just permeable membranes that pensively let things flow through them,” She kissed his chin, the curve of his jaw, “like cerebral sea sponges.”

“I believe you,” he groaned as she bit and teased kisses up the side of his neck. She could tell him the sky was green and the ocean was orange and he’d believe her. She made it so easy to believe, her sweet words had him dissolving in the water, gladly becoming food for the fish and corals.

“What’s your sign,” her voice was velvety smooth, as she traced his earlobe with the tip of her tongue.

“Taurus,” he grunted, slipping his hand into the back of her panties, working it lower and lower over the firm curve of her ass.

“Taurus’ are greedy,” she purred, “you indulge yourself in pleasure. Ruled by Venus, you have a lust for giving, for receiving— you want it all. It fuels you, rewards you.”

A wave crashed against them, lapping at their shoulders. Diane wriggled against him, against his hand, against the firm ridge of his cock which poked at her inner thigh. 

He could feel the points of her nipples against his skin, “I’m whatever you say I am,” He slid his hand lower, “I’ll be whatever you want me to be.” Diane gasped when his fingertips found a new wetness, viscous and hot between her folds.

He worked two fingers into her tightness as she grinded her hips against him, her head tipping back feeling the friction of his cock against her clit, the ends of her hair disappearing into the water. He leaned over kissing the smooth column of her throat, making her moan.

“You love the water,” he said, tracing his tongue over her collarbone. 

Her hand trailed down his chest, disappearing between them and he nearly lost his balance when she began to rub his swollen tip.

“Yes,” she nodded desperately. “I want to swim with the sharks.” The adrenaline was still coursing through her system, she didn’t care about being seen in broad daylight. For once she was truly living in the moment, not worrying about her next move. Flowing freely with the waves.

The hollow behind her ear tasted like vanilla and honey. Kendall sucked hard enough to leave a mark, a bruise that would purple as the rest of her skin freckled and browned in the sun.

“Your earth and I’m water,” her voice was low and tidal, “we connect on the shore.”

His cock was pulsating just from hearing her swollen raspberry lips murmur horoscopes to him in the vast expanse of the sea. He felt her fingers between her legs, brushing against his own which were still buried in her. She tugged her panties to the side. He caught her drift, retreating with his hand, and plunged his hips forward, slotting himself where he belonged. He was coming home, shipwrecked.

“Fuck—ohh—I lo—” he moaned when she clenched around him. “—fuck do you love this?”

The moment the words passed his lips, he wanted to snatch them back, the words I love you were on the tip of his tongue, the one thing he couldn’t have. But in his arms, she was unbothered, rising and falling on him with the flex of her thighs, the rhythm of the tides.

There was something different about her in the sunlight, Kendall felt like he was seeing her in HD, carefree, untamed. Outside the confines of the city she was herself, this was more than just friends with benifits— they were fucking in the ocean for Pete’s sake. 

He tangled a hand in her wet hair and pulled her mouth to his, grunting as she bit hard on his bottom lip and thrust her tongue past the sting.

“Diane—”

“More,” she urged, panting against his mouth. “Please.”

His hungry eyes took in her neglected breasts, nipples strawberry plump, puckered so tight they probably ached. He took her pointed bud in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it like licorice.

“Yes,” she mewled and shuddered, “Kendall, yes.”

His body rocked against hers with Bermuda level force, the chill in the water was the only thing holding him back from the edge. He squeezed harder at her breast, feeling her flutter around him. 

She felt submerged in an ocean of sin. Dancing sunlight filtering through roaring waves above her head. Deep blue surrounding them on all sides. Thick, molasses leaden desire filled her lungs up.

It usually took longer, and more force, but with one last thrust, she burst, clawing at his shoulders and crying his name. Her orgasm didn’t wash over her, it yanked. Grabbed her by the ankles and pulled her feet out from under her, sending her careening into a void of white hot ecstasy that coated her like black ink. And the hot, vice-like spasms of her cunt pulled him down under the waves with her until they were both breathless and shaking.

She squeezed him tight with her trembling legs, keeping him locked inside her even as he softened. Her swollen lips brushed his once, twice, before receding like the tide. She rested her cheek against his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I love the water,” she murmured.

I love you, Kendall bit his tongue.  Kendall was falling too fast, headfirst in the deep end. The second someone showed him a miniscule amount of kindness or care, he was under her spell, more so a curse. When someone who had never been given love or care— finally gets a crumb of it, how can they let it go. He was hers, body and soul. He could only hold her close, hoping she wouldn't slip away. That’s all he could do. 

They were a few metres from shore, but Kendall wished the tide would sweep them out into the open sea, where he was always like this. In the water, carefree. Maybe she would feel the same way about him too. She loved the water, maybe if she stayed there with him long enough, she would love him too.

They stayed in the water until a while longer, in each other's warmth. As the sun began to set, he carried her to shore, her small, limp body brined head to foot in salt and sweat and life. He laid her down on his towel, letting her body dry off in the last remnants of the sun.

“Tired?”

“Not too much.” She looked up at him with half lidded eyes, “What did you have in mind?”

“Let’s freshen up first.” He brushed back a piece of her hair that clung to her forehead. 

As they went back to the house Diane noticed a disruption in the soil, at the base of the house a small patch of grass had been undug, and carelessly topped with soil. It looked recent as well, something in her gut told her to investigate it later.

The shower that followed took longer than expected, it began with Kendall hovering behind her in the shower, shampooing the salt water out of her hair. But ended with Diane’s back pressed against the tiles, she gulped a steam filled air into her lungs. Water cascaded down their bodies as Kendall pounded into her. His hazel eyes remained locked with hers, fingers squeezing at the skin along her thighs which were wrapped around his waist, gasping breaths mingling together. 

Kendall had the sex drive of a 14 year old boy going through puberty, he had to be inside Diane, she was like the air he breathed, he had to have her in every position, taste her in every way. And Diane— she just loved the water. It worked out in both their favor.

He released his hold on one of her legs and directed her to bear her own weight. Her other leg remained hiked up over his hip. His forearm rested on the tile by her head as he leaned over her. The change in position drove him impossibly deeper. Her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned.

“Fuck, you’re so good, so good for me.” Kendall groaned, say it, please say it.

“For you—” she whimpered, each slow pull along her walls knocked the breath from her lungs. The skin above his cock, firm with taut muscle, rubbed at her aching clit. Shockwaves of pleasure centered on her cunt ricocheted through her body, “only for you.” She mumbled incoherently.

A jagged groan stirred against her throat as Kendall came undone, cock buried deep and spilling inside her. His heavy head fell onto her shoulder. Heaving breaths gusted from his lips and blew the remaining water droplets off her heated skin. He didn’t even have to ask her to say it this time.

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The low hum of music filled the dimly lit bar. Soft, muted colors washed over the room, creating a cozy atmosphere. A few people were scattered about, lost in conversation or solitary sips. The bartender, a man with a weathered face and a knowing smile, wiped down the counter with a practiced ease.

Diane's gaze was drawn to a faded photograph, its edges softened by time. It was a snapshot of a simpler era, a moment frozen in amber. There, amidst a collage of memories, she saw Kendall, younger and carefree, seated in the very booth they now occupied. Beside him was another boy, his face partially obscured, but his youthful grin unmistakable.

"Is this you?" Diane asked, pointing towards it.

Kendall nodded, his eyes following hers to the photograph. He set his beer down on the table, a contemplative look crossing his features. "Yeah," he confirmed, "that's me and my brother Roman."

“Summer, 1996," she read aloud, the date etched beneath the image. "My birth year."

"Yeah, we used to come here every summer," he explained. "The whole family." He took a long sip of his beer, his gaze drifting into the distance.

In that moment, the walls of the bar seemed to dissolve, revealing a glimpse into Kendall's past. Diane, a silent observer, was transported to a time before her own, a time of carefree summers and family bonds.

Diane laughed when her eyes landed on a particularly striking photograph. A younger Kendall, his muscles rippling beneath a faded tank top, struck a pose with his brother. A backward snapback and a gold chain completed the picture of his teenage heartthrob Era.

"Oh, hello Mr. Gunshow," she teased, a playful grin spreading across her face. "Quite a transformation."

Kendall groaned, his face flushed. "Why did I even bring you here?" he muttered, shaking his head. "This place is a time capsule of embarrassment."

"Why are there so many photos of you?" Diane asked, her curiosity piqued.

“The owner’s buddy-buddy with my dad.“  Kendall explained, a wry smile playing on his lips. “Me and Rome used to spend the day surfing, laying out by the beach and then we’d come here to lay some serious game with the ladies. It was a classic summer ritual." He wiggled his eyebrows.

Diane couldn't resist a playful snort. "And was there ever a successful night?" she asked, her skepticism evident. "I find it hard to believe that any girl would be enticed by a snapback and a tank top."

Kendall chuckled, a hint of self-deprecating humor in his tone. "No," he admitted, "not really."

"You and your brother seem close," Diane observed, her voice soft.

Kendall nodded, his eyes distant. "We used to be," he replied, the words hanging heavy in the air. "We used to be."

Diane sensed a shift in his demeanor, a subtle withdrawal. He crossed his arms over his chest, a defensive posture that spoke volumes about his feelings towards the past. It wasn't the nostalgia of fond memories that filled his heart, it seemed like pure hatred and regret.

Diane had spent countless hours trying to chip away at that wall, to coax him into sharing his memories. But it was like pulling teeth. Every question, every gentle probe was met with a carefully crafted response, a half-truth, or a complete deflection. 

Diane knew she had to tread carefully. Kendall, a public figure, was notoriously private. His guarded nature was a shield, protecting him from the prying eyes of the media, particularly when it came to his family.  It was as if he had erected an invisible wall, shielding his past from the outside world. She had to find a way to break through his defenses, to build trust, without revealing her own intentions.

It was a delicate dance, a slow and steady approach. She knew she couldn't force him to open up. Instead, she had to create a safe space, a place where he felt comfortable enough to lower his guard.

"I wish I had siblings," she confessed, offering a glimpse into her own life, hoping he would take her bait and open up. "I was an only child, always begging my mom for another baby. When you have siblings, you're never truly alone."

“Not when you have siblings like mine,” he shook his head with a dry chuckle, “Enemies would be better than Shiv and Rome. At least with enemies you expect the knife in your back. You can keep an eye on them.”

"I think you're being a bit melodramatic," Diane teased, lightly bumping his arm. Little did Kendall know, the biggest threat to him was sitting right beside him, a betrayal that was far more insidious than anything his siblings had ever done.

"It was Roman who sabotaged the entire vote of no confidence," Kendall took a sharp breath, his voice filled with raw emotion. "He gave me his word and then pussied out when it mattered."

Diane fought to suppress a smile. She was gathering information, piece by piece, each revelation a jewel in the crown of her exposé. "Oh shit," she murmured, feigning sympathy. He was opening up, revealing the cracks in his carefully constructed facade. 

Every detail, every vulnerability was a potential weapon in her arsenal. The first thing she learned in journalism 101 was, not every piece of information is crucial to the story, but you need background to build a story. Diane needed to know the current affairs within the Roy family before she couldn’t expose them.

"Yeah, believe me when I say, who needs enemies when you have siblings," Kendall finished his beer, his voice laced with bitterness. He stood up, signaling the end of the conversation. "Have you ever played darts before?"

Diane shook her head, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face. She had managed to pry open a small window into his private world, only for him to shut it down.

Kendall, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, took down the photo frame. He carefully extracted the photo, with a decisive motion, he tore the image in two, separating Roman from the rest of the picture.

"I'll teach you," he grinned, sticking the fragment of Roman's face onto the bullseye. "This can be our target."

He demonstrated his skill, launching three darts with precision. The first struck Roman's face, the second his arm, and the third found its mark on his crotch. A dark, almost sinister pleasure spread across Kendall's face.

"Try and top that," he challenged, handing the darts to Diane.

Diane took the darts, her grip tentative. She launched the first dart, but it fell short, clattering to the floor. The second fared no better, veering off course and hitting the wall. Frustration began to gnaw at her.

Kendall watched her attempts with a mixture of amusement and patience. "Relax," he advised, taking the darts from her. "You're gripping too tightly." He demonstrated, his movements fluid and effortless. "Loosen your grip, aim for the center, and let the dart fly."

With his guidance, Diane tried again. This time, she managed to hit the board, though the dart landed far from the target. 

Kendall smiled encouragingly. “Better.” He moved behind her, his breath warm on her neck. His large hand enveloped hers, guiding her arm as she held the dart, his cheek pressed against hers. "Now focus on the target, align the dart with it," he murmured, his voice low and husky. The dart soared through the air, piercing the bullseye.

“You’re a natural,” Kendall praised, making every hair on her body stand up. The 2 espresso martinis she had just devoured, along with the bottle of wine they had shared over dinner were all catching up to her now.

“Yeah?” She whispered. Kendall's face was still pressed against hers, it was too intimate. Too close. Too sweet for her liking yet she let herself lean back into him, pressing her ass against his front. As if they hadn’t fucked twice already, they were both desperate to rip each other cloths off.

“Let’s get outta here.” He took her wrist in his hand, dragging her to the exit.

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They lay tangled in the sheets, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on Kendall's brow. He hadn't pushed his body this hard in years. His muscles ached with a familiar, satisfying burn. Diane, with her strategic mind and seductive charm, had expertly maneuvered him to this point. She had him exactly where she wanted him— vulnerable, exhausted, and utterly captivated. He was pussy drunk. 

As Kendall lay there, vulnerable and unsuspecting, Diane's mind raced. She had the perfect opportunity to strike. Now she could bend him to her will and milk out whatever she needed from him.

Diane snuggled closer, her breath warm against his neck. "You know we never finished our game in the car," she murmured, her voice soft and seductive.

Kendall's eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep. "Yeah, yeah, we'll finish it on the ride back," he mumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion.

"Nooo," Diane whined, pouting her lips. "Just one more. Please?" Her puppy dog eyes were hard to resist, and Kendall knew he was already defeated.

Diane always had a way of getting what she wanted. It was a skill she had honed over years, a tool she used to manipulate and control. And now, she was using it to her advantage, to extract information, to uncover secrets.

"Okay, okay," he mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut. "I..." His voice trailed off, his mind struggling to form coherent thoughts. "I got kicked out of boarding school for starting a fight," he managed to slur out, a half-truth. "I'm infertile," he added, a darker secret slipping out unintentionally.

As he drifted off to sleep, a few more words escaped his lips. "I killed him," he muttered, his voice barely audible. "It was an accident." These words, spoken in the depths of slumber, held a chilling truth, a secret that had haunted him. Something he had never said out loud before

Diane stilled in his arms, her mind racing. The first statement, the one about being kicked out of boarding school for a fight, was a lie. She had done her research, delving deep into his past. The official report from the school, along with multiple witness accounts, painted a different picture: a young Kendall, intoxicated and reckless, had been expelled for substance abuse.

The revelation about his infertility was less surprising. While he had never explicitly confirmed or denied the rumors, his public statements about his children's births had hinted at underlying fertility issues. His adopted daughter and IVF-conceived son were clear indicators.

However, it was the final confession, uttered in the depths of sleep, that truly shocked Diane. "I killed him. It was an accident." The words echoed in her mind, confirming her darkest suspicions. She had always harbored a theory, a darker version of events, but she had hoped it was merely a figment of her imagination. She never thought he would admit to it, to confirm her worst fears.

Diane lay there, her body tense, her mind racing. Minutes turned into hours as she grappled with the weight of Kendall's confession. She had an unconscious Kendall admit to murder. But she couldn't let it distract her from her primary mission: the Cruises scandal. That was the reason she had come to the Hamptons, the reason she had infiltrated Kendall's life.

She peeled back the covers, a sense of determination fueling her. She crept out of the room, calling out Kendall's name a few times, but he was lost in a deep sleep. She threw on Kendall's oversized shirt and raced to the backyard.

Using the dim light of her phone, she used her hands to dig at the disturbed patch of soil. The earth yielded easily, and soon she hit something hard. With trembling hands, she brushed away the dirt to reveal a metal box. Inside, she found a key, a cassette tape, and a blood-stained cloth. A wave of horror washed over her. She quickly tucked the box under her shirt

Diane sat on the grass, the rhythmic crash of waves providing a soothing backdrop to her racing thoughts. Who did the blood belong to? Was it connected to the Cruises scandal or Kendall's manslaughter plotline? A shiver ran down her spine as she pondered the possibilities.

She glanced at her phone, the low battery warning flashing ominously. Time was of the essence. She needed answers, and she believed they were hidden within Logan's study. With renewed determination, she made her way to the study, the key to the bottom drawer clutched tightly in her hand.

Inside the drawer, she found a file labeled "KENDALL" in bold, block letters. She couldn't simply take the entire file; its disappearance would be too obvious, indicating an inside job. However, the metal box she had found on the beach could easily be dismissed as lost or stolen. 

She glanced at her phone, the battery dwindling to a mere 1%. Time was running out. She wasn't sure if she'd have another chance to return to the study and photograph the contents of the file. Just as then, a blood-curdling scream echoed from the bedroom. Fear gripped her heart as she shut the drawer, locking away the file, leaving it undisturbed.

Kendall's body seemed to sense Diane's absence, triggering a cascade of nightmarish visions. He hadn't ventured into the water since the car accident, the night he'd survived while the kid drowned. Yet, today, with Diane by his side, he'd felt a rare sense of peace. A fragile peace, quickly shattered by his subconscious. His mind, a cruel puppeteer, seized upon his fleeting happiness, twisting it into a weapon of self-torment. He wasn't entitled to happiness, his guilt wouldn't let him. The dream was a twisted reflection of reality, a grotesque caricature of the peace he'd found with Diane. 

The once familiar car was distorted, the shapes warped and menacing. A sense of dread hung heavy in the air.

As he glanced at the passenger seat, a horrifying sight met his eyes. Diane was there, but not the Diane he knew. Her face was contorted into a grotesque grin, her eyes, once pools of warmth, were now hollow, black orbs. A chilling whisper escaped her lips, "Hold your breath, baby," her voice dripping with malice.

With a sudden, violent jerk of the steering wheel, she plunged the car into the dark, ominous waters. The Diane he knew, the one who brought him comfort, was gone, replaced by a monstrous figure intent on his destruction.

The water was a murky, inky black, swirling with unseen currents. Each breath was a desperate gasp, his lungs burning with the need for air. Panic clawed at him as he thrashed, but the more he struggled, the deeper he sank. Through the murky water, he could barely make out Diane's distorted figure. Her eyes, black and lifeless, gleamed with malicious joy.

"Help me," he pleaded, his voice a hoarse whisper. "Please, Diane."

Instead of reaching out, she laughed, a high, chilling sound that echoed in the confined space of the car. "You're drowning, Kendall," she taunted. "And you can't escape."

“Please,” he gasped, inhaling water.

"Drown, Kendall," she hissed. "Drown and be still."

With each passing moment, the water closed in, suffocating him. The cold, heavy liquid filled his lungs, stealing his breath. He thrashed wildly, his strength waning. In his final moments, he saw Diane's face, her eyes filled with a cold, sadistic pleasure. As the car filled with water, she slipped out, her sinister grin widening.

Diane hurried into the room, hiding the box under her pillow and rushed to Kendall's side. She shook his shoulder gently, her voice filled with worry. "Kendall, wake up," she urged.

He jolted awake, his body drenched in sweat, his breathing ragged. His eyes full of terror, darted around the room. "What the fuck?" he gasped, his voice hoarse.

He scrambled off the bed, his movements jerky and panicked. "Was that real?" he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Diane, alarmed by his reaction, knelt down beside him. "Kendall, it's me, Diane," she said softly, her voice soothing. She gently pried his hands away from his face.

His eyes, wide and fearful, met hers. "Are you real?" he whispered, his voice trembling. He studied her face, searching for any sign of the sinister figure from his dream. But all he saw was the warmth and concern in her eyes. A wave of relief washed over him.

"Kendall, are you okay?" Diane asked, running a hand through his damp hair. "Did you take something before bed? Xanax or something else?"

"No, no. I'm fine," he replied, his voice shaky. "I just had a weird dream, that's all."

Diane helped him back into bed, her concern evident. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked gently, cuddling up beside him.

"No," he murmured, his eyes closed.

“Okay.” She didn’t press any further, knowing she could hear about it in his next therapy session.

The room was silent, the only sound was the rhythmic ticking of the clock. Kendall and Diane lay side by side, their bodies tense, their minds racing.

Kendall's heart pounded in his chest as the chilling images of the nightmare replayed in his mind. The distorted figure of Diane, her eyes devoid of life, sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled over him. His twisted nightmare had shattered the image he had of her. Was she capable of such a horrifying act, leaving him to drown in the depths of his own fear?

Meanwhile, Diane was still replaying Kendall's confession over and over in her head. "I killed him. It was an accident." And then there was the box, the tape and the bloodied cloth. She couldn't confront him about it without revealing who she truly was, her ulterior motive. But she also couldn't hold it in much longer. 

As the night wore on, the silence between them grew heavier. They were both trapped in their own thoughts, unable to escape the darkness that had crept into their lives.

[javipispunk]

Clumsy Fingers

Wrong number Joel x f!reader

Warnings: none really, strong language, fluff, researching a person on the internet if that counts

A/N: decided i needed a little Joel fluff after reading lots of angst lately. was thinking of maybe doing a part two but lmk!

Summary: what happens when a girl gives Joel the wrong number after the bar

Word Count: 1K

You were getting a phone call from an unknown number. Austin area code. You lived in Boston and were like 900% sure you didn’t know anyone from Austin. So assuming it was a spam call you didn’t answer. What you weren’t expecting however was a voicemail. Spam callers didn’t leave voicemails. So you decided to listen to it.

The first thing you heard was an unsure “uhhh”. So def not a spam call. Spam callers didn’t say uh, you were pretty sure they read off scripts if they weren’t actual robots. And then the sweet baritone voice started talking.

“Hey Helena, It’s uh Joel from uh the bar last night. You gave me your number. I ain’t too keen on texting so uh I gave you a call. Call me back if you uh want. Okay. Uh bye.”

You couldn’t help but laugh and feel bad for the guy. This Helena chick obviously did not give him the right number. And now you had to break it to this poor sweet nervous man that you in fact were yourself and not Helena. It wasn’t really any of your business to get involved but you felt for the guy. No fun putting yourself out there waiting for a call that will never come. So you called him.

He answered after one ring.

“Hello?”

“Oh! Hi Joel, I think you said your name was. I’m not the Helena girl you tried calling.”

“You’re not?” He sounded so defeated.

“No.”

“Then the fuck you calling for?” Not hard to make him angry huh. Now you were regretting not just ignoring the call.

“My bad that I wanted to let you know that you got played, bud. Common courtesy. Guess they don’t do that in Austin.” Then you froze. You should not have said you knew he was in Austin. This man was gonna think you were crazy.

“How do you know I’m in Austin?” Now he sounded nervous again. You could faintly hear construction noises in the background.

“Area code. I’m not crazy ya know. Just on the weekends, and Monday through Friday maybe if I feel like it. But you know phones got a feature where it tells you where the person is calling from”

“Oh.” And then he chuckled. Faintly but enough for you to hear it and smile.

“Anyways, best of luck on the rest of your endeavors Joel.” There was something about him you couldn’t place that made you want to keep talking to him. Maybe it was the adrenaline of talking to a stranger. Or maybe it was his honeyed southern voice. There was no reason to continue this conversation. But you had the insatiable need to make him laugh again.

Before he could say bye and hang up you quickly added, “I’ll make sure to give a random guy your number next time, continue the chain of breaking bad news to people.” You added a small laugh to let him know you were joking.

“Sounds good sweetheart.” He said after another little chuckle. You were addicted to that noise and you’d only heard it twice.

“Bye Joel.”

“Goodbye.”

What the fuck was that conversation. That was not what you were expecting. You wanted to onow if he was as sexy as his voice. And the construction noises in the background? He must be strong and have callused hands. Would it be psycho to look up all the construction and contracting companies in Austin? What if you looked up his phone number? That wouldn’t be creepy. It’s not like you’ve never looked up a phone number before.

So you typed it in and the first result was for Miller Contracting. You clicked on the link. After scouring the website you found his name. Joel Miller. But other than that no pictures. What a let down. But now you knew his last name and could see if he had a facebook or something. Okay that was going too far. You had to take a deep breath. This man didn’t even know your name. You did not need to be researching him. You kinda wanted to call him again and tell him your name and where you were from. It was only fair, right?

You didn’t need to dwell on it anymore because he was calling you again. Yes, you had already saved him as a contact but he didn’t need to know that.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Hi?”

“Hi.” You chuckled.

“Is this the woman from before?”

“Yes.”

“Oh. I must have hit the wrong thing. Clumsy thumbs. Was trying to call someone else.” Well that was kind of a let down. But it was now or never to tell him your name.

“That's okay! I uh realized I never told you my name.”

“What's your name then darlin’?”

You told him your name.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” He said.

“You don't even know what I look like.” You let out a breathy laugh.

“I don’t need to. A man just knows these things.” You were swooning. But it was your time to flirt back if you wanted to keep talking to him. Nothing was stopping him so nothing was going to stop you.

“Well Joel. I bet you’re very handsome. A woman just knows these things.”

He let out one of his little laughs. What a beautiful sound. You both say in silence for a moment. Not sure what to say to each other while also making it blatantly obvious that neither of you wanted to hang up.

“Well uh I guess you should probably call that person you were gonna call. But I wouldn’t mind if your thumbs were clumsy again.” Oh my that sounded so sexual in such a weird way. You hoped he knew what you meant.

“Course darlin’.” You could practically hear his smile. You wondered if he was blushing. “I don’t gotta be the only one that don’t know how to use their phone ya know.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You were smiling like such an idiot. This random man with his stupidly attractive voice wanted you to call him back. You knew you would. Probably later that night in all honesty.

You bid your goodbyes. You were sad the phone call was over but overjoyed there would be more to come.

[livythewriter]

Realizing You Have Feelings for Elsbeth (Elsbeth x Reader)

Word count: 966

Warnings: Lots of fluff, Elsbeth and reader give each other a forkful of food they ordered, probably out of chracter Kaya.

I worked a couple more cases with Elsbeth and Kaya, who seemed quite friendly, and started to get closer to them both.

We actually had a dinner planned tonight at this fancy restaurant. I dressed in my Sunday best, and drove to the restaurant, waiting for Elsbeth and Kaya to arrive. Eventually they did arrive, in the same car.

“Hey there, you didn’t have to drive here all by yourself! You could have asked one of us and we would have picked you up!” Elsbeth got out of the car and approached me, her arms open for a hug.

“Oh, it’s no trouble really, I like long drives.” I hugged her briefly, giving a small smile.

“Alright, but if you ever need a ride anywhere, just let me know and I’ll be right there!”

“Duly noted!” I said, “Hey, how’s it going Kaya?”

“It’s going good, I’m just glad we could get a reservation for this restaurant.” It was the nicest restaurant in the city, so I was pretty happy about it too.

We went into the restaurant and got seated near the window.

I ordered spaghetti, and Elsbeth and Kaya ordered alfredo.

“So, how are you Elsbeth?” I asked.

“I’m absolutely great, I can’t wait to try the high end wine I just got! It made quite the dent in my budget, so I hope it’s worth it.” Elsbeth said.

“I’m doing alright too, I love spaghetti so I’m definitely looking forward to eating some.”

“You’ll have to let me try some, and maybe I’ll let you try some of my alfredo.” Elsbeth offered.

“I’d love to!” The waiter brought us our food and we started to eat. As planned, I was about to get a bite of Elsbeth’s alfredo.

“Here you go.” Elsbeth held up the forkful of pasta and I tilted my head, confused. She waved the fork at me, and I realized what was going on. I leaned forward and took a bite of the alfredo, feeling something strange in my stomach as I did so.

I figured I should do the same as she just did, so I held up a forkful of spaghetti, and she took a bite of it.

A thought crossed my mind for a second that she looked kind of cute while taking that bite, and realization dawned on me of what the feeling in my stomach was. I was flustered, a little lightheaded too. Something about this exchange just made my cheeks feel hot as I stared at Elsbeth, remembering all of the times that I had looked at her before in admiration of her appearance. Was I starting to like her?

Elsbeth looked up at me with a smile, and I averted my gaze, a little embarrassed that I was staring.

“You know, your hair looks really nice right now. You styled it wonderfully.” Elizabeth patted my hands in my lap, gazing into my eyes. Her voice was a little lower, and I didn’t know if she was flirting or not but I didn’t want to embarrass myself so I just smiled bashfully and thanked her.

“So, should we split the bill after we’re done or what?” Kaya interrupted us.

“Oh yes, uh, we should, yeah.” I stammered out.

“Are you alright? You seem a bit off.” Kaya asked.

“Yeah, just uhhh, remembered I have laundry at home that needs to be done.” I said.

“Ah, no need to worry about that, we are having a nice time right now.”

“Yep!”

“So, what are you guys planning on doing this weekend?” Elsbeth asked us.

“Honestly, just staying in my house and reading. Maybe gardening a bit.” Kaya said.

“Yeah, I guess I could catch up on some books that I need to read.” I explained.

“Oooh, well I’m gonna be exploring New York, looking at all the fun sights and stuff! I was wondering if anyone wants to come with me.”

“I just wanna relax, so I probably won’t be able to come with you.” Kaya said.

“Ah, that’s alright. What about you?” She turned to me.

“Oh um, I’d love to come with.” I said, my cheeks flushing. I was gonna go on a 1 on 1 trip with Elsbeth this weekend?

“Alright, it’s a date then!” Elsbeth grinned at me. My eyes widened at the wording and I stammered a bit.

“Oh okay, yeah sounds good!” I didn’t know if she was just saying that or if she actually wanted to go on a date with me. But I didn’t question it, because I didn’t want to misread things and possibly ruin things between us.

We finally finished our meal, and as we decided, we split the bill, and got up to leave.

“That tiramisu was pretty good.” I said.

“I got the creme brulee, that’s my favorite dessert.” Elsbeth replied, smiling as we walked to our cars. I was a bit disappointed that I didn’t request to be picked up by Elsbeth, because now I wanted to drive home with her. But perhaps it was better that I didn’t, in case I said something to mess things up.

“Well, I’ll see you this weekend, huh?” Elsbeth nudged me as we reached her car.

“Yeah.” I said simply, my face turning a bit pink. I didn’t know where these sudden feelings were coming from, maybe they were always here and I only realized them now. “I’ll see you, I’ll even dress in my favorite outfit.

“I can’t wait to see it! I bet it’s gonna look so good on you.” Elsbeth said earnestly.

“Thank you! Have a nice day, you two!” I told her and Kaya.

“You too.” Kaya replied, “I had lots of fun!”

I walked to my car and went home, in deep thought about Elsbeth the whole drive.

[lillsisamarshmallow]

So it’ll probably take a miracle from me to get the next 7hmiwm chapter out this week. Work got in the way and I’ll be volunteering this weekend 😅 (miracles can still happen but idk)

BUT

I do have a post that has ALL of my WIPs on it (name, info, desc, etc)

So I will probably post that this weekend, I thought that maybe sharing my ideas with you guys would make me more motivated to write them yk?

And then I can finally decide which one to work on (whichever you all seem like best or that I have the most ideas for.)

Anyways, uhhh I forgot what else I was going to say… oh well 🤷‍♀️

[foxgloveinspace]

It’s W.I.P. Weekend!!🎉🎉🎉🎉 aka, a new thing I’m gonna try to start where I post pics of all the knit w.i.ps I’m working on or gonna try to work on, lol.

I haven’t been knitting too much just cause I’ve had a cold. I have been working on the shawl in the middle pic more cause it’s just a knit stitch, and it’s easy to just pick up while I’m still tried.

@thoseeyeslikefire (idk if you still want me to tag you in knitting stuff, but uhhh.. yeah🖤)

Pattern info and stuff under the read more cause this is gonna be long!

The top two pics are of my Southwood Sweater! I’m knitting it using some Big Twist yarn in the color Olive Drab. I’m gonna work on this today!! Finish that sleeve!!!!!! It’s been on the needles since February, and folded up in my project bag since like May, so I really just wanna finish it oof. Gonna be my first real sweater and I’m so excited to get it done!

The middle pic is my Sunflower shawl! Only Amy has seen a pic of it so far, and it was just a tiny triangle then, and now I am just over half way with the garter stitch portion. I’m making it on some Yarn Bee yarn in their Bamboo-tiful yarn in the color cognac. It’s turning out to be such drape-y, and silky, and I’m so happy with how it’s turning out.

Last two pics are a Pass The Honey Cardigan, which I am making for my sister! It’s also being made using some Big Twist yarn in the color titanium I think?? Or medium gray. We bought the yarn last fall🥲. I’m really liking how the pattern is coming along, its just that since it’s one piece it’s taking so long to make. I do hope to have this done November tho (since that’s the time of year we can start wearing thicker fabrics around here). I do think I’ll have to make one for myself some time though, cause I am loving it so much. Maybe in a charcoal??

[melonlthawne]

personal rant below . But not like depressing just some stuff I’m dealing with

I have my interview with this LPN (there are different levels of nursing and iirc this is the lowest ) program next week and I learned just now that they don’t have any spots for their upcoming class which means I’d have to start in April. But that kinda makes me nervous cause if it’s an ongoing program with little breaks then I don’t really get a summer and I’m not sure how I feel about that. When I go to the interview I’ll ask the person what the schedule actually is but it would really suck if I don’t get a summer except maybe the weekends. Like I was considering maybe asking if they have a fall program I can apply for but that would mean putting it off even longer and if I’m gonna do that I want to get a job or something cause I feel bad just sitting at home (and my parents aren’t a fan of that either. It would make me feel really lazy) But I feel like the “lazy “ feeling is mostly pressure from my parents since they seem to think if I’m not actively in school or a job that I’m being unproductive and wasteful. My mom says it less than she used to even when I try to explain sometimes with executive dysfunction I WANT to do important things and keep moving but I just can’t. But I’m spoiled in the sense that I haven’t had a job in a long time and I probably should do something if I’m not gonna start the program immediately.

Uhhh here a bunny

[viiridiangreen]

I’ve been neglecting the shit out of my destiny page + streams and stuff... but uh, for once it’s actually a positive?? I’ve officially survived my first month of full time half-remote office job & I’m currently making SOUMP

My partner Q is away with their dad talking about a gig at said dad’s company, & next weekend he’s also taking him to get looked at by the ophtalmologist again.

Q has been unable to work or do much of anything they enjoy for about three years on account of an undx’d eye condition. They’re a photographer... among other things that benefit from being able to look at stuff without debilitating pain. Hoping the doctor is finally able to help them.

We’re uhhh also about to buy a motorbike. Which is scary but also pretty exciting.

Sooo in addition to having gone from a part-time paid intern to a legit employee with double the salary plus insurance & bonuses, I won’t be the single earner anymore & we’ll have an actual method of transportation to our name, so we can go downtown without spending 1/8 of my monthly earnings on the round trip like before.

I haven’t needed to supply my income with the rent-an-egirl site, thinking of taking it up again & returning to Twitch too but focusing on building a comfortable space & striking a sustainable rhythm, remaining mindful of my comfort rather than like,, desperately trying to make enough to eat lol. Also any earnings from that are gonna go towards treats / personal projects / actual never-before-seen savings. Like this month I did empty out my acct bc the transitional period between internship and employment was fucking wild and we also had a friend staying with us before that so expenses kinda piled up. But. Apparently I’ll start to have an actual small surplus to stash away for emergencies soon.

Which means!! I can start thinking of updating the remaining fossil-like pieces on my PC, then maybe even getting a whole new one so I can do a better quality & more secure dual-machine stream & create Content(TM) from my gameplay more easily. I wanna learn 3D modeling too, start making custom VRChat avatars or Vtubers and whatnot.

And also!!! Tattooing equipment. And like my first actual tattoos for myself (I’ve done four for other folks, have none myself, mostly bc I want big large blackwork pieces that wrap around the body instead of just sitting in a little corner of it like a sticker. not that those aren’t cute but yeah). Q can probably get their arm piece touched up (it’s been on hiatus since they got it in JANUARY 2020 LMAO) and get the spine piece they’ve thought about so much.

Maybe we can even get a Little Guy To Live Alongside Us in the next few years???? Like an actual pet (which I’ve never ever had btw even as I’m a very Bonkers Over Animals person). While being confident that we can cover the costs of a good QOL for them ?!?!?! Insane.

TL;DR Shit’s going suspiciously well and I’m already plotting my eventual return to tattooing :3c