#out of the closet and into the streets!!!!

[faylvrs]

holding you , holding me ✿ bllk men

﹒postscript : when they realise they’re in love, with you. ɞ‎ feat. nagi, reo, rin, karasu, shidou, sae, kaiser ɞ‎ cw fem reader in a few, banter, suggestive

nagi realises he’s in love with you when the late night calls start getting more frequent. he had started craving your presence more and more. hell, he felt lovesick.

“what a hassle..” nagi’s head flops against the bed sheets, his gaze constantly shifting to his phone to see if you’ve replied to his text yet.

the nagi waiting for your texts? not to mention texting first, call a man whipped!

”i only take a few second’s to reply..” nagi picks up his phone again, grumbling when his notifications are empty. if he replies as soon as you do, why do you have to spend the next 3 decades replying back?

nagi’s usually the one who replies and then logs on minecraft for hours. him replying in mere seconds at your texts—you’re definitely special. very special in his eyes, oh. there’s something else that caught his eyes.

nagi’s phone lit up with a notification, from you.

sure! it’s a date then :))

cool, :x. 7PM?

reo realies he’s in love with you when his pockets really start to hurt.

i mean really. he’s been spoiling you relentlessly for the past few weeks. even if you insist you don’t need a new shirt, by tomorrow your closet is filled with them.

you just can’t seem to escape his mind. whenever he walks by the street and spots a store, his first thought goes to you, that maybe you’d like this. that maybe he should buy it for you—of course he will.

“you know.” reo smiles at you as you try on the new necklace he bought for you. “i booked a dinner for us, just us.”

“oh?” you hum, still struggling with the hook. “can you help me?”

“sure.” he’s more than happy to help you hook your necklace—a chance to put his hands on you? he’ll take it gladly.

“so about that dinner..” his hands swiftly clasp your necklace around your neck. “are you coming or what?”

“i don’t know… the mikage reo taking me out?” you grin up at him. “im a little shy.”

you and reo laugh soundly, well, looks like you’ve got a date tonight.

rin couldn’t believe it.

he’s in love with you, playback—he’s in love.

it started off with smaller details, like how he would leave his soccer practice or gym earlier than usual to see you. and also how his messages app slowly started to become his most used app.

soccer wasn’t everything anymore, he had you too now.

“don’t make me waste money on this lukewarm shit ever again.” rin gruffed as he watched you sip the drink he had bought you from the convenience store earlier.

normally, he’d never waste his money on some useless milkshake from the store, that’s not even good for your body. but seeing you contentedly gulp at the fresh taste of your drink, he can’t seem to hold himself back.

“give me some.”

the words slip out of his tongue before he can control them.

“you wanna try?” well he’s definitely colored you surprised now. “come here then, rinnie.”

rin could feel his face slightly heat up at the nickname. he scoots closer to you, snatching the drink from your hand with no warning.

“hey!” you glare at him as he drinks the entire thing in one gulp, definitely not what you anticipated. “that was mine, you were supposed to take a sip.” you huff at him.

rin only rolls his eyes. “i paid for it. ill buy you a new one later.” your eyes sparkle at his words.

“fine, you win.” you smile. “im going to get going before you become grumpy and tell me to shoo.” you give him a teasing wink, about to get up from his couch when suddenly he grabs your arm.

“wait.” he grits his teeth, biting back words. “don’t go.”

“rin?”

“just, don’t.”

“you missed me, huh?” karasu smirks. he had his hair down, for once not put up with an insane amount of gel—karasu in all his glory.

“i didn’t.” you huff at him. “you look even uglier with your hair down.”

“yer’ comparing my beauty to your birds nest?” karasu crosses his arms, leaning against the door.

“oh, we can see them split ends girl.” you roll your eyes.

karasu has always loved bantering with you, but nowadays, it seems as if his heart has been telling him thats not the only reason his heartbeat speeds up whenever he’s around you.

he loves bantering with you, he loves you.

there’s a prolonged silence, karasu’s anticipating if he should say what he’s about to say. he usually isn’t this nervous—you’re the exception to that.

“you think you wanna go out sometime, yeah?” it’s the way his sharp eyes soften that makes your heart start doing flips.

“yeah, i do.”

there’s a moment of comfortable silence, your brain ingraving the memory in the back of your head. which of course, quickly gets ruined by his cocky smirk. he wasn’t the best at dealing with these moments

“even y’can’t resist my charm.” karasu sticks his tongue out at you. “ill pick you up at 9.”

“you… get back here!”

shidou could feel a wide grin on his face as he read your message—“sure, i’d love to go sky diving with you!”

anybody would of said that is a crazy idea for a first date, but you? you can say you definitely match his freak.

his heart explodes into a burst of enthusiasm whenever you’re around him. he can feel a rush of serotonin whenever you accidentally brush your hands against his.

oh he was so in love. he is definitely wifing you up when you deploy the parachute- how could he not when he feels like he’s going to explode with all these bottled up feelings.

he in fact had a very disappointed pout on his face when you said it was far too soon for marriage, so what if you’re not dating yet? you can start now!

your betrayal will not be forgotten. but hey, he can try again next year.

sae realised he’s in love with you when you started becoming an avid figure in his daily routine.

it was like muscle memory for him to wake up and check for your good morning text, never failing to emit an amused scoff from his lips.

of course, he acknowledged the fact that he was in love with you. but would he dare entertain the thought and risk the beloved friendship you already have? never.

“nobody’s looking.”

this was dangerous. he has you trapped against the wall in the locker room, his lips tantalisingly close to yours. he wasn’t suppose to be doing this—but how could he resist when you came to see him at practice?

“sae…we can’t here.” you try to be rational, but your breathing is just as heavy as his.

“just shut-“

footsteps. someone was coming. sae pushes you away behind a locker so nobody see’s you, leaning against the wall nonchalantly.

maybe next time he’ll get you.

kaiser took some time to notice his feelings, but even he started getting self conscious of all the excuses he started making to touch you, and the flirting was starting to cross a few boundaries as well.

maybe he’s just lust-driven, that’s all he thought for a while. he chose to distance himself, and you didn’t miss the change in his behaviour.

he thought distancing himself would help ease his feelings.. not make them worse.

he can feel his heart throbbing, mind full with only thoughts of you—is it love or is it lust?

he doesn’t know, he’s never felt like this before. what even is love? thats stupid.

“hey.” he smirks, grasping your hand, a habit of his by now. “what are you up to, schatz?” the light-hearted pet name rolls off his tongue smoothly.

“michael.” you look at him, eyes widening a little. “i haven’t seen you in forever.” his expression slightly wavers at that.

“oh i’ve been.. busy.” he lies, smiling. the truth is, he hasn’t been busy at all. he’s been avoiding you, you and your precious smile.

“its okay.” you pat his shoulder. “i just missed you.”

“i missed you too.” he blurts out unknowingly, slightly flinching at what he said. “i’ve been avoiding you.” he confesses.

your eyebrow’s slightly raise at that. “…why?”

“because.. i don’t know.”

your hands hesitantly reach out. you knew how he was about physical touch, but maybe just this once he needs it.

he bents down a little, his face hitting your shoulder as he reciprocated your hug.

“Ich liebe dich.”

apologies, some parts aren’t as long as the others. i got lazy ( and have favorites… ✌️) only 7 chrc bc i had no ideas for isagi

[kidcorecatholic]

Y’know, it’s getting real tiring seeing all the study aesthetic accounts post the same things over and over. Overpriced planners, fancy equipment, delicate literature, cliché quotes, diluted palettes.

Show me the broke students. Show me the ones whose stress isn’t conventionally attractive. Show me the dollar tree notebooks and 10+ year old technology that can barely run the bare essentials. Show me the beat up books with cheap post-its and neon yellow highlighter. Show me the cramped closet or kitchen table you use. Show me the unfiltered pictures from that old phone you’ve never upgraded.

Show me what academia really is. Put the color in the picture, the vibrancy of personal drive when everyone around you fits in a monochrome pinterest board.

I’ll give my own example.

I’m disabled and currently unemployed so getting a degree is not quite the picture yet. I have a passion for theology, so over the years I’ve collected all my media from places like goodwill or garage sales. I communicate on discord, not zoom or linkedin. I mend my decade-old clothes when years of laundering thins and tears the fabric.

This is my study spot. In a place with roommates where the attention has to be shared, I’ve made my room my safe corner, where I can hide away from the stress of small-talk and pour my heart into my love of knowledge.

I cook my cheap meals and I clean my living space and I have trouble sleeping over the whys in life, looking out the window at the brown November street corner. Takeout is a luxury, friends are few but fond, and my notes would get more comments than likes on social media.

I know you’re out there. Let’s be friends!

[kentobb]

hiromi higuruma x female secretary (AU).

chapter 07 > chapter 09

chapter 08

The warm rays of the Saturday morning sun filtered through your curtains, gently waking you from your sleep. You stretched lazily, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. After a long week at work, the peaceful morning was a welcome reprieve. As you reached for your phone on the nightstand, you saw a notification: your paycheck had been deposited.

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling the tension in your chest ease slightly. “Finally,” you muttered to yourself, grateful to be able to restock your fridge and cupboards. After a quick breakfast and a cup of hot chocolate, you threw on some comfortable clothes and headed out to the nearby supermarket.

The streets were alive with the buzz of weekend activity. Families bustled about, couples strolled hand in hand, and the occasional street musician filled the air with cheerful tunes. When you reached the supermarket, you grabbed a cart and began navigating the aisles.

You carefully picked out fresh vegetables, fruits, rice, and some snacks for the week. Passing by the canned goods section, you grabbed a few staples, then moved to the dairy aisle for eggs and milk. The smell of freshly baked bread tempted you, so you added a warm loaf to your cart. At the checkout, the total wasn’t as bad as you had feared, and you silently thanked yourself for sticking to your list.

With two bags of groceries in hand, you walked back to your apartment. The bags were heavier than you had expected, and you found yourself switching them from one hand to the other every few blocks. As you neared your building, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

You placed the bags down for a moment and pulled out your phone. The screen lit up with the name “Utahime,” and you smiled softly before answering.

“Hey!” you greeted her, your tone immediately sweet and cheerful.

“Finally, you picked up,” she teased, her voice filled with faux annoyance. “What are you up to?”

“Just got some groceries,” you said, glancing at the bags on the ground. “What about you?”

“Oh, you know, just trying to survive,” she said dramatically. “Anyway, I have a question!”

“What’s up?” you asked, already knowing she was about to rope you into something.

“Do you want to come to the club with me tonight?” she asked eagerly.

You let out a small laugh. “Utahime, you know that’s not really my thing.”

“Come on,” she begged, her voice taking on a playful whine. “I really want to go out and have fun! Please? For me?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips. “You’re impossible.”

“That’s a yes, right?” she asked, her excitement already bubbling over.

“I don’t even know what to wear,” you said, trying to deflect. “I don’t have anything for a club.”

“Then wear something sexy!” she said, as if it were the simplest solution in the world.

“Sexy?” you repeated, your cheeks instantly warming. “I don’t really dress like that…”

“Which is exactly why you should,” she argued. “Step out of your comfort zone a little! Something revealing, something fun!”

You sighed, glancing at your reflection in a nearby shop window as you picked up your grocery bags again. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

“But you love me for it,” she said confidently.

You smiled despite yourself. “Fine. Be at my apartment at nine, and we’ll see what happens.”

“Yes!” she screamed into the phone, her excitement loud enough to make you pull the phone away from your ear. “I’ll see you at nine!”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said with a small laugh. “See you then.”

After putting away your groceries, you decided that if you were really going to let Utahime drag you to the club, you at least needed something appropriate to wear. The clothes in your closet, consisting mostly of work blouses and sensible pants, definitely weren’t going to cut it. With a deep breath, you stepped into a small boutique that you had passed a few times but never dared to enter.

The moment you walked in, you felt overwhelmed. The racks were lined with bold, glittering dresses, sequins catching the light like tiny stars. Tight leather skirts hung next to sheer tops that left nothing to the imagination. There were colors everywhere—reds, metallics, jewel tones—and all of it screamed confidence you weren’t sure you had.

As you wandered aimlessly, a friendly-looking shop assistant approached you with a bright smile. She had a name tag that read Mika.

“Hi there! Need any help?” she asked, her tone warm and cheerful.

You gave her an awkward smile, already feeling out of place. “Uh, yeah. I definitely do.”

“Great! What’s the occasion?” she asked, clasping her hands together.

You hesitated before admitting, “It’s… my first time going to a club.”

Her eyes lit up with excitement, and she gave you a little squeal of delight. “Oh my gosh, your first clubbing experience? This is huge! We have to find you something perfect!”

Before you could say anything else, she grabbed your hand and started leading you through the store. “Okay, so we’re going sexy but not over-the-top, right? Something that says, ‘I’m here to have fun,’ but also, ‘I’m not trying too hard.’”

“Sure?” you said, feeling completely out of your depth.

She pulled out a dress and held it up to you. It was a sleek, black mini dress with a halter neckline that tied behind the neck, leaving your shoulders bare. The fabric had a subtle shimmer to it, enough to catch the light without being overly flashy. It hugged the mannequin’s figure in all the right places but flared out just slightly at the hem, giving it a flirty vibe.

“This,” she declared confidently, holding the dress in front of you. “This is it. Classic black, flattering on literally everyone, and it’s perfect for a first time at a club. What do you think?”

You stared at the dress, then at her, then back at the dress. “It’s… really pretty,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“And it’s going to look amazing on you,” she said firmly, handing it to you.

“I don’t know about amazing…” you mumbled, already feeling a blush creep up your neck.

“Oh, trust me,” Mika said, giving you a wink. “Amazing. Now, let’s get you some shoes.”

She led you over to the shoe section and immediately picked out a pair of black strappy heels with a delicate ankle strap. They weren’t too tall, but they had enough of a heel to give you a little height and make your legs look longer.

“These are perfect,” she said, handing them to you. “Not too intimidating for a first-timer, but they’ll still make you feel like a total goddess.”

You looked at the shoes, then back at her. “I feel like I’m going to fall on my face.”

She laughed, her genuine amusement making you smile despite yourself. “That’s what the ankle strap is for! Trust me, you’ll be fine. Just take small steps and pretend you’re walking on a straight line. Easy peasy.”

You nodded, still feeling a bit unsure, but her enthusiasm was contagious. As you held the dress and shoes, Mika placed a hand on your shoulder and gave you an encouraging smile. “You’re going to look absolutely stunning. And you’re going to have so much fun. Just don’t overthink it, okay?”

“Thanks,” you said, feeling a little more at ease.

“Anytime,” she replied. “Now, go knock ‘em dead!”

As you headed to the register, you couldn’t help but feel a little excited. Sure, this wasn’t your usual scene, but maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. With Mika’s confidence behind you and Utahime’s insistence waiting at home, you were starting to think that stepping out of your comfort zone might just be worth it.

At exactly 9 PM, there was a knock at your door. You quickly glanced at the mirror one last time before opening it to Utahime’s arrival. The moment the door swung open, her jaw practically hit the floor.

“Oh. My. God.” She looked you up and down, eyes wide with disbelief. “Who are you, and what did you do with my friend?”

You shifted awkwardly, smoothing the hem of your black dress. “What? Is it bad?”

Utahime grabbed your hands and pulled you forward, spinning you around like you were her personal Barbie doll. “Bad? Are you kidding me? You look amazing. Look at you! The dress, the heels, the hair—wait, did you do your hair?!”

You blushed furiously, tugging at the neckline of your dress. “I just followed a tutorial, okay? Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“A big deal?” she repeated dramatically, hands flying to her chest as if she were about to faint. “Honey, you’ve leveled up. If we were in a video game, you’d be at the boss fight stage. I am so proud of you right now.”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “I knew this was a bad idea.”

“It’s the best idea you’ve ever had,” she countered, grabbing your arm and practically dragging you out the door. “Come on, the club awaits.”

Utahime called a taxi, giving the driver the address of the club with an air of excitement you couldn’t quite match. As the car pulled up to the venue, your anxiety spiked. The line outside the club stretched halfway down the block, filled with people who all looked like they had stepped out of a fashion magazine.

“Uh, Utahime,” you said hesitantly, peering out the window. “How are we supposed to get in? That line looks like it’s going to take hours.”

She waved you off with a confident smirk. “Relax. I know someone who knows someone.”

You stared at her, deadpan. “You know someone who knows someone?”

“Yep.”

“And this someone is going to get us into one of the most exclusive clubs in the city?”

“Exactly,” she said, her confidence unwavering.

You leaned back against the seat, letting out a long sigh. “I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?”

“Probably,” she replied with a grin, paying the driver as the taxi stopped.

Once you were out of the car, Utahime grabbed your hand and marched straight to the front of the line. You followed her reluctantly, feeling the judgmental stares of the people waiting in line burn into your back.

At the entrance stood a massive, stone-faced bouncer who looked like he hadn’t smiled since the day he was born. Utahime walked right up to him and crossed her arms confidently.

“Utahime,” she said, tilting her head slightly.

The bouncer raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “And?”

“And this is my plus one,” she added, gesturing toward you.

Before you could even introduce yourself, the bouncer rolled his eyes and stepped aside. “Go ahead.”

As Utahime dragged you inside, you muttered, “I can’t believe that actually worked.”

“See?” she said smugly. “You’ve got to have faith.”

The moment you stepped inside the club, you were hit by a wall of sound. The bass from the speakers was so loud you could feel it in your chest, and the air was thick with the smell of sweat, alcohol, and overpriced cologne. The place was packed, with people dancing, laughing, and shouting to be heard over the music.

You immediately felt overwhelmed. “How do people even breathe in here?”

“It’s part of the experience,” Utahime shouted back, grabbing your hand before you could turn and bolt. “Come on, I want you to meet someone!”

She pulled you through the crowd until you reached a corner where a tall man with long black hair was standing, holding a drink in one hand and looking entirely too relaxed.

“Geto!” Utahime called out, waving.

The man turned and smiled warmly when he saw her. “Utahime, you made it. And who’s this?”

“This,” Utahime said, pulling you forward, “is my best friend. She’s a club virgin.”

You gave him a sheepish wave. “Uh, hi.”

Geto chuckled, his voice smooth and easygoing. “A first-timer, huh? Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you. It’s not as scary as it looks.”

You glanced around at the flashing lights, the sea of people, and the bartender juggling bottles at the bar. “I’m not so sure about that.”

“Trust me,” he said with a wink. “You’ll survive. Now, first round’s on me.”

“Wait, I don’t really drink that much,” you started to say, but Utahime cut you off.

“Tonight, you do,” she said firmly, pulling you toward the bar.

You sighed, realizing there was no way out of this. The bartender slid three shot glasses across the counter, filled to the brim with something amber-colored that smelled faintly of gasoline.

“To your first time,” Geto said, raising his glass.

“To your first time,” Utahime echoed, grinning.

You hesitated before raising your glass. “To my first time,” you muttered, clinking glasses with them.

The three of you downed the shots, and you immediately regretted it. Your throat burned like you’d swallowed fire, and you let out a small cough, your eyes watering.

“Oh my God, what was that? Battery acid?” you gasped, fanning your face.

Geto laughed. “That, my friend, was tequila.”

“Tequila is evil,” you declared, setting the glass down with a grimace.

“You’ll get used to it,” Utahime said, patting your back.

As you recovered, Geto’s attention shifted to someone across the room. He let out a low whistle. “Now, he’s hot.”

You turned to see who he was talking about, and for a brief moment, your heart skipped a beat. The man with the piercing blue eyes and silver hair looked oddly familiar.

But before you could place him, the tequila hit, and you decided it must be your imagination. Shrugging it off, you turned back to Utahime, letting her and Geto carry the conversation while you tried to adjust to the chaos around you.

Higuruma stood on the balcony of his penthouse, a lit cigarette resting between his fingers. The city stretched out before him, glittering in the night. The noise of the world below was distant, almost peaceful, as he exhaled a slow stream of smoke. It was one of the few moments in his day where he allowed himself to pause.

Then his phone started ringing.

He glanced at it with a frown, noting the name flashing on the screen: Gojo Satoru.

With a sigh of pure annoyance, he let it ring until it stopped. But as soon as the screen went dark, it lit up again. Same name. Same infuriating persistence.

Grinding his teeth, Higuruma swiped to answer. “What do you want, Gojo?”

The sound of blaring club music assaulted his ears, followed by Gojo’s obnoxiously cheerful voice yelling, “Where are you?!”

Higuruma pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m at my house,” he said coldly.

“You’re what?” Gojo hollered, his voice crackling through the chaos of the music. “Man, I thought you’d be at the club by now!”

Higuruma’s brow twitched. “Why,” he said icily, “would I be at a club?”

“Because your secretary is here!” Gojo teased, his tone dripping with mischief.

Higuruma’s heart skipped a beat. “Stop lying.”

“I’m not lying,” Gojo sang back, clearly enjoying himself. “She’s here. She’s with two friends. One’s a chick, the other’s this hot dude with long hair.”

Higuruma narrowed his eyes, suspicion rising. “You’re making this up.”

“Oh, am I?” Gojo’s voice was maddeningly smug. “She’s wearing a little black dress that’s, uh—let’s just say, distracting. And heels. Didn’t know she had those legs, Higuruma. Damn.”

Higuruma’s grip on the phone tightened, and for a brief second, he considered hurling it off the balcony. His jaw clenched as an unfamiliar knot of anger churned in his chest. “You’re full of it.”

“Am I?” Gojo countered. “Come find out. You can glare at me in person if I’m lying.”

“I’m not—”

“Oh, gotta go! Drinks are here!” Gojo interrupted. “See ya soon, Mr. Professional!”

Higuruma opened his mouth to retort, but Gojo hung up.

For a moment, Higuruma stood frozen, the cigarette burning idly between his fingers. He stared out at the city, his mind racing. The idea of you, at a club, dressed like that, with Gojo of all people… It didn’t sit well with him. At all.

Without another word, he turned back into his penthouse, grabbed his coat, and slammed the door behind him.

At the club, Gojo was lounging near the bar, thoroughly enjoying himself. He nursed his drink with one hand, the other tapping idly against the counter to the rhythm of the music. Across the room, his attention snagged on a striking man with long black hair standing with a small group.

Geto.

Gojo’s interest piqued immediately. He tilted his head, pretending to stretch, just to get a better look.

Geto, catching the movement, glanced his way. Their eyes met.

Gojo smirked, lifting his glass in a mock toast.

Geto raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a small, amused smile.

Gojo’s grin widened, and he winked.

Geto chuckled, taking a sip of his drink, his gaze lingering for just a second longer than necessary.

“Well, hello there,” Gojo murmured to himself, thoroughly entertained. If Higuruma did show up, this night was shaping up to be far more interesting than expected.

[swrkn]

can you please make 'theres only one bed' scenario with sabbath crew? thank you sm (^_^ ♡)

𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐃 ?

Sabbath crew (individual) x g/n reader

Genre ; sfw (?)

Author note ; Hii of course i can without any problem, Im sorry Vinny is not in this one because it would have been too long for me :(

You had a race during a storm that finished a little too late, so you decided to stay in a hotel close to you for the night, only to discover there is only a room left, with a single bed…

𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑 ( 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐔𝐍 )

"You've got to be kidding me." were the only words you could find to say.

"I'm really sorry," the receptionist added quickly.

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "No, no. This can't— Is there anywhere else? A couch? A closet? A broom cupboard?"

The receptionist shook her head apologetically. "Afraid not."

Joker crossed his arms, a little embarrassed by this situation. "Hey, It's just one night, we can manage to make it work."

You shot him a look. "One night? One night with you in the same room?"

"Unless you'd rather sleep in the street."

For a moment, you genuinely considered it. Then the memory of the freezing temperatures outside made you groan in defeat.

"Fine. We'll share the room," you said, glaring at him. "But there are rules. You stay on your side and everything."

“I wasn’t planning to go on yours”

“Perfect than it’s settled, let’s just go to sleep.” It was a really exhausting race, and the only thing you two wanted, was going to sleep.

…

During the night, Joker noticed you were freezing, and that because of that, you couldn’t sleep.

“Are you cold ?” He simply says

“I’m okay, thanks for asking.” Actually, you were not, you were just too proud to admit it.

“Turn over, on your other side” As he says that, you could feel his hand on your shoulder.

The mattress sinks behind you, and you could suddenly feel his warm chest against your back

“Are you feeling better now ?” As he said this, you could feel his warm breath behind you hear

“Yeah…thank you..” you managed to say.

“You shouldn’t try to sleep now, we have another race tomorrow” he says, his voice fading away a little, sign that he was staring to fall asleep.

Maybe after all, this night wasn’t gonna be that bad.

𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐊 𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐍

The clerk handed over the key with a sheepish smile. “Apologies for the confusion, but it seems we only have one room left. And, uh… it’s got a single bed.”

You glanced at the clerk, then at Hyuk. “That’s fine with you ?”

“As long as i can sleep, i don’t see a problem.” Hyuk simply says, with his usual calm behaviour.

Hyuk grabbed the key before you could. “Guess it’s a good thing neither of us snores, huh?”

You shrugged. “Yeah, works for me.”

He pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was small but neat, the single bed pushed up against the far wall. You tossed your things onto the floor and flopped into the chair by the window.

“You taking the left or the right side?” You asked, already pulling off your jacket.

“Doesn’t matter,” he said. “Just stay on your side, and we’re good.”

“Deal.”

The room settled into a comfortable silence, the kind that came easily between two people who didn’t feel the need to overthink things. You leaned back, watching as Hyuk unpacked a phone charger and stretched out on the bed like it was no big deal.

…

The first thing you became aware of when you woke up, was warmth. Not just the kind from the morning sunlight streaming through the curtains, but a, solid warmth beneath your cheek. Your eyes fluttered open, and it took you a second to process what you were seeing.

A shirt.

Not yours tho.

Your eyes trailed up, slowly and carefully, until you realized your head was resting on Hyuk’s chest, his arm loosely draped around your shoulders.

You’ve stopped breathing for a moment.

Oh no.

You froze, trying to piece together how this had happened. You were so determined to stay on your side of the bed. There even was a pillow wall, for crying out loud. But at some point in the night…

“Morning,” his voice came, low and slightly hoarse from sleep.

You froze, again. “Uh.” You were still too mortified to do anything but blink at the wall. “Morning.”

Hyuk shifted slightly, his arm retracting as he glanced down at you. “Weren’t you supposed to stay on you side ?”

You didn’t had an excuse, so you had to came up with a lie. “You took all the blanket, and i was cold, that’s all”

“Your a bad liar you know ?”

“I did not—” you stopped, realizing you had no actual memory to contradict him. “Okay, fine. But why didn’t you wake me up?”

He raised an eyebrow. “I would've moved to the floor but you were using me as a pillow. Besides, I’ve figured you needed to rest because of the race.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “This is the worst.”

“Is it, though?” He teased, getting up and heading for his bag. “You survived the night, didn’t you?”

You peeked at him, still flustered but trying to sound casual. “Barely.”

He tossed your jacket onto the bed. “It’s not that big of a deal. Let’s get something to eat before the race of today.” He simply says.

While you were too flustered to even talk to him, Hyuk didn’t even look bothered by this situation, it was he didn’t care. But little did you know, he actually like that situation, but would rather just keep that to himself.

𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐎

The clerk at the front desk looked nervous, typing furiously into her computer. “I’m so sorry,” she said, glancing up at them, “but it seems like the system glitched, and we only have one room left for you two.”

“One room?” You asked, your voice slightly rising. You glanced at Wooin, who was leaning casually against the counter, playing with one of his many silver rings.

“One bed.” the clerk added, your wince deepening.

You blinked. “You’re joking.”

“Afraid not.” the clerk said, handing over a single key.

Wooin tilted his head at you, his dark eyes gleaming with something between amusement and mischief. “What’s the problem? You don’t trust me?”

You crossed your arms, unsure if you wanted to laugh or bolt. Wooin was… odd. Not dangerous, necessarily, just..kinda freaky

“I trust you.” you said, though it wasn’t entirely true. “It’s just you’re..you.”

He grinned, his teeth just a little too sharp. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It wasn’t.”

The clerk cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable being in the middle of whatever this was. “If it helps,” he said weakly, “the room’s got a lock on the door.”

“Great,” you said, grabbing the key. You turned to Wooin, pointing a finger at him. “No weird attitude, and no staring at me while I’m asleep, and please, don’t draw on my face.

Wooin held up his hands, mock-offended. “You wound me, you know ? I’ll be on my best behavior.”

“Yeah right, like I’ll believe that”

He gave you a crooked smile. “Scout’s honor.”

You muttered something under your breath as you headed toward the stairs. One room. One bed. With Wooin.

This was going to be the longest night of your life. And you were sure to never forget it.

…

The first thing you noticed when you woke up was the weight on your chest.

Your neck ached faintly, your body stiff from staying in one position all night, but you didn’t move. Mostly because of the very obvious fact that Wooin head was resting against you, his arm draped loosely over your waist.

Yourr heart thudded in your chest as you stared down at him. He looked so… peaceful. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by the soft, vulnerable expression of someone completely at ease. A few strands of his dark hair fell across his forehead, and without thinking, your hand twitched, almost brushing them back before you stopped yourself.

Don’t be weird, you scolded yourself.

But it was hard not to be. Wooin, the guy who usually teased you to no end, who always seemed so infuriatingly self-assured, was asleep on you.

You shifted slightly, trying to figure out how to leave the bed without waking him, but his arm tightened instinctively, pulling you closer.

“Don’t.” he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep.

You froze. “Wooin ?”

“Mm.” His face nuzzled deeper into your chest, his breath warm against your neck. “Five more minutes.” he murmured, barely audible.

Your stomach flipped. You didn’t know whether to laugh, push him off, or just let it happen. Against your better judgment, you stayed still, your fingers curling nervously in the blanket.

“Wooin.” you tried again, more softly this time.

“Mm-hm.” he mumbled, but his eyes stayed closed.

As you sat there, half trapped and entirely unsure what to do. You told yourself that you should be annoyed, but there was something so... disarming about seeing him like this. Vulnerable. Unapologetically human.

I guess after all, it was a long night, and you were sure to never forget it.

✵

[eugenedebs1920]

Good for him!! It’s the only illicit thing he’s done. The utterly useless waste of taxpayer money, and the countless hours that could have been spent doing something useful by James Comer and all those idiots, is astounding! Because they couldn’t find any dirt on Biden, after a decade of trying, they went after his drug addict son. I don’t know how many of you out there have had substance abuse problems, but when you’re balls deep in a good addiction, you don’t admit to yourself, or anyone else that you have a drug problem. To go after Hunter for checking no on a box asking if you smoke marijuana (which is a ridiculous question) or have drug use problems, and federally charging him for MAYBE being under the influence of drugs, it’s petty and dumb. If he was anyone else, no one would know, and no one would care. I don’t know much about the tax evasion charges but… Still. The crap Hunter, Joe and the whole Biden family went through because Joe Biden didn’t have skeletons in his closet, is deserving of a pardon.

The Biden crime family! Thats f*ckin HILARIOUS!!!!! Trump is, by far, to the tenth degree, the most corrupt, criminal, seditious person to EVER rise to the highest office in the land! And just to show how absolutely stupid this country is, he (supposedly) got elected TWICE! For double the corruption and unethical behavior. The whole Trump 2.0 administration is sexual assailants, felons, flat out criminals, compromised Russian assets, sycophants, family members, and unqualified trump loyalists. F*ck Trump!!

Good job Joe! Another splendid thing you accomplished while in office. We forgive the lie you told. F*ck!!! We heard over 30 thousand last Trump term, wouldn’t surprise me if Trump doubled that this time.

Love ya Joe!! ☮️🇺🇸

[okikeu]

BIJOUX

FOURTEEN. pearls on my chilli cheese dog

written — 1.8k words

warnings: mentions of drugs

Heeseung didn't have a personal style, but he did have a Xanax prescription.

So, while Sunghoon tore apart Heeseung's closet in search of anything he deemed remotely appropriate for arguably the most important meeting of his friend's life thus far, Heeseung popped a pill in the hopes of stilling his shaking leg and uneven breaths.

"So, what company did this end up being for?" Sunghoon asked, throwing another beanie on the floor. "I need to know who to cater this fit to."

Heeseung tossed his phone to the side and fell back onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling with a hefty exhale. It was only noon and he was already exhausted. "Le Désir."

The sounds of metal and fabric scraping against the wood of his closet halted immediately, followed by a clap that reverberated throughout the room as Sunghoon's hand fell against his thighs.

"Are you fucking with me right now?"

Heeseung lulled his head to the side to look at Sunghoon. "No? Why? Is Le Désir's stock plummeting right now or something?"

"Dude, the biggest designer brand in the country wants to work with you? There's no way."

Heeseung sat up, suddenly defensive despite the similar doubts sitting just behind his own eyes. "I'm serious! She said she worked for Le Désir!"

Sunghoon laughed, the throaty sound bubbling out of him with a sour mix of humour and mockery. "Yeah, sorry, you're totally getting scammed. I'm gonna go get a chilli cheese dog."

Sunghoon stepped over the piles of clothes he'd discarded and reached for the door, prompting Heeseung to spring off his bed and lunge for it first, blocking the only way out of his room as he stood in front of it like a starfish.

"Bro, let me go, that vendor down the street leaves at one," Sunghoon whined, trying to pry Heeseung off of the door. He wedged his hands between Heeseung's arms and around his abdomen in an attempt to tickle him away from the exit.

"That vendor doesn't even use real meat," Heeseung loudly retorted, squirming away but still firmly holding his ground against the door. "Please, I can't go there looking like this, man."

Sunghoon sighed, giving up on trying to get out when his tickling tactic failed. "Fine. But we're searching up that company's staff and if the woman isn't on there, you owe me seven chilli cheese dogs."

1:48

Twelve minutes before the future or Le Désir was set to change forever. Twelve minutes before the fate of your company fell from the grip of a stranger and back into your unsteady hands. Twelve minutes before Lee Heeseung decided if decades of your grandfather's soul compacted together with pezzottaite and pearls was worth holding together a little longer.

1:49

You had reserved the smallest meeting room possible—from the little knowledge you had about Heeseung, you had assumed the vast, echoing conference spaces would steal his normality and your relatability would rise to the ceiling, making room for the expansiveness of your request to settle in front of his vision instead. In a forlorn attempt at appealing to familiarity, you had opted for the room most similar to the (lack of) spaciousness you had seen while in his apartment.

1:50

Yet, the door still seemed so far away from where you sat at the head of the table. You couldn't decipher the words of the plated-label next to the entrance, and where Yujin sat, swiveling around in the chair at the far end across from you, she looked no larger than the vase of flowers in the middle of the table. Perhaps you should have just had the meeting in your office.

1:51

A complementary Le Désir pen laid against your lip, your teeth mindlessly nipping away at the tip of it until pieces of plastic berated your tongue. You quickly pulled the pen away from your mouth, eyebrows furrowed and eyes pointed in disgust as you blew raspberries into the air in a semi-futile attempt to rid your tongue of the speckles littering your mouth. Yeonjun pulled the pen out of your grasp as he walked by, hitting you over the head with it before tossing it in the trash in the corner to your left.

1:52

Typically, meetings of this nature were manned by Yujin, Yeonjun, and Sumin. As CEO, it simply wasn't your job to attend to every task, you simply ran the business. But seeing as Heeseung was cast by you, it was only cordial that you offered your presence—at least, that's what Jay had told you to do when you had asked him to come with you to get some Yerba Mate twenty minutes ago.

1:53

As Yeonjun took a seat on your right, the door cracked open, a smiley Sumin peaking our from behind the acacia. A clipboard was held loosely between her arm and her chest.

"Is there anything else you need before I step down to the lobby to wait for Mr. Lee?" Sumin queried.

You shook your head. "I think we're all good here—"

"Adderall."

"Shut up, Yeonjun," Yujin scolded as she threw a crumpled up paper at him. He caught it, but the intention was not lost on him as he glared back at her.

1:54

Each time your watch ticked, a new minute whistling its way into the air, your teeth would sink into the expanse of your lip. The skin against your teeth was stinging and raw by now, its shrills for mercy falling on deaf ears.

You contemplated reaching into your bag to reapply your gloss, but you didn't have it in you to move your hands, scared that they would be shaking enough for Yeonjun to notice.

1:55

The last time you had had this meeting was about ten months ago. You held your head a little higher back then, the heavy pearls around your neck not pulling you down in the slightest.

Back then, with your blouse buttoned up all the way and your lips full of colour, your hands wouldn't dare shake—Especially not with Shin Yuna sitting at the end of your marble table.

Her hands were delicate against the paper as she flipped through the proposal, and you could already imagine the drapes of pink quartz curtains decorating her shoulders, encompassing her in everything "Le Désir".

1:56

Shin Yuna was supposed to be your muse.

Melpomene was not the muse you meant, but it's the one you got.

1:57

"Sumin just texted me, she's on her way up."

You barely heard Yujin as she spoke. Your head spun, the base of you neck tightening in response.

You shouldn't be nervous.

You shouldn't, yet you are.

1:58

Out of your peripheral, you could see Yeonjun buttoning his blazer and adjusting his tie. A manila folder materialized in front of him, and suddenly the young man you knew was gone and your lawyer had swooped into his place.

Yujin stood near the door now, peering through the blinds so she could greet Sumin and Heeseung when they arrived. At least, that's what you assumed, you never truly knew what she was thinking.

1:59

A squeal sounded from Yujin before she was slipping through the door, keeping it open just a crack with her heel.

Muffled voices and assumed pleasantries seeped through the small gap, but any coherent words died before they reached you.

Yeonjun reached over, placing a comforting hand over yours that sat entwined on top of the table.

2:00

As your watch ticked a little louder than before, signally the next hour had arrived, the door peeled open.

It was undoubtedly Lee Heeseung who stepped through, but you had a hard time focusing your eyes on the man as Yujin offered him a seat, merely gestering to the lengthy table with two hands. While Yuna had always sat at the far end, at the head opposite you, Heeseung strolled much father up. He took the seat on your left side, not bothering to round the table to the side facing the door. With a singular seat between you, you couldn't help but admire his confidence, or lack thereof. If he sat so close because he didn't see you as very powerful, or because this environment was foreign to him, you couldn't decipher.

Maybe you were just bad at reading people.

He looked...different.

Not bad, just unfamiliar.

His hair was messier than it was when you had last seen him, hanging in front of his eyes and fluffing out at the sides. Though, the waves seemed intentional and you quickly realized someone had styled them—probably not himself, seeing as the back of his head hadn't been neglected.

The black blazer on top of a pinstriped, white button down went a little too well with his dark chinos, and suddenly, all of the pearls in your mind that were owned and adorned by Yuna slipped from her neck and rolled to the feet of Lee Heeseung.

Perhaps a muse wasn't what you needed after all.

The corner of your lips curved up as you mentally wrote a thank-you letter to Shin Yuna's company.

"Lee Heeseung," You spoke, your unused voice thankfully not betraying you, "Welcome. I'm glad you decided to work with us—I promise I'll make it worth your while."

Heeseung smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Thanks for the opportunity, Ms. L/N."

Yujin had taken a seat next to Heeseung, filling in the one spot at the end of the table before your own seat. From a bag down by her feet, she pulled out a lookbook—the one Liz had made that had been collecting dust on your desk.

"This campaign has been in the works for a while now," Yujin started, "As you may know, Le Désir is big on elegance and delicacy. But, we want to change that up a bit. Take a look through here—" She pushed the lookbook in front of Heeseung, opening the first page for him. "—and let us know what you think."

Heeseung's eyes scanned over every inch of the page, not missing a single colour swatch or fabric sample.

As he flipped through it, Yeonjun cleared his throat. "If you have any questions—"

"This is good," Heeseung interrupted, though it didn't seem Yeonjun minded. If anything he seemed grateful, as if he was worried Heeseung was backtracking. "To be honest, I don't know much about fashion or...any of this. Whatever you guys want, I'll do."

"Are you sure?" Yujin asked. "You're going to be the face of this, Mr. Lee. This is your image, your reputation."

He shrugged. "It's also yours, you wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that."

You leaned back in your seat, Heeseung's tired eyes settling peacefully on Yujin as she nodded.

"Okay then," You chimed in, "I want you here Monday to Friday. Hours will fluctuate, but you'll get a day rate of 400 dollars regardless of how long you're here for. I'm managing this campaign, so you'll hear a lot from me, along with our head designer, Liz, for the time being. Any questions?"

Typically, you would be a little more formal, but you knew your audience.

Heeseung's eyes were wide, the same deer-like features you saw all those days ago coming back into view. "400 dollars a day?"

"Yes." You nodded. "If that's not to your standards, we can arrange something else—"

"Where do I sign?"

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SYNOPSIS. The fashion industry is difficult, so when the CEO of Korea's finest, luxury fashion brand, Le Désir, loses the most important ambassador of her career, her life is pretty much over. That is, until she finds a face that makes her previous fumble look like a simple marketing scheme.

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[passionwillow]

Be Mine - David “Deacon” Kay

I had too much fun with this and it was way longer than I expected. 😭 I hope the sweet anon who requested this enjoys!

Summary: You’re a babysitter for David “Deacon” Kay’s kids, and Deacon decided he wants you to be more than that.

Warnings: Smut. 18+! Age gap, reader is mid-late twenties and Deacon is 47. Race inclusive and plus sized reader inclusive.

You hugged the crying child to your chest and gently rocked her, the dim light from the little girls princess lamp filling the bright pink bedroom.

Victoria clung to your blue hoodie and sniffled quietly, and you kissed the top of her head before laying her back down, pulling her pink comforter over her and smiling softly. "Did the bad dream go away, honey?"

The little girl looked up at you and nodded, and you smiled as you gave her one of her teddy bears and kissed her head. "Now remember. As long you as you have Mr. Teddy there, nothing can hurt you. I won't let the monsters get you either."

Victoria looked up at you with wide eyes and nodded seriously, and you had to try and hide your grin as she clung tighter to the bear. You leaned down and kissed her forehead before getting up, turning back to the door way to leave and smiling when you saw Deacon standing there. You hadn't even heard him come home.

You'd been babysitting for David Kay for almost 10 months now. You were best friends with Jim Street and after quiting your last job, needed something to tide you over.

Annie had left Deac and the kids unexpectedly around that time, and he was reeling from hurt and confusion, and had 4 kids now he had to try and care for on his own. Street introduced the two of you and you were happy to help him. The pay was generous, the kids were all sweethearts, and it didn't hurt that he was gorgeous.

Old enough to be your father? Sure. But it didn't hurt to look. Not to mention he was always nice to you. He'd have you stay for dinner with him and the kids, and he always lended a helping hand when something broke at your house, or you just needed someone to confide in about your own struggles. Two parents with poor health was hard on you, and he always lended a shoulder to lean on.

You walked over to him and smiled in greeting, looking back over your shoulder to where Victoria was already fast asleep, burrowed under her pink blanket. Deacon gazed at his daughter with so much affection it warmed your heard, gently taking your arm and guiding you out of the bedroom, quietly closing the door.

"She have a bad dream again?" His voice was quiet as he led you down the hallway, making his way down the stairs and heading for the kitchen. You followed his long stride and nodded, speaking more freely once you guys were away from the kids doors.

"Yeah, it's the same one every time. A man in this closet." You sat down at the island in the middle of the kitchen, watching Deacon grab two beers from the fridge before sitting next to you, handing you one as he smiled. "You handled it pretty well. Even I can't get her calmed down that quick." You took the beer with a quiet thank you and sipped it, smiling at his words and shrugging.

"I remember what it was like, being a kid and being scared. I think it's more she just wants someone with her. Doesn't like being in there alone." Deacon rested his elbows on the countertop and listened, his brown eyes on you as he nodded. "Well you do a great job. Not just her- all of the kids. They've been a lot happier since you came around."

You felt a blush warm your cheeks as you smiled, ducking your head and picking a string off your black leggings, shrugging. "I just treat them like I would my own. I love them, a lot. They're the sweetest kids, and you're a pretty alright boss." You looked back up at him and grinned, and you were surprised to see Deacon actually grin in return.

He bumped his shoulder into yours, and you laughed lightly before sipping your beer, turning to face him on the stool and holding the beer in your lap. "I mean it, you know. These kids are amazing, and I love being here with them. I know you worry about how much time it takes from me, but.. I don't really have anything else I'd rather be doing."

Deacon kept his eyes on yours as he listened to your words, turning to face you and bumping his knees into yours, his face softening as he smiled and nodded to your words. "I can tell how much you love them. I see it every time you interact with them. And it means a lot that they.. Have someone to look up to you like you. They love you a lot too, you know."

Deacons words warmed your heart and you couldn't stop the grin that spread over your face, looking down at the bottle in your lap. 'I'm happy to hear that."

Deacon watched you with a smile and hesitated, a conflict happening in his head you weren’t even aware of. He leaned forward and rested his hand on your knee, the touch soft as his thumb stroked gently over your leg. “The kids aren’t the only ones happy you’re here. I am too.”

Your skin heated at his touch and you hoped he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating now. You glanced at his hand on your leg, his strong hands surprisingly gentle and Christ, why were his hands even attractive?

You lifted your gaze to his and blushed, eyes unable to leave his brown ones as you smiled, his expression one of sincere gratitude and.. Something else you couldn’t make out.

The two of you stayed like this for a moment, his hand on your knee and your eyes locked together, Deacon trying to judge your expression and if you were even interested in him, like he was you.

You bit your lip instinctively and Deacons gaze dropped your mouth, his beer abandoned on the counter as he leaned in ever so slightly, his eyes holding a million questions as he looked at you, your stomach doing flips.

A thrill ran through you as you realized what he was looking for, some sort of sign that you wanted him to close that gap, were praying for it. You couldn’t help but lean in as well, and Deacon took the signal, closing the gap and pressing his lips into yours.

His hand left your knee as both came up to cradle your face, surprisingly gently and soft, giving you the opportunity to pull back if you wanted to.

No chance in hell of that.

His scruff scratched at your mouth as you kissed back happily, somewhat eager, your hands holding his wrists as his lips moved softly with yours. You almost didn’t notice him move off the stool, his knee gently nudging your legs apart so he could stand between them, towering over you now as he pulled back.

You followed his lips before finally sitting back, your eyes bright and cheeks pink as you looked up at him, his own eyes shining as he studied your expression, relaxing when he found no sign of regret. “That wasn’t.. very professional of me, was it?”

You couldn’t help but grin at his words, biting back a laugh as you squeezed his wrists, his hands still holding your face. “Maybe not, but.. I enjoyed it.” He matched your grin and leaned back in, kissing you with more enthusiasm as his hands moved. One hand slid into your hair, holding the back of your head as the other moved to your waist, anchoring you to him as he kissed you with so much affection it made your heart skip.

Your lips molded to his with enthusiasm, moving your hands to his chest and gently grabbing at his shirt as he guided you to stand, shifting you until he had you pressed up against the counter.

His toned body pressed into yours, his hips pinning you to the counter as you moaned slightly into his mouth. His tongue flicked over your bottom lip, asking permission to taste you.

You opened up willing to him, tongue brushing his and moaning faintly as he pressed harder into you, his hips grinding into yours. You pushed back eagerly and hummed at the friction, Deacon pulling back to kiss and bite at your neck, breathing quick as he ground harder into you. Your core tingled and you clenched around nothing, your wetness already starting to soak your panties.

"Shit-.. Y/N, babygirl." Your eyes slid closed as you melted into him, biting back a moan as his teeth dug into the pulse point of your neck, your voice soft and trembling. "David.. Deac. Please." He pulled back and looked down at you, eyes dark and full of lust, licking his lips. "Are you sure?"

You nodded quickly and tugged at his shirt, Deac smiling at your approval and taking your hand, leading you back through the living room and up the stairs. You tried not to be obvious as you stared at the bulge in his pants, your core tingling as you followed up the stairs to his bedroom.

He tugged you into his room and nudged the door closed with his boot, pulling you back in and pressing his lips to yours in a heated kiss. His hands slipped under your hoodie as he moved blindly to the bed, pulling back enough to pull off your top.

He let out a throaty groan as he eyed your chest, nothing underneath your hoodie but you black bra. His eyes found yours in the dim room and he gently pushed you down on the bed, pulling off his own shirt before crawling over you, covering your body with his own. His lips latched back onto your neck and you knew you'd have a hickey by the morning. Or multiple.

You wrapped your arms around him and slid a hand into his silver locks, tugging slightly as you moaned at his bites, hips bucking to grind into his. "De-.. Please, I need you." You felt his smile against your neck and looked up at him as he pulled back, sitting up between your legs and grabbing the waistband of you legs, tugging them down and off in one smooth motion. He eyed your black panties and hooked a finger in the waistband, tugging gently and letting it snap back against your skin.

You jumped slightly at the sting and matched his grin, lifting your hips so he could pull them down. He tossed them comically over his shoulder and eyed your glistening core, cursing softly under his breath. "Fuck, baby.. You look so fucking good."

You blushed and sat up, pressing soft kisses to his chest as you undid his belt buckle, tugging at the leather and mumbling. "Wanna feel you." He ran his hand through your hair and tugged gently as you nipped at his skin, his breathing picking up as he mumbled. "All yours, baby."

You tugged his belt loose and popped the button, looking up into his eyes as you pushed his jeans and briefs down, freeing his cock. Deacon bit his lip and tightened his grip in your hair, a soft groan slipping past his lips as you gently grabbed his cock and stroked it slowly.

Deacons eyes closed as his hips thrust slightly into your fist, swearing softly before gently pushing you back on the bed, getting up and pushing his jeans and briefs off the rest of the way. "I can't wait."

You laid back against the pillows and grinned as you watched him, eagerly wrapping your legs around his waist as he crawled back over you. The tip of his cock nudged your entrance as he kissed over your chest, hand slipping under you and unclasping your bra, tugging it off and throwing it blindly behind him.

You arched up into his mouth with a soft whine, Deacon smiling against your skin and looking back up at you, voice tinged with need. "Are you sure you want this?" His concern sent a wave of affection over you, and you nodded quickly as he smiled and pressed his lips to yours, cock easing into you.

The stretch from his cock sent a jolt of pain and pleasure up your spine, and you moaned against his lips. He nipped at your bottom lip and pulled back, eyes on yours as he cursed. "Jesus, you're so fucking tight."

Your cheeks heated at his words, and your legs tightened around his hips as he eased further into you, your wetness soaking his shaft. You moaned loudly and Deacon pressed his lips to yours, silencing you as he pushed further, the delicious burn causing your back to arch.

"Shh, baby.. Just a little more." You whimpered at his words and dug your nails into his back, clawing as he fit into you with a throaty moan, his forehead on your shoulder. Both of you panted as he stilled, giving you time to adjust to his size. His eyes found yours in the dim room and he nudged your cheek with his nose, voice low. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

You blushed at his words and kissed along his stubbled jaw, nipping and mumbling. “Baby- move. Please.” He smiled at your request and eased out of you, pushing back in with a grunt and beginning to thrust slow and steady.

You tightened your legs around his hips and whimpered, both of you now tangled up in his bed. His hips met yours with a soft smack and your panting breaths and moans mixed in the air, both of you trying to keep quiet for the kids sleeping in the house.

It wasn’t long before both of you were coming undone, your walls fluttering around his cock as you bit down on his shoulder, cumming with a muffled moan.

Deacon kept his pace steady, thrusting through your orgasm as his own approached, groaning deeply as his nails dug into your hip. “Fuck, baby.. Where do you..” His question hung in the air and you whimpered at the overstimulation, thighs trembling and toes curling.

“In me. C-Cum inside me.” His gaze darkened and he thrust into you deeper and harder, slamming in suddenly and cumming undone with a moan. You moaned weakly at the feel of him filling you, eyes rolling back as his forehead fell to your shoulder.

You both went slump into the bed, Deacon slipping out before laying beside you and closing his eyes, arm over his forehead. You caught your breath and looking over at him, Deacon already gazing at you with caution. Like you might have regretted it.

You smiled reassuringly and rolling over, snuggling into his side and kissing his cheek. “I hope this means I’m getting a promotion.” You grinned teasingly and stroked his cheek, and Deacon laughed, kissing your forehead. “You definitely did.”

[jeanie-g]

Did you say PROMPTS?!?!

If they’re still open then JackNico and cemeteries?

Or if that doesn’t strike your fancy then JackNico and spices?

hey!! for your viewing pleasure...

[#46] cemeteries

(slightly nsfw, tw: period-typical homophobia, mentions/fears of homophobic violence)

Nico's car screeches to a halt before the iron gates of the town cemetery, on a little passage that used to be an access road for the funeral procession, but is now overgrown with weeds and the low-hanging branches of untamed trees.

It also happens to be the perfect hiding spot for car sex.

Nico turns off the ignition, and it takes all of four seconds for Jack to leap out of the passenger seat and into his lap, hands tugging on the lapels of his letterman. He's still in his Huskies jersey that’s a size too big, and Nico is trying to be normal about it.

It's routine, to come here after a win at home, but the novelty hasn't worn off in the slightest. Probably because Jack is the one he's bringing here.

"God, that trick play," Jack says, already slightly out of breath. "I wanted to run onto the field and blow you at the 40 yard line."

Nico chuckles. "Something tells me that'd get flagged."

Jack ignores him, eyes shifting between his eyes and his mouth. "You did so good, babe, making that pass, winning the game for us."

Nico pokes out his tongue. "I thought you didn't like sports."

Jack smiles. "I don't like football, but I like you."

Nico boos. “That was bad. Absolute cheddar.”

Jack rolls his eyes. “Oh, just fucking kiss me, Heisman."

And Nico does, grabbing Jack’s chin and bringing his head down to capture his lips. He can taste the salt from the popcorn he was eating in the stands. Jack wouldn't tell him where he was sitting, (not like Nico would've been able to spot him in a 70,000 capacity arena anyway), but just knowing that he was there meant the world to him.

Being a football prodigy with a full ride to U-Dub has its perks, but it isn't all cake and ice cream. Not when you're a gay football prodigy carrying the expectations that you're gonna be in the NFL someday. Even in a progressive place like Seattle, gay and football do not mix. Nico knows it wouldn't go over well if he came out. Being a lonely, closeted virgin made that pretty easy, though. If Nico never met a guy he'd like to date, then he'd never have a problem.

But then he met Jack. Loud, charming, beautiful Jack, who caught Nico's attention immediately in an acting class he tried as an elective and ended up dropping. He didn't drop Jack though, couldn't resist him when he'd cornered Nico in an empty hallway and asked him out point blank (which started as outwardly innocent drinks at the campus pub, and ended with Nico getting his dick sucked for the first time and coming all over Jack's tee shirt).

That was six months ago, and Nico can finally admit to himself that he might just be falling in love. Amazingly, it's not as scary as he thought it'd be.

But it’s 1996, and people suck, which means they have to get creative when hooking up. Nico’s got two roommates who beg off half their classes to sleep or play PC games, and Jack lives with his parents and little brother, who have a house basically down the street from campus. Besides dingy, single serve bar bathrooms (where aforementioned head was given) or the odd motel room that makes Nico paranoid, there aren’t many places they can go.

So, they spend a lot of time in Nico's car, a black 1989 Cadillac Eldorado his dad surprised him with for his 18th birthday. When Nico dreamed about owning his own car, he never envisioned washing come stains out of the bench, but when it's the only place you can have safe sex with your boyfriend, it sort of becomes the default. His car, in the dead of night, tucked into the bushes outside the all-but-abandoned cemetery.

And he’ll admit it, it can get creepy—there is a reason this place isn’t frequented, after all—but when his reward is Jack in front of him, moaning his name and sporting red marks all along his jaw, he can say it’s well worth it.

Nico breaks from Jack's lips to kiss down his neck, Jack moaning like a dream above him. He's already hard in his jeans, pent up on adrenaline from the win and Jack in his lap, and he can feel Jack's interest nudging at his belly. Nico's in paradise—a hot, pleasant haze pervading his head like a high. It’s like he’s in a trance, kissing down Jack’s collarbone.

A knock on the window shatters that, making them both jump right out of their skin. Ice shoots up Nico's spine, and they both go still.

“What the hell was that?” Jack asks, whole body rigid. “Is someone there?”

Nico says nothing, too terrified to even move. Did someone follow them here? Was it one of his teammates? What if it’s the police? Can they get arrested?! Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Nico,” Jack whispers, and he sounds so scared. Immediately, stories come to mind—ones Jack has told him about getting caught with another guy before. All the bruises and black eyes whose origins he had to lie to his parents about.

That breaks Nico out of his funk. Cop or not, if someone wants to lay a fucking finger on Jack, they’ll have to through U-Dub’s star quarterback first. Nico cranks his window down a crack, but when he looks through the brush and into the semi-darkness, no one's there—just the little light coming from the moon.

Hesitantly, he cranks it further, and when there’s still no sign of life, sticks his head out the window. He looks around, and it’s just as quiet as it was when they got there.

“They could be hiding, Neeks.”

“I don’t hear any rustling, though. With this much brush around us…”

Jack sighs. “We should just go.”

He makes to get out of Nico’s lap, but Nico gently grabs his hip.

“No, hold on. Hold on." He exhales, rolling it over in his head. "We’re miles from any houses, and no one is just walking around cemeteries at 10 o’clock. And if someone was following us, we would’ve heard their car and seen their lights.” Nico runs his hands down Jack’s arms to soothe him. “It was probably, like, an acorn hitting the car. Or a bird.”

Jack seems to mull this over. “Yeah, you’re right. Sorry, I’m just..."

“No, no need to apologize, love. We’re okay.”

Jack exhales, bringing a hand to Nico’s cheek. He slowly leans in to kiss him, and Nico kisses him back, sweet and soothing.

It takes a few minutes for the both of them to settle down from the spook, but eventually things get heated again, Jack shifting in Nico’s lap to grind his hips down on Nico’s thigh.

"Do you have stuff?" Jack asks between panting breaths.

"Yeah, in my bag," Nico says, removing a hand from Jack's hair and leaning forward to root around in his gym duffel on the floor of the passenger seat. Jack mutters absolute filth into his ear while he does, enough to make a porn star blush.

After several seconds, though, Nico can't find the travel bottle of lube—just his sweaty gym clothes, his half-empty Kool Rider, and a pack of gum.

"Shit," he says, sitting back in his seat. "I don't have it."

"What?"

Nico does some mental cataloguing. "Must've left it in my room."

"Oh," Jack says, clearly disappointed.

Before Nico'd had sex, he assumed no one ever really wanted to bottom, that it was the short end of the wishbone—just a chore. It was Jack who educated him on the wonders of the male prostate, taking Nico's cock so many different ways that it made Nico's head spin. Jack'd even topped him a couple times, leading to some of the most vivid and intense orgasms of his life.

That being said, Jack loves to ride Nico, and he gets impatient and bitchy when he doesn't get his way—but there's still plenty they can do with what they have. Nico intends to demonstrate, snaking a hand down the front of Jack's jeans, when another knock on the window makes them both scream.

Jack shrinks back, flopping onto the passenger seat and hugging himself. "Okay, what the fuck was that?!" he cries.

And Nico doesn't know. Looking out the window, and craning his ear against it, there's still nothing. And while the sound before could be attributed to nonthreatening objects, as he had theorized, this knock was distinctly human fist-sounding.

"That's it," Nico says, sitting up and angling towards the door. He doesn't know what's going on, but someone is clearly messing with them—quietly making their way in and out of the brush and hiding before they can see who they are. Hell, it could even be an animal.

Jack reaches forward to grab him. "Nico, no! We don't know who's out there!"

"Well, whoever or whatever it is can't jerk us around. Here." He twists to reach into the backseat, retrieving the miniature baseball bat he keeps there. "This'll teach 'em."

Jack swallows, but lets go. "Be safe, okay?"

With a quick exhale, Nico unlocks the door and pulls the handle, poising his bat as he gets out of the car. He closes the door behind him, protecting Jack inside, and paws his way out of the brush.

"Alright!" Nico shouts. "Who's the funny guy, eh?"

No voices echo. Only crickets. Nico swallows and ventures out, checking under the car and behind trees. Nothing. Either their interloper is a ninja or they're both going insane.

As Nico stands, hands on his hips, contemplating what to do next, he can't deny the eerie atmosphere surrounding him. The longer he stands there, the more suffocated he feels, like the air itself is closing in on him. Something cold passes by his neck, making his hairs stand on end. He reaches back to touch it. Then he makes eye contact with one of the dilapidated stone gargoyles peering over the top of the iron gates.

Maybe Jack's right. Maybe they should just leave. Interloper or not, he's starting to get the creeps. But when he turns and takes a step, his foot makes contact with something small. He moves his shoe, and bends down, shining the flashlight. He squints his eyes.

"What the fuck?"

It's a brand new, still shrink-wrapped bottle of lube.

Was that...there before? It doesn't look weathered, or even slightly dirty. Like someone just picked it up right off the shelf and placed it for Nico's shoe to find. Hesitantly, and to see if his eyes aren't deceiving him, maybe, he picks it up. His neck goes cold again, making him shiver through three layers of clothing.

He drops it, and the feeling fades. What?

He leaves it on the ground and heads back to the car, opening the door and sliding back into his seat.

"So?" Jack asks eagerly. "What was it?"

Nico shakes his head. "I dunno, there was... lube on the ground? Outside of the car."

"Huh? Lube?"

Nico nods. "It wasn't there when I stepped out, I swear." It's silent for a moment, and then Jack starts laughing. Nico turns to him, surprised. He thought it'd freak him out, but...

At the sight of Jack in a fit of hysterics, the sheer oddity of the situation falls on Nico. Strange knocks on the window with no signs of anyone around, temperature drops, an object appearing right when they needed it, all at the sight of a definitely haunted cemetery?

Nico's not one to think supernatural first and foremost, but if he didn't know any better...

"D'you think," Jack gets out between gasps for air. "D'you think some ghosts are trying to help us fuck?"

Nico doesn't think Jack's honestly posing the question, but suddenly he wants to be anywhere but here.

"I'm not sticking around here long enough to find out."

Nico grabs his keys from the center console and starts the ignition, and without much more fanfare, they're headed back towards campus. The spook was enough of a boner kill, but looking at Jack still smiling to himself in the passenger seat, hair all mussed and pretty...

He doesn't think it'll be that difficult to pick up right where they left off.

(In a bed, preferably.)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

sashisu call each other gay as an insult (they’re all queer) and get chewed out in public i think

[your-compadre-infinity]

Sonic : Haven’t told a soul he’s dating Shadow

Surge : Haven’t told a soul that she’s dating Amy

[netwatchsucks]

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» cyberpunk 2077 | click for best quality

[lucienne-thee-librarian]

Amazing how all it takes is remembering the future exists to ruin a great mood for once.

[thesleepykettle]

I woke up to friends and family, found and blood, reaching out about their fear.

We will keep living. We won't disappear. If you need to go into stealth mode to survive, that's okay. Those of us who can will keep being as visible as we can.

It will be hard. But we will keep living.

We will be here.

[t4tstarvingdog]

had the craziest nightmare today. hit every nightmare genre and added a new one just for me

[icanseethefuture333]

Bada I know what you are...

[cloverlilies]