#nah i get their excitement and I hold nothing against anyone

[literallylexa]

DEAN X READER:

FOREVER AFTER ALL

IMAGINE SMUT

Imagine: You die and your life flashes before your eyes, how you met Dean Winchester. You wait for Dean to finally arrive in heaven. CONTAINS SMUT

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BEFORE:

Scenes of your past flash before your eyes as you lay dying. The first time you met Dean Winchester you had already fallen in love with him.

“Hello this is my partner Agent Smith and I am also Agent Smith..uh no correlation.” Dean smiles at you. “We are following up on a missing persons case. Your friend, or uh roommate?”

The night before you had come home to your friend slaughtered. Fingers chopped off and a slit neck. “Yes, how can I help you?” You ask, a sad tone in your voice.

“Did your friend have any enemies? Anyone who would want to hurt her?” Dean asks.

“No. She was a very friendly person. However…I don’t know you might think I’m crazy but the nights leading up to her..murder.” You choke, “She was saying that she saw her ex boyfriend. But he’s been dead for almost 2 months now.”

“What was the name of her ex?”

••

You’re stuck in a salt circle. The ghost trying to get through to kill you. You clutch onto Dean’s jacket tightly, legs shaking. Even though you’ve only known him for a day, you trusted him. He was strong, handsome, confident, and comforting. “I got you. Nothing will happen to you. Sammy should be done any moment now.” Dean looks down at you with a soft smile. His green eyes making contact with yours, making you blush. The next second, the ghost burns away into thin air. Everything was quiet. You hug Dean, standing on your tippy toes to reach his neck. His thick, muscular arms wrapping around your small frame, holding your waist.

Sam and Dean leave town after that. “So ghosts, vampires, and just monsters are real, huh?” You ask Dean.

“Unfortunately…But hey, here’s my number. In case you see or hear anything. Call me immediately.” Dean grabs your phone and puts his number in. You blush even harder. “You can’t stay for longer?” You ask Dean, hope gleaming in your eyes.

“I’m sorry sweetheart but no. We gotta hit the road. Take care of yourself okay?”

You grab Dean by his shirt and pull him down to your lips. He’s taken by surprise by your actions, but ultimately pulls you in closer, grabbing your hips and grinds against his. His lips are soft and wet, crashing against yours you feel out of breath. “For the road.” You say breaking apart, face hot and red. Dean bites his lips and says goodbye, getting into Baby and driving away.

••

After that encounter, you started to hunt on your own, mostly giving hunters tips of locations and the possible supernatural creatures. “Glad you could make it.” You say to Dean. “You called, I answered.” He chuckles. You guys hug, you take a deep breath. It feels like the whole in your heart was filled again. Excitement, love, and arousal filled your body. Dean was the sexiest man you’ve ever seen. Not to mention having an amazing personality too. If only he wasn’t a hunter, maybe you’d have a chance to actually be together. His eyes linger for a little bit too long on your lips and breasts. As you walk in front of him to your apartment you can feel him staring at your ass too. “You want a beer?” You ask opening the fridge. “Always.” Dean looks around your apartment, picking up old pictures of you and your deceased dog. The room is silent, however the sexual tension between you two did not go unnoticed.

“So!” You exclaim tapping the table top. “What have you been up to?”

Dean takes a gulp of his beer and sets it down. “Oh you know the same old stuff. Hunting.”

“Speaking of hunting. Thats why I called you here. I’m pretty sure a demon is possessing my neighbor.” You say quickly, trying not to make the conversation even more awkward than it already is.

“What?!” Dean yells, walking over to you. “Nah uh you’re not about to have a demon next door. Pack up your things, we are staying at a motel until we get this figured out.”

••

Unfortunately for the bed, but fortunately for you, the motel only had one bed- no couch. “We can just share the bed.” You say sheepishly. Dean smirks, “There’s a lot of things we can share on the bed.” You giggle and punch his shoulder. He’s not lying though. There’s many things that you’d like to share with him on that bed. Many things.

You and Dean end up exorcising the demon. Luckily the person was still alive, you call the ambulance to have them picked up. “Good job back there.” Dean says, looking at you up and down.

You know that things would never get that far with Dean, but it didn’t stop you from being so incredibly attracted to him. Maybe he felt the same way. Dean steps closer to you, lifting up your chin to look at him, brushing hair out of your face. He crashes his lips against yours, picking you up and setting you on the counter. With your legs wrapped around his waist, he grinds up against you. Dean groans from the friction, a bulge growing in his pants. His hands run up and down your body, caressing your curves. He finds his way under your shirt, massaging your breasts. You moan from his touch, oh very badly did you crave it. You unbutton your shirt and he grins, taking your bra off exposing your breasts, the coldness of the room hardening your nipples. Dean licks his lips and begins to take one nipple in his mouth, kissing, licking, and biting it while his hand twists and massages the other. You put a hand through his soft short hair, needing more of him. You tug at his flannel to take it off. He obliges, removing his flannel and shirt, leaving you both naked from the waist up. “You’re beautiful.” Dean says in between kisses.

“Want to take this to the bedroom?” You ask Dean. He picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. He lays you gently down on the bed, he kisses from your breasts down to your belly, stopping at the hem of your pants. He unbuttons them, lifting your legs up to take them off. “You’re already soaking wet for me baby.” Dean groans, seeing your wet panties. He takes them off greedily, drooling at the sight of your pussy. His stubble brushes across your inner thighs as he begins to lick at your folds. You gasp when he sticks his warm tongue inside you. “(Y/N) you taste so good.” Dean says. He continues to tongue fuck you until the point you can’t take it anymore. However, before you can orgasm he stops. He couldn’t handle anymore foreplay. He needs his cock to be inside of you. He begins to unbutton his pants and you wait in anticipation to see what he’s been hiding. His cock pops out from his boxes, already leaking pre cum from his long dick. You squirm, desperately needing him inside you. “Please Dean.” You cry. “Not yet. You need to get it wet first.” Dean manages to say. He helps you sit up facing his cock. He strokes it a couple times, massaging his balls in the process. You grab his cock and lick him from the base to the tip, swirling it around on your tongue. Then, slowly putting the tip in your mouth, down the shaft, to the base of his large cock, getting use to the length. Dean moans almost embarrassingly loud, twitching at your movements. You lick up and down his long cock, tasting every inch of him. His balls were hanging low, you get off the bed and onto your knees, you grab his balls and put them both in your mouth, his dick hitting your forehead has you do so. Dean grips your hair into a ponytail, moaning out your name. “Fuck (Y/N).” Dean groans, then throwing you onto the bed, your ass facing him. Before you both even have time to think about putting on a condom, his dick rubs against your pussy lips becoming slippery. “Please fuck me Dean!” You cry out, becoming sexually frustrated, you need him inside you.

He slowly slides his cock into your pussy, “Baby you’re so tight.” You feel every inch of Dean as he slides into you, taking his length in full. With your pussy already leaking wet, Dean starts off with a slow pace, grabbing you by the hips, getting a rhythm. He is already hitting all the sweet spots, something no other man could do for you. “Dean you feel so good inside me.” You moan out, clutching the blankets beneath you. Dean had already wanted to cum the second he went inside you, so nice and tight, so wet for him. He speeds up his rhythm, slamming his cock deep inside your pussy, making you cream all over his cock. Your moans, screams, skin slapping, and the wetness from your pussy fill the air as he ruthlessly fucks you.

Dean pushes your head down onto the bed, grabbing your ass and smacking it leaving red hand marks. Dean has never been this horny in his life before, you are just so irresistible to him. Dean was in a trance by hearing your moans for him, taking all of his dick inside your pussy. “You’re taking my cock so good baby.” Dean moans out, feeling like he’s going to cum soon. Dean stops and pulls out, turning you over on your back, legs up in the air resting on his shoulders. Once again he slams into you, filling you up whole. He leaves lingering kisses along your breasts and neck as you moan out his name. Dean didn’t want this to end, he could go all night with you, and you could do the same. “Fuck I’m about to cum!” Dean yells, pulling out and squirting his hot cum all over your pussy lips. You giggle looking down at his mess. You’re still horny, needing to cum. You start to play with your clit, massaging his hot cum all over your pussy lips. Dean gasps as he sees you doing so, gently sticking one finger inside you as you play with your clit. You moan out as he rubs your g-spot, adding in another finger as he continues. This was all too much for you to handle, after a couple minutes of doing so, you cream all over his fingers and he gladly licks it off his fingers.

The night continues of you and Dean not getting enough of each other, fucking and cumming until you fall asleep for the night.

••

After that night, Dean invited you to stay at the bunker with Sam and him. Sometimes Cas showed up. “I just want to keep you safe.” Dean admits. You’ve known each other for a couple years now, texting back and forth and exchanging phone calls and stories, occasionally seeing each other once a month or so. You pack up all your things and move into the bunker with the boys. You and Dean end up being official a couple weeks after that. You buy new furniture and decor for the boys room, “Trying to make it more homey.” You say.

Life seemed to be almost perfect. Until one faithful day.

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NOW:

“Dean!” You scream out, the demon grabbing you by the neck, choking you.

“Let her go, now.” Dean spits, raising a gun.

The demon stabs your gut, letting you fall to the ground. “I let her go.” The demon snickers.

By the time Dean gets over to you and the demon, they vanish. Dean holds you as you lay dying. “No baby please stay with me.” Dean says in desperation.

“I love you, Dean.” You choke out, blood flowing down your face. Your eyes meet his for one last time, and then you see bright white.

••

“I can’t leave.” You say to the reaper, looking at Dean as he’s sobbing over your body. “It’s too early, we didn’t get to spend our life together. We didn’t get out the life, we didn’t have any children or animals together.” You cry, a pain in your heart, too unbearable to deal with anymore.

“You know what will happen if you stay.” The reaper puts a cold hand on your sunken shoulders. “All those angry spirits you hunt, you will become one.”

“Will I see him again, wherever I go?” You ask.

“I can’t tell you that.” The reaper smiles, “It’s okay to go.”

You leave Dean a cold kiss on his forehead, he looks up shocked. “(Y/N)?” He says, looking around. He could feel your presence.

“Goodbye, Dean.” You say as you walk through the light.

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Heaven. On the other side it’s beautiful. Mountains covered with large pine trees. A river flows underneath a bridge. The echoing of birds chirping fill the air. A small house, perfect as you could ever imagined lives on the top of the hill, watching over the river. You enter it, pictures of your family, friends, and Dean hang on the walls. Tears fills your eyes, you miss Dean. A knock at the door brings you back to your senses. You open the door, revealing John and Mary Winchester. Both smiling as they hold housewarming gifts. You’ve never met either of them before, but they seemed to know who you were, as they were always watching over Dean.

“Dean will be here soon.” Mary comforts you, placing a gentle hand on your back.

••

You spend the next couple weeks doing the things you love the most. Cooking all your favorite foods, swimming in the always warm water, drinking your favorite liquor. Everyone’s heaven is together. Sometimes you’d go up to the Winchesters house and have dinner, sometimes you’d go fishing with Bobby. Ellen and Joe were there sometimes too; along with all the other hunters you’ve lost along the way.

One day, you were walking down to the lake as you always do. Towel and a book in hand. From afar you notice a tall figure, you immediately knew who it was. “Dean!” You scream out, dropping everything and run to him. He turns around in shock, running towards you also. He picks you up and twirls you around, pulling you in for a long kiss after. Tears flow down Dean’s face as he looks at you. “I love you too.” Dean cries, brushing your hair out of your face, finding it hard to be real that he’s able to see your beautiful self again. “I’ve been waiting for you.” You say, pressing your face into his shoulder, breathing him in. Your heart felt full again. You and Dean take hands and walk up the hill to the bridge, there sits Baby parked. Dean squeals in excitement, immediately jumping in the drivers seat. You laugh and get into the passengers seat. “Head up to that house over there. I have a surprise for you.” You say. Dean obliges.

You knock at the Winchesters door. Mary answers. “Mom?!” Dean cries, hugging her. John walks up too, pulling Dean into an embrace. “We are just waiting for Sam now.” You say to Dean. “Time will go by fast.”

Eventually Sam joins everyone in heaven. Everything was complete. You and Dean had your own house, and got married. Dean enjoys mowing the lawn while you tend to the garden. On the weekends you guys host BBQ’s with all of your friends and family in heaven.

Maybe somethings last forever after all.

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“A cold beer's got twelve ounces

A good truck's got maybe three hundred thousand

You only get so much until it's gone

Duracells in a Maglite

A needle drop on a forty-five

Are the kinda things that only last so long

When the new wears off and they get to getting old

Sooner or later, time's gonna take its toll

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

Just a t-shirt in the kitchen

With no make-up and a million

Other things that I could look at my whole life

A love like that makes a man have second thoughts

Maybe some things last forever after all

FM station on the outskirts

Blue jeans after years of shift work

All fading out like I always knew they would

The strings on this guitar

The first love lost on a young heart

Those things are gonna break after the getting's good

'Cause the new wears off and they get to getting old

Yeah, sooner or later, time's gonna take its toll

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

Just a t-shirt in the kitchen

With no make-up and a million

Other things that I could look at my whole life

A love like that makes a man have second thoughts

Maybe some things last forever after all

They say nothing lasts forever

But they ain't seen us together

Or the way the moonlight dances in your eyes

And I know there'll be that moment

The good Lord calls one of us home and

One won't have the other by their side

But heaven knows that that won't last too long

Maybe some things last forever after all”

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AUTHORS NOTE: I will never forgive SPN writers making that ending so rushed and short. I would have absolutely LOVED for Sam and Dean to see their parents again, Bobby, and just everyone that they’ve lost in heaven together. I wish they would have had an episode “feel good” episode of just everyone being happy in heaven, throwing parties and bbq’s, and just drinking until they’re too drunk. Let me know how you think SPN should have ended!

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfic - Stronger

Words: 627

@wolfstarmicrofic

This was written as a response to multiple people asking what Remus did in fourth year after the Moon-Grumpy fic (https://archiveofourown.org/works/58156276) but it can also be read as a stand alone!

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The first time Remus tried firewhisky, he hated it. It was stronger than he expected, and within half an hour he was good and tipsy, and tipsy Remus liked to talk.

James, equally tipsy, found this fascinating. He was so used to Remus holding himself back. It was like getting to see a whole new side of him, and it was so endearing.

“What are we doing for Hogsmeade next week? I need to go to Honeydukes. Need.” Remus said, lying on his bed with his eyes closed. Pete had gone to throw up, and Sirius had been dared to sit on Marlene’s lap for fifteen minutes, half an hour ago.

“You not going with Em?” James was propped against his trunk, grinning.

Remus laughed softly, “No, I’m not.”

“Is she busy?” James asked. “Too busy for you?”

“Nah.” Remus paused, “We broke up.”

“You what?!” James yelled. “When did this happen?”

“About two hours ago.” Remus wanted to curl up into a ball, roll off the bed and roll away into the distance where James wasn’t about to interrogate him about his failed relationship.

“Moony! What the fuck?” James crawled across the room to sit next to Remus’ bed. “Are you alright?”

Remus shrugged, “Yeah, I think so. I didn’t see it coming, but I’m also… I don’t know. I thought I’d be more bothered.”

James studied his face, “So, what happened?”

“Oh, we just… drifted apart, I guess.” Remus wished he was having this conversation sober. It would be so much easier to lie sober.

“Well, that’s bullshit, because she was up here reading with you last night.” James continued to stare at him. “So what really happened?”

“She noticed something about me, and it bothered her. When she asked me about it, I didn’t deny it, so she broke up with me.”

“Is this— Moony did she— She dumped you because you’re a werewolf?”

Remus spluttered and sat up, “No, of course not! Jesus Christ, Prongs! She dumped me because I’m in love with Sirius.” James blinked at him, as the realisation of what he’d just said dawned on Remus’ face. “Oh. Oh no, no. Wait—”

“You are?” Remus didn’t know what he’d expected, but it wasn’t James looking at him like he’d just announced the birth of a child. He said nothing. “Moony?”

Remus nodded slowly, “I think so.”

“Since when?” James looked way too happy about this. Remus had so many regrets. He wondered if there was a nomadic tribe in Mongolia that would accept a werewolf. Probably not. They’d never trust a wolf around the sheep.

“Maybe since forever. I don’t really know.” Remus rolled his eyes as James let out an excited yelp. “It doesn’t bother you?”

“That you fancy Pads and not me?” James grinned, “Well, there’s no accounting for taste, mate.”

“Tosser.” He muttered, “No, that I’m … queer?”

“Oh, that? No, of course not.” James tried to stand up unsuccessfully.

“And you won’t tell him, right? You won’t tell anyone?”

“I reserve the right to tell this story on two occasions. When you start dating, and when I’m the best man at your wedding. The two of you have to duel to see who gets me.” James managed to hold onto the bedpost and was finally on his feet.

“When?”

“Pads could do a lot worse than you.” James shrugged. “And you could do a lot better than Pads.”

“Thank you?” Remus squinted at him. “Firewhisky is fucking lethal.”

At that moment, Sirius burst into the room with a purple hickey blooming on his neck. “Good evening!”

James looked at Remus sympathetically before turning to indulge Sirius in whatever bullshit he was about to announce. Remus sighed, back to pretending.

[alpydk]

Cabinet of Oddities

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Summary: “Oh, I’d prefer if you did.” The drow elf smirked. “I assume he belongs to you.” She turned to Nana, her tone dismissive of Astarions presence. Nana bristled. Ever since they had started talking to this woman she had felt her jaw clench and her fists ball. “What do you mean? He’s his own person.” She scoffed in response. “I’m sure he really believes that. How utterly adorable.”  Nana’s positive demeanour instantly vanished, her face dropping and eyes turning dark and cold. Kill her. 

“Soldier!” 

Nana bristled as Karlach approached. At an unlikely little forge in the middle of the Shadowlands she’d managed to get an upgrade to her infernal engine and with an unbound enthusiasm had started to touch everything and everyone she could. First had been the tight hug around Shadowheart with a look that Nana had struggled to place. Why is Karlach winking at her? Now it seemed to be Nana’s turn. She braced herself as the large arms wrapped around her holding her in a bear hug. Her body remained tense, her eyes wide as she pressed against Karlachs chest. Her breasts are… 

“Gods, you’re terrible at this.” Karlach pulled back, placing her hands on Nana’s shoulders. “Right, I’m going to teach you how to hug.”

“You’re going to what now?” Nana looked around for any escape she could. “Karlach, I don’t know about this…”

“Nonsense, I can touch again!” She wrapped her arms around Nana again, a huge grin on her face. Nana could feel the building heat of her body upon hers and she worried a little about how effective this upgrade had really been.

“Could you not just hug Shadowheart again?” Nana’s muscles refused to relax, her mind running wild with stimulation. 

Karlach let go of her. “Nah, we’ve got something a little more exciting planned for later.” She gave a playful smile. “Relax your shoulders.”

Nana sighed deeply. There would be no getting out of this one. Her shoulders slowly lowered. 

“Now, I’m going to put my arms around your shoulders and you’re going to put yours around my waist.” Her voice was slow and Nana could not help but find it slightly patronising.

Nana lowered her head in a sulk and readied herself for the incoming embrace. As she felt Karlach’s arms wrap around her back she brought her own around to match. It felt like the longer she was held there the smaller she became, a comfort but with it a loss of control. She fought back the conflicting emotions that seemed to break forth and scrunched her face to stop the tears that burned in her eyes. Eventually, it became too much and she pushed Karlach away.

Karlach looked at her confused. “Hey, Soldier. Sorry, I didn’t mean…”  

“No, nope. Just an eyelash. Nothing to worry about.” Nana quickly began to walk off, giving a wave back. “Was fun, we’ll have to do it again sometime.”  

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Astarion hadn’t forgiven her for what she had done. Instead, he had continued to watch her in her fake human skin, listening to the conversations she had with people. She kept up her act of the innocent idiot and he scoffed as he watched her pretend to not enjoy hugging Karlach. How ridiculous that even now that they all knew what she was, she would continue to fake all this. He glared at her as she walked past to her own tent wiping away the faux tears. 

As she entered the tent he gave a cursory glance around to check if anyone was paying attention and then slipped in after her. He let her brush the red locks from her face and watched as she placed her dagger down. As she turned to face him he saw her shock and reflex to grab the knife.

“Don’t.” He said coldly.

Nana swallowed her nerves. “What do you want?”

Astarion smirked and twisted his wrists displaying his hands were empty. “Darling, I’m hurt. I just want to talk.” He grabbed the lone cushion he found and placed himself upon it. Curious, where had she found this?  

Nana took the signal and sat opposite him making sure the dagger was within easy reach if needed. “Talk then.”

“You know, love, I don’t like you. You’re-” He had wanted to say more before she interrupted. He’d wanted to question her about everything she was doing. About how he didn’t trust her, about how she was a liar. 

“A monster. I know.” She looked directly at him, her eyes soft and too caring for his liking. “What I did before, I don’t know who that person was to you, but I know the look you gave towards him. I’m sorry, Astarion. For showing you him, for whatever it was he did to you.”

Astarion snarled at her, his anger rising. Another manipulation tactic? “How dare you! You have no idea!”

She flinched hearing his voice rise. “Maybe not entirely. But I can still care, can’t I?”

“Care? Why do you keep doing this? Why do you keep lying to us!?”

“It’s not a lie. I get it, I do. Be mean, keep everyone away, don’t give anything of yourself. But I still care, Astarion. You… you’re my friend.”

Astarion stood up. He wanted to be angry at her. Anger was easier to handle than the creeping vulnerability that had started clawing in his head. She’s been in my mind and now she’s using it all against me, getting me to drop my defences. I don’t want someone to care for me. I don’t want a friend. He retraced his steps back to what he had initially wanted to say. “You’re nothing but a liar! You may have all them fooled but not me and nothing you say or do will change that.” 

“Then why are you here?”

He grabbed the collar of her shirt and held it tight. “I just want you to be honest. For one damned moment of your life!” He realised how he’d shouted as the silence settled over the tent. He hadn’t meant to lose control like this.  

Nana’s voice was barely a whisper as she spoke. “Would you even believe me if I was?”

Astarion loosened his grip as he thought about the question. She’s a killer. One lie after another. He turned to leave, refusing to give her an answer.

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Gale approached the tent upon hearing the yelling and found Astarion leaving. “Astarion, you didn't…?” 

Astarion gave him a scowl and walked off. Gale tapped the tent door hesitantly before peering in, seeing Nana still sitting on the floor, a dark look on her face.

“Nana?”

“I’m fine.” She sniffled. “He just wanted to talk.”

Gale sat down next to her. “It sounded like more than just a talk.”

“He’s just angry.” He could see her hesitating. After everything that had happened, it was understandable that there was little trust between any of them. The way Astarion and he had interrogated her, the fact he still had her journal and had done little to give it back. He could see why she wasn’t as open as she previously had been.

Gale placed his arms around her pulling her in softly towards him. Don’t fear me. Please be as you were that night. Let me comfort you. He felt as her back straightened up but then slowly began to relax into his arms, her own wrapping around his waist. As her face pressed into his chest he held her close. 

Nana stayed in his arms, and he wondered at what point she would suddenly pull away as she always had. Instead, he heard her voice. “Gale, why are you doing this?”

He settled his head upon hers, hoping that what little he could give her was enough to comfort her. “Because I care about you and I wish I could see you smile again.”

“You don’t even know me. Trust me, I’ve learnt my lesson after Thomas.”

“Maybe I don’t. But I’d like to. If you’d allow me.” He kept his arms around her, listening to the sound of her breathing.

She moved slightly causing him to lift his head. “You won’t paralyse me again?”

The question struck a chord with him and he frowned regretting his previous choice. “I can promise you that I won’t. And I apologise for taking such drastic measures before. We just needed to be certain.”

“I know, I understand. It’s just… Feeling that trapped, that loss of control.” Gale felt her body grow rigid as the fear set in again.

“Shh, shh.” He moved a hand to stroke her hair.  “I promise. I will never permit myself to do something like that to you again. It was heartless of me and if I could take back that moment in history, I would.”

Gale felt her snuggle herself into him again, her arms remaining wrapped around him. He couldn’t continue to be dishonest with her, not now. “Nana.” He swallowed hard. “I must confess something most important to you. Your journal, I’ve continued to read it.”

She didn’t move and for a moment he wondered if she had even heard him until she spoke up. “It’s fine. I trust you.” He felt the relief wash over him and held her a little tighter trying to convey that he felt the same way, afraid that words would destroy the mood. “Can we stay like this for a while? Karlach… she taught me to hug and if I’m honest, it’s quite nice with you.”

He gave a small chuckle and nestled his face into her hair breathing in the scents of earth and the subtle hint of water lilies. “Of course we can.” He would never tell her that this was one thing he had needed for so long. Instead, he sat holding her, being held by her, letting himself dream that this was how it would all end for him. No Mystra, no orb, simply a loving embrace.

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“It’s too cold, it’s too dark, everything is dead.” Nana sang to herself as they followed the road to Moonrise Tower. 

“Shut her up, Gale,” Astarion growled.

Gale waved a dismissive hand in his direction. “Not today my good friend. I find it helps the atmosphere feel that touch brighter.”

Upon hearing this Nana’s smile increased as did her volume. “Too many vines, and too many corpses, going to look nice when we win the day!”

As they approached Moonrise Towers they felt the air grow oppressive. Guards were posted at all entry points and the shadow curse that shrouded the area bore down on them with a greater intensity. The party fell quiet as they explored, trying their best to act like they belonged with the forces that patrolled. 

“Oh, I’d prefer if you did.” The drow elf smirked. “I assume he belongs to you.” She turned to Nana, her tone dismissive of Astarions presence.

Nana bristled. Ever since they had started talking to this woman she had felt her jaw clench and her fists ball. “What do you mean? He’s his own person.”

She scoffed in response. “I’m sure he really believes that. How utterly adorable.” 

Nana’s positive demeanour instantly vanished, her face dropping and eyes turning dark and cold. Kill her. 

The drow prepositioned Astarion with a trade. His blood for a rare potion. Nana felt her eye twitch, a remnant of anger long buried stirring. If he doesn’t say no then I’m going to kill her. 

“I gave you my answer.” Astarion snapped as the drow objected to his refusal. 

She turned back to Nana like a child not getting her way. “Can’t you talk some sense into your obstinate charge?”

Nana’s mind went blank as she launched into the rage-filled tirade, her voice growing louder and her body closing in on the vendor. “Are you fucking serious? My charge!? Do you just think you can buy a person and take what you need from them? Like what are you even on about? Oh, I want to be bitten. Is that a sex thing? Is that what this is, where you get off on having complete control over someone?” The drow tried to back up, the table blocking her exit. She ended up pinned, Nana closing in on her and causing her to bend backwards, the point of a dagger nearing her throat. “Let me guess, trying to overcompensate for the fact your mummy didn’t love you enough, figured if you rebelled a little, got a little crush on some vampires then maybe she’d realise you were special enough in some way or hell damaged enough that maybe she’d offer a scrap of validation and attention. Or is it more that right now you’re so weak and pathetic that you think if you get bitten you’ll wake up to be as strong as he is? Because I can tell you right now, even if he wanted to bite you and you got lucky and came back, you’d still be the same pathetic excuse for a drow I’ve ever seen.” 

She felt the warm hand of Gale on her shoulder. “Nana, I think she gets the point.”

Nana felt her cheeks flush with anger. “I should fucking hope so. Fucking parasite.” She reluctantly pulled herself away not noticing the pale face of Astarion staring at her in disbelief.

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As they made their way back to the Last Light Inn Astarion listened as Nana tried to shake the hostility she felt. He could hear her mumbling to herself trying to channel it out. “Idiot woman. How dare she? Should just go back and kill her now. Thinking she could just have a person like that.”

Kill her? Now that we can agree on, darling. 

He watched as Karlach approached her and kept himself back at a reasonable distance. “Mate, you doing okay here?” Karlach snapped her out of the train of thought.

“I’m fine. Just annoyed.”

“I can see that, but if you burnt up like me I’m pretty sure they’d be able to see you from Baldur’s Gate.”

Nana snickered. “Yeah, I just don’t have the patience for people like that. Our bodies are the only thing we ever really have. To think that someone would try to take a person like that. I can’t handle it. She should have listened to him when he said no.”  

“Well, I doubt she’ll be asking anyone to bite her again anytime soon.”

The two continued to speak, Nana’s mood slowly becoming bright, her eyes growing as empty as always. He still didn’t trust her but her actions today, to have someone react so viscerally, and to say the things she did. He began to question his own beliefs about her.  

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 “Operation toothless! Gale, get up! I need your help.”

The day had barely started when Gale was abruptly woken from his sleep. A frantic Nana stood looming over him, her eyes wide, and a grin plastered all over her face. He brushed the loose hair from his eyes and sat up in a dream-filled daze. “Operation? Nana, what time is it?”

“No idea, but I need you to get up.” Her voice was rapid, unfocused. “We’re going to need some cloth, cotton wool, and strawberry jam. Gods, I’ve missed jam. If we put the jam on the cotton it will look like blood and then maybe we can move it around and maybe it will look spooky. He likes spooky, right?”

Gale rubbed at his eyes trying to piece together the ramblings. “He? Nana, what is going on?”

“Operation toothless, Gale! Keep up!” She sat on the floor near the bed and pulled a scroll out of her pack which she turned over and started drawing on. He gasped a little as a small hole was torn in the paper. Please don’t be a scroll we need. “See, first we get the materials then we lure him to a quiet place, then we do the big reveal and he claps and maybe does a little twirl. See here is him twirling.” She held up the paper revealing a mishmash of stickmen with fangs in various positions. “And then after the twirling, we do the hug thing. I don’t think he likes hugs though. Maybe a wave, or a handshake. Maybe a high five. But five of what…and why do they need to be high? How high?”

“Nana.” Gale knelt in front of her, taking her face lightly with his hand. “Please focus. What is going on?”

She took a deep breath and shook him off. “Operation toothless! A plan to make Astarion smile.”

Gale sighed deeply. “And for that you need jam, and what was it, twirling?”

“I won’t twirl, he will.” She held up the scroll again pointing to a stickman standing on one leg. “Look I know it sounds crazy but I figured if he could see what he looks like then maybe he wouldn’t be so angry with me. I can only draw stick men so that won’t be good enough and yeah I could easily transform into him but that’s, well, I can’t do that.” 

“So you’re constructing a doll?”

She nodded enthusiastically.

“Have you thought about just talking to him though? Or hells, just leaving him be?”

“That’s not going to work. It never works. So we go with jam and we build a mini Astarion.” She smiled proudly at her idea. 

“You’re wanting to do all of this, just to make Astarion smile?” Nana nodded eagerly and Gale couldn’t help but feel his lips curl up at her positivity. “But why?”

“Because he deserves better. And I sort of owe him an apology. He’s not so easy to forgive me as you are, not that that’s a bad thing or anything. It just makes things tricky. And I know I could leave him be but it’s not fair that he goes through so much and then doesn’t get anything nice in return.” Her voice quietened down, a stark contrast to the manic energy she had started the day with. “He’s done bad things, but they weren’t all his fault…”

“You would really do all this, even after everything?” She nodded as she pulled some string from her bag, and he gave her a gentle smile. He had wanted to believe that his relationship with her would stay as just a friendship. That the revelation of her past had dampened the longing he had for her but with each moment he spent with her he felt himself falling further. The orb. Remember what you have to do. “Fine, I will help you. But leave out the jam, okay?”

She gave a clap and a squeal and started to grab at the materials in her bag laying them into a set pattern. As time passed he watched as she put together the various parts, eventually creating a small Astarion-shaped doll. She’d ask him for an extra hand every now and again, grabbing at him without hesitation and each time his heart would swell that little more for her. He laughed at the way she poked her tongue out of her mouth as she concentrated on the stitching and his mind kept wandering back to their kiss, her tongue entwined with his. She feels safe with me, could we ever be more than this? The orb, Mystra, who I am…

Not long later she let out a happy yell. “Finished!” She held up a ragdoll, its white string hair flopping loosely over the button-red eyes she had stitched. “Look I put in some little fangs.” She held it forward mimicking it biting. “Nomnomnom! Do you think he will like it?”

Gale took the doll from her and turned it around. He could see her attempts at the detail, a little black ribbon used as an accent on the shirt, the stitches small and neat. It wasn’t the best quality in the world but he could see how much effort and love she had put into the doll. “I’m sure he will love it.”

Nana grinned happily and grabbed the doll back. “Good, I’m going to go and find him.”

Before he could shout for her to wait she had run from the room with the doll in hand. Compose yourself, Gale. You know how this will end otherwise.

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She approached Astarion as he sat at the bar reading. She didn’t hide her steps, not wanting him to feel threatened. “Astarion?”

He didn’t look up at her, instead choosing to flick over another page.

“Ok, that makes this easier.” Her voice sped up trying to get out the words before he could interrupt or leave. “I know you’re angry with me and that’s fine, that's your choice but I wanted to say sorry and I made you something and you don’t have to like it but you seemed sad so I wanted to do it and Gale helped and I wanted to include jam for the blood but he said it wouldn’t be a good idea so I didn’t use the jam but I think it still turned out ok even without the jam. Do you even like jam? Never mind you’re a vampire, you probably don’t have jam very often…” She held out the doll at arm's length. When he still refused to acknowledge her presence she placed it near him on the counter. “Ok, well, this has been nice. Guess I’ll just leave it here then… Enjoy your book.” She walked away happily with the thoughts of another operation complete.

As Astarion heard her leave, he turned his head to see the small doll resting on the counter. Its white hair draped over its face, a small black ribbon hanging loosely over the neck. He could see the small dot stitches she had tried to place on its throat. Was this supposed to be him, he scoffed. He picked up the doll, turning it over. He wanted to be angry at her, at this ridiculous, ugly attempt at a likeness of him, at her attempts to manipulate him further, and yet when he looked at the button eyes he felt the makings of a smile appearing on his face. This is me...

[sirthisisa-wendys]

can i request shinichiro and waka (and others) being …..military…..?? wearing uniforms like Ghost (COD)???

OKAY OKAY I SEE YOU ANON

I SEE YOU

I know very little about call of duty (pew-pew), but I just know Ghost has this deep ass voice and mysterious allure. So I'm gonna do a fluff prompt with how the 1st Gen Black Dragons would be if they were in the military and had a S/O waiting for them back home.

Also yes, military uniforms be schmackin' *chef's kiss*. I wish I could draw them in one... Oh, well.

Watch Your Six: Takeomi Akashi/Keizo Arashi/ Shinichiro Sano/ Wakasa Imaushi x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.4k

tw: nsfw, fluff, angst

masterlist

Takeomi Akashi - The Mail Man

"Mail for you, Akashi!"

"Fuck yeah!" Takeomi rises from his seat at the small cards table, walking over to the officer holding his mail slip between his fingers. Takeomi takes the time in his hands and tears it open, not even glancing at who may have written him the prized item.

"Come on," Keizo encourages Takeomi to sit and read his letter with them, all leaning in to hear his reciting. "We want to hear it all, old man."

"She's telling me about the dog," Takeomi laughs after a while, his face breaking into a smile. "Sounds like she's finally getting the hang of ol' Dega."

"Anything else?" Shin wonders, his eyes wide as Takeomi scans the letter once more.

"Well... she seems to be getting along fine on the base. The other girls are fine. No news is--"

"Good news," they all recite, some sighing and leaning back in their chairs. Takeomi folds the letter back up and looks at his playing cards. For a brief second, he seems to consider the amount of money waiting to be claimed, but then he decides against it.

"I fold," he mutters. Everyone watches as he stands up, holding the letter in his hands as he rises from the table. "Anything you all want to share?"

"Nah," Waka replies. Keizo and Shinichiro echo the same sentiment, and Takeomi wanders off, thoughts of what he wants to write back bouncing around in his mind.

"He always does that," Shin notes.

"If I got letters this often, I would be eager to write back, too," Keizo adds, putting his cards on the table. "Royal flush, motherfuckers. Pay up."

Keizo Arashi - The Calling Card

Keizo stands at the phone station, his arms crossed as he waits for the line to pick up. It's night over where you are, but that doesn't stop him from giving you a ring.

"Hey, baby," you purr on the other line, no doubt rolling out of bed, evidenced by how sleepy you sound. It reminds Keizo of the good days when you would wake him up with a kiss and whisper his name until he cracked an eye open.

"Mrs. Arashi, sorry to disturb you during your sleep."

"No," you giggle. "No, you're not."

"You're right, I'm not," he replies, leaning on the wall. "How is everything going?"

"Everything's fine around here. It's been really normal lately."

"Yeah?" Keizo thinks about all of the ordinary things you could be up to. It'd been only a few months, but he wondered if you'd changed even a little.

"Yeah. How are you doing, love?"

"I'm alright." Keizo scuffs his feet on the concrete floor. "Missing you."

"I miss you, too." There's a brief silence in which Keizo wishes he could say something to reassure you, but he comes up with nothing. "Is Shin still getting those pictures from his girl?" A laugh builds in Keizo's throat, but he tries to stifle it.

"He is," he chuckles. "I've never seen someone more excited on mail day than him. Like a kid in a candy store." You laugh, possibly leaning on your elbow to soften the angle your head is at. He drops his voice low to avoid anyone overhearing. "What are you wearing right now?"

"Wearing?" you question. Then you hum, the sound stirring Keizo's blood. "I'm wearing my usual... one of your t-shirts. No underwear." Keizo stifles a moan by lifting his other hand to his mouth.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Mmhmm. You in your uniform?"

"Sort of," he admits, looking down at his clothes. "I'm sure you're thinking about..."

"Shh..." Keizo hears you shift around in the bed. "Don't want the Commander hearing this, do we?"

"No, ma'am," Keizo responds, smirking. "You're such a good girl."

"I can be even better for you." The words you say next are not fit for anyone but Keizo to hear, each one making him pray his deployment will end sooner rather than later.

Wakasa Imaushi - The Stoic Sniper

"Waka," a voice calls through his headset. "You've got two on your left." Wakasa points his gun to the left, peering through his sights before fingering the trigger.

"Hold." The others patiently wait for him to call the shot. Two figures loom into Waka's sight, and he exhales once, inhales once, then fingers the trigger again. "Hold." Wakasa's mind tries to shift to happier times, less devastating moments in his life, but his training fights every single memory back. Memory is a weakness I can't afford right now.

"Waka..."

Your voice floats to him over the crackling of the comms, and the image of your sweet face claims his mind eye.

"Waka, you're cold." He shivers instinctively, suddenly noticing the biting chill that's crawled over him for hours.

"I know, baby," he whispers to himself, trying to silence your tender voice before it took over his mind and drove him insane. "Be patient."

"Hold."

"Waka?" He flinches at the sound of your voice lifting at the end of his name, your doe eyes turning to him and rendering him useless. "Waka, you need to come inside."

"Not right now."

"Hold."

"Come inside and warm up with me, my love."

"Stop talking to me."

"Hold!" Ghost fingers float over his arms, raising the hair there. Goosebumps flush his skin, but he has to concentrate. No hallucinations, not right now. They would only--

"Take the shot!" Waka's finger pulls down, but seconds before the gun fires, your face flashes before his eyes.

"Waka?" Wakasa startles, his finger instinctively lifting off the trigger.

"Not now!"

"Take the shot, Imaushi!"

"Baby, what are you doing?" Waka wants to wave you away, to spin you out of his head and right into the phone where you were undoubtedly safe, but now it's too late and--

"Imaushi, take the fucking shot!" The gun rattles off right through your visage. And like dust in the wind, you dissipate.

Two thuds echo in the valley, and Wakasa gets up, takes off his tactical headset and balaclava, then stomps over to the water barrel and sticks his head in it. He screams as loud as he can before resurfacing and heading toward the barracks, only one thing on his mind.

"I'm taking my phone call now."

Shinichiro Sano - The Portrait Pocketer

Shinichiro lays under the sheets with his flashlight, eyeing the polaroid you'd sent with a devious grin. His hand snakes down to his pants as he imagines you coming out of the photo and wrapping your arms around his neck. You'd kiss him leisurely, slowly, savoring every second of his touches in case you'd never feel them again.

For Shin, it meant that each time might be the last time. So he'd better make it count.

He can practically feel your hot mouth roaming over his neck and leaving hickies that would last for days. Shin gasps, trying to hold the sounds in his chest, but his cock hardens so much that he can't possibly wait to pleasure himself.

He imagines your hips smacking against his while you ride him, your beautiful hands on his knees. If he closes his eyes really tight, he can even feel your cunt slip over his cock and down to his balls, drenching his dick in your slick. The sound comes to him, too, like popping and moans and...

Shin's fingers work quickly over his cock.

The shy man remembers the way your mouth feels and how much he enjoyed watching you gasp for air before going back down on him. Trails of spit would connect his dick to your lips, and you'd struggle for air but - ever the trooper - go back down on him without complaining. Shin recalls fucking your throat as you hung over the edge of the bed, an experience he looked forward to enjoying once more.

That's what he'd do.

As Shin cums in short bursts of pleasure, the plan manifests in his mind. He'd walk in the door, drop his bags, kiss you like you'd never been kissed before, then clamp a hand on your pussy while walking you back to the bedroom. The door would shut, clothes would come off, and he'd fuck your face before doing his due diligence and eating you out for as long as you wanted. Once all that was said and done, he'd sink his cock into your sopping wet cunt with that lustful look in his eye and fuck you seventy ways to Sunday.

In the morning, after Shin wakes with a start and cleans up all of the photos he'd fallen asleep with, he turns to Takeomi and mutters,

"I can't wait to go back home."

"Oh, hell yeah," Takeomi replies, sighing deeply. "You and me both."

[strawberryfairi]

“I loved you then…back when I knew you”

Synopsis: 💎 When your old high school best friend, and admittedly, first love randomly shows up at your door one morning after a bit over ten years apart, your memories of him that you once locked away comes flooding back. Are you open to hearing him out after all this time? (In other words…will you take your man back or nah?)

♕Pairings: Kazutora X Black Fem Reader 🤎 (ANYONE CAN READ)🛑Content: 18+ Eventual smut, Some grief, Some angst ~Crossposted On: Wattpad ONLY ~Updating WEEKLY

w.c. 3.4k💠 Released March 29, 2024

NOTE🧚🏾‍♀️: Omg finally y'all we made it to the present!!!! This chapter is literally what started the entire idea of this story so I'm so excited! Also just a pre-warning/disclaimer THERE WILL BE MOMENTS OF SMUT FROM THE PRESENT ON! But of course...I'll have chapter warnings so never fear.

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CHAPTER 10; THE PRESENT

The Present Recap

"Hi, I-

Whatever sentence you had come up with in your head instantly evaporated. You stood completely frozen, heart racing. The door was only open just a bit, but you immediately recognized the face in front of you.

He stood there, eyes wide, lips slightly parted just like you. You blinked rapidly as nine thousand different emotions and thoughts coursed through you.

"Hey, it's-...it's been a while." His tone was so soft, so cautious.

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"-it's been a while."

You stand there, your mind still trying to determine if this was really who you thought it was standing in front of you. The big, honey brown eyes, the tattoo, the earring, even the voice all was nearly the same.

"It's..been a while?" You question, your brows raised as if you genuinely heard him wrong. Instantly, his eyes avert downwards, feeling too nervous and honestly ashamed to hold your gaze. He didn't want to admit it to himself but part of him saw this coming. It was beyond foolish to think you'd just jump into his arms with a wide smile as if nothing happened; as if no time had passed.

"You disappear for a literal decade and some months, then you just randomly show up at my door talkin' 'bout "it's been a while"?!" You spoke in a bewildered and slow tone, your right hand resting against the door while the other animatedly helped you express your feelings. Mind-blown couldn't even begin to cover the way you were feeling inside right now.

It's not like you weren't relieved or even a little bit happy to see him, it's the way he just decides to casually pull up on you out of nowhere that's the problem. Not only that, it's also the pitiful, puppy-dog look of complete hope and nervousness on his face that's slightly pissing you off for reasons you can't really explain.

"I know, I-I didn't wanna be away from you for this long, but-

"Oh, you didn't want to be away this long?! If you didn't wanna be away you simply would not have left, like, I'm confused." You cut him off, whole attitude skyrocketing by the second.

"It wasn't by choice! I never woulda left you on purpose!" He spoke desperately, grabbing onto your free hand. Your eyes widened, looking down at his hand holding yours like a ghost was touching you. It sure felt like it given the current situation. "It wasn't by choice?! You literally came to me and said you wouldn't see me again!" You argue.

He sighed deeply, instantly taking note of your reaction, letting your hand go and looking into your eyes with the most sincerest expression he could muster. "Look, I'm sorry I messed up back then, I really am! I know you're still pissed at me, but I want you to know I genuinely miss you." His eyes searched yours desperately, trying to capture even the faintest hint of happiness to see him. He was getting worried, scared that you wouldn't forgive him, or even at least hear him out.

His words immediately had an affect on you, utterly shocking you that he's being so open and honest. You clenched your jaw, feeling more annoyed that he was getting to you as he always would just like back then. It'd be a lie to say you weren't glad he missed you just as you had missed him all this time. "Get your stupid ass in here." Your voice shook with emotion as you grabbed a fistful of his olive colored shirt, pulling him into your apartment. His eyes widened as he stumbled inside rather ungracefully. A wide smile instantly spread across his face, taking it as a sign of great progress that you allowed him to come into your place.

"I-..there's so much I've been wanting to tell-

"Hush up with all that, now you listen here", You glare sternly, cutting him off with a finger to his chest. "I'm very, very upset with you. How you just gon' show up at my home like this outta nowhere?! You left for ten whole years-I'm still not even understanding how you found my apartment! I ain't get no explanation, nobody told me nothin'! It was like days, then months, then years! I had to just go on like, 'oh ok, he doesn't care about me anymore, we must really not be friends anymore'." You ranted, starting to tear up a bit. Kazutora stood there with a broken expression, trying to gather his own words so he could finally explain himself. "You have every right to be upset with me; I messed up big time. I was young and dumb, I just-...I ended up getting myself into some deep shit, but I want you to know you've been on my mind for the past ten years. That's why I came to find you!"

You stayed quiet, your expression softening just the tiniest bit at his words. Kazutora took it as a good sign to continue. "You never deserved how I treated you, and you definitely didn't deserve for me to leave without any explanation. You were the only friend I ever needed; honestly."

You shook your head, your expression going right back to how it was previously. He'd rubbed you the wrong way again.

"You didn't act like I was the only friend you needed! The night before you disappeared you just hit me with the whole 'I might not see you again' thing, and I really thought maybe you'd come back, or text, or something, but I deadass did not see you again!" You ranted, brows furrowing while you frown, taking a step back from him. Kazutora frowned, the memories of that night flashing through his mind. He made the biggest mistake of his life that night, deciding to walk away from you and go through with that fight against Toman.

"You're right. I-..I was just-...I should've stayed with you! None of this would've happened if I'd just stayed with you, but I couldn't. I got myself too deep in this situation with a rival gang at the time, and ended up hurting you. I just really didn't want you to know about it 'cause I was scared you'd hate me, and then leave me for real." His tone lowered by the end, eyes looking to the side vulnerably.

"Kazutora..." You trailed off, facepalming with an exasperated sigh. He was scared you'd leave him?! You were probably the only person that was ever truly down for him back then!

He sighed defeatedly. "I know. You probably think I'm messed up, but you gotta believe me, I really do miss you. I wanna make up for everything." He pleaded, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

"I don't think you're messed up, I think you're a fool, as per usual." You grumbled yet your tone was slightly playful, raising a brow as you pursed your lips at him before continuing. "You know, I'd always think about you. Even in college when I was in a whole new world, you still made your way into my head." You admitted, looking away from him shyly. His eyes widened, heart warming at the fact that you still bothered to think of him. "You really still thought about me; all this time? I figured you moved on by now and forgot all about me."

"Don't get me twisted, I wanted to. I wanted to forget you 'cause I was so mad and hurt that you left me, but I really couldn't, just like right now. I wanna be pissed and maybe even slap you right now, but I can't 'cause I care about you." You explain softly, looking at him with mixed emotions. "I care about you, too! I've thought about you every day and night! That's why I came back for you, to make things right between you and me." His tone was soft and sincere, grabbing both your hands in his as he stepped closer to you.

"Please don't back away..." He added, looking down at you with sparkling, puppy-like eyes. "Are you really trynna be cute right now?!" You question slightly shocked, narrowing your eyes halfheartedly. Even though you still had your guard up, you didn't bother to pull away from him this time. "I mean..." He lets out a nervous chuckle, not really sure how to respond. "So, you really thought about me..day and night?" Raising a brow you looked at him skeptically, warming up to him just a tad more.

"Yeah, I swear! When I ended up going to prison...I decided once I got out I'd come find you. It took me a while because, I'm not gonna lie I was terrified to face you, but I'm here now. All I wanted to do was make up for how I acted towards you back then; I wanted you to realize I never once forgot about you."

"Mmhmm." You pursed your lips, trying not to come across as moved as you really felt by that. "I know you won't forgive me right away, probably, but I just needed to see you. I want to show you I can still be a good friend to you. Uhh, so...do you mind if I stay here for a bit today? Just so we can catch up? It took a lot for me to come here. You can keep being mad at me later, ok?" He pleaded, giving you the sweetest, most charming smile he could muster. You knew you weren't strong enough to make him leave, honestly you really didn't want him to.

"Ok...fine." You nod, tone soft. "Let's sit on the couch for now." You add, gesturing to the living room. Kazutora followed behind you, discreetly checking out your apartment before he sat next to you, making sure to maintain a distance that wouldn't annoy you. He figured he'd been playing his cards pretty well for now, he just had to keep it going then maybe you'll be more warmed up to him, and maybe you'll wanna be friends again. "So, you were in jail this entire time? Do I...wanna know why?" You question cautiously, looking at him with a worry-filled expression. His face fell, a mixture of shame and discomfort. "No, but...you probably deserve to know." He sighed.

"What happened?" You murmur softly, turning to face him on the couch now. Your heart started racing just a bit out of anxiousness to hear his side of this story. Ten years is a long time, so obviously this wasn't just any old crime. "Well the day after our.."fight" we had, Valhalla got into a brawl with this other gang called Toman. I used to be a part of Toman a really long time ago, but some things went down so I left. To make a long story short, I-..I ended up killing one of Toman's members; one of my best friends."

Your brows furrowed, looking at him in full out concern. The silence was loud and hovered heavily in the room. Kazutora casted his gaze downward at his hands folded in his lap, too ashamed to really look at you anymore. He never wanted you to actually know about why he was gone all this time, but he knew you had to know. If he was going to be friends with you again he knew he had to be fully open and honest with you, unlike last time. "I-...I really don't know what to say, I mean, it definitely explains why you were gone. Did someone force you to do it? Was the fight that bad?" You questioned cautiously. You weren't sure if asking about those things would be too painful for him. "No, no one forced me." He muttered, eyes still downcast. That was all he had to say for you to understand.

"Are you scared of me now?" He frowns, his tone completely defeated as he turns his head slightly towards you. "I-..I mean, I'm not sure. It seems like you regret it and don't want to do something like that again. Is that true?" You question, leaning over to try and meet his gaze. "Yes, I'd never do anything like that again, honestly. It was a huge mistake and I regret it to this day. Most importantly, I'd never hurt you, ever." Finally he met your eyes, looking at you with a serious, highly sincere expression.

"There goes the Kazi I know. I know you wouldn't hurt me, I just wanted to hear you say it." You smiled softly, placing your left hand over his folded hands. A small gasp escaped his lips, shocked that you remembered that nickname for him from way back, and even more shocked that he's actually hearing you say it now. "I should probably tell you now that I'd forgiven you a long time ago. I don't hate you, and I'm not holding any kind of grudge against you. It was just a lot of emotions over the years that came to the surface after seeing you all of a sudden." You explain. "And...I've missed you; a lot." Your voice shook, eyes quickly build up with tears and slightly blurring your vision.

Kazutora doesn't even bother to say anything, and without hesitation he wraps his arms around you in a deeply affectionate hug. Instantly, you wrap your arms around him, reciprocating the same level of emotion. His head fell on your left shoulder while he squeezed you, trying to get as close as possible. This is the first hug he's experienced in years, the last one he received being from you as well. It didn't even feel real having his arms around you, as this was something he'd only ever been able to dream of. It was real now, and your embrace was even more comforting than before, even more special.

"Can you please say that again?" He asks desperately in a quiet voice. "I really missed you, K." You repeat with a warm smile. He felt you lean your head against his as you spoke, making his heart strings pull in his chest. Small, hot tear droplets were falling from his eyes before he even realized it. "I missed you so much too. I don't wanna be away from you again." He murmured into your shoulder, slightly muffled by your top, but you still understood perfectly.

"Noo, don't cry, you're gonna make it worse!" You whined, nuzzling your head into him as your own tears began spilling down your cheeks. Your right hand lifted to gently stroke his hair, trying to calm him down so you could regain your own composure. It seemed you were only making it worse though, as his body lightly shook in your arms.

"Ok..." You murmured, feeling him rest his full weight onto you, pushing you backwards on the couch and into a laying position. The memories were invading your mind while in this nostalgic position. A few times he'd come to your place solely for you to comfort him just like this when he was upset about something, running your hands through his hair until he'd fall asleep on top of you in this same way. You briefly took your hand away from his hair just to wipe your own eyes, finally calming yourself, before going right back to soothing him.

"'M sorry." He mumbled, rather cutely in your opinion. "You're alright, K." You smile softly. "But look at this, your hair is so long now! I just noticed." You change topics, trying to get him calm. "Mhm." He nodded weakly with a little sniffle, making you chuckle lightly. He's still just a big baby, exactly like back then. "I like it, a lot, and you still have your blonde highlights." You add, continuing to stroke his hair gently. "Mhmm." Kazutora sighed blissfully, relaxing more onto your chest, no longer shaking from crying. Your voice was so soothing and soft, something he still loves to hear to this day. You've always been the only person to get him so calm and tranquil when he's upset. The only person that could soothe him to sleep.

"By the way, you're way heavier than before, K. Lowkey strugglin' down here." You let out a strained chuckle, tapping the crown of his head. He let out a little disappointed groan, clearly not wanting to move from his comfortable spot, but he gets up nonetheless. Hesitantly he pulls himself away from you, lingering just a little as your hands slide off of his head.

"I was actually just in the middle of making tea and stuff, do you want anything?" You offer, standing from the couch while gesturing towards the kitchen. Kazutora knew it would sound cheesy if he said it out loud, but he didn't want anything except you in this current moment. Nonetheless he nods anyways, accepting anything he can get from you in this moment. "You still like tea, K?" You call from the kitchen. "Of course! I like anything you make." He says plainly. Your cheeks heat up a little, feeling a bit caught off guard by that statement. He comes over and joins you in the kitchen, trailing into the room like a lost puppy. He really hasn't changed at all, it's so cute.

"You know what? It's something I wanna show you after we have breakfast!" You beam, remembering something from a long time ago. You were sure he'd remember too once he sees it.

💎

With an excited smile, you lead Kazutora to your bedroom by his hand. It took everything for his heart not to burst out of his chest at the way this looked. You were still, to this day, the only girl whose bedroom he's ever set foot in. "Ok, here's my room! I'm really proud of the design." You beam, just as you opened the door. It was a girls room that's for sure, and cute just like you. The room was luxurious looking though it wasn't an enormous space. Crystal bedside lamps in a warm light sat elegantly on either side of the queen sized bed. Instead of a TV, you had a projector that shined a white light against the wall opposite of the bed. Speaking of the bed, instead of facing forward you had it to the side.

He already knew why, you love beds being against the wall so you had something to put all your pillows against. It was just more cozy to you than both sides leading to the floor, and after he'd spent so much time lying with you, he understood why you loved it so much. The walls were a neutral champagne color, the furniture being used for the accent color. Vibrant pink which was different from before. Your favorite color was blue back then, he figured it must have changed over time. "You just gon' keep standin' there? Come inside!" You chuckle, pulling on his hand and bringing him over to your bed. "Wait here, I gotta get it from the other room." You say, speeding out of the room and out of sight. Kazutora truly felt like he was dreaming. He was really here, sitting on your bed, in your apartment.

"Ok, I'm back!" You pop your head in with a goofy smile.

"That was fast." He chuckles.

"Look what I got!" You jump into the room, holding out that stuffed bunny he won you all those years ago. Kazutora's jaw drops, looking between you and the bunny in shock.

"You-...you still have that?!" His tone is quiet as he speaks.

"Mmhmm! I ended up naming her Mimi!" You beam, snuggling your face into it as you rejoin him on the bed. "I remember...how happy I was that night." You add in a soft voice, looking down at your bunny as you fiddle around with it's frilly red dress. Kazutora's heart skips at your words. Something about the way you said that made him wonder which parts of that night made you most happy. "I was happy that night too."

"Remember we went on that one rollercoaster together? I couldn't believe you'd never been on one before that." You chuckle lightly, finally making eye contact with him. Ohhh yes, that was one crazy ride. Neither of you realized it was the kind that stops right at the top, dangling all the passengers before finally dropping down the tall slope. "Yeaaah! That was so much fun! And those characters that'd chase us around the park; I remember that too!" He beamed, a wide smile on his face.

"I think...my favorite part of that night was when we all went to the haunted house. Remember that?" You murmur cautiously, your eyes fixated on his face to see his reaction. His face breaks out into a deep blush, eyes slightly widening as he recalls what happened specifically in the haunted house. He swallows nervously. "Uhh, I-I remember." He stutters cutely. You giggle lightly to yourself. That was just the response you were hoping for.

"Good. I would've been mad if you didn't." You joke, nudging his side playfully.

"I haven't forgotten a single memory with you..." He admits, his tone much softer than he intended.

[zooophagous]

Strauss sat at the edge of his bed with his hands folded and stared off into space in a deep pensive mood. This was risky. If he were caught, he might not get shot- but the fallout for theft would most assuredly be miserable. What's more, it would destroy any good will he managed to foster between himself and Frau Harker. Not to mention, destroying any future visits to the library. No. He would have to do this in a fluid, deliberate motion and not get caught. Getting caught was not an option. Suffering the banality of beaurocratic discipline was almost worse than physical torture.

At least a tazer only hurt while it was stuck to you. Pulling off the actual robbery would be the easy part. It was the distraction that proved to be the biggest hurdle. He was sure Troy would play along, sure, if he asked him nicely. He had absolutely no way, however, to repay such a kindness. Worse than that- no guarantee that Troy would remain lucid and safe. Asking him to do this was a risk- a physical safety risk.

On the other hand, he had been improving his lucidity in his altered state. And the team was well practiced in containing him when his hold on reality slipped. If anyone could do this safely, it was the security team here, and so far their track record at containment had been excellent. The very name 'Van Helsing' was synonymous with the capture of beasts like these. And besides, they'd taken down Strauss himself before. Twice. Perhaps underestimating them against Troy was foolishness.

Or maybe that's just what he wanted to believe, because he needed this to happen. He slapped his hands on his knees and hopped up and wandered into the game room. Troy was watching tv, flicking through selections of scary movies, looking for one about werewolves. Strauss entered quietly and folded himself onto the couch. "Guten abend, Troy. Anything on?"

"Nah. Nothing good. Werewolf movies these days all suck." He sighed. "You think vampires have it bad in cinema? Nobody even bothers with werewolves at all. And you can forget us ending up with the love interest. We don't even have any gay werewolves either. At least you guys have Lestat."

Strauss smirked. "I am sorry to hear that. It is true, there are woefully few decent options that portray your kind in a favorable light. Even fewer than there are for vampires. I also believe, it is a terrible pity that when our kind meet on the screen, we also always seem to be at odds. I do not believe it is proper for a vampire and a lycanthrope to go to war. We are stronger together. We can rely on one another, confide, we are brothers in arms." He shrugged, and tilted his head, and splayed his hands in a palms-up gesture.

Troy looked at him sideways and narrowed his eyes. "Are you... trying to butter me up right now?"

"I need a favor, Herr Cunningham." Strauss replied in a harsh whisper, low enough that perhaps no security devices could pick up. "I desperately need an item from the library, an item that Frau Harker cannot know I am taking. Security has eyes on it, so I need a distraction."

"Woah woah woah, back up. You want to steal something from the library? What is it you're stealing, exactly?"

"Please keep your voice down. And I cannot tell you what it is, not yet. Just that it is very important. You're the only one who can distract an entire security team easily, I only need a few minutes."

"Wait, hang on, you need to distract the entire team? Strauss, are you asking for a fuckin' WEREWOLF transformation so you can steal some shit from the library?!"

"That is precisely what I am asking for." His eyes glinted with wild excitement.

"Look, if you can't even tell me why you need it you can forget it dude. You know you're asking for a lot here."

"Troy please, I just... ugh." He dragged an exasperated claw down his face. "Alright. I'll tell you part of it. I need to take my file from the records and see what's in it. I'm afraid if I ask for it, I will get a redacted version without truthfulness. I wish to see the whole thing. The other part of it is also a record, but I cannot say for whom. I have sworn myself to secrecy, but please understand, it is for that party's own safety, and potentially the safety of the Institute." He grabbed Troy's hand and held it.

"Please. I ask you this in the interest of getting accurate information, without inadvertantly bringing harm onto anyone else. I came to you because you already hold some very dire secrets very well."

"You mean like how bad you have the hots for Artemis?"

"Shut up about that. Yes. Anyways... what say you? I understand this is an incredible favor to ask of you. I am prepared to promise repayment in any way I can. Think about it. A vampire must be useful in some way, yes?"

Troy looked down at his own hand, clasped fitfully in Strauss' claw. "You're really gonna make me do this, aren't you?" He sighed. "Look, man. I don't even know HOW to initiate a shift on purpose. Last time I did it, it was medically induced. And when I'm like that, I don't know how useful I can even be. I won't know what I'm doing."

"Yes, but last time you knew it was coming, you were much more in control. I believe you will be even more in control if you induce the shift on your own. Think of it as an experiment, under the supervision of a doctor." He grinned slyly, showing off his fangs.

"God dammit, fine. Fine! If it means that much to you, fine. One problem Dr. Acula, I don't know where to start."

"Please do not call me that. As far as where to start, perhaps I can help. When I perform my own transformation, it requires intense focus. You must stretch your extremities to the point where it hurts, and then stretch further than that. You find your body begins to shift to reach its goals. But you must concentrate."

"Concentrate. Concentrate." Troy opened and clenched his hands. He bit his lip, and furrowed his brow, and curled his hands into tight fists. His body heaved, his diaphram ached, he fell to his knees and arched his back- willing his body to morph, to change, to bend to his will. His stomach burned with reflux.

"Urgh... Humph...."

"Yes?"

"Aughhh. I got nothing." He huffed, out of breath, and sat on the floor. "Sorry bud. Gave it the ol' college try."

"Oh for God's sake." Strauss rubbed his temples. "Here. Let me help you. Do it. Like. This."

He grabbed his friend's face in both hands and stared deeply into his eyes. The power of vampiric suggestion was difficult to wield on a human being, but Troy being both trusting and caught off guard, instantly came under the vampire's sway. Strauss would owe him an apology for this. And more beyond that.

"Now. Access every nerve in your body. Think about flexing each muscle individually. Think of the shape of the wolf around you and reach your fingertips into his claws. Put your eyes behind his eyes. Focus on the rip of skin, the flow of blood."

Strauss could hear the steady thrum of Troy's heartbeat in his chest. It was getting faster. Harder. Too fast, actually. He looked sick. Before he could call the whole thing off, his friend's eyes went from hazel to black as his pupils grew wide, and when he blinked, there was the telltale yellow glint of the tapetum lucidem glowing behind them. Strauss dropped his hold and stepped back.

Troy grunted, and fell to his hands and knees with his back arched like a Halloween cat. He gripped the floor, and left deep claw marks in the linoleum. Success. A thick smell of sweat and of blood filled the room as the poor lycanthrope's body began to break and remake.

Hair flowed down his arms like water as his flushed, irritated skin disappeared beneath a heavy coat of fur. He peeled off his shirt and threw it aside. Blood dribbled from his lips as his teeth clicked into newer and sharper shapes in his pounding skull.

He had begun to scream, but the sound was choked out as his torso constricted and writhed under the pressure of transformation. When he got his breath back it was in heavy gasps. He staggered to his feet and coughed to clear blood and spittle from his newly reformed airways. Strauss sat pressed against the back of the couch, shrinking away from the beast that now stood over him. "Herr Cunningham? give me a thumbs up if you understand me."

Troy turned on the vampire with a reverberating growl. He took an aggressive step forward, but paused, and slowly raised on hand with his thumb up, freshly tipped with a sharp new claw. Strauss grinned. "Run away from security, not toward, see if you can purchase me a few minutes."

He made his way to the wall by the fire extinguisher, flicked open the plastic 'in case of emergency' guard over the red button, then slammed it. Instantly the room was bathed in red light and sirens blared to life. Show time.

Strauss ran down the hall like a bat out of Hell. Security was charging the opposite direction, towards the game room. "Hurry. He's heading for the commissary. He's out of control." He said darkly to Ursula as she rushed past with her tranq gun at the ready.

Down the hall, Troy fell down into a playful posture and wagged his tail, before bolting down the hall. The wolf couldn't speak, but he was still saying "catch me if you can." The sounds of Ursula frantically yelling at Mr. Cunningham to PLEASE listen to her died in the hall behind him as Strauss continued his dash for the library. First stop was Ursula's office to steal the keys. His running slowed down as he tried to sort the cumbersome key ring and jog at the same time. He found it by the time he reached the door.

The library swung open before him and he made his way to the records cabinets in long, purposeful strides. He yanked on the drawer- locked. No time to play with keys. He grabbed the handle and with a firm yank the lock snapped and the drawer squealed out of its nook. No matter. By the time anyone realized the lock was broken he'd be long gone.

His own file was procured first, and then Sylvain's file... but there were two of them for her? A "patient" file, and an "employment" one. Interesting. He took both and kicked the drawer shut. He got an idea, and ran to a shelf and stole another volume off of it, as a cover. The library door was shut hard and locked. He dumped the keys back in Ursula's office and shoved the goods into his waistband and pulled his shirt over them. It was hard to hide any lumps on his skinny frame, but maybe his chronically oversized clothes could conceal a bit while he slunk back to his room.

He'd done it. If he had a heartbeat, it would have been racing. He snuck back into the dorms quietly. There was muttering and complaining but no roaring or thrashing to be heard- they must have darted him. Damn, didn't last so long as he hoped. He made it to his own room and opened the door very carefully so as not to make noise, then shut it behind him. No matter how careful one was with the door, it always let out a hard pneumatic "click" as the latch took. Well, maybe nobody heard that. He yanked his materials out of his pants and stowed them under his mattress, and under his pillow. He sat down on his bed and let out a deep sigh of relief.

Heavy footsteps clicked down the hall. He sat bolt upright. Someone was coming. The steps got louder and louder towards his door. It swung open. Ursula glowered into his room. "Excuse me? Where the Hell were you? an unexpected lycanthropy event is all hands on deck."

"I wasn't aware I was considered a 'hand', Frau Harker."

"You know what I mean. You saw it happening and instead of staying with your friend, you call for back up and just... what. Leave? You're one of the only people here who can handle him when he's like that but you left him for security? You know we had to dart him, right? You've been darted before. You know it's painful."

"Yes, apologies. I ah... I do not know what came over me. I must have panicked."

She stared hard at him. "What do you have under your pillow?"

He froze like a deer in headlights. "My pillow?"

"What do you have?" She marched forward. He threw himself over the pillow with his hands up.

"Nein, Frau Harker, nein, bitte."

She shoved him aside and yanked the contraband from its hiding spot. She produced a heavy, leather bound book, clearly stolen from the library. "Now, what is it you've STOLEN when my back was turned? I should have known better than to trust you in that library. As soon as I'm distracted you get a wild notion to go steal..." She held the book close to her face to read the print, and began to go pink.

"Thurgood's Illustrated Guide to the Erotic Vampire?"

Strauss hung his head in shame and looked at the floor. Ursula dropped the volume back on the bed in disgust. "Nevermind. Don't get it dirty and bring it back when you're... UGH, when you're 'done' with it. You pervert." She muttered angrily and stepped out of the room blushing furiously.

Strauss dragged his hand down his face in exasperation. An embarrassing ruse, but very effective. He'd take it. He lifted up his mattress and picked up the files, the true treasures of this labor, and set them on the bed. Now one just had to decide where to begin.

[bf-skz]

24 to 25 days of SKZMAS | December 13th - Jisung

pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

genre: mutual pining

synopsis: Jisung and his crush work desk by desk at the marketing department of JY Publishing. Jisung is completely unaware of the mutual attraction but seems like only these two are oblivious to the sparks between them. They migth need a Christmas miracle to realize their romance is not hopeless after all.

warnings: light cursing, slow burn

words: 1782

13th day of SKZMAS

December 13th

“And then he barely managed to get to the trashcan before, you know- bloe.” Jisung wraps up the story, barely breathing as he is trying to speak through his giggles.

“No way!” you giggle as you dig into the box of chips to taste test it for the party. “That’s disgusting! I love it.” 

The two of you have been taking every opportunity to sneak away from work, saying that you are needed at the organizing committee. Jisung is definitely the better actor of you two, getting your supervisor to even thank you for the hard work. Everyone seems to be super excited for the party, and Jisung is certain it will turn out great. Even if he is not taking on many responsibilities. The only thing he volunteered for is the taste-testing of snacks and beverages.

“Give this one a 4/10.” he says, tossing the bag of cinnamon biscuits to the side. You are sitting in the stationary storage on the 3rd floor, the one no one ever uses because it's way too far from everything. “It’s not what people expect from this party. It has to be banging.”

“Candy canes are always a good choice.” you suggest, giving him a sample. “I always put them in hot chocolate and it's heavenly!”

“Oh, your taste is impeccable.” Jisung raises his brow and nods elegantly at you. And so is mine, he thinks as he watches you scrunch up your nose at his silliness. “But we don’t have time to try hot chocolate today. We have like 5 bottles of wine to go through.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” you coo taking out two Christmas mugs that you stole from the kitchen and probably belong to Felix. “I came prepared, baby.” you smirk and the petname as it rolls off your tongue so effortlessly.

“Oh fuck, careful with the names.” Jisung blurts out a nervous chuckle, blushing to the tip of his ears. “If you'd said that two glasses of wine later…”

“Then what?” you scoff. “You would have kissed me?” you ask, not sure where that split second of confidence came from. “Just kidding!” you squeal and busy yourself with the wine bottle. How does this damned thing open?!

“You will have to see, I guess.” Jisung grins as he takes the bottle from you, opening it easily before handing it back. “I have to say, you make me feel like a real man here.” he jokes and leans back against the wall where you sit side by side to watch you pour your drinks.

“Well, aren't you one, big boy?” you coo playfully, handing him a mug of wine. “Cheers!” you clink them together before downing half of it. You will need that if Jisung keeps flirting like that. At least you could blame the alcohol for the blush.

“You are playing a dangerous game, babe.” he mumbles on the rim of his mug and he watches you as he mimics you, gulping down the wine without thinking. “Shit, this one sucks.” he blurts out a chuckle and wipes his lips on the back of his hand.

“Yeah, way too dry.” you say, tasting the awful aroma it left in your mouth. “Next one?” you ask, immediately handing the bottle to Jisung. “So, do you have a date for Christmas?” you question out of curiosity but not sure whether you are quite ready for the answer.

“Oh, me? Nah, I didn't really- look for anything. Anyone. I assume you meant a person…” he trails off, looking down at the wine in his hands, contemplating. Then, he opens it and holds it out to you. “What about you?”

“I was waiting for someone to ask me but nothing happened.” you say pointedly as he fills up your mug. “I guess I just read the signs all wrong.”

“That always sucks.” Jisung hums because isn't that just really funny? The same thing is happening to him. “But I'm a certified dumbass, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised when that happens to me. Like, two years ago I would've sworn you were into me.” he grins at you, completely oblivious as he pours himself some wine.

“Haha, yeah? What made you think that?” you asks back with a nervous laugh. Your palms are sweating. Fuck, how long has he known?

“Ahh, I dunno, people don't really care about me much, but you've been really cool since the first day I got here.” Jisung says with a shrug and a stupid little whipped smile. “But hey, don't worry, now I know you are just generally really nice to people. And I am probably not even your type or anything. You're probably into tall guys, like everyone I know.” he says, shrugging as if he said c'est la vie. That's Italian for It is what it is.

“I’m not.” you shake your head. “But I agree, I also thought you might have a crush on me.” you tell him gently. “I know that it's been all in my head now though and you are also just extremely nice and outgoing.” you shrug. “Besides, you probably already have someone. I mean why wouldn't you? You would be an amazing boyfriend. Your partner must be really happy to have you.” 

“Oh, I don't- gosh, what are you saying?!” Jisung giggles, hiding his hot cheeks behind his hands and mug. “I don't have anyone, I'm still waiting for, uhm…” he mumbles, giving you a glance. “Someone to ask me out. Since I'm a coward and can't do it myself.” he says, giving you the finger guns.

“Who is it?” you ask curiously. “Is it someone from the office?” you gush, ready for rejection. Maybe this way you could finally move on.

“H-how about we don't talk about it!” Jisung giggles like a teenage girl and he lifts his mug. “Let's, uh, drink this and maybe, uhm, let's play a game!”

“What game?” you reluctantly give in to him, just like always.

“Let's play tru- no, dare or dare!” Jisung corrects himself right away before you could ask him for answers. He thinks he is super smart… but he is visibly getting more and more drunk.

“Okay. Who goes first?” you hum, sitting atop a stack of boxes in the storage where all the food is safely kept for the party.

“You should dare me.” Jisung says and fakes his usual confidence. He takes another sip of his wine. Sweet.

“Um… putting me on the spot like that.” you huff, playing with your hair. “Alright, I dare you to text Felix that you are ruining the Christmas party. A written confession if you will.” 

“Oh, man, he's gonna be so pissed.” Jisung sighs, pulling his phone out already. He cannot just deny doing a dare. You might start asking questions again, and he cannot let that happen.

“I know.” you grin thriumpantly really feeling the alcohol getting to your head. “Do me then.”

“Oka- wait, you cannot dare me twice!” Jisung says with a giggle. “My turn!” he exclaims, completely unaware of the blush spreading on your cheeks. “Hmm… I dare you to take that hoodie off!”

“What?” you whine. “You just want to steal it, don't you!” you gasp dramatically, hugging the hoodie close to your chest.

“Nooooo, I just want to see you without it!” Jisung pouts, poking you in the side. “But now that you mention it, you always smell so nice. I could totally steal it.”

“Over my dead body!” you smack his arm but sure you take it off. You end up putting it on your lap. Jisung would surely not steal it off you this way. “Okay… what do I do with you?" you hum and you see how his eyes scan your body now, feeling exposed. “Make eye contact with me.”

“Fuck, you're hot.” Jisung blurts out before his head shoots up to make eye contact with you. “I mean- I already knew that, hehe.” he says but the way you look at him makes him blush. He cannot tear his eyes away.

You are taken aback by Jisung’s sudden outburst. Your whole body heats up under his gaze and your breathing hitches as your eyes dart down on his full lips. “Um… thank you, you are very hot as well.”

“Am I? Nah, you don't mean that.” he giggles nervously, and fuck, he wants to touch you. He wants to hold your hand and push you against the wall and kiss you stupid…

“I do mean it. Stop saying that.” you scold him but your voice is barely above a whisper. “Or I shut you up.”

“You- uh.” Jisung gulps, and he has to lean on his hands before he loses his balance. He, coincidentally, grabs your thigh, just above your knee. “You- know what I said about this being a dangerous game.” he whispers, kneading your muscles a little. You're making him lose his mind.

“You are dangerous.” you sigh, pushing your leg into his touch. His face is only inches from yours and your eyes draw shut once you feel his hot breath on your lips. Holy shit, Jisung is finally going to kiss me!!!

But just before your dream could come true, the storage rooms door swings open and you turn to face a shocked Jeongin.

“Oh sh- sorry!” he says and he is about to leave when he looks at the door to double check. “What are you doing in the storage room?”

“Nothing!” Jisung says, jolting back as if he was struck by lightning and he bumps his head on the shelf. “Nothing at all! We, uhm- what are you doing here?! This room is obviously taken!”

“I’m working.” Jeongin scoffs. “The printer is out of paper.” he explains.

“Here!” you shriek, throwing the stack of printing paper at him while hiding your body with your hoodie.

“Thanks.” he whimpers at the force. “You should get back to work too. Mr Kim was looking for you.” he adds as a last word before stepping out.

You are left in the dark room as the door slowly closes behind Jeongin and Jisung's heart is beating fast.

“Uhm- should we, like, go back?” he asks, suddenly unsure and there is almost a meter between the two of you now.

“Um, yeah, probably we should.” you agree, flustered and suddenly nervous. You quickly put your hoodie on and walk out, your legs still shaking from the scene just a little ago. It left you wondering, whether Jisung would have kissed you if you weren't so rudely interrupted. You might never get an answer to that but you just can't help but stay curious…

to be continued...

[royalreef]

@biteyourcrush​ replied to your post:

"Honestly? Maybe... that's a good thing for me. Maybe I could do with a little less slaying in my life- not like what I've been doing up to this point was helpful to anyone." 

Of course, there were things she *could* still absolutely slay the shit out of (invasive dungeon species, actual threats to the people she cared about, a few notable dads)- but the near omnicidal way of thinking she had gotten drilled into her before? Nah- no way she could go back to that.

      “Oh!!” Ah fuck, the timelines were crossing again. At least it’s helpfully sidestepped that her prior statement was a joke, prodding at some other Aaravi in some other place confined by some other rules, trying to derive rage for nothing other than Miranda’s enjoyment — though, the shift does give this Miranda some vertigo. That’s quite a feat, considering the lack of any innate sense of balance. She’ll deal with the versions-of-herself collision later, a much different topic has cropped up.

      ....... And, quite honestly? This is... not bad news, either. Miranda’s fins flit up to attention and stay that way, some flicker of blue light pulsing on Miranda’s face and staying there. Eyes catch on Aaravi, her Aaravi, her ul’kiha, beloved and dear, and stay there. It’s not upset. That’s clear, from the moment it begins, that she is not upset and that is not upset that is sitting on her face.

      She... She would not say she’s excited? That word doesn’t feel right, it implies something that does not sit correctly in Miranda’s stomach and which she cannot swallow. Not elated either, but... something else. Something other. A pleasant wash of something, something warm and tinted bright as it shines towards implication, towards suggestion, towards the future and all that lies within it. The name denies her, darts between her fingers as she reaches for it, fickle and fine and perhaps even nameless entirely. Maybe this is a feeling that cannot be passed from one to the other in language, maybe it is something that can only been seen and felt for yourself. Maybe it is something that she has to arrive at, rather than merely being led, some secret place hidden in the annuals of time and of life that only some can stumble across.

       She leans forward, nudges her head against Aaravi’s. Nuzzling into her feels right, the path strange and unfamiliar, but her gut tells her that she should touch Aaravi now, to hold her so that she can feel the touch of someone else’s body, to know that she is not alone and that Miranda is there, with her. That Miranda intends to stay with her, to let her in, to follow her outside and wherever she will go. That she can promise, in the touch of her hands at Aaravi’s side, pulling her close, that Miranda will not leave her where loneliness can get in.

       “I.... I think it could be a good thing. I think you’re right.” Miranda does not address the implication that sits there, that waits for them, though Aaravi can surely see it between Miranda’s words anyhow. The suggestion that Miranda too is offering something to this conversation. That there is something of her own that, she thinks, she could leave behind, and not go back to, something that was hers and had haunted her from the moment she came screaming into the world, marked in blood that wasn’t hers. Something too, that had felt its blades dull and its teeth rot and fall, something that Miranda less and less felt compelled to return to, that offered her no solace and no refuge, that no longer even had compulsion and anger and fear and retaliation to feed off of. 

       There are several words that end in -cide, after all, and one of them Miranda walked up onto the land holding hands with. If Aaravi could let go of one, then so too could Miranda let go of hers. 

      She had other hands to hold, and hands which needed to hug Aaravi close, and she could not be distracted from such an essential goal.

         “I would not mind that. Not at all. It... It might be a good thing for me as well.”

[murdercapitxl]

you’re not gonna tell me where we’re going ? // for paul

Morbid Curiosity II Accepting

"And ruin the mystery, dude?" He sounded scandalised - releasing a loud laugh - as they weaved their way across the boardwalk, passing by large crowds of tourists. It was difficult to be heard over the excited chatter and booming music coming from nearby speakers, but Paul was loud enough. His words were often shouted than spoken -- rising in volume whenever he was around Marko. They seemed to have a competition over who could break the sound barrier first, much to the annoyance of anyone around them. But they paid no mind to what people thought of them; they were having too much fun to care. And now they had somebody else to share the mischief with. "Nah!" He added with a wide smile, casually slinging his arm around Mapplethorpe's shoulders as they continued their stride. The vampire was on a mission. "But first -- a quick pitstop for supplies." Slim fingers ruffled the back of blond curls playfully, before releasing his hold on the other male as they entered a rather cluttered clothing shop. It was an instant explosion of colour inside; a real hippy paradise. But the garbs were far from his mind.

Rapping his knuckles against the counter covered in beaded bracelet stands, he exchanged pleasantries with the person behind it. He was a regular here, but nothing stopped him from laying the charm on thick; anything to get a discount. And it worked, receiving more grams for less as he pocketed the green goods with a grateful wink. In the midst of conversation, his attention was briefly caught by a selection of various snacks lined up underneath the counter. Distracting them was easy enough - they looked sky high - as he rambled on about absolute nonsense, all whilst discretely stuffing a few packets into his large blazer pockets. Once he was satisfied with his plunder, Paul ended the conversation with a joked remark that this stuff wasn't going to smoke itself so he needed to skedaddle. They had no idea what happened as they laughed and lazily waved them off.

"Onwards and upwards, my man." The vampire snorted out a laugh as they navigated the boardwalk once more, gradually taking a more secluded route. Nobody came this way. Bordering on the outskirts, he brought Mapplethorpe to an overgrown path that lead towards a large stretch of metal gates. There was a gap in one of them where Paul had previously pulled the railings apart - completely ignoring the red PRIVATE PROPERTY sign - and this is where they slipped through. Up ahead, an industrial ladder appeared that seemed to carry on forever into the night sky, but it was their means of access to the platform above. "Follow me," he spoke excitedly, taking the first rung to start climbing, glancing down every now and again to make sure the other male was still behind him. As they reached the top, it became clear where they were by the large gaudy advertisement plastered onto a gigantic billboard overlooking Santa Carla. They could see everything up here.

"I like to chill up here sometimes," Paul explained, plonking himself down on the edge of the platform to dangle his legs, motioning for Mapplethorpe to join him. It was a long way down. He proceeded to pull out his purchase, rolling up for both of them. The stolen snacks were piled up between them to share. "Yeah, I can see all this when flyin', but this is so much better, y'know? Give me some of this-" he held up his own spliff with a grin, before lighting it. "-and I'm one happy guy."

[punkscowardschampions]

Casey & Janis Pt.1

Casey: [Has just woken up clearly because that tracks if you’re planning to work tonight for the first time in an age]

Casey: Afternoon

Janis: Alright, dosser

Casey: get it in while you can, like

Janis: 😏

Janis: You excited to not be climbing the walls no more then?

Casey: not been all bad, was alright when you’re about to chuck up against them walls

Janis: Come on, my aim has always been better than that

Casey: if you say so, mate

Janis: oi, to say nothing about my ability to hold it which gets better every customer who wants to book in at 8.00

Casey: less said about that the better, yeah

Janis: gotta pay the landlord’s bills somehow, ain’t we

Casey: they’re a pisstake, won’t be keeping my mouth shut on that one

Janis: yeah, wouldn’t exactly be devastated if we were trashing this dump some more

Casey: hang on to that thought, my love

Janis: it’s more interesting than whatever the girls are 💬

Casey: be me gutted if it weren’t

Janis: alright so the competition is non-existent

Janis: had to leave you sleeping this morning though 🥺

Casey: you don’t ever have to, no competition there neither

Janis: what sort of dickhead if I didn’t let you catch up on your sleep properly?

Casey: what sort am I if you reckon I need it or owt else more than you

Janis: One of us has to behave for the both of us, it’s basically the rules

Casey: the rule is you behave for me how I want, last I heard

Janis: I already missed you, that was just mean

Casey: come here and stop missing me then

Janis: right now

Casey: I’ll give you the count of 10, so you can’t call us mean again how I can tell you wanna

Janis: I wanna call you a lot of things, mean might be one of ‘em

Casey: right now’s your chance, before half the lasses out in this town are chatting away in my ear

Janis: you ain’t missed it?

Casey: only the tips that come with it

Janis: talkings all you have to do now, all you better do

Casey: got a family to feed instead of an ego, don’t worry

Janis: I’m not worried

Janis: I want you to like it better than your last job though

Casey: I’ll be grand, as they say at every job round here

Janis: you could do it in your sleep

Janis: I’ll just miss you in mine

Casey: I ain’t the sort of dickhead who won’t keep you from yours

Casey: stay up with me

Janis: yeah?

Janis: you’ll have to keep me entertained because I can’t rely on getting wasted to make anyone else there interesting

Casey: you don’t need to bother about the state of nobody else, off the clock, you

Casey: even if some twat slips and falls and ends up doing their back in

Janis: You’re the one that’ll be distracted

Casey: I could do it blindfolded an’ all if that’s how you fancy distracting us

Janis: nah, you better see me in my dresses before I’m too big for ‘em

Casey: ‘cause the idea of you being out of them is such a shame, is it?

Janis: wait and 👀 what you reckon

Casey: there’s no need to wait to reckon I’ll be fuming or gutted when that day comes

Janis: I’m fuming I still have more clients to see before I can leave here

Casey: let on to the first how fuming you are and the rest might piss off

Casey: unlikely they’ve all of them the same kink

Janis: s’all fun and games ‘til they can’t kick the ball no more 💔

Casey: can’t kick it as is without a lie down in front of the ref

Janis: 🏆 winning dramatics

Casey: I could top it easy if you don’t leave

Janis: your 🥺 is something else

Casey: [send her a pic where you and Chubby are both doing it together side by side]

Janis: that’s no fair

Janis: baby

Casey: what’s no fair is how much us lads miss you girls

Janis: we definitely miss you more

Casey: I’ll show you you don’t

Janis: it’s not possible, soz

Janis: good thing I don’t need to listen to anyone here ‘cos nothings registering 

Casey: come home and I’ll prove the impossible for you

Janis: you gonna earn ALL the tips tonight, yeah?

Casey: I’m cutting your earnings short, be rude if I didn’t

Janis: fuck it, I can reschedule

Casey: this is an emergency, they’d get it if you said

Janis: if they’re lucky, they might at least get a fraction of it

Casey: and of your attention if you reschedule, depending when for

Janis: no one but you gets more than that these days

Casey: it’s mutual, don’t matter how this new job goes

Janis: be more than a bit pathetic if I was worried otherwise

Janis: they weren’t competition when you were actually fucking them

Casey: you can remind as many as you feel you have to

Janis: you wish, boy

Casey: yeah

Janis: don’t worry, it’ll be clear how unavailable you are

Casey: long as it’s clear I’ll not be worried

Janis: plenty of ways I can make it without getting you into trouble

Casey: and as many ways you can get us into trouble without it getting us the sack

Janis: sounds like a challenge

Janis: how could I possibly refuse

Casey: I’d have to reckon on one of the footballers throwing a strop and having your phone off you if you did do

Casey: or Gracie which bears thinking about even less

Janis: I wouldn’t back either in a fight, personally

Casey: I’d not back our chances of having another kid if your sister tried to crack on to me, I’d never get turned on again, like

Janis: don’t break my heart like that

Casey: just as well you can take her easy as

Janis: would have to if she wants to make childlessness a twin thing

Casey: she’s too late, unlucky for her

Janis: true but

Janis: more

Casey: I’ve said you can have all the babies you want

Janis: how many do you want?

Casey: depends, here in this minute, enough for a football team to do the dickheads keeping you away from me out of a job

Janis: might be the best thing you’ve ever said 😍

Casey: told you I missed you more

Janis: but I’m rescheduling as we speak so you don’t have to miss me

Casey: alright, I love you more then

Janis: but I love you so much, you’re the only person I think about

Casey: I dreamt about how much I love you, must be mutual too

Janis: I knew you looked extra fucking adorable before I left

Casey: but you still weren’t gonna wake me, how out of order’s that

Janis: how do you know I didn’t try

Janis: maybe you weren’t dreaming

Casey: fuck

Casey: you’ve got me there, girl

Janis: you look real innocent when you’re sleeping, would be bad of me 

Casey: I’ll only pretend I am and you’ll only be pretend bad

Janis: your body reacts the same way

Casey: it would if I were dead, I love you that much

Janis: you’re never allowed to do that

Casey: not til we’ve both had enough of being in our 100s, we’ll go together or we ain’t going

Janis: that’s a promise

Casey: I’ll never leave you, nothing can make me

Janis: I’m so happy with you, it still don’t feel like it can be real

Casey: when I’ve had decades I still won’t be able to get my head round you being mine

Janis: not even when we’re 100 with 100 babies, I know

Casey: I didn’t know I could feel like this, it don’t feel like it’s allowed

Janis: life is meant to be hard and shit, how everyone acts

Casey: it was, but I dunno how you reckon I’ve done my time with all that yet, should be pushing 100 before I’m owed even a fraction of any of this, and if I weren’t a proper cocky bastard I’d be saying nah on none of it happening

Janis: ‘cos we want it and that’s gotta be a good enough reason 

Janis: already been the most selfish we could be, no sense stopping now, is there

Casey: if there is sense I ain’t gonna point it out

Janis: I’m not looking for it

Casey: I’m on the lookout for your car and you getting the fuck out of it, nowt else

Janis: Good

Janis: I can’t keep count and drive towards you

Casey: I’ve already lost it

Janis: why I like you

Casey: I can’t give you my whys of liking you when you’re driving

Janis: rude way of calling me a shit driver 😱

Casey: you’re a lass, I’d have a job liking you if you wasn’t but it does put you at a disadvantage as far as driving, can’t get away from that

Janis: 😏 sorry we can only pretend you need to teach me

Casey: when the babybrain kicks in I’ll have to teach you all sorts, you heard, biding my time over here

Janis: I’ll remind you how to count to 10 in the meantime

Casey: tah but I’d rather we both forgot with the other reminders that could be being chucked about

Janis: Only so fast I can drive whilst keeping your baby safe, remind me of why you don’t need to be patient then

Casey: Maybe I do but what I don’t need to be is stressed about her safety, you’d never put her at risk, it ain’t the sort of mummy you are, me and her both know it

Janis: you trust me

Casey: with her life

Janis: and we’re your favourite girls in the world

Casey: yeah, means loads more to me than my own, hers and yours

Janis: yours means just as much to us so you’re safe too

Casey: I feel safer here than anywhere else I’ve ever lived

Janis: that’s all that matters to me

Casey: but that don’t mean this is it, I’ll get you a house with a decent garden for her and the dog to get dead good at football in

Janis: I know

Janis: I just want you, I’d have stayed in the hotel forever if I had to

Casey: there’s no just, you can have me and them things, I’ll be a manager in a bit like I said

Janis: ‘course you will, you’ve done this job for years now

Casey: it’s ‘cause of you, reckoning I can

Janis: ‘cos you can

Janis: and you deserve everything you want, ‘cos I say so

Casey: you’ve always said, and thought, I were more than anybody else did

Janis: some people ain’t seen further than their own problems yet

Casey: it kept me going when there was fuck all else to go after, I won’t forget it even though now there is

Janis: there might be too much to thank you for whilst driving

Casey: might be loads of versions of you to end up loving in a 100 years but she were still first

Janis: making me emotional to see if my hormones are fucking me up yet

Casey: mine are, have a word with her, only the first day of work I ain’t off to bloody war, fuck’s sake

Janis: [a video of her telling this baby to cut it out adorably]

Casey: you will come though, won’t you

Casey: seriously

Janis: try and stop me

Casey: no, I don’t wanna even pretend stop you

Janis: then you’ll have to think about helping me get ready

Casey: you’ll have to get ready for what thinking about that is gonna have me do to you the sec you get in this door

Janis: I’ll do my best 😇

Casey: better behaved than her, you

Janis: can’t be demoted before you even see her

Casey: least saying that we’re both ready for her 🥺 to fuck us up

Janis: you’re going to be right there with me, I can handle it all

Casey: you might be demoted a 🤏 when I take her to work with me

Janis: how, under your shirt

Casey: my club, I can do what I like

Janis: 😣

Casey: what’s that face for

Janis: you demoting me

Casey: fuck that, I’ll carry you both round

Janis: you already do, won’t be much bigger even when she’s out

Casey: there you go then, you can keep on and be my favourite an’ all

Janis: fuck sleep, I need you more

Casey: you can’t be touching up footballers anyway, soon as she’s out there’s her sister to put in, you’re well busy

Janis: You’ve got my maternity leave to get it done, should be easy as

Casey: Won’t be for lack of trying if I don’t

Janis: unless you think I’m really gross after

Casey: what fucked up babybrain have I got, you’re the fittest girl in the world, you always have been

Janis: keep thinking that, you’re not allowed to change your mind

Casey: she’s not gonna make me, she only wants to get out of there, she already knows she ain’t allowed to piss about while she’s doing it or we’ll fall out

Janis: She’d not dare disobey 

Casey: she’s better off being my little mate

Janis: you’re a good mate to have, I can let her know

Casey: getting on your bad side isn’t how she wants to go about starting nothing neither

Janis: she’s stuck with me, may as well be my mate too

Casey: nah, she’ll be chuffed to bits to have you, the dog’s not shut up since I said you was on your way

Janis: going to have to let me get in the door before you show me what you’ve gotta do to me then

Casey: I can’t, he’ll have to be a good boy instead of me

Janis: it’s okay, it’s good when you know I need it

Casey: I’ve got you fully trained at least

Janis: I should be mad at you for how turned on that makes me

Casey: why be fuming when you can get even

Janis: I don’t play for a draw

Casey: go on then, win, I’ll let you

Janis: 😡

Casey: you’re too cute

Janis: you’re mean

Casey: I’m sorry, baby

Janis: I can tell when you don’t mean it

Casey: You’ll be able to tell I do when I get on my knees on the drive

Janis: [better get driving so you can show up girl]

Casey: [he literally will do it, we all know, there’s no shame, keep Chubby in this gaff please he doesn’t need to be involved in y’all’s extra antics, deffo has sent her a very distracting pic or two while she is driving as well tho]

Janis: [so glad you left work early so there’s not a crowd of people to see you, just walking over to you like do I believe you hmm but we’re too heart eyes at the sight of you really]

Casey: [excuse us if there was because he’d still be unrepentantly kissing her stomach from this position, soz he simply must, as well as lowkey dragging her down with him so he can make out with her as if he hasn’t seen her in a thousand years]

Janis: [we all know y’all don’t care and we shall be making out with you as hard because always miss you ‘where have you been?’ like you don’t know because the audacity of having to leave each other]

Casey: [doing a forehead touch obvs like right here whilst also positioning the rest of his body so that it couldn’t be touching her more in every possible way like also right here because with you all the time and am never gonna leave you]

Janis: [give him a little loving headbutt because always right there, hugging him in the way you’re very much pushing your stomach at him even though the bump would still be non-existent]

Casey: [hugging her back so hard because always and he would’ve not been able to until really recently cos only just healed like we said, and it turns into picking her up cos he meant what he said about not wanting to share her with Chubby for a minute so continuing the makeout against this car would turn into putting her in it, ofc, a car hookup was their first time, it’s undeniably going to happen right now feelings are high today with him going back to work and y’all knowing you’ll have to see a bit less of each other]

Janis: [ahh to be basically free of those damn injuries again, the blessing that feels like for both of you but especially you boy, the car hookup is essential rn because you’re both highly in your feelings about everything and the fact things are actually happening for y’all, slowly but surely]

Casey: [mhmm, the joys of being able to be fully feral and throw her around again when he wants, god bless, and my boo is so right, I’m so happy for y’all, you deserve this rn and you deserve all the things that are beginning to happen, soz Libi is gonna fuck up this living situation for you but it won’t break y’all and it will help peeps realise she is not okay about literally anything atm so, it’s the start of the messy Libi era, everyone buckle up and for now most of all enjoy being happy af while you still can]

Janis: [we know you’ve been living laughing loving here and will continue to even though this is gonna be drama llamas thanks to these children lmao]

Casey: [they can’t be tamed rn and I love it for them, fuck the haters, but thank god you are so in your feelings atm and thus this hookup cannot last forever and you’re probably kissing almost constantly or every neighbour you have would be joining the ranks of said haters with how hard you’re going at it in this car on this day]

Janis: [about to not be your neighbours but you don’t know that yet, at least you got in the car, a casual step up from some previous feral behaviour lol]

Casey: [lol lol, proud of you lads, do those feral antics and then carry her into this house, boy cos Chubby has missed her too that isn’t a lie, will be kissing her the entire way but it shall be softer and less !!! dramatic]

Janis: [always proud of you for doing the bare minimum to not give the whole neighbourhood a show lol, giving this dog some attention but can’t not be kissing this boy so we keep patting you wrong so you’ll be grumping soz lil man but we’ve missed this boy and we’ll inevitably miss him when he’s working as well as us ‘I missed you’ again we must let you know between kisses]

Casey: [when you likewise cannot give Chubby the attention he wants and deserves, soz hun, but he is simply too distracted taking off some of her work clothes and kissing all the skin he uncovers as a missed you too and will miss you gal, but do eventually tear yourself away from this task long enough that you can get this dog the kind of treat that takes ages to chew so he’ll be happy and busy while you carry this gal to y’all’s bed- cos I assume you’re in a tiny shit flat rn so it wouldn’t be far, if not use the sofa, it matters not- and you can then more fully devote yourself to removing the rest of her clothes and kissing her more, as always special attention to the boobs because it’s feasible they could have grown slightly already and we all know he’d be as OBSESSED by this as he was from the second he first noticed it, obvs he could be doing that FOREVER but excuse you sir he won’t cos he’s gotta notice all that jizz from the car hookup, which neither of them has recovered from remotely yet, running down her leg from y’all moving immediately and therefore he simply must use his tongue to collect it and once he has use that tongue and his fingers to fuck it back into her as deep as he physically can as if he’s trying to get her preggo here and now, really though y’all are just in a feral mood]

Janis: [I’m sure you’ve got a nice comfy bed to run and take this treat to because priorities, you’ll be in more of a stable routine and lifestyle now, sir, even with this rude and impromptu move, it’ll be for the better in the end; meanwhile in the here and now we’re just thinking we’re DYING at this boob attention and then you hit us with this move and we are truly feral, good thing you aren’t ready for your job yet because your hair is getting fucked up and whatever top you’re wearing needs to be pulled off before we rip it off instead]

Casey: [all I want for Chubby is a stable and happy home life, thank you, so glad JC are thriving atm, but this is why your landlord CLEARLY hates y’all even before these out of control party shenanigans because constantly feral, like he literally woke up and started talking to her to get in this mood and insist she came home ASAP lol, and he couldn’t be doing more to make her scream the place down here and now or be less soz about it, p.s unrelated but it makes me laugh, what does Grace think is EVER happening rn with you and your working hours and thus life hun, it really amuses me how confused she’d be]

Janis: [mhmm, this person is looking for an excuse honestly and we can’t blame them but can’t help but love y’all, it gave parallel to icecubegate day so no way we were not coming home, and that’s the entire pretty carefree mood of the moment because your clients are your clients like there isn’t crossover with Grace or anyone else who may work there so as much as you’ll be dying to work it out, we’re not telling you nothing girl lmao; we’ll just be here acting like he can impregnate us still and saying the most about how much we want that]

Casey: [above the pub will be a much better fit for y’all in this era cos it’s noisy and y’all can get away with all these antics more whereas this flat has gotta be too small and too surrounded by neighbours you can piss off as well as the landlord, soz not soz they are a nightmare cos they are too in love and in a bubble to give any fucks, like rn he’s likewise 1000% with her on that, keeping her still and positioning her in the cliche way peeps do as if that means she’ll deffo get pregnant from this, doing the hottest and slowest count to 10 ever amongst everything else he’s doing with his mouth]

Janis: [it’s not the mood ‘cos your neighbours are probably as crazy if that’s the kind of area and you don’t wanna be getting in fights on the daily, that’s not how this new life is meant to be; gotta put all your effort into keeping this girl still because that is the last thing our body wants to do right now, fully looking down at you like 🥺]

Casey: [god bless the iconic bruises she’s gonna have to be hitting this clerb with, shall have to dress accordingly gal cos yeah he isn’t holding back from accomplishing that task at all, could not be happier his injuries are healed truly and he can do the MOST again which of course includes pausing to say her name like ILY with all the !! and eye contact when she’s making that face and he’s got to 10]

Janis: [hitting you with an ‘I-’ because we are overwhelmed in all the ways and how can we possibly convey that with words, just trying to get it across with how hard we are attempting to hold this position despite all the obstacles to this]

Casey: [doing the slowest nod as he then has a lil pause to breathe on her v dramatically cos it’s the shit they do like as if they are both taking a sec here and that isn’t also overwhelmingly hot ‘you’re here’ as if that was what she was gonna say, cos both buzzing about it ‘home’ as the most important * ever]

Janis: [‘you’re here’ and tapping our head because always and whenever we’re not physically with you we’re constantly thinking about you and moments like this, still maintaining ridiculous eye contact even though we’re the reddest ever]

Casey: [I don’t make the rules, he’s obviously moving whilst still keeping her basically pinned where she is with his body so he can kiss her forehead and temples in the most indecent way as soon as she says that, lowkey accidentally on purpose eating her hair on that second move, no notes]

Janis: [when you can freely contort yourself into these positions without fear of hurting him now so we absolutely are because who doesn’t love an opportunity to show off how flexible they are, not this girl, running our fingers through your hair and helping hold our position by pulling on your hair so it’s pretty rough]

Casey: [never gonna be mad about how genuinely flexible she is cos lots of gals think they are but they’re actually not and especially not to this level cos they not putting in the work like that, he loves to see it and is not over it, thus rewarding her with the most !! kiss as if his jaw wouldn’t be about to fall off over here from all the feral behaviour]

Janis: [just doing gymnastics on this bed as if it’s necessary because it’s the kink lol, making the most of being upside down essentially by really going for this kiss because his tongue would be halfway down your throat without having to make any special effort and we love to be unable to breathe or do anything that isn’t swap bodily fluids with you]

Casey: [we all know it’s her fave so ofc he’ll be holding her throat too so it’s even harder for her to breathe and equally so he can feel all that, the usual lol]

Janis: [always living our best life being unhinged like you haven’t done this before nor will you ever get the chance again, still riding that vibe even though you know it’s no longer true unless something goes very very wrong, gotta be lowkey stuffing our hair into your mouth like there you go, your turn to not breathe]

Casey: [in no world is he not gonna be choking more than he really would be for the absolute vibe and hotness of it in y’all’s opinion, making her hair all gross with spit and borderline vom nbd, thank god you’ll both have time to shower before you hit the clerb cos imagine]

Janis: [can’t be coming in looking like you’ve already done your tactical sick honey, you came back early, we got all the time in the world to be so hearteyes about being truly gross together, ‘tis your love language]

Casey: [mhmm and he’s got all the time in the world to be throwing her around this bed by her throat cos another fave and there’s no way he won’t be initiating another hookup by now and therefore needing to get her into whatever position y’all settle on for the deepest penetration ever to continue with those getting her pregnant vibes]

Janis: [you’re gonna have to do a mini passout together like not a full snooze because we can’t be late but tis the only way we’re ending this because we could just go forever with these vibes]

Casey: [agreed and y’all can’t be going on forever like this actually cos you have places to be, wake them up from this lil doze Chubby by being adorable, if you get him first by licking his face or something he can go run a bath for her, or start running the shower if that’s all this crappy flat has given you, because always]

Janis: [give this dog some proper attention whilst this boy is busy doing that because you did not and he’s offended clearly lol, shout through ‘do I need to walk him?’]

Casey: [come through to see Chubby being a mr steal your gal as soon as he gets some attention though lol and you can playfight him away like oi she is mine, cos they are both silly big baby boy nerds ‘before you put your fittest dress on’ like don’t be wasting the good ootn on a dog walk or be getting kidnapped cos you’ll look so kidnappable ‘but not yet’ cos soz not letting you go rn hun even though he has not done it cos just woke up as we know, emphasising this by picking her up and chucking her over his shoulder to run into the bathroom as if she was gonna leave otherwise, making Chubby zoom and be even sillier chasing y’all]

Janis: [‘weren’t planning to do it in heels’ as we are shaking our head affectionately at your antics with this pup, just helping Chubby on the sly before being kidnapped by you and shouting to Chubby for help lollollol]

Casey: [Chubby being an absolute hero and trying to save her, oh we love him so much, I like to think this evil boy has already fully thrown her into the bath or shower though so then this dog gets in too and is soaked and all that hilarity ensues cos y’all really are living your best life and I need all that domestic cute happiness]

Janis: [the tsunami that chunky king would cause, the entire house is gonna be soaked when he shakes it off but we’re just loling and unconcerned because adorable]

Casey: [no fucks given, despite chasing him with a towel it’s only to play with him more tbh cos likewise just loling and being v happy as you all should be, haters be damned]

Janis: [get your shower on girl, you have a mess to clean]

Casey: [and you get in with her sir when you’ve quite finishing winding this puppy up]

Janis: [just a look like oh so you’ve finished ignoring me, as if he’s been gone ages here]

Casey: [fully wrapping his arms around her in an unnecessarily extra and daddy manner to pull her close to him as if they wouldn’t be anyway cos there’s only so much space in this shower with his own look like I’m soz I didn’t catch yours what did you say even though he did and knows full well what you’re saying with it]

Janis: [just holding it however we have to manoeuvre within this hold like you heard me, ‘washing’ a new bruises/bite/scratch mark we just gave you like it’s nbd and we’re not saying loads with this too]

Casey: [keeping things mutual as per by doing the same with the new bruises he just gave her by pinning her in place for an age, it goes without saying he’s pressing down hard enough when he’s washing her to make them even more dramatic, of course he is]

Janis: [conversely being very gentle over a lovebite you accidentally gave him in the standard neck area because thinking about him making a good first impression, not that I think anyone would lose their shit over a barman having a hickie but we’re thinking about it]

Casey: [taking her hand and holding/playing with as gently if not even more so cos he gets what she’s thinking about and why but it’s okay and he do need her to know that without having to say so]

Janis: [whilst still being v gentle, come at him with a face wash vibe so you can just be staring at him but he has to close his eyes so he doesn’t get soap in them lol]

Casey: [smiling so big, not because it tickles but because he’s that happy and has been this entire time y’all have been living here vibing]

Janis: [smiling to the point even though your eyes are closed I know you can feel it, also covering your face in kisses which is a mistake because you’ve not rinsed the soap off so you now have to dramatically spit that and look offended like he did it on purpose]

Casey: [can feel it so risks opening his eyes to sneak a look at her and sees her doing this dramatic spit and obvs finds it really hot actually, we all know who he is, so doing his own very faux offended LOOK like excuse you, before he’s doing the most, stroking her tongue, spitting water into her mouth etc etc all the kind of feral things you don’t have to be doing but just wanna]

Janis: [‘your fault’ so sincerely as we’re biting our lip to make it bleed like the taste is preferable but clearly you just wanna/need to]

Casey: [‘I’ll take the blame then’ as he takes her lip into his mouth and sucks the blood off it cos duh]

Janis: [shake our head and thus our lip to make it bleed some more for you ‘make me sound as bad as you like’ however ridiculous that sounds with our bottom lip between your teeth, like you can tell all your coworkers I’m a nightmare if you gotta lol]

Casey: [shaking his own head immediately ‘too good, you’ as if these co-workers are gonna know and call him a liar lol and it’s not just that she always behaves exactly as he wants her to at all times]

Janis: [‘must be your type’ like only good for you, which, true]

Casey: [a nod cos it is true lol, her poor lip just getting pulled about left right and centre here nbd]

Janis: [the appreciative sounds you’ll get in return though letting you know we’re not mad]

Casey: [doing his own appreciative sounds in reaction to hers because he’s that sort of bear ‘go on, what do you want us to tell ‘em?’ cos the complete freedom of peeps who don’t actually know you and she can just be his gf and whatever they want without all the drama attached and we all know he’s been thinking about and looking forward to it since he found out he got this job]

Janis: [when the freedom is so real and you can’t even fathom being able to make up a story that’s entirely your own choosing so your pause is dramatically long as you’re going through everything you could say or want to ‘they’ll just need to know they’re going to see me a lot’ like let ‘em know I will be showing up to see you often]

Casey: [letting her have that moment while he has his own cos it’d feel realer now than ever with how close this new job looms and obvs he has all the feelings about it ‘and used to seeing me like this’ as he touches the same accidental lovebite she did earlier, yet another it’s okay and we don’t have to be tamed move]

Janis: [‘you’re mine first’ basically under our breath like you can’t have him that fully, at this job, because we refuse to give up our feral ways when it’s not your business]

Casey: [‘I’m yours no matter what’ they can’t have him, his co-workers or customers, soz not soz, not at all under his breath cos we heard you and we hard agree]

Janis: [squeeze our hand over yours and this lovebite with the firmness needed to say I know without saying the words ‘they won’t need telling I’m yours’ like it’ll be that obvious why I’m in this club]

Casey: [nevertheless giving her a matching lovebite right here and right now while he does the 🤏 with his free hand like they need telling a little bit imo, before then using it to pull her hair and get her even closer somehow during his antics, because always gonna make it even more obvious and he’s simply that !! about the idea of her being at this club with him and them getting to be a proper couple and do proper couple things]

Janis: [‘I want you to talk about me’ because you don’t get to to anyone who’s going to be happy to hear it and this paired with the hair pull and lovebite is making this a !! demand lowkey]

Casey: [‘I want to’ cos he really do, and he really wants to let her know how much by saying it even though it’s obvious af he’s having all the feelings about this and he also wants to give her the bonus of how those 3 words sound when they come out ‘they’ll be sick of hearing us’ like I promise I will talk about you and simply will never shut my mouth on the subject, but there’s the double meaning of hearing y’all being feral too as we all know you will somehow and he wants to put that idea firmly in her head for tonight]

Janis: [‘We’ll see’ ultimate parental vibes lol but obviously that sounds like anything but a no to soften the blow because obviously we’re thinking of the potential of any breaks you get too]

Casey: [Ian, unlike my father, has clearly never been a we’ll see kind of dad a day in his life so that’s deffo the first time you’ve ever heard that boy, hence your hot lol and oh yeah? kind of eyebrow raise and expression like we all know that’s a yes actually]

Janis: [‘you’re going to be very busy’ as we’re doing our washing you whilst massaging your muscles thing like don’t be so sure boy]

Casey: [‘not too busy for you’ cos where’s the lie ever, in any situation, proving his point by washing her hair or something when he could just be enjoying what she’s doing and chilling]

Janis: [‘not gonna complain’ as a contented sigh because it feels nice and we’re not, you could do your job asleep like we can ours]

Casey: [‘nor me’ meaning this job in general now, however shit it may or may not be he’s just genuinely happy to have a new one and not be injured anymore and for them to be living together and living their best lives]

Janis: [‘not getting the [something in this place that needs fixing] fixed, not getting you out of it’ like soz, you are stuck with me, wrapping your whole self around him to illustrate your point]

Casey: [‘asking that nice’s what’ll get [the thing] fixed’ as if she’s only doing it because she really wants her DIY done lol]

Janis: [do your own lol like oh, I see ‘if I was asking you, you’d know about it’ because fuck fixing this landlord’s place for them honey but also we know how to get you to do what we want, of course]

Casey: [‘what are you after then?’ like she’s so demanding there must be something and he simply has no clue what it could possibly be]

Janis: [doing a pout like how dare you and I can’t believe you could ever think that about me, blowing some soap bubbles at you ‘I’m just making sure you look presentable’]

Casey: [all the eye contact ever + taking an age to run his thumb over her pouty bottom lip as if he’s thinking who he could have mixed her up with, doing a smirk as he dodges those soap bubbles cos yet again can’t be overstated how much he’s not over not being injured and being able to move properly, and while he is messing about like that, crouching down so it’s like he’s in baby Jac’s eyeline ‘is it you?’ like she’s the one with a list of diva demands ‘my bad, like, what are you after little girl?’ @ this bub in a soft almost whisper in case it’s a secret]

Janis: [also dodge our faux push at you confusing us with anyone else in this scenario because of course we know what that smirk means but our own expression is pure 😳 up here ‘you know better than I do’ with a shrug like if she needs something she hasn’t told me, pretending we’re v casual about all this]

Casey: [‘you heard her, it’s me who knows best’ with all the daddy energy in the world because always ‘not having you kick off tonight, don’t matter how massively everybody else’s behaving like a dickhead’ not him expressing his new job nerves via this baby, it’s fine]

Janis: [‘your favourite for a reason’ as we’re stroking your hair, looking down at you with love from this POV, like of course she’s going to behave for you ‘nowt to worry about’]

Casey: [kissing her stomach as a kiss for this bub and then a kiss on the top of her head/her hair because they are both his faves and also making it even that he gets some soap in his mouth too even though his was more on purpose and is actually shampoo lol tis still mutual and we love that]

Janis: [getting to wash his mouth out for him which devolves into an intense and deep makeout sesh here in his shower because we have a lot of feelings about you, making it so you’re both sitting on the floor of this shower moment like you were in the driveway before]

Casey: [love a parallel, enjoy your makeout sesh lads, I shan’t ruin your good time by reminding you of your water bill I’ll just be thinking about it silently to myself]

Janis: [oh my boo, love you but that is simply the last thing that would ever be on their minds and we all know it ‘what am I meant to do whilst I wait for you?’ between increasingly frantic kisses, said as if you’ve never been to a club in your life but I get it]

Casey: [‘What am I knowing you’re waiting on me?’ because what could be more distracting that her there looking stunning and him only being able to do or say something about it when he isn’t busy with all the other peeps he couldn’t care less about, hence the kisses getting more and more extra somehow as are the moans and sounds he’s doing rn and knowing he won’t be able to just do whenever]

Janis: [purely reactive sounds to yours because the way you sound is doing something to us ‘I can’t look at you’ as you’re doing your eyes open kissing because got to whilst we can still do more than just look]

Casey: [‘you can’t look away’ like I know you can’t but also you mustn’t despite the fact it’ll probably kill us how much eye contact we’re gonna end up making across this bar, holding her face still in this moment the way he pinned her body in place earlier, just the exact same energy and amount of force]

Janis: [it’s too real and we wouldn’t deny it anyway ‘no one else registers’ pulling your body into ours as hard as we can because need to be as close to you as we can whilst we can]

Casey: [the GASP as he inevitably ends up inside her because it feels like it’s been a thousand years even though it’s literally been no time at all as per, only managing to get out ‘never’ and it barely sounding like a word but had to try so she knows how much nobody else has ever registered or will]

Janis: [the ‘fuck me’ being pushed out of you with this moment here and now but we’re nodding rhythmically and making deliberate eye contact like you know I mean tonight]

Casey: [taking it as an instruction in the here and now as always and being as frantic about it as the kisses were, not all casually throwing her around this shower as much as possible like they were doing on the bed earlier, definitely making sure she ends up with her face pressed against the floor at some point so she can be half drowned, asking her if she wants to get fucked like this for every new position and move to let her know he’s down for everywhere and anywhere tonight despite that being obvious]

Janis: [getting out our ‘yes daddy’ every time despite that getting increasingly more impossible given everything that’s occurring, pushing back against you only so you have to slam us harder into the floor ‘we have to’ said like it truly is something you MUST do]

Casey: [doing a ‘good girl’ every time despite that being as impossible for him because simply gotta when she’s behaving this well ‘we’re doing it’ said in the exact same way because hard agree, however impractical that may actually be he’s as determined ‘tonight and every night you’re with me’ love the stamina, we know you’re never gonna be less feral though so it’s not a promise you’re likely to break]

Janis: [‘every night’ as a * like I’ll come be with you every night because why would I be anywhere else when we can be together ‘I’ll make it so easy for you’ we all know what that means outfitwise like please imagine that now thanks boy]

Casey: [‘forever’ because obvs he wants that exact same thing despite how impractical it is with her day job and the fact she needs sleep and there’ll be a baby soon, he’s not thinking about any of that rn, he’s only thinking about what she just said and somehow managing to fuck her even harder because of it]

Janis: [‘I’ll be so quiet’ whilst you do the total opposite here and now because you actually cannot and will not when you don’t need to]

Casey: [demo-ing all the possible ways he could make her be purely for the fun of it, putting his hand over her mouth, his tongue halfway down her throat etc etc like I’ll be so helpful don’t worry

Janis: [when your hand is over our mouth we’re licking it as indecently as we can ‘til you relent and we can suck every finger individually and then your tongue until we’re gagging so you know exactly how we’re proposing you make us be quiet]

Casey: [v enthusiastic responses in every way as if she was going to be in any doubt here she was giving right answers]

Janis: [just here switching up the position and insisting on blowing you mid hookup because apparently that’s been too long too and we need to, just lying on the floor on our stomach between your legs nbd]

Casey: [never gonna say no to that, will be using the shower to lowkey waterboard her though obvs because always gotta help her choke to death moreso than she already is and will also be playing with her booty in all the ways cos it’s right there in this position how could he not]

Janis: [soz it is all about you right now for us and we gotta let you know with our hearteyes like we’re not out here acting like a demon seeing how far we can take things always, doing the softest bites all over you because a risky business but if anyone would, it’s y’all, obviously you have to kiss and lick his booty too because why would you not show your appreciation with mutual experiences]

Casey: [it’s mutual, adorable hearteyes mixed with the absolute feral urge to take things to their absolute limit, and it goes without saying he was already doing the first one before he started LOSING it over those bites and everything else which would cause him to GO IN on the second, he’ll lose a hand up there in a sec if y’all don’t calm down which you clearly never will lol]

Janis: [just here dragging our teeth over the most sensitive spot over and over because we want you to lose it and fuck the shit out of us lowkey literally lol ‘will you bend me over the bar?’ when you’re using your tongue to instead be penetrating him so you can somewhat get that out coherently if muffled]

Casey: [calling her baby over and over as if that move she’s doing is the softest and gentlest shit anyone has ever done, no notes, giving her the most enthusiastic yes in answer to her question in the form of not being able to be coherent though and just being the loudest and somehow continuing to do the most penetration ever to her despite how hardcore he’s dying rn]

Janis: [just one long continuous moan in response that gets more insane and desperate the more you’re doing and the more we’re thinking about ‘all my holes, all yours’ which is not a full sentences but it cannot be, only illustrating what we mean by adding a finger to the tongue action we’re doing to you, only to then put said finger in your mouth to suck]

Casey: [of course he’s doing it and doing it as dramatically as possible, whilst still doing the most to try and wear her like a glove and dragging her into whatever position necessary with his free hand to be able to touch her foof as much at the same time as though all holes at once was an instruction for rn immediately, it’s all happening in this shower, try not to break it, lads]

Janis: [it’s probably the tiniest shower in the world because of course it is, which makes this even more intense and mental because neither of y’all has room to breathe, never mind adjust once you’ve crammed yourself into whatever position is necessary for this to just keep escalating like it is]

Casey: [mhmm, you’re both too tall to be playing this manic feral game of sexual tetris and something in that shower is definitely getting fucked up but will that stop you, no of course not, nothing will until you both can’t take any more]

Janis: [good thing you did actually get clean before starting this business and will be able to get clean enough with whatever you’ve got left of this shower when you’ve recovered and come ‘round lmao]

Casey: [imagine if they just had to have a normal shower after that as if nothing had happened because they hadn’t done any of it, I’m cackling]

Janis: [this is why y’all go until you pass out because you simply can’t, then you have to koala to each other like clingy children because it’d literally be like a comedown]

Casey: [oh lads you do amuse me, I’d be too exhausted to put a full shift at work in after all that never mind anything else happening while you’re both at the club]

Janis: [good luck, could never be us, the stamina, like my boo said, we’ll just be here in our towel watching you get dressed whilst we attempt to process any of that, as per]

Casey: [god knows what your work outfit is sir but it’s probably not cute, clerbs are so cringe, at least you’ll be able to pick a bomb one out for her when you’re dressed, that’ll be v fun for you both even if you’re gonna have to wait a while before she can put it on cos Chubby does need to be walked by one or both of yous and you will also have to do boring shit like make or order dinner of some sort]

Janis: [we will definitely have to pop out before we put that on it would legit not be safe nor sensible but I’m sure Chubby has gone to sleep whilst you’ve been pissing about so you can help him start something in the kitchen first]

Casey: [it’s fine the anticipation of her finally putting it on is almost as fun as picking the outfit, it all adds to it, and like I said earlier in this convo I need all the domestic cuteness so yes definitely meal prep and cook together in your tiny kitchen and he’ll make drinks for them both like he needs the practice but really he just wants to make her the personalised non-alcoholic drink from before cos all the emotions he has]

Janis: [here in our feelings, don’t mind us, got to hide how genuinely emotional we are by being like ‘just don’t forget alcohol for the people paying’ like we’re giving out handy tips]

Casey: [‘won’t forget to charge for it’ as if he’s gonna make virgin drinks and then get peeps to pay for doubles, don’t mind me emotional because that reminds me of Jimothy’s barista boy antics when he was gonna like give full fat milk to the lactose intolerant peeps, I’m fine, not wrecked by JJ at all]

Janis: [the parallels are not lost on us but trying very hard not to get stuck thinking about that or we will have to go home and be sad and the evening hasn’t even begun so la la la ignore those memories]

Casey: [I’ll just think instead about how in clerbs drinks are so watered down and overpriced sometimes that what he just said isn’t far from the truth so I don’t get sad, also I’m gonna focus on how this boy is such a big nerd he will be playing bops for Chubby, when he inevitably wakes up to be nosey about y’all’s dinner, so he can have his own little club night experience seeing as he isn’t allowed to come with, again this is why your neighbours and landlord hate you, here singing badly and trying to get this dog to join in + dancing with this pup like an absolute fool]

Janis: [when this is something you would automatically go to film because it is amusing and you want to be able to look back on it but that’s also a whole loaded thing so you put your phone down and focus on getting his dog walking gubbins out so you can use this excitement to get him out the door and walked as fast as you’d need to today]

Casey: [when he knows but he’s not going to force you into confronting any of it and bring the mood down drastically, focus on getting your own jobs done sir whether that’s carrying on sorting dinner out or washing up some of the shit or whatever it may be]

Janis: [go on your walk so you can take that second to not spiral here and now, it’s fine]

Casey: [let her cos you know she needs to and you don’t ever need to be Jimothy levels of clingy about anything so]

Janis: [after you’ve been out for a while but are still definitely on your walk]

Janis: You remembered how to make it

Janis: how do you remember them all?

Casey: Just do, if you’re bothered about something you make space for it, I dunno

Janis: yeah

Janis: or there’s room for a big 🧠

Casey: there’s room for drink related bollocks where other dickheads have room for doctor or lawyer related bollocks, more like

Janis: like eithers that hard, condescending attitude and a lot of jargon gets you either letters by your name, like

Casey: it don’t worry us, them dickheads chuck their earnings into my pocket at the end of their work day, hard or piss easy

Janis: be easier to list who don’t

Casey: too right, in this town there’d be no list, either you’re just born or near dead

Janis: be why there’s so many dickheads to deal with, odds were never on your side

Casey: I fancy my odds on knowing how to deal with ‘em, you’re alright

Janis: I know

Casey: We’ll make a go of it, you know

Janis: of what?

Casey: all this, everything

Janis: you know I don’t doubt you, yeah

Casey: don’t doubt yourself neither, yeah

Janis: never been accused of that

Casey: part of the problem, that

Janis: are you on my side or what boy

Casey: unless the or what is repeating other twats mistakes when I can see them a mile off, wouldn’t do you no favours there, would I

Janis: This is the last thing you need to be bothered about tonight

Casey: you’re the only thing I need to bother myself with any night

Janis: but I’m okay so you can bother about yourself instead

Casey: tah but I’ve got nowt to worry about

Janis: true, and you look good

Casey: I’ll look better when I own the place and can have my say in what every dickhead else wears, like

Casey: it’ll do before that night comes

Janis: got time to decide if you really wanna be that cunt and insist on waistcoats and bowties

Casey: probably won’t need long to work out that’s not a goer but never say never

Janis: you’re too nice, always have been

Casey: to you I’ve always wanted to be

Janis: you didn’t always have enough reason to

Casey: it were that I had too much of one, biggest reason there is

Janis: doesn’t stop me treating people like shit but

Janis: I get it

Casey: and I get why you’ve done each thing you’ve done, always have

Janis: I’ll have to take your word for it

Casey: go on then, take and keep hold of what I’ve said, girl

Janis: I’m listening, I swear

Casey: good, I’ll lose the knack of sign language in a bit

Janis: he’ll lose his for conversation, god knows if either of them is managing a full one even with each other

Casey: he’d have to have a knack to lose

Janis: valid point but not a helpful one

Casey: they ain’t after my help at the minute

Janis: nor mine but it’s when they still was and we left him to get like that I’m bothered about

Casey: I know

Janis: but what’s the point questioning why Ian left us to it, answers don’t change anything now

Casey: there’s no question anyway, he did what suited him, proper selfish bastards don’t fancy changing either

Janis: could’ve suited him to lay the law down about it, fuck’s sake

Casey: how he lays the law down don’t suit you

Janis: too late now

Casey: you’ve got time to go to his and have a word with him about it whenever you like, I’ll cover for you, mate

Janis: talking to the school seems like a better idea now, gutting as that is

Casey: does it

Janis: why don’t you think so?

Casey: I don’t think them pair’ll be chuffed at you for involving yourself

Janis: I can tell him to do it then, you know what I mean

Casey: or you could leave him to it

Janis: do you think that’s going to achieve anything

Casey: nah, but him only doing shit if you force him don’t neither

Janis: I don’t know any other way to do it

Casey: they’ve gotta get their head round if they don’t do it no fucker else will, even if that does it in an’ all

Janis: eventually but it’s not just about them

Casey: I get you’re not ready to just piss off out of it, it’s okay

Janis: It’s not about my feelings, it’s about them and Libi 

Casey: she’ll thank you less than they would do if you go up the school being mardy and chucking your weight about

Janis: I don’t care

Casey: let her work out they’re taking the piss

Janis: yeah, right

Casey: she’s not a kid, she don’t need hand holding through it no more

Janis: why would I watch her make the same mistakes as me, that’s just stupid

Casey: she’s gotta learn, you telling her they’re mistakes don’t make a difference when she reckons all you’ve done is fuck your life up

Janis: She ain’t gonna learn anything if she’s got no one there to teach her

Casey: she’ll have to the hard way, most dickheads do

Janis: Mums her guardian anyway, she’ll have to tell them that they need to find Bobby an interpreter, or help Jimmy employ one, whatever

Janis: it’s not even coming from me

Casey: so don’t take it on, it ain’t up to you

Janis: as you pointed out, no other cunt will and then she’ll just pick whatever irrelevant subjects he wants to do for his leavers and neither of them will get to grow up

Casey: she might or she might grow a pair before then, but that’s on Libi not you

Janis: 14 isn’t old enough to decide anything about your future, if nothing else, that should be abundantly clear to us all

Casey: we had to pick our subjects having no clue, have a crack at getting on the school board of governors or whatever if you wanna change the piss poor ideas they’ve got, like

Janis: The point is she knows what she wants to do, but she won’t for his sake

Casey: and my point is, if you keep on at her she’ll double down on that fuck up ‘cause you ain’t exactly her best mate right now

Janis: I don’t care about being the bad guy, that’s irrelevant

Janis: she won’t have a choice when it’s pointed out to the school how they’re failing to meet the needs of a disabled kid, and have been for years

Casey: you said it, been going on for years, they already know

Janis: you get that it’s a court case waiting to happen, yeah they know but they aren’t going to want the rest of the world to, so they’d have to fix it

Casey: they can’t force her to stop being a dickhead if she says she wants to do the same bollocks subjects as him, nor can you

Janis: of course they can, that’s the unfairness of school, you do as you’re told

Janis: they do it to twins and weirdly intense friends all the time, it’s not hard, you just have to complain

Casey: it’s a bigger problem than her leavers and it’s hers to sort

Janis: it’s important, you don’t leave children to sort this shit out themselves, my God

Casey: you can, you’re not the only person she’s got

Janis: well I’m not going to so you’ll have to just live with it

Casey: I get it, you heard, I’ll chuck myself into this new job the same so I can pat myself on the back for getting one thing right

Casey: it’s something you know is fixable when there’s loads more that ain’t

Janis: yeah because you don’t fuck off helping to prove a point

Casey: you don’t have to piss about trying to help to prove there’s still a place for you

Janis: that’s what you reckon, yeah

Casey: I’ve said my piece, and like you said, I’ll live with it

Janis: Good for you

Casey: it is what it is

Janis: what it is is you’ve got me so wrong I don’t even know what to say to you

[anathesniper]

wakairyuu replied to your post: likepigsfortheslaughter: // The fact we get an...

representation matters

// it does, never said it didn't. Still sucks to see lore come up and thats all that anyone can talk about

It’s me will smith posing at Ana and nothing more 

[haystarlight]

My ideas for what that quinceañera episode could have been (if we had it):

Luz and co have been back on Earth for a while and they have done nothing but spent all their time searching different ways on how to go back. They're barely sleeping and they're definitely not having any fun.

Camila takes one look at the calendar (Luz's birthday is in a week or 2) and another look at the kids and is like "¡A la Miércoles! You're taking a break from research and we're throwing you your quinceañera! We were talking about it before you left for camp and I'm telling you now; we're throwing you your darn party!"

Luz, to Camila's confusion, doesn't want a quinceañera and inmediately protests against it. But it's too late now because Gus and the others are already asking Camila what it is.

Camila gives the exposition, the kids all seem very excited. Luz still doesn't want to do the party, she wants to focus all her energy on getting back. Weirdly enough, Hunter is the one that convinces her that taking a break won't kill anyone.

Vee wants to invite her camp friends. They just say that Luz is her cousin and that Luz is a very common name in the family or some other stupid excuse.

Party planning montage with music!! Luz is reluctant the entire time. Everyone else is having fun.

Day of the party, everyone is getting ready but Luz has locked herself in her room. Amity knocks the door. Luz tries to lie to get her to leave but it doesn't work. She comes in... with Camila.

Amity: "You've been acting weird all week" Camila: "Last time we talked about the party, you were very excited about it, mija! Why don't you wanna go anymore?" Luz: "Because Eda and King are not here.... Hooty's not here, or Lilith, or Raine, or Bump or anyone else from Hexside or Amity's family or Gus and Willow's dads... All of them are back on the Boiling Isles suffering who knows what. I just feel cruel celebrating when we don't know if our loved ones are ok. There's nothing to celebrate."

Luz: "Truth is, I did fantasize about my party. A lot. But in all my fantasies, everyone was here. And it doesn't make sense if they're not."

Amity: "I think, if Eda was here, she'd want you to have fun for her and not work yourself to death trying to rescue everyone. This is not on you. It's not your responsibility to save everybody. It's not your fault and it's not your burden to carry alone." Camila: "And if you want to celebrate something, celebrate that you survived to fight another day. Celebrate that you were able to do the impossible time and time again. You've made it so far, you've learned and grown so much. You're a bright, brave young woman and you've accomplished so much more than I did at twice your age. You're worth celebrating, Lucecita."

Amity: "Now go get changed. The dancefloor is all set up and I need my dance partner." *Wink* Luz: *Blush*

They all get changed. Hunter is dressed like he's going to a funeral. Gus is wearing a sparkly blue tux. Willow's dress is yellow, with blue and green flowers. Amity's dress is red with little pink accents on it. Vee's dress is super plain, it's just yellow. All of their ears are covered by hats.

Huntlow see each other all dressed up and get butterflies. (Everyone sees, it's embarrassing)

Luz is going against tradition. It's different shades of purple, it's kinda like halfway between a suit and a dress. It has a cape. It looks like she's going to a renaissance fair. It's quintessential Luz.

Amity sees her and her jaw drops.

The party happens, everyone is having fun and dancing. Lumity are on the dancefloor. Luz: "Thank you for convincing me to go through with this. I love you." Amity: *Blush* "oh wow... I... I love you too, Batata."

Willow: "Hey, um... You wanna dance?" Hunter: "Oh I don't know how to dance." *Awkward silence* Hunter: "You could teach me?" *Holds out hand* Willow: "Oh yeah. Yeah, okay." *They go and dance together*

Luz sees Huntlow. Luz: "Hey, should we do something about those two?" Gus: "Nah, I'd rather just sit back and watch. It's more fun that way." Luz: "Hey!" Gus: "What?! It worked for you guys! Just let them take their time." Luz: "Yeah, you're right. We've got all the time in the world."

End of episode

[geekwritersworld]

Horses and Intrusions

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OFC (Sylvie)

Warnings: none

summary: When Sylvia Shelby finally learns to ride a horse flawlessly, she can’t wait to tell her older brother. Except, maybe she should have waited a little bit before doing so.

A/n: you could ask me what this was and I wouldn’t be able to tell you. I haven’t written in months, and used this to get back into writing. It’s super short, and I’m not quite sure if Alfie actually even has a sister, I did try to search more into it but didn’t find anything.

P.s since I haven’t written in a while, this maybe more rubbish than usual

Feedback is always appreciated!

It was slight cool, for once instead of the raging cold. When the opportunity arose for Sylvie to run on outside and work on her horse riding, she didn’t hesitate.

She’d rode quite a distance, from Arrow house. Wanting to make it as far as possible from the house, so she’d have enough ground to practice a full run with her horse, and she really didn’t want to keep moving back and forth as she practiced just to make sure she had enough ground.

The large mansion looked quite small from she was. It almost didn’t look like a mansion, from where she sat on the horse and she knew if Tommy known how far out she’d rode, he’d chew her ear out.

But she still wanted to try and see if she was good enough yet to be able to make her horse run, and still be able to hold on and ride without giving up half way through out of fear.

She’d been struggling with speed, when it came to horse-riding, and today she decided to finally test it after a few months of practicing. Tommy would have objected and asked her to practice a little more, had he been there watching her. But he wasn’t.

So Sylvie gripped the Black beauty’s reigns in her hand, taking in a deep breath  looking ahead, she started out. The wind practically hit her ears, her hair flying behind her. She didn’t want to stop, she hoped she wouldn’t.  

Her toes curled, and only when the large house appeared as its proper size within her view did she finally pull the reigns and slow down. The house seemed to look even bigger than before, oddly

maybe it was because the idea of telling her big brother she’d finally perfected horse riding after months of trying and failing, made her giddy- tying her horse to the tree, her excitement getting  the best of her, Sylvie ran all the way into the house. Past the large yard and the veranda, and the maids who looked bewildered at her behavior.

She almost walked into the Bulldog; had she paid attention she would’ve waited before striding towards her brother’s office.

“sorry Frances” initially Frances smiled at Sylvie’s giddiness, but her eyes widened when she saw Sylvie rush towards Tommy’s study. Trying to stop the overly excited Shelby, she almost toppled over with how fast the young shelby skid past her.

Frances could only watch in horror as Sylvie barged into the office and then stopped short.

“TO- oh” Her eyes widening, as she took in the foreign figure sitting across Tommy.

“Bloody hell calm down li’ile one” Alfie turned to look at her. Anyone else intruding would’ve prompted Alfie to point his gun at them irrespective of it being Tommy’s household. But Sylvia Shelby had a way of making her way into the most coldest of hearts. 

But it wasn’t Alfie Sylvie was hesitant of in that moment, it was Tommy. Who did nothing to hide the irritation on his face. Glaring at her, barely blinking, Tommy said “I’m busy Sylvie” tapping the edge of his cigarette against the ash bowl.

“Sorry, really” she began to slowly back out, until Alfie spoke up

“now none of that Sylvie, you got some news?” Tommy raised his brows at the man who just brushed over Tommy’s words in his own house.

“Oh it’s nothing important, I’ll just come back later”

“Nah you won’t do no thing like that, tell us” he prompted 

“Alfi-” 

“Bloody hell Tommy let the girl speak will ya, you ain’t the only one who can talk now are ye’h” 

“I was just going to say - really i can come back later”

“fuck sake Sylvie what is it”? it was Tommy this time, loosing his patience

“I uh- I can ride perfectly now, speed and all” she mumbled, looking everywhere but at the men. Her victory seemed small and stupid now, standing in front of those two men who’d survived the war.

Though Tommy was proud, he knew his little sister was terrified of riding fast, but now wasn’t the time. Before his sister had barged into his office he’d been discussing the plan to bring down a rival gang with Alfie. 

One that he knew posed a bigger threat than any of the others, and Tommy knew it would take more than him and his men to bring them down.

“right, well that’s great-” Tommy stood up, walking to Sylvie who leaned on her heels, nervous.

“yeah that’s bloody fucking brilliant ain’t it” Alfie stood up as well, ushering Tommy aside with his stick “mind moving mate?” Alfie walked to the where the drinks were on the table.

Tommy once again raised his brows, more at the fact that he was being pushed aside in his own fucking house and apparently whoever did push him aside was still very much alive and breathing.

Sylvie herself stood watching, looking between Alfie and Tommy; watching for signs she should be running. 

“Now, you’re 18 aren’t ya?” pouring out a lighter drink, Tommy noticed, in two glasses Alfie turned.

“thought you weren’t drinking Alfie” Tommy interjected.

“fuck off ” was all Alfie had to say to Tommy. 

“right now tell me all about this horse of yours. Just out of curiosity, this horse of yours ever throw Tommy off his back?” handing Sylvie a drink, he ushered her to sit down, and took a seat on the chair next to her.

Holding back a chuckle, Sylvie responded with a quiet “no”.

“did he almost though- take a seat, will ya Tommy- he almost ever?” Alfie turned right back to Sylvie. 

“well I suppose he almost did this once, Tommy did-”

“He was fucking scared!” Tommy rolled his eyes from his seat behind his desk.

Well Tommy could discuss the plan with Alfie in a bit. Undeniably he didn’t like even the mere sight of Alfie anywhere near his sister, but looking at the pure joy in her face; that he hadn’t seen in a while, Tommy let her gush about her horse to Alfie while Alfie took every opportunity he could to insult him.

“ didn’t stop once while riding a galloping horse?” Alfie questioned, taking a sip of his drink.

“no, been practicing for months now” Sylvia beamed.

Tommy let them go on for a few more minutes before finally standing up “ alright, Sylvie you need to go now. Alfie, business” 

Sylvie got up content, and walked out, Tommy followed her to the door and before Alfie could interrupt once more, closed the door behind him leaving Alfie in his study, turned to his sister.

“We’ll drink a proper one at dinner eh” he kissed her forehead, much to her relief and turned to go back into his office.

“oh well this is fucking disappointing ain’t it, was hoping it wasn’t you coming in” Alfie looked out the window.

“enough Alfie, back to the plan”

“right mate, I’ll have a headcount for you tomorrow”

Tommy narrowed his eyes at Alfie. Knowing he hadn’t even discussed the plan and there was going to be a catch to Alfie letting him use his men without a bargain.

“ in return for what?” Tommy lit a cigarette, watching Alfie carefully.

“in return for you making sure that girl yeah, doesn’t get caught in the middle of your fucking world.” 

Tommy’s shoulders eased just a little bit. Tommy knew of Alfie’s own sister having got caught in the crossfires between Alfie and a rival after the war. He’d heard of how gruesome her death was; how much it had shaken up all of Camden. 

Tommy nodded in slow understanding. He’d discuss the business further on a later day. A few minutes of silence passed before Alfie spoke up again.

“Fuck off, you’ve been thrown off a horse before aven’t ya?”

[hotxcheeto]

(Nsfw) Can you do The Lis characters when they get home and they see their s/o in lingerie on their bed just smoking a joint or sum

━ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒/𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 - Chloe, Rachel, Victoria, Nathan, Kate 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - NSFW, Cursing, Weed and drug use, alludes to sex

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - Sorry this took so long babes, I would totally do full fics on this though once my requests open

☆ 𝐂𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐞 - You had a habit of doing this to each other. Waiting around barely clothed while the other wasn't home. So you'll lay there, smoking, watching whatever movie is playing on your laptop. Waiting for Chloe to get done with whatever job she picked up this time.

And every time she walks through that door, seeing you in that two piece that you'd bought to surprise her on Valentines day, she swears she implodes.

Smacks your ass to hear your giggles, and it quickly turns into a make out session and it isn't long before your both higher then the empire state building, lazily kissing one another.

Yeah, it turns into more then just kissing. That's for sure. She just can’t keep her hands to herself especially when you let out those little whimpers as she kisses up and down your neck and chest.

☆ 𝐑𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥 - Now she does it more then you do, she's got a collection of lingerie but she's also gotten some for you. So seeing you laying like that, looking at her with some dopey smile or lust filled eyes, that literally makes her melt.

She'll take off her clothes down to her underwear just to lay with you. Skin to skin contact type beat. Tracing each others skin while passing the blunt back and forth along with some lazy kisses and soon a make out session that's mostly sloppy kisses.

Rachel and you could lay together for hours quietly talking and pressing kisses on each others lips before either turning it spicy or passing out.

☆ 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 - She usually does it for you, waiting for you in some set that she'd bought to surprise you. Victoria knows how much you love seeing it on her body just as much as she loves wearing it. But seeing you laying in your underwear on your back, hitting a blunt while staring into space while a movie played on the TV.

She gets all flustered and Victoria never gets flustered around anyone but you. Getting all red in the face as you call her to come lay down with you. Most of the time just laying together, while you smoke listening to her talk, teasing her every now and again.

Running fingers through her hair, listening to her talk to you. She doesn't really smoke but if she does, it always turns into a good time, spicy or not.

☆ 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 - Would probably drop to his knees for you. nah... unless... no but seriously he'll strip almost immediately to come lay with you. Grabbing the joint from your hand before pulling you into his lap.

Nathan isn't good at keeping his hands to himself, so as you sit on him letting him hold the blunt in front of you allowing you to hit it. Groping on your body, leaving hickey's along your neck, a lazy make out sesh ensuing.

More often then not it leads to something more, both of you too high and excited to keep your hands off each other. Besides Nate is a clingy son of a bitch, especially when high. He's not letting you go anytime soon.

☆ 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐞 - You both are polar opposites, so when she just walks into your dorm room, not really thinking to knock because of how tired she was. But then she seen you laying there, high in skimpy clothing watching some TV show.

A joint in your hands as your eyes soon lazily moved to look at her. You greet her like its nothing, high out of your mind, rolling onto your belly. She's all flustered, and excusing herself apologizing but you're looking at her like prey.

You'll invite her to just lay with you, relax while you finish up the smoke. Laying against her, talking to her quietly. Kate doesn't mind when you smoke or lay around like that. But she won't smoke, she just likes listening to your giggles as you talk about everything and nothing telling her about something that happened yet nothing makes sense.

A/n: Siren head go burrrr

[jungkxook]

—backseat serenade. (m)

⟶ pairing: taehyung x reader

⟶ genre: punk!taehyung / band au / brother’s best friend au + smut 

⟶ words: 10,790

⟶ rating: 18+

⟶ summary: falling in love and having weekly sex with kim taehyung is wrong for a number of reasons — and, no, that’s not including the whole other issue that he’s also your brother’s best friend

⟶ warnings: multiple sex scenes, slight exhibitionism if u look hard enough, wall sex, car sex, unprotected sex, all the sex (seriously), fingering, pussy slapping (also if u look hard enough), lots of teasing, doggy style, riding, creampie

⟶ disclaimer: this story is another repost of an old one (although it’s basically been entirely rewritten lol)!  

⟶ this is part of the melodrama tour series!

“We have to hurry. I don’t have a lot of time.”

Taehyung says this with much difficulty, of course, especially when considering you’re currently pressed up against him, his fingers digging crescent-moons into your hips ━ but he knows you’re teasing him now.

You can’t help it, though; he just makes it so easy for you.

He can be so stubborn and impatient at times that poking fun at him brings you quite a bit of joy. Maybe not so much to him, as he often whines and complains that you like to torture him, but, really, how could you not? When you think about what he’s usually like in bed, away from prying eyes, it’s entirely different. So to see that dominance in him fade into nothing short of helpless is simply satisfying ━ even if you know you’ll pay for it at a later time. It doesn’t always happen either but when it does, you bask in it for as long as possible.

Which is why you seem to take the liberty of “torturing” him so sweetly now, just before the boys are about to play a gig at a bar late one night. Taehyung had found you the moment he and the boys had finished soundchecking for the evening, then had you pinned up against the brick wall of the dingy washroom, his hips digging harshly into yours, and his hand now gripping your thigh around his waist. It might have been you who instigated it, hooded eyes and fluttering lashes and shit-eating grins meeting him in secret from across the room as he stood on stage before you with his bass guitar in hand, but Taehyung was the one to put it into action just like he always does, pulling you in there even despite the fact that they were scheduled to play in twenty minutes.

But who could blame you? Taehyung is always so charming, and tonight he was looking extra irresistible. Maybe it was the silky blouse, the first few buttons left open so that the floral tattoo on his chest pokes through, leaving very little to the imagination, or maybe it was the way he had let his hair grow out a little longer than usual, soft dark curls pushed back by a single bandana.

“You’ll be late,” You warn him in between heated kisses as he pecks his way down to the underside of your jaw where he tongues a warm pattern there.

“Just a quickie,” Taehyung promises gruffly. His hips rut against yours again and you feel his straining erection against your inner thigh. Poor thing. “Been dying all day to feel you on my dick.”

You only hum in response, a small amused smirk plastered on your face. He’s sucking a hickey onto your neck when he speaks next.

“Had all these thoughts but I was all alone. It was terrible.”

“What kind of thoughts?” You pry, quirking a brow. Your fingers toy at the top of his belt buckle, pulling him towards you. “Let me guess. Were you thinking about what it feels like to have my mouth on you? All warm and wet.”

He doesn’t move a muscle when he feels your hand trail lower past his belt only to grab at his crotch through the rough material of his jeans. You press your palm against him and he hisses.

“Sucking you off nice and slow, just how you like it?” You probe, teeth tugging at his lower lip when he catches your mouth on his once more. Your voice is low and sultry and invokes something in him that has him tensing. “Or maybe the way it felt when you had me bent over your kitchen counter the other day. You know, you always make me feel so good, Tae━”

He growls against your mouth but the harsh sound dissolves into a strangled whine. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, love.”

“And I always love when you pull at my hair too━” But you continue on as if he hadn’t even spoken, the thrill of the moment coursing through your veins like crackling electricity. “And when you grip my thighs so tightly when your head’s between my legs━”

“Y/N,” he says your name in a strained warning, bordering on a desperate beg if you listen close enough. He gets distracted when you suck delicately on a spot on his jawline and has to take a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. “Please. I’ll do anything. Just let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

“My mouth?” You ask, tantalizingly slowly. “Or me?”

“I’m a simple man, I just wanna cum,” he hums, earning a delighted snort from you. “I’ll take whatever you give me, Y/N, please.”

“Hmm…” You trail off. You press your palm a little harder against him, rubbing your hand across his length. “Think I want you inside me, Tae. Wanna be wrecked by you.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Now, this seems to excite him to no end. He fumbles with his belt at once. A devious cackle meets his ears and he knows you’re purposely toying with him. The next few moments unfold in a blur as his eager hands join with your own nimble ones, having his belt undone in a matter of seconds and your skirt hitched up nearly to your waist. With one hand gripping his straining and leaking cock as he pulls himself free from his pants, the other hitches one of your thighs to his waist. He pushes into you at once, the familiar feeling of your wet walls coaxing him in further and further as he sinks against your chest entirely, a beautiful luscious moan falling from his lips and a hiss of glee from yours. And, then, all at once, it’s as if all the pressure that has been building up inside of him tumbles to the forefront to be released.

“Jesus, fuck,” he grunts. He buries his head against your chest, one hand feverishly grasping at your breasts from under your shirt, fortunate you chose to forgo a bra for the night.

“Ooh, Tae━” Your own arms wrap around his neck, holding him tightly to you, but you don’t think he’ll bother going very far when his own weight slumps against you entirely, pressing you against the wall roughly. And even though he’s quick to fuck himself into you, his hips hardly stray far from yours too, causing you to bob violently up and down the wall behind you, the rough brick structure scratching at your flesh paling in comparison to the cool metallic rings on his fingers holding you up and the burn between your legs as his cock stretches you open.

“Nice to know that’s all I am to you━” Your head falls back against the wall as he continues. “Something you can use to get off. Not that I mind.”

“Nah, that’s not all you are to me,” Taehyung sharply inhales, and then shudders. In the heat of the moment, you miss the sentiment in his voice. He lifts his head to yours finally, smothering your lips with his. “But your pretty little cunt sure is nice.”

A maniacal cackle bubbles at your throat as you nip at his lower lip. Before you can respond, outside the washroom Jimin’s voice can be heard calling out aimlessly for Taehyung as the boy most likely wanders by, oblivious to what’s unfolding only a few feet away from him. “Has anyone seen Tae? Taehyung! Get your ass back here or we’re gonna be late━”

Taehyung groans out of frustration and buries his face in the crook of your neck, grumbling angrily, “Fuckin’ hell.”

But despite the Jimin’s close proximity and despite Taehyung’s bitter resentment for it, his hips still continue to rut into yours. You do manage to pull apart from his mouth and giggle when he chases after your lips desperately. “Think that’s your cue, baby.”

“There’s no way you’d be that evil,” he protests like a whining child.

“But Jimin sounds pissed.”

Taehyung finds it hard to focus when your fingers tug at the collar of his shirt, absentmindedly (or so he thinks) running your hands under his shirt and over his chest. He cradles you close to him, following your every move. That, and the way your walls clench around him drives him wild. “Heaven forbid we let down Jimin.”

“Nnng━” You choke back a whimper. “He’ll be mad.”

“As if he wouldn’t already lose his shit if he found me here in such a compromising position with you being that you’re his sister.”

Compromising is certainly one word for it. So, maybe Taehyung had a point, but that never stopped him or you before. In fact, it only seemed to add to your lustful endeavours, as if you both enjoyed seeing how far you could push the boundaries before getting caught ━ or not.

It hadn’t always been like this. For a period of your life, you had somehow forced yourself to believe you had despised Taehyung as much as you claim, as much as you lie. You wondered just how Jimin could ever be friends with, or be as inseparable with, Taehyung as he was. Whereas Jimin is timid and shy, gentle and caring, like a soft breath of cool air on a hot summer’s day that sways the knee-high grass in meadows behind your house, Taehyung is energetic and effervescent, reckless and wild, akin to that of a sudden flash of lightning that breaks apart the calm sky, a clap of thunder that shakes even the very core of sleeping Gaia. Though, somehow, their two vastly different personalities come clashing together in a harmonious perfection and create something that is entirely too rambunctious for you to handle, even as a young child.

But now? Now you’re positive neither you nor Taehyung would stand a chance against Jimin’s wrath if he found out his best friend enjoyed weekly sex of all sorts with you, sometimes even when he’s asleep in the next room over in your shared apartment with him and Taehyung had somehow managed to sneak in during the night.

“You know he’s already suspicious,” You moan as his cock angles upward into you in such a way that makes your body tremble. You jut your hips forward, meeting his halfway. “Now━ Fuck, Tae━ you wanna… You wanna risk getting kicked from the band for not showing up to your set?”

“There’s still ten minutes,” he hisses hotly. “Ten minutes is more than enough time.”

“Then you’ll really be late.”

“It adds to the rockstar brand, doesn’t it?” he asks hastily. “Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking wet and you’re teasing me?”

He’s met with a roll of your eyes, and then a drunken snicker as you retort, “Maybe being fashionably late will be more acceptable when you’re a big celebrity.”

“Did you find him?” Another voice suddenly sounds from outside, this time resembling Hoseok’s. Taehyung wonders how they haven’t heard either of you yet, the lewd wet noises of his cock burrowing into your cunt seeming to grow louder each time. Surely, you would have been caught by now had it not been for the thudding bass of the music playing at the bar.

“No,” Jimin grumbles, closer this time.

A dangerously loud whimper tumbles from your lips and Taehyung hurries to clamp his hand over your mouth. You’re fortunate when he does, clinging to his hand as he pumps himself into you. At the very least, no matter how cocky Taehyung got with you or how many times he teased the thought of getting caught, he would never actually risk facing Jimin’s mighty wrath. Still, he finds a way to have fun with it.

“Uh oh.” Taehyung meets your darkened stare, lids heavy, as his other hand leaves your thigh to stick between your legs, fingers rubbing circles against your clit. You know he does it on purpose, judging by the broadening smirk on his face when the added stimulation makes your hips jerk instinctively beneath him. He’s surprised when you hardly let out a noise, safe for a sudden gasp for air. “Not even one tiny moan? Come on, baby.”

“Fuck it. Wherever he is, he better know we’re on in ten!” Jimin’s voice carries back to the two of you. Then, a little more faintly as he wanders off, you can hear him grumble, “I swear to God, this asshole━”

“Wait, wait━” You rasp suddenly, twisting and turning beneath Taehyung and the boy stops at once. You try not to let your heart swoon at the way his hands are all soft and gentle as they touch you now, sliding his palm off your mouth if only for it to fall to your hips where he rubs at comfortingly.

He tries to ignore the way his cock twitches, shoved so deep within your walls. “What’s wrong?”

You slither from his grasp, unraveling your leg from his waist and delicately pushing him away, trying not to focus on the way your pussy throbs at the sudden missing warmth of his length. Taehyung is suddenly even more concerned, the poor boy gawking at you helplessly, his swollen cock completely forgotten as he fixes himself back into his jeans, his attention solely focused on you and your wellbeing now.

“What happened? Did I hurt you━”

“No,” You promise. “No, I just━” You look sheepish, and he wonders why, up until he sees you fidgeting with your skirt in an attempt to fix it and the mischievous twinkle flashing in your eyes. “I just figured maybe we shouldn’t risk it tonight. I mean, you heard Jiminie.” You pat Taehyung’s chest once, smoothing out the material of his now crumpled shirt. “So, I’ll see you out there.”

Taehyung blinks once. “What the fuck.”

It doesn’t seem to hit him at first; not until he spots your wicked grin as you lean past him to look at your reflection in the mirror, fixing your clothes and hair. You wipe at a smudge of lipstick in the corner of your mouth, and Taehyung gaps.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” he whines. Needy and desperate hands try to grab at you on your way to the door, but he ultimately lets you weave your way out of his reach. “What are you, the antichrist? Don’t be such a tease. I’ve got a problem that you helped start. It’s only fair if you help finish it.”

Admittedly, it is cruel. He looks both shameless and shameful, an exasperated and flustered expression to match the helpless state he’s in. Shirt askew on his shoulders, hair a wild mess, and his painfully obvious boner struggling against his jeans. You almost feel bad, until you realize you shouldn’t be. Because this is all it’s ever been between the two of you ━ sex, and more sex, no feelings attached, but lately something seems off…  Either way, Taehyung will get over it, and he’ll still come crawling back for more which is why you have no qualms when you leave. Just, maybe, not in the way you would like.

The last thing he sees of you before you flee the washroom for him to fend for himself is a seductive smirk and a wink being thrown over your shoulder as you remark innocently, prettily, “You have hands.”

And then you’re gone, leaving him alone in the dingy washroom. He doesn’t come out right away, though it leaves the restless boys that make his band awaiting him to speculate some more.

“He’s gonna totally screw us over if he doesn’t show up in the next two minutes,” Jimin is saying hotly to the boys behind the stage when you rejoin them. The bar is already filling up with partygoers but mostly fans of the band, eagerly anticipating the set.

“Relax, Jimin,” Namjoon says carelessly. “He’s probably getting blown in the washroom or something. Can’t rush a man through these things.”

Jimin rolls his eyes as the others snicker. When the others have distracted themselves by discussing other business, you approach your brother casually, saying as inconspicuous as possible yet reassuringly, “Everything will be fine. I’m sure he’ll be here any second.”

“Wouldn’t be surprised if he throws this all away for a girl,” Jimin shakes his head. “It’s a miracle he ━ or any of the guys, for that matter ━ hasn’t tried anything on you yet.”

You try to laugh, though the sound is more forced and strained than you would like. At least Jimin doesn’t seem to notice. “But he’s your friend. Don’t you trust him?”

“I do trust him,” Jimin replies. “He’s a good guy, he’s just too caught up in all this band life. We’ve both seen it with the guys, especially with Taehyung. They take advantage of this stuff in the early stages.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry,” You promise. “I’m not interested in your friends and never will be ━ especially not Taehyung.”

Fortunately, the dreaded conversation doesn’t last much longer. Taehyung does end up making it to his own set on time, and when he finds you out in the crowd, you’re smirking deviously up at him for a secret that never has to be told aloud to the world and certainly not to Jimin.

You don’t quite remember when you and Taehyung started hooking up behind your brother’s back or what exactly caused it.

If you think back long and hard enough, you’re positive it was the result of some sort of drunken one night stand that elapsed into sober days and conscious decision making, which then turned into weeks, then months, which leaves you to where you are now. Almost a year of sucking your brother’s best friend’s dick and you’ve somehow, miraculously, never been caught. But aside from occasionally sleeping with one another, there was nothing more to be exposed to Jimin in terms of romance. Because, as far as he was aware, you and Taehyung were still embroiled in your childhood rivalry with one another that was less violent now than when you were younger and more civil, aside from the offhanded jabs and retorts shot at one another. And, as far as Taehyung and you were aware, the charade and the hook-ups all resulted in a peculiar sort of friendship between the two of you that was certainly as far as either of you would take things. Supposedly.

But between sexual teasing and taunts, you sometimes wonder if the lines have begun to blur, and if you’ve gotten too comfortable with Taehyung asking to sleep in your bed. Which is why, maybe, you overcompensate by “torturing” him on the days that he really needs you, like the night before in the grimy washroom of the bar. He hadn’t joined the real world or the band until the very last second they were meant to go on stage, looking all the more discomposed and flushed in the face when he rushed out, though at least he had somehow managed to tame his raging boner.

Now you were certain the universe was toying with you, bittersweet payback coming to nip you in the ass.

You hadn’t been so bothered the night before, leaving with the boys when their set was done and returning to your home with Jimin, not a word being uttered between you and Taehyung, even up until the very next day where you find yourself now. Crammed in a local studio run by some friend Yoongi had known from college, you were quite used to watching the band brainstorm new lyrics and record songs in real time, all from the sofa shoved up against one wall of the small space. You had been there every step of the way ━ their first rehearsal as a formed band, the day they discovered the group’s name in almost a dreamlike epiphany, the release of their very first full-length album produced and recorded all by them and promoted all by them, their very first gig with a decent following and the jittery anxiety they had all been troubled by, and every gig following it in which their nerves subsided and their effervescent charm and credence began to finally show through. But they had never been as disconcerted as they had now ━ which, really, you don’t blame them.

“Bro, this is stressing me out.” This aggravated groan sounds from Jungkook, the band’s lead guitarist.

He’s currently splayed out on the ground of the sofa you’re seated on, head thrown back against the cushions. Every other boy in the studio bare a similar wearied look ━ even Jimin, as their usual spritely lead singer.

You suppose that’s just the inevitable stress bound to occur when a scout from the infamous Columbia Records had somehow found the band either in person at one of their gigs or online and taken an interest in them and were interested in signing them. After weeks of back and forth discussion, Jin had been fortunate enough to land a meeting with the label in New York City, looking promising enough to excite even the stoic Yoongi. And after a month of planning, their meeting was set to take place finally only a week from that day. The issue seemed to arise when the label claimed they wanted the band to bring a set of new songs to the table to discuss at the last possible moment, sending the boys into a chaotic frenzy as they had only just released their first album a few months back. You had come to help the boys, though they were lucky enough to have found a handful of pre-written songs from their repertoire that still, unfortunately, needed fine tuning, vocals, and melodies. After working meticulously all morning, they were only just now deciding to split for a much needed lunch break.

“Same here,” Jimin says glumly, rubbing at his tired eyes. “Can’t wait to get out of here. I feel like I’m going insane.”

As the boys begin to shift and move, Jin gets to his feet and clasps his hands onto Jimin’s shoulders, giving him a reassuring nudge. “Just think about it: international success and Grammys await.”

“If we don’t fall apart before then,” Namjoon stifles a yawn as he stretches out his arms. He tosses a glance at you and Taehyung. “You guys coming?”

“Yeah,” You say, though you hardly move from your seat. “I’ll be there.”

“I’ll catch up with you guys in a minute,” Taehyung nods. He’s sat across from you on the couch, journal propped on one knee as he scrawls away in it, a jarble of chord progressions and lyrics. “Just gonna finish cleaning up in here.”

It seems convincing enough to Namjoon and the rest of the boys, even Jimin who is already out the door, not in the least bit suspicious of you or Taehyung. Honestly, you’re sure not even Taehyung is suspicious of your unmoving presence beside him until the boys leave and suddenly the room falls silent.

“You’re stressed,” You point out in a gentle musing. Which is true. You don’t usually see Taehyung riddled with anxieties, typically keeping to himself and maintaining some sort of effortless and mysterious coolness around the others.

The boy quirks a brow as he lifts his gaze to look up at you, tossing the journal onto the ground. Whether or not he seems to catch the underlying suggestive and sultry tone in your voice, you’re not quite sure but could you really blame yourself? It was difficult having to watch Taehyung all morning in his element, gazing at him whenever he was in the recording booth, headphones dangling from his neck and bass guitar in his lap as his expert fingers thrummed away at the strings. He always looks most attractive to you when he’s so utterly consumed by his work and his art, whether it be on stage in front of hundreds of people or in a more intimate setting at recordings or practices.

“What happened to you not wanting to disappoint Jimin by getting caught or whatever it was?” he asks, waving his hand dismissively. “Staying back with me is definitely gonna catch his attention.”

“Maybe,” You shrug. You catch his hand as he brings it back down, raising it to your lips to kiss at the tips of his fingers slowly, one-by-one, never once breaking eye contact with him. “I was just thinking you could use some help. And an apology for yesterday.”

Despite the way Taehyung’s dark gaze scrutinizes you in a taunting manner, he still watches as you take his hand and place it between your thighs, over your core. At least today you chose to wear leggings, the smooth material allowing for very little obstacles standing in his way as you press his fingers against you. A wolfish smirk tugs at his lips. “You think your pussy’s gonna help me?”

“Yes, actually, I do,” You say, matter-of-fact. “And I don’t think it will; I know. If I remember correctly, you were begging to use me as a stress-reliever before your set yesterday.”

Taehyung clucks his tongue. “Sounds a lot to me like you just want my fingers in you. Not so nice now being the needy one, huh?”

“I want you to do a lot of things to me, Tae.”

“Careful, baby. You’re playing a dangerous game,” Taehyung says. Still, he entertains the idea. Pressing his thumb harder against you, he rubs leisurely at the sensitive part of your clit over your clothes and the sudden feeling makes you pur with glee. “Besides, why should I be so nice and help you after what you did to me?”

You roll your eyes. “You’re still on about that? You’re a grown man, you can pleasure yourself.”

“How mean.” He feigns a look of mock hurt. “It doesn’t feel as nice when it isn’t you.”

“Taehyung,” You scold his name in a warning, but it mostly comes out as a contented sigh. You know you’ve already won him over, though the impatient tug you give on his arm as you clutch at his wrist of the hand still between your legs is a wordless reminder. Your fingers flutter up to his face, pulling him down for a kiss which he gladly obliges to. “Think they’ll walk in?”

“Nah.” His voice is a throaty murmur. “We’ve got some time. The boys’ seem worried enough as is; think they’re already halfway to that pho place around the corner they wanted to try, and they’re probably not gonna wanna come back here for at least another hour. Plus, I think we’ve given the producers a raging headache with all our requests so they definitely won’t want to be back in here for a while.”

You snicker at the thought, humming into his mouth as you pull him down with you onto the sofa, bending your knee so as to let him slide into place between your legs more comfortably. He pulls his hand away from you only long enough to lick at his digits before slipping his hand past the waistband of your leggings this time. Nudging aside your underwear, he swipes his fingers at your clit, marveling at your stickiness.

Your breath hitches in your throat. “What do we say when they ask where we went?”  

“Doesn’t matter,” he grunts into your mouth. “Fuck, tell them we were busy fucking for all I care.”

You swat at his chest playfully but lose your spirit when he presses his thumb against your clit, causing your hips to rut forward in a silent plea. Taehyung’s right, you think. Your excuse for the boys can be worried about later. Now, Taehyung slides a finger into you, then another, stretching you open experimentally, causing you to croon.

Face warm and head spinning, a sudden thought pops into your head that seems much more intimate than his fingers in you. “So━” You bite your lip to stop a moan. The question that forms on your tongue is timid despite the lewd things that threaten to run through your mind at his every touch, “S-So, what happens when you’re a big and famous rockstar, touring the world now?”

“I’ll take you with me.” Taehyung tongues a pattern down to the underside of your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. He curls his fingers upward, sinking further into you until he’s reached his knuckles, enjoying the way your hips twitch beneath him. “Fuck you in every city we go to, in every fancy, over-the-top hotel we stay in. New York, L.A., Paris, London, Rome…”

“Romantic,” You snort, although maybe it kind of is if you think about it long enough. He slides a third finger into you then, fucking his digits in and out of you at a gradual pace that has your core aching. You’re all warm and wet around him that it goes straight to his dick, the thought of him tearing you apart as he plunges his cock into you making him grow antsy. It does the same to you. “Nnngh, Taehyung━ We’ll see about that when you meet pretty girls thousands of miles away who can offer you so much more than me.”

“Hmm… Dunno about that,” he hums. “There’s only gonna be you.”

You wonder if he knows what he’s doing, the way his words make your heart stutter in your chest. But then you start to wonder why you’re even feeling such things for him. Pretty words promising you that you meant more to him than sex meant little to you in comparison when he never acted upon it ━ but could you blame him? Even you were apprehensive of ruining what you already had with him, his friendship with Jimin if you told him how you were feeling lately, and the integrity of the band.

Your legs tremble as your orgasm approaches. Taehyung busies himself by nipping and sucking at your neck and all you can do is puff and pant, the lewd wet noises of his fingers penetrating you filling your ears. “Taehyung━ God, I wanna feel your dick so badly.”

“Yeah?” he growls. “Gonna let me fuck you finally? You’re so wet right now, could slip right in. Fuck, look at what you do to yourself by being so mean to me.”

He twists his finger up into you in such a way that has you grinding against his knuckles. “Please, Tae━”

“Got you stretched so wide too,” Taehyung hums pensively. “Your pussy always takes me so well too, doesn’t it?”

“Hmm, Taehyung!”

“Look at you,” he hisses, quickening his pace. Your back arches until your chest is pressed flush against his, walls quivering around his fingers. You reach out desperately for his face, smoothing your lips over his but you fail to really make any sort of connection. Instead, your jaw unhinges in a breathless moan against his mouth as he rests his forehead against yours. “Wanna come around my fingers so badly, don’t you? So close too.”

“Fuck, fuck, I’m━” Your hands ball into fists around the collar of his shirt. Your eyes threaten to roll back as you get closer and closer, your aching pussy so close to feeling its much needed relief when━ “What the fuck, Taehyung?”

He pulls his hand from your core before you can cum, leaving you a sweating and panting mess. The sudden loss of contact leaves you dumbfounded, gawking at the boy who’s suddenly grinning in a similar ungodly manner to your selfish response to him the day before. Payback has never tasted so sweet before to him, and so bitter to you.

“You did that on purpose,” You whine, jutting your hips forward desperately to meet his hand again. Instead, he gives your leaking and sensitive pussy one slap, the pleasant jolt shooting up your spine making you moan. “You’re so mean. I thought you were over it.”

“Well, now I am.” He pulls his hand out from between your legs and licks at his fingers. “Have you had your fun?”

It takes you a moment to respond as you gather yourself. He finds your sulking a little hilarious, and maybe also feels a little bad. “For now.”

“That’s a good girl.” He leans down to kiss your mouth hungrily, enjoying when you suck eagerly at his lower lip. “Because I’ve had my fun.”

You open your mouth to say something more but are stopped shortly when, somewhere outside the recording room, you can hear the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching, followed by the sound of the doorknob turning and Jimin’s curious voice, “Tae?”

You and Taehyung have stumbled off of one another within seconds, listening to the way Taehyung curses under his breath as he flings himself off the couch and a few feet away as you sit upright on the sofa. You have to only pray and hope that you both don’t look too obvious, though you think it’s too late for that. Either way, you cross one thigh over the other, biting down harshly on your tongue as Jimin stumbles into the room. As his gaze sweeps fleetingly across the room, he hardly takes note of both you and Taehyung.

“There you two are,” he says. “Was wondering where you went off to. And━” His stare flutters over to Taehyung for a moment and you hold your breath, fearing he may know a little too much, when━ “There’s my wallet! I knew I forgot it here.”

He crosses the room swiftly and plucks his abandoned wallet from the desk, holding it up to show the two of you. You smile nervously and Taehyung takes it upon himself to answer, clearing his throat in the process. “We were just gonna catch up with you, actually. Y/N was just helping me finish up here.”

You’re fortunate that Jimin’s probable sudden panic of trying to find his wallet and the relief of realizing he hadn’t lost it to the ether is what distracts him. He seems hardly intrigued by your lack of presence or yours and Taehyung’s odd companionship without the other boys. Whatever the case, you both manage to make it out of the recording studio unscathed and Taehyung does a well enough job at deflecting from any further suspicions by talking as normally as he usually would with Jimin on your walk over to the restaurant the rest of the boys are at.

Well, as unscathed as you can be, the tragedy of your lost orgasm still haunting you even as you sit across from Taehyung at the table.

“Now you’ll really be late.”

You say this as a heedful warning, though you’re fortunate when you find that you’re both distracted this time.

You know you have Taehyung under your spell that morning when he catches you purposely wandering his apartment in nothing but a pair of your panties. It’s not as if it’s uncommon to see you naked in his kitchen, making breakfast. That morning, when you walk into the bedroom holding a cup of tea, Taehyung almost chokes at the sight of your bare chest. It’s early the day of the band’s flight to New York City for their meeting with Columbia Records, and though Taehyung has roughly an hour before he has to leave the apartment, you’re worried he might just miss the flight altogether when he pulls you onto his bed again after a night of fucking.

“Don’t care. Come here.” His large hands are on you in an instant, roaming your body as he kisses the underside of your jaw and pins you beneath him. You let him get carried away, let him leave a trail of sloppy kisses from your lips down to your collarbones and in between your breasts.

“What are you gonna tell the boys when they’re on a flight to New York and you’re still in your apartment?” You rasp, fingers threading in his hair.

“Was busy spending the last twenty-four hours making hot, passionate love to you.”

The wry grin on his face makes it come across as a joke and makes your heart skip a beat. Admittedly, that was partly the truth. He had invited you over the day before and you had spent the better part of it in his bed in every position imaginable. Have to make up for the three days we won’t see each other, he had said after your first round, head between your legs and mouth on your cunt.

You snicker now but the sound falls short when a moan replaces it. “Don’t think you can call it passionate love making when you gave up halfway and made me ride you like you always do.”

He gasps and bites down teasingly on your skin but not with enough pressure to hurt. “Was that a jab at my manhood?”

“Of course not.”

“Besides, I like it best when you’re in charge.”

You roll your eyes but pull him up to your face so that you can kiss him again. It’s an odd shift in atmosphere when you find him kissing you in a chaste manner, despite having marked you red all over and legs still shaking from how many times he’s made you come in the last twenty-four hours. But it wasn’t all sex for once. Falling asleep in his arms left you still dreaming even when you were long awake.

“Gonna miss you,” he whispers once he parts from you. He rubs soft circles against your hips, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.

“It’s only for three days,” You say.

“I know,” he sighs. “I just━ God, I’ve gotten so used to you being here. I’m just sick of sleeping alone all the time. Shit, I don’t think I’m making any sense anymore. All I know is you’re driving me crazy.”

“Taehyung…”

“Am I wrong to feel that way?” He lifts his head now to look at you, ardent sincerity glazing over his eyes as he gazes at you.

You’re too caught up in the moment, the lustful afterglow of sex and whatever else is starting to emerge however blurry it may be now, to not notice right away the sound of knocking on the front door. Instead, you reach out to push his hair out of his eyes. You think you know what he means; you just want to hear him say it aloud. Your question is a gentle probe. “What are you trying to say?”

“I━”

But Taehyung’s voice is cut short by the sound of Jin’s shouting from the front door. “Taehyung, you in here?”

Wide eyes meet with yours in the sudden alarming panic of Jin’s arrival. Taehyung grumbles mostly to himself, “God dammit, what’s he doing here?”

You can hear the band’s manager talking aloud, quite possibly to another one of the boys that he’s dragged with him, and you and Taehyung scramble to react. Taehyung only has enough time to clamber out of his bed and pull on a pair of discarded sweatpants from the floor as you pull on one of his sweaters and grab the bedsheet to cling to your chest if only so it can hide the rest of your bare legs.

“Are you alive?” Jin’s asking, closer this time.

“We had to come check on you━” You don’t register the second voice until it’s too late.

Because there, standing at the threshold of Taehyung’s door to his room, is not just Jin but your brother. Jimin’s familiar pop of bright blue hair and nonchalant smile are much too hard to forget. But, upon stumbling across Taehyung’s room, they each come to a stuttering halt. It doesn’t take long for the realization to dawn on them ━ and how could they not piece together the puzzles painting such a painfully obvious picture? The dishevelled bed, the clothes that litter his floor, your clothes that litter his floor, Taehyung’s shirtless and sloppy attire, your own half-hearted attempt at dressing yourself and the marks that riddle your body that you were banking on fading completely by the time you were reunited with Jimin after their return from their meeting.

“Uh…” Taehyung trails off awkwardly. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Oh shit,” Jin curses under his breath. Despite having no idea whatsoever about you or Taehyung (though maybe having a better inkling than the rest of the boys), he turns hastily towards Jimin. “Maybe now’s not a good time.”

But Jimin hardly budges. Instead, he looks enlivened, jaw setting harshly in place as his brows furrow into a scowl. “Jin knows I have a spare key to your place after that one time you locked yourself out and he wanted to make sure we all met up before getting to the airport. You weren’t answering our calls, thought you were dead. Guess now I know it’s because you were too busy fucking my sister.”

“Jimin,” You hiss sharply.

Taehyung shakes his head wildly. “It’s not like that.”

“Really?” Jimin retorts. “‘Cause it sure seems like it is.”

Taehyung grimaces. “Okay, yes, but not in the way you think. It’s not some meaningless fuck. I care about her.”

But that only seems to be the wrong answer. Would there ever be a right one? Taming Jimin’s stubborn anger and protectiveness over you was hard enough on any other day. Now that he knows you’ve slept with Taehyung, Taehyung felt as if he were a lost cause.

“How long has this been happening?” Jimin asks, tight-lipped.

You can’t bring yourself to answer, neither can Taehyung, and that seems to be enough to answer his worries. Maybe if you had acted faster, said it was only a one night stand, he wouldn’t have been able to read your mind so easily. Yet your silence was enough to make you guilty.

“Shit,” Jimin runs a hand through his hair. When he speaks next, he’s looking only at you. “Do you love him?”

“I━” You open your mouth, as if to explain yourself. This time, the answer came much easier. You know what you want to say, but voicing the truth out loud in front of your brother and Taehyung, who might not feel the same way, makes you clamp your mouth shut. Whatever your answer anyway should be for Taehyung only. Instead, you frown up at your brother. “I don’t get why you’re so upset anyway. Who cares if we’re in love? Who cares what we are? It’s not like you can control me. I can make these sorts of decisions myself, Jimin. This is ridiculous.”

“No. I get that,” Jimin says firmly. “But you’re my sister, and your wellbeing comes first to me. So, Tae━” Now, your brother turns to look at Taehyung. You’ve never seen him so furious before, disappointed even, and certainly not when it comes to Taehyung. “If you care about her so much, when were you gonna let her know?”

This seems to catch your attention, sending a curious gaze between Jimin and Taehyung. “Let me know what?”

“That he’s been screwing some other chick he met at the bar a while ago,” Jimin says. “Walked in on them once by accident and, after the fact, he said some similar bullshit about how it wasn’t meaningless or whatever.”

You blink.

The blow to your chest, and subsequently your heart, makes you teeter on your frail legs. Because if what Jimin was saying was true, then were all the sweet sentiments Taehyung whispered to you even yours to begin with? Did he care about you as much as you cared about him? But, the worst part of it all, is how utterly foolish you feel. Because when Taehyung doesn’t immediately answer, your question about whether or not Jimin was telling the truth was confirmed; and you had let yourself almost willingly fall for Taehyung despite all the warning signs. Despite the fact that you had both initiated your relationship on the basis that nothing would ever blossom from it.

“Is that true?” You ask Taehyung.

The boy hesitates. He meets your stare solemnly, flinching when he notes just how hurt you seem. “Partly.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You demand. But before he can respond, you scoff under your breath as you begin to gather your belongings. “Oh my god. I’m so stupid━”

Taehyung starts. “Wait, Y/N━”

“Just leave her alone━” Jimin interrupts.

“Hey. Hey!” Jin snaps abruptly, the firm tone in his voice catching the boys’ attention. “We gotta go. Now. Taehyung, get yourself decent; Jimin, in the living room. We leave for the airport in five minutes.”

You decide you no longer want to wait for an answer. Your own embarrassment is far too much to handle for the moment being, and you favour the idea of fleeing from Taehyung’s sorrowful gaze, Jimin’s heated one, and Jin’s scrutinizing scowl.

You’re long gone before Taehyung can even think to stop you.

The three days in which the boys find themselves in New York City for their meeting with Columbia Records is the longest three days of your life.

Taehyung never bothers to call or text you ━ and the looming swell of concern of awaiting to hear his voice or your brother’s or any answer of how the meeting has gone fades in comparison. Because every sweet nothing he ever said to you suddenly means nothing, and you don’t know where that leaves you.

Just when you think you can take the torture no longer, the band returns. Jimin comes bounding into your shared apartment the moment his flight lands and the taxi has brought him home, greeting you with the wonderful news that the band’s been signed, and a celebration is in store consisting of their closest friends and family members. While you initially bask in Jimin’s excitement, mirroring your own, it quickly fades as you fear you’ve lost Taehyung for good.

“You’ll come to the party, won’t you?” Jimin asks hopefully at some point. “The boys will want you there.”

You shift warily in your seat on the sofa across from your brother who stands in the midst of the room after having animatedly relaying the story of the past three days to you. You shrug now, and when Jimin shoots you a quizzical look, you decide to approach the topic cautiously, dancing over your words slowly. “I dunno, Jimin. If he’s gonna be there… I don’t know if I can face him right now.”

Jimin comes to an immediate halt. His face falls and he sinks onto the seat beside you. “Y/N… Look, I was wrong, and I’m sorry. While we were away, Taehyung and I talked and he’s gutted about what happened. But that’s all I can say. I think you should talk to each other. No, I want you to talk to each other. I know now that you’re meant for one another.”

“Are you only telling me this because you’re being your best friend’s wingman, or because you’re being my brother?” You ask, a weak lighthearted attempt at a joke.

“Both,” Jimin says warmly. “Because I care about you both, and I don’t want to have to live with the regret of being the reason two people perfect for each other aren’t together.”

And when your brother says it with such earnestness, you have no choice but to believe him.

So, despite feeling like a fool for potentially crossing paths with Taehyung again, you muster the nerve and motivation to go, and arrive at the party with Jimin later that night. The impromptu last minute party itself is held at Namjoon’s home, filled to the brim with mostly familiar faces and a few unrecognizable ones that must be acquaintances of the boys you’ve never met before. You make your rounds and congratulate the boys one-by-one, being enveloped into a tight hug with each one, safe for Taehyung whom you don’t see at first.

You’re fortunate when mutual friends of yours and Jimin’s arrive, spending the majority of the night with them as your brother wanders off to get wasted. At some point, as the night drawls on, you catch sight of Taehyung and the presence of him is enough to dampen your mood entirely. You decide you’re no longer in the mood for a party, and make haste for the door, stumbling out onto the lawn. You only make it so far, coming to stop at the foot of the curb to breathe in the cool night air around you, before you notice Taehyung hurrying out after you, calling your name.

Almost as soon as he’s able to catch his breath and you lock gazes with the boy, he asks aloud, “Where are you going?”

You hadn’t expected him to follow you, nor the terrible nearly tangible awkwardness that hangs heavy in the air. Still, the concern in his voice and the corners of his eyes softening at the sight of you makes you want nothing more than to forget all the heartache. “Home.”

“Let me drive you?” he asks delicately.

You hesitate before responding. You know the simple offer of a drive is more than that. It’s an invitation to talk to him, sort things out. And you, of course, can’t possibly deny him. As soon as you’ve followed him to his car and he starts driving, everything goes silent. It’s almost unbearable as you shift uncomfortably in your seat and gaze out the window, hoping the long car ride will pass by rather quickly. You thwart his attempts at starting any conversation by turning the radio up and letting the music ━ a mix from Taehyung’s phone filled with pop-punk and indie classics ━ fill the emptiness but it doesn’t work with distracting you. He takes a detour from the path to your apartment, driving instead to a nearby lookout point of a hiking trail, now abandoned and desolate this late at night.

It’s quiet even long after he shifts the car into park, leaving only the sound of the stereo to fill the void. Then, at long last━

“You didn’t call,” You say.

Taehyung swallows thickly. “I know.”

“That’s all I wanted. An explanation.”

“I know,” Taehyung shifts in his seat to look at you. “I’m sorry. I messed up.”

“I know I have no right to feel like you’re mine when the reason we started seeing each other was casual, but everything you’ve been saying to me lately━” You rasp, “that I’m the only one for you and that you were gonna miss me because you were tired of being alone ━ did all of it mean nothing?”

The boy’s stare hardens. “No. I was never lying when I was with you. Everything I said, I meant.”

“Then why didn’t you call?”

“Because I was scared I had lost you,” Taehyung grovels all at once, silencing you. “Because things were starting to finally change between us ━ where it wasn’t just sex all the fucking time, but something genuine ━ and I didn’t want to face the reality that it could all be gone, just like that.”

“Well, what did Jimin mean, about that other girl? Was he telling the truth?”

“Yes.”

“Did you fuck her?”

“Yes.”

“And did you fuck her while you were still saying there was only me in your life and pretending you meant it?”

“I was never pretending,” Taehyung protests exasperatedly. “We had a fling, but that was months ago, when you and I first started whatever the hell this is. But Jimin was wrong. I never told him she was the one, or whatever. I said I didn’t want it to be meaningless anymore. That I want something more. I thought I had found it with that girl; but it was really with you.”

“Taehyung…” You whisper his name now, a delicate utterance.

“You can’t tell me I’m the only one feeling this way about us,” Taehyung beckons desperately. “I know you’ve been feeling it too.”

You purse your lips; then, you let out a small exhalation of air. “Tae… I think I’ve been in love with you ever since we were little kids.”

Now, Taehyung’s stare softens. He reaches out to grab at your face, gingerly pulling you into him, thumb caressing your cheek.

“I want you,” he promises. “God, I want you so bad. Do you really think I’d risk getting kicked from the band for anyone else but you? Or let anyone else tease me so bad but you?”

You can’t help but snicker. You shake your head at him as he pulls you into a kiss. He grins against your mouth and, this time when he kisses you, it’s hot and needy, a whole three day’s worth of pent up emotions and desires pouring into your every touch. Your hands fumble to undo your seatbelt and then you’re climbing over onto his lap and he’s welcoming you with open arms, the skirt of your dress hitching up higher on your thighs. Your knee, or maybe it was your foot or elbow, accidentally hits the horn of the steering wheel and startles the two of you, earning a squeak from you, before you both erupt into laughter. Taehyung reaches down to push the seat back a few inches to give you more space in the cramped driver’s seat and then he pauses to look up at you with mesmerized eyes. He kisses you again and again, as your hands come up to grasp at the sides of his neck.

“Had enough of the bullshit, have you?” he asks humorously. “Gonna take matters into your own hands?”

“I’m tired of all this teasing and chasing,” You pout. You’ve already begun grinding your hips against his, enjoying the way his face pinches in pure delight. He burrows his face into your chest, breasts soft against his head. A soft moan bubbles at your lips as you plant your own hands onto his chest. “I think so are you. We’ve both got a taste of it, haven’t we? We need to make up for lost time.”

“Fair enough,” he rasps. “What do you want from me, baby?”

“You, all of you,” You murmur. “Want your dick in me.”

“Gonna let me finish this time?” he tuts.

Your amused giggle meets his ears and he wonders how you can be both cute and sexy at the same time. “Mmm, I wanna be filled with your cum.”

“Oh, fuck,” Taehyung grunts. “Okay, okay. Here━”

Somehow, he’s able to gesture to the backseat and you and him clamber your way there until you’re finally both situated once more with you straddling his lap. There’s a mutual understanding that there’s no point, nor time, for foreplay but it’s not as if either of you mind. Taehyung’s surely had enough and so have you because while teasing him may be fun for a while, it certainly can feel like torture trying to stay away from him in the meantime. You help him fumble with the belt of his jeans so that he can unbuckle them and watch as he grasps at himself, pulling his cock free. Immediately, you’re lifting your hips to pull the skirt of your dress up higher and his hands help aid you clumsily, palms gliding up the smooth expanse of your thighs.

Then, fumbling to push you on your knees before him, with one hand on the small of your back, he pulls you towards him and gazes down between the two of you as he hooks a thumb over the material of your panties to push it to the side and teases the tip of himself over your slick folds. Your hands flail outward, palms pressing against the windowpane as he somehow situates himself behind you in the cramped space on his knees. He grunts from behind you at the feeling and then slowly and carefully guides you down onto him. It takes a moment to adjust but as you sink fully down until he’s balls deep, his cock coaxed easily by your leaking wetness, the both of you come to a halt, sputtering for air.

“Wait, wait,” he gasps. “Oh, fuck━ Stay put for a sec.”

“Why?” You ask, jutting your hips backwards teasingly. “Gonna cum already?”

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he mutters. He thrusts up into you without warning as payback, causing you to gasp out loud and flail forward. “No, you brat. I just want to enjoy it a little bit longer.”

He’s right. It does feel nice to finally feel some sort of friction after three days of nothing. To him, you just feel so nice and warm and snug and, to you, he fills you up so perfectly. So you stay put for a little bit, adjusting to the feeling as you kiss each other slow and steadily. His dick twitches inside you, warm and wet and so fucking hard. He’s just so big, your head is spinning. It’s almost as if you feel him in the pit of your stomach, legs trembling at the feeling. He yanks impatiently at the top of your dress, pulling it down so that the material pools at your waist now, reveling in the way your bare breasts spring free. At once, his hands are reaching around your front to palm at your breasts, grasping at your hips and navel.

“Wanna wreck you so bad,” Taehyung growls roughly against the shell of your ear as he presses his chest against your back. “Gonna fill you up so good, make your pussy all mine. How does that sound?”

“Want it so bad,” You whine, one arm hooking behind you so that your fingers can scratch at his hair. “F-fuck, Taehyung━”

When he tugs lightly at your hips, you take that as his gesture for you to move and start grinding your hips against his.

“Been waiting so long,” he hisses. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t know why you always gotta tease me.”

“Taehyung,” You choke out. “Oh, f-fuck━”

“That’s it, baby girl. Doing so well,” Taehyung grunts as your walls quiver around him. He starts grinding into you, rough snaps of his hips sending you jolting forward each time. “Gonna take my dick like a good girl?”

“Y-Yes━ God, want it so bad,” You cry out. “Give it to me harder, please, Taehyung━”

He gladly obliges, quickening his pace until he’s slamming his hips into yours in thrusts that tremble you to the core. Tears begin to prick at your eyes at the glorious sensation, your cunt throbbing with each thrust. You’re so wet, he almost slips from your walls each time he rolls his hips into yours.

“Fuck━ Want you to ride me,” he rasps at some point. “Show me how your pussy belongs to me. Can you do that for me?”

You nod blindly. You try not to whine at the sudden loss of contact when he pulls out of you, the tip of his cock glistening with both of your leaking cum mingling together, the sticky strands pulling apart midair as he fumbles. Soon, he has you straddling his lap, sinking onto his dick once more. You grip his shoulders this time, bouncing on him as he buries his face in your chest.

A sudden thought has him groaning aloud. “Your brother’s gonna fucking hate me.”

“I thought he said you talked things over,” You gasp. “That everything’s okay.”

“I don’t mean that,” Taehyung’s head rolls back, eyes squeezing shut. “He’s gonna murder me if he ever catches us like this.”

“Think he knows it happens by now,” You giggle. You moan when you drop your hips on him completely, swiveling around his dick.

“Still don’t think that means he wants to see us making love on the couch in your apartment. Not gonna be able to keep my hands off of you,” Taehyung points out. Then, adding hastily, “Fuck it. Can we not talk about your brother? It’s killing the mood.”

Another delightful chuckle bubbles from your lips though it’s quick to dissolve into a splintered cry as his dick angles upwards into you.

Your back arches until your chest is pressed against his. It’s almost embarrassing how fast the two of you become complete shambles, a sticky mess forming between your legs. It comes to that point where you don’t care about being careful and where you decide to adopt such a reckless pace, fucking yourself on him, your breasts bouncing wildly before him. Taehyung moans and eagerly latches his mouth on one of your breasts, sucking hard.

“Taehyung,” You whine. “I’m not gonna last.”

He hums against you, pulling you closer to his mouth and chest and wrapping you in his heat, as if to urge you on. Your mewls and whimpers ring in Taehyung’s ears as beautiful sounding as the music that plays in the background. You begin to give out, your tiredness mingling with the intensity of pleasure, and you collapse against Taehyung’s chest, huffing for air. He quickly replaces your efforts, grabbing your hips tightly and plummeting his upwards into yours so hard that you feel each thrust shake you to the core. You know you’ll have bruises in the morning but you don’t mind. You’re leaning entirely against Taehyung now, your arms wrapping around his neck, as cries of his name and choked whimpers continue to tear from your throat and mouth.

“F-Fuck!” You cry. “Taehyung, faster━ oh my god, please━”

Your pleas drown out when one long moan escapes you. You can feel the muscles in your core tighten and loosen in a constant battle that has your head swimming in a good way, your heart pounding in your chest. Taehyung grits his teeth, focusing on bringing you to your high, and, before you are able to even comprehend what’s happening, you’re toppling over the edge. You’re still on top of Taehyung, whimpering profusely and crying his name in a beautiful mantra as your high shakes you from head to toe.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby,” Taehyung hisses. “Cum for me. Cream all over my dick. You love it, don’t you? Love having me fill you up like this?”

“Yes, oh my god, Tae, yes━ faster, please━”

Taehyung obliges, sweat forming on his forehead. He feels you squeeze around him so tight that he fumbles for a second, sputtering for air. Then, he feels your cum pulsate out of you, leaking down his length. You’re instantly floating up high with the stars, relishing in your high and the way Taehyung rides it out as he also fights for his own sweet release. As your hips come to a stutter, he grips at your waist and pummels his dick up into your aching pussy.

His tongue continues to lav lazily at your jawline and, by the time he reaches his own high, you are beginning to cringe from the sensitivity. Yet, you hold on, pushing away the slight sting as you help coax him to his high, squeezing your muscles around him. He cums moments later, releasing into you warm and wet, crying your name.

“Fuck, Y/N━ Gonna fill you up, baby, just how you like it━”

He rams his hips up into yours for one final effort, shuddering in elation as his cock twitches every last drop of cum from it. Then, both breathless and panting, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, you slump against his chest, resting your forehead against his. The car instantly goes silent and the foreground music that was the radio comes to once more. You listen to the soft lyrics as the two of you bask in the afterglow of sex and he kisses you all over.

You don’t know how much time passes as the two of you lay there, his hands rubbing comforting circles on your hips as your own fingers trace the tattoos that ink his skin.

“You know━” Taehyung speaks up eventually, his voice a low mumble. “Gonna be extra hard not to be late getting to gigs now.”

“Uh oh.” You roll your eyes. “Think we’ve got all the time in the world now for sex, Tae.”

Taehyung grins. “I was thinking more about the fact that I’m not gonna want to get out of bed in the morning, whenever you fall asleep beside me.”

Your heart swells at his confession and you peck his cheek quickly before burying your face in the crook of his neck. It’s his own serenade of sorts, his small promise in the backseat of his car, that makes it all okay in the end.

“And,” Taehyung admits cheekily this time, “knowing we don’t have to keep us a secret anymore, even to ourselves━ I'm definitely not gonna be able to keep my hands off of you now.”

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The passions of morning

Julieta and Agustín start their day in the best way possible

Smut lovers, come get y’all juice! It’s just smut, that’s all there is to it. Absolutely no plot whatsoever. Have fun

Also on ao3 if anyone wants to read it there

A shiver went down Julieta’s spine when she felt a cold hand land on her stomach. She placed her own on top of it, weaved their fingers together. His hand was so much larger than hers, but that didn’t matter.

As she moved back to press his back against him, trying to get some more warmth, she felt a very obvious bulge against her lower back.

“Gus?” she asked, trying to get herself more awake.

She was met by a groan. And when she turned her head to look at him she saw that he seemed to be almost asleep still. Suddenly she struggled to hold back a grin.

A glance at the clock that stood on her nightstand told her that it was still a while until she had to get up and start preparing for the day. Absolutely perfect.

She turned fully in his arms, delighted to feel how he instinctively bucked his hips against her at the friction.

“¿Mi amor?” she said softly.

Once again Agustín merely groaned. She had to take further measures.

Slowly she left a trail of kisses down his face, starting by his forehead and going down his cheek to his jaw. Finally she pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Good morning” he mumbled, opening his eyes.

It only takes a spark to light a fire. And meeting his gaze, seeing his sleepy smile, lit a wildfire in Julieta. It was like a red-hot wave washed over her, setting every little part of her aflame. Maybe she should have been embarrassed about how little he had to do to drive her a little crazy with lust for him, but she couldn’t bring herself to be. She liked it.

“It is a good morning indeed” she responded, slowly moving her hand over his chest. “Tell me, did you dream anything special?”

A sheepish grin appeared on his face, paired with a matching blush. He turned his face away from her.

“Nah, not really” he said.

Now that wouldn’t do at all.

Julieta frowned as she let her hand go further down his chest, but she stopped herself at his stomach. She slid her hand in underneath his shirt and splayed her fingers out over his bare skin. She had to fight the smile at how he let out a soft sigh at the contact not very far away from his length.

“Do you want to change your answer?” she asked.

“I dreamed about you” he said so quickly he almost stumbled over the words.

“Very good, lover boy.”

She pushed his shirt up and placed a kiss on his stomach, right where her hand had been.

“Tell me more” she said, looking up at him.

While she waited for his answer she fiddled with the waistband of his trousers, but avoiding the place where he wanted her to be.

There was nothing Julieta enjoyed more than seeing his heated face as he looked for words. It was more exciting than any drug, more intoxicating than the strongest of wines. She felt almost drunk, but her mind was clear. She had a plan, and she would follow through with it.

“Why don’t I show you instead?” Agustín said, raising one eyebrow.

“No, I want you to tell me.”

He looked at her, silent, trying to have his way.

Julieta merely rolled her eyes and sat up. She undid the end of her braid and began brushing her hair out with her fingers. Her dark curls flowing down over her shoulders and framing her face. She could feel her husband’s eyes on her, but she ignored him. Looked at the wall instead, as she kept running her fingers through her hair.

“Why are you torturing me?” Agustín said after a while.

“That’s what happens when you don’t obey, my darling.”

There was another moment of silence, then the aching for her touch seemed to outweigh the want to win.

“We were in the kitchen” he began. “I think we had just cleaned up after dinner.”

“Go on.”

She moved closer to him again in encouragement.

“And you kissed me, and–“

He interrupted himself with a sharp intake of breath as she cupped him through his trousers.

“And?” she said softly, raising her eyebrows.

“You–uhm, you pulled me close. Which–“

Once more his words trailed off, that time because she had moved her hand under his trousers and his underpants. She wrapped her fingers around his already hard cock, took a moment to take in the surge of arousal that shot through her at the feeling.

She shifted into a different position so that she would get at least some small pressure against her core. Otherwise she wouldn’t be able to keep the attention off herself for much longer.

“Go on.”

“I don’t really remember, but you pleasured me with your mouth.”

“Good boy” she praised. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? Of course you’re getting your reward anyway.”

Before he could say anything she pulled his trousers down to reveal him, and then lowered her head to take him in her mouth. Letting her hair down had been very impractical, but she knew how much he liked it. And he had deserved that.

At first she only took the tip, slowly running her tongue over it. She tasted him and revelled in the sounds he made as she did so. His moans spurred her on and it wasn’t long before she moved further down, taking more off him into her mouth every time she moved her head up and down.

At times she could forget just how much she liked pleasuring him. How much she liked giving him what he wanted, how much she liked hearing how he enjoyed it. And how he was completely at her mercy while she did it.

“Oh fuck” he exclaimed, gripping her hair.

She noticed how he fought to not buck his hips up so that he wouldn’t gag her. Always so considerate. As if she wasn’t an expert at that point.

She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock and then took him as deep as she could, sucking her cheeks in around him.

“Julieta, I’m– I’m close.”

It only took a few more moments before he came. Spilling his seed in the back of her throat in short spurs. She could taste the salt, but she could also taste success. The reward really outweighed the work.

Julieta sat up straight again, letting her tongue run over her somewhat swollen lips. Trying to gather every little hint of his taste that lingered.

“Ay Dios, Juli” Agustín panted. “You’re killing me.”

He looked even more ruffled than he had been before.

“And I enjoyed every second of it” she hummed.

It was hard not to feel smug when she could let her gaze run over the mess of a man she had created using only her mouth and one hand. Julieta loved the effect she had on her husband.

She could have lingered there forever, just watching his chest rise and fall as he tried to slow his breathing. Seeing him fight to compose himself. What a blessed sight. Unfortunately there was not enough time to take it all in.

She left the bed, leaving him to recover on his own. The floor was cold against her bare feet after she had spent so long in the warm bed. So quickly she made her way over to the chair in front of her dressing table and pulled her feet up underneath her.

Before she had even lifted her hairbrush to get some control over her hair she saw through the mirror how he also pushed himself up and looked at her, thoroughly confused.

“Are we done already?”

“Don’t be too greedy, mi vida” Julieta chuckled, beginning to run the hairbrush through her hair.

“I’m always greedy for you.”

It was hard to deny how that sentence affected her. The way he said it as if it was one of the laws of nature, as if that was just the way of things. He was greedy for her.

“Then come over here and have what you desire.”

She stayed seated right where she was, made no effort to move. Instead had him come to her. She kept her focus on her hair, even as she heard him move across the room on his way towards her.

Which was a mistake on her part as that allowed him to swiftly scoop her up in his arms before she could protest it.

“This is not what I told you to do” she said firmly as he walked back to the bed.

“I know, but I want mi reina hermosa to be comfortable” he said as he put her down at the edge of the bed. “Es muy importante.”

She couldn’t claim to be terribly upset about it as she laid back against the soft mattress and Agustín kneeled before her.

“Make me comfortable” she sighed as he ran his hands up her thighs to get her nightgown out of the way. “Give Mami what she deserves.”

Unbearably slowly he trailed kisses up her thigh. Kissed and bit and sucked. She had nothing against him marking her, she enjoyed the feeling and loved seeing the marks afterwards. Even as she became sore it was a pleasant reminder of Agustín’s skill with his tongue.

She could feel that her smallclothes were already soaked, it was almost embarrassing. Or, well, it would have been if she hadn’t been so distracted by the need that was building in her body. Julieta was aching with it, her core was throbbing.

“Agustín” she almost growled.

No more words were necessary, he was perfectly aware of what it was she wanted. And needed.

With practiced hands he swiftly pulled her smallclothes down her legs before devouring her. Torturing her with his tongue and his lips. A very sweet torture.

The morning was alive with the moans and sighs that escaped her lips as Agustín ran his tongue through her wetness.

Julieta let her eyes drift closed and narrowed her world to the feeling in her body. She felt almost electric, buzzing. Every nerve in her was alight and singing with pleasure.

Not long thereafter her world exploded in stars. That intense warmth that washed over her, took her under. It was a relief, as well as the most wonderful thing she had ever felt. The tingling that went all through her body, all the way from her core to the tips of her fingers. She never wanted it to end, she never wanted to return to reality. She could spend the rest of her days wrapped in the fluffy clouds of satisfaction, she did not mind in the least.

Agustín gently took her through her high, let her down once it was over. For a while all she could do was lie there and breathe while her heartbeat slowed down.

“Was that to your liking, mi amor ?” she heard Agustín say.

Slowly she sat up and opened her eyes, looked at the man kneeling before her through the haze that had hold of her brain.

“You have been very good for me” she promised, running a hand through his hair.

Through the corner of her eye she could see the clock and then she sighed for a reason completely unrelated to Agustín. How could do much time have just disappeared?

“What bothers you?”

“I have a family to feed.”

He also looked at the clock then and she saw the disappointment on his face when he realised what the time was. It was easy to forget in the heat of the moment that most of the time they couldn’t put their own fun first. Remembering that fact was as unpleasant every time.

“So unfortunately we’ll have to stop for now” she continued, leaning down so that her face was so close to his that their noses almost touched. “I’m not done with you for today, though.”

Agustín kissed the tip of her nose.

“I’m looking forward to it already.”