#please get that pitch perfect reference

[anythingneverythingnstuffs]

ghost

"On your back, love."

He didn't have to tell you twice.

No sooner were you on your back did Simon's body completely cover yours, his arms moving to pin yours at the sides of your head. His body was like the most delicious weighted blanket on top of yours, and heated, too.

Not to mention his tank-like muscles and hard as fuck-

"Simon," you moaned quietly as you felt his hips grind against yours. His lust for you was very obvious now, pressing stiffly against your lower abdomen. When he ground his hips against yours, it just rubbed all the right ways. "Fuck..."

"Dirty mouth, lass. You like that, don't you?" he whispered against your ear, his breath hot against your skin, making your body shiver. "You feel how bloody hard you make me?"

You opened your mouth to reply, but just as the words were about to escape your lips, his mouth moved to the sensitive spot on your neck. You inhaled sharply as he began to nip and suck at that sensitive spot.

Simon tightened his grip on your wrists, his lips moving from your neck to your collarbone. "That's it, love... Such pretty sounds you make for me..."

His lips didn't leave your décolletage for ages, it seemed like, and you just knew that you'd be able to see evidence of it in the mirror tomorrow.

Finally, his lips made their way back up to yours. You could feel yourself almost whine into his mouth as his tongue began to dance with your own. Your hips tried desperately to buckle up against his, as if they had a mind of their own-

Simon pulled back with a smirk. "Eager, are we?"

"Simon," you pouted desperately. "Please?"

Fuck, who was he to say no to your please?

With a low growl, Simon released your wrists from his grasp and began undressing you. He managed not to tear any of the fabric, although that wouldn't have been a first, as he basically ripped your clothes from your body until all you were left in were your undergarments.

"C'mon, Si, wanna see you~"

"Patience," he chuckled, beginning to unbutton his shirt. "Don't want to sound too eager, do we?" He was clearly having way too much fun watching you squirm beneath him as he undressed painfully slowly.

Once his shirt was off, he tossed it haphazardly to the floor, not caring about where it landed. His eyes were on you, and your eyes were on him.

His chest was littered about with scars, memories of his past, wounds that scared him not only physically, but mentally- and you couldn't help but be amazed by him. Simon, your Simon, was just so strong... He had been through so much...

"You need help taking those pants off...?" you asked him with a sheepish grin, your mind flipping back to where you were.

"Naughty little minx, thinks she's in charge," Simon mumbled as he began to unbuckle his belt. "Be a good girl for me and don't move, yeah? I've got this part." He knelt down at you for a split second to nip at your earlobe.

His jeans were finally gone, and the sight of the bulge in his boxers just about made your mouth water.

"Eyes are up here, lass," Simon smirked.

Simon began to climb back on top of you. The only barriers now between the two of your were his boxers, your panties, and your bra. And that was too much.

You gasped when you felt a rather large hand slip into the waistband of your panties.

His lips were next to your ear in an instant, right in time for him to groan. "So fucking wet already? Naughty girl..."

It took no time at all for the tips of his fingers to find your sensitive bundle of nerves. His fingertips began to swirl around, making you arch up against him instinctively as another whimper left your lips.

"That's it, love," he whispered, nipping at your ear once more. "Let me hear those pretty sounds of yours..."

His fingers began to pick up the pace, moving in small but rapid circles that only served to drive you wild.

"S-Simon-!"

"Doin' so well for me," he mumbled against your ear before leaving a small kiss just behind your ear. "Gotta make sure you're ready for me, hm?"

Simon was truly ruthless. He knew what he was working with, and let's just say it was much more than the average man's endowment. But he was also a gentleman when he needed to be.

As such, he refused to enter you unless you had at least come once. Just as a warm-up, you know?

His fingers didn't stop their assault until you had sweat dripping down from your forehead and you were panting like someone who had just run a marathon. Every time you had almost reached your peak, he would back off slightly and smirk into your neck, sucking and biting at your sensitive skin.

"P-Please, Si, I'm gonna-"

It had been the fourth time you said those words, but this time, he not only kept at his pace, but he quickened it slightly as his teeth sank into your neck.

You could feel your body begin to fall over the edge of ecstasy. There was a thick tension, and then all of a sudden, your ears begin to ring, all sounds in the room fading into the background. The ringing lasted a few seconds more, until-

You cried out his name as your body spasmed in pleasure, your nails digging into his shoulders, leaving half-moon marks in his skin.

And his fingers were still going at it.

He could still feel your pulse against his fingers as they continued to circle against your clit, his tongue grazing over all of the bite marks and hickeys he had left on your skin.

His fingers finally slowed to a stop as you caught your breath. Simon pushed himself up a bit on his forearms to look down at you properly, and damn, what a sight you were.

Your chest was still moving up and down. There was a thin layer of sweat over almost your entire body, and your eyelids looked heavy with either pleasure, contentment, or both.

Simon smirked to himself before slowly leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. "Don't tell me you need a break already. I'm only just getting started."

and to think, you still had your damn panties on.

~

i'm sorry but i'm also not sorry. and you're welcome. cheers.

[heavysighing-dreamyeyes]

Jealousy

Three times Jason gets jealous during dates and one time you do (Pre-established relationship) ~1.6k words

You're perfect. Funny. Smart. Gorgeous. Jason's life has never been better since he's asked you to be his partner. (Okay, hush, you asked him, but he was getting there, he swears, he had this twelve step plan and everything. Tim was going to jump off a ledge while throwing rose petals. Rose petals!)

He can't find a single problem with how your relationship is going. Well, expect, how everyone else seems to want your attention you too.

The little Café you wanted to try is nice, really. The guy behind the counter that's been staring at you since you both got here? Not so nice. It's annoying, how the guys gaze seems to linger on your legs, your smile, the way you brush your hair back. It's a struggle to focus on your words– but not a struggle to watch the way your lips move when you talk.

The worker takes a step out from behind the counter.

Oh hell no.

Jason's on his feet and pulling out the chair next to you in an instant, between one word your pretty voice is saying and the next, he's sitting by your side with an arm draped around your shoulder.

He loses his train of thought when you smile, pleased, and raise an eyebrow.

"What's this for, Jason?"

"Wanted to hear you better." He says, or he thinks he says that. He's too busy watching the creep slink back behind the counter, satisfaction growing in his chest.

You laugh. (He thinks angels might descend from the sky when you do.) And go back to telling your story. It's much easier to listen this time. That's what he tells himself, at least until your thigh presses against his.

Gotham Zoo is actually really nice for, you know, Gotham. Bruce poured money into it before, but ever since Damian found out about it, he's practically ensured the place will run ethically and comfortably for the next 100 years. Which Jason thought was cool, but it's even cooler that he gets to watch his partner coo over the new petting zoo.

"Aw, Jason, look at the lambs! They're so soft. I wanna take one home." You sound giddy, eyes bright and smile wide. He can't quite pull his focus away from you to see which creature you're referring to.

"They're pretty cute." He responds instead. Not cuter than you, though.

"Could you imagine one for the apartment? They'd sleep in bed with us. It would be like cuddling a cloud." You say idly, fingers stoking the top of the animals head.

That makes him pause. How'd he cuddle you if there's some barn animal in the middle of the bed? There's no way he could get close enough to you if some pet you found cute was cuddled between you. He clears his throat. "Well, ah, I don't know how the landlord feels about lambs but you can always cuddle me? I'm– I could be soft?" Wow, okay. Not what he wanted to say. He cringes a little.

But you stand up, smiling brighter and gaze focused on him. That settles the feeling in the pit of his stomach. You curl your fingers with his and take his hand, pulling it to your face to kiss his knuckles. "You're my favorite thing to cuddle, you know."

Oh. "Huh. I mean, good." He stumbles out. No, his ears are definitely not feeling warm. And no, his heart isn't beating faster as he follows you towards the next enclosure. "I could wear wool, though? If you wanted?"

That makes you laugh. Eyes trailing to him with such fondness he nearly sinks to his knees. Until he sees the playfulness etched in your face. "I saw you petting those rabbits early. I could wear bunny ears? If you wanted?"

He chokes on air. You might be trying to kill him. His whole face feels as heated as his ears. "Wow. I– if you wanted?"

You giggle, pulling away to observe the next lucky animal that you see.

"Hey. Wait–" He says your name, voice a little pitched. "Did you want–?" You only wink at him. That shuts him. And if he spends the rest of the date a little distracted, well, you seem proud that you managed to make him so flustered.

Your coworker has been talking to you for thirteen minutes and fourty-seven seconds. Jason knows this because he's been watching the clock since he got here. It happens more often than not, him walking you home from work. He shows up fifteen minutes early because he knows you'll slip out given the chance. Something about not taking up too much of his time. Don't you know you're the only one he wants to spend his time with?

Jason crosses his arms, eyes narrowing at your coworker. Three inches. That's the amount of space your coworker has moved closer to you since he's gotten here. Not respectable at all. Doesn't he know you're with Jason? Maybe he should have stopped into that jewelry store he was eyeing earlier. And called Tim to put in an order for rose petals.

Your coworker shifts another inch towards you. And that's it. Your shift has thirty-five seconds left and that's exactly the amount of time it takes for him to be by your side. His arm slips around your waist comfortably, like it belongs there, because it does. He kisses your cheek and lets his gaze settle on your coworker. And if his face is a little more threatening than usual, he definitely isn't trying to intimidate your coworker. (Yes, he is.)

"Ready to go home, sweetheart?" He drawls, body relaxed like he isn't torn between showing your coworker exactly who you're dating and pushing down the jumble of emotion in his throat. "I was thinking take out for dinner?"

You relax into his side. Oh. You relaxed into his side and you're smiling at him. It evens out the pounding in his heart he didn't even realize was happening. The tension threatening to take over his shoulders disappears like it never existed.

"Yeah, Jason, I'm ready. I missed you. Just let me clock out." You pull away– 'no' he starts to think– and then you take his hand, pulling him along with you.

"I missed you too." He answers, and you don't quite see the smug grin he sends over his shoulder to your coworker.

Jason's perfect. Funny. Smart. Gorgeous. Willing to try new things. A total package. That's something you know about your boyfriend. So when he agreed to go dancing with you at Gothams newest club, you were excited. A whole night spent enjoying time with your boyfriend. And you both get to dress up a little. You feel hot, and he definitely looks hot. You didn't think that'd be an issue. But, it is. Because you can see your boyfriend getting held up by two of the prettiest girls you've ever seen.

He's holding two drinks, one for himself and one he went to get for you. It soothes the tightness in your throat that he does not look thrilled to be talking to them. The softness he has when he's with you gone, replaced with poorly masked annoyance.

Any comfort you were feeling from the look on his face disappears when one of the girls puts her hand on his arm, giggling like he's said the funniest thing in the world. Absolutely not. You're walking over to them before Jason even has time to shrug her hand from his arm.

"Hey, honey." You say, voice sweet and sugary as you take one of the drinks from his hand, hooking your arm through his and tucking yourself against him. "Everything okay?"

It makes your heart flutter everytime, the way his entire face seems to change when he looks at you. "Hey, baby. Yeah. Everything's okay. Didn't mean to take so long. Were you worried?" He asks, leaning down to press a kiss to your hair.

The girls seem to deflate at how his complete attention is on you, how he instinctively shifts until you're pressed flushed against his side, two pieces of a whole. You have to force back the pride that threatens to glint in your eyes. "Not worried. I just was getting bored without you."

Neither of you really look over at the girls when they murmur something about catching up with their friends, but Jason manages a polite nod. Once they're gone, his grin widens, eyes teasing. "You were jealous. You called me honey."

You gasp in mock offense, yes, honey isn't the first term of endearment you jump to, but it's a perfectly valid word for him. "Jealous? Jealous that my tall, dark, sweet, and handsome boyfriend was getting hit on?"

He laughs, you think you might have swooned in a different time. "C'mon, pretty. Give me this. I saw you watching."

You can't help but smile at him and wonder, vaugley, if he knows you'd give him anything he asked of you. "Yeah, yeah. I was a little jealous. But, don't think I don't notice when you get jealous. Now, come dance with me. I like this song."

Now it's his turn to gasp, faux denial on his face. "I have never, not once in my life, been jealous."

You roll your eyes, playful and light as you pull him along to the dance floor. "Alright, lover boy. Because you're definitely not the reason my coworker wouldn't talk to me for a week."

He looks pleased at that. "He didn't?"

You raise yourself on your toes, kissing his cheek and leaving a smudge of lipstick. Neither of you move to wipe it off. "Mm. No. He didn't."

"Nice." He mumbles, unhooking your arms so he can hold your waist as you reach the dance floor. "I do get jealous too, though, sometimes."

Laughing, you find the beat of the music together and your world centers on him, just how his centers on you. "I know."

[astralnymphh]

been having ellie williams eating pussy fixation lately, with references to a breeding kink (on readers side).. and breeding denial (on ellie's side).. self-indulgent tbh. witerally just a quickly written drabble. might elaborate another time. [ellie img from claymorrr on pinterest.] here we go! ☆

"E-Ellie— fuck, need 'ur fingers."

An airy sea, darksome and stuffy, eats the glass behind your thin curtains. In turn, the nooks that escape even the most most lurid of light in daytime, have shifted into that sea. Utterly. No silhouettes, no screens, no photo collages of you and her are bound to be seen. Quiet, homely ambiance is one of the things keeping your ears attentive to the bedroom around you, and what's happening inside of it.

Everything. Every sonant breath, every choked gasp, painted eerily— except Ellie.

Dim light a source at the head of your bed, only the shapes closest to it are palely painted. Auburn mane, cedar brown lashes, the heads of your knees, the head in-between them. Feasting sensually on the hallowed breeding grounds hot at the center of you, painted filthily in the sounds it made. Cradled in the perfect light, just enough for your pupils to zero in, and never zero out, consumed by the movement of her working her hungry muscle in and out of your drenched entrance.

"Huh," amused by your please-less plead, your clit is greeted with a scoff against it. "But you've got my tongue, don't need my fingers babe." that serene, soundproof whisper trying to convince you. So sure that what is given, is what will be taken.

Yet, a pit of greed takes root in your brain, and you find anything below the stretch of her painfully lacking.

As Ellie tucks her tongue back inside, lapping at your wetness, you pursue in tales of whines. "Wanna be full of you," leaves your bitten lips, higher-pitched and pulled across your teeth as that knot inside you responds to her tongue; swells on the mouthy sounds that come from it rolling stripes through your folds. Tighter, tighter, it tenses deliciously— and elapses before you can even focus on it, earning her but a frustrated huff out of you, "It's not enough."

"Don't wanna come on my tongue?"

Your hips snap forward for her once again withdrawn mouth anyway, afraid to loose any string of sensation. "Ellie," you fuss her name, and that pussy-eating grin of hers curls into a shit-eating one, laying her risen, pinched and dapple cheeks on the plush of your thigh. Annoyingly cute— just emphasize the annoying part.

"What's up?" clearly, she wants to get under your skin. Tenderly question you, deny, deny, ignite the sparks and quench herself on how cute you are. Grasping that something henpecks you to act so neglected and taking it into advantage like a sagacious cunt, bringing you to orgasm on her plan alone.

Unreserved, your lips.

"Want you t' get me pregnant," breathlessly muffled, humility has fled you. Dirty delights scorching at the hills of your cheeks, reach spoken ends at the tips of your tongue. "Els, I want you— you to.." the recital becomes lost in the haze of your head.

"Yeah?" her cheek tilts off your thigh.

"Yeah."

Her fingertips sunk in the crevice of your crotch and thigh, exert pressure, scooting you completely up to her chin. Silently setting up her answer; her play-along, earnest, and downturned eyes telling you to want otherwise. "Mhh, don't think you're ready for that. Knock you up on a whim? C'mon, babe"

Spoken replies don't necessarily represent gut truths, the telltale opposite answer present in her swallow. Ellie thinks, if she lets herself feed into that desire now— she won't stop.

"Just take my tongue, okay?"

Though weak, you agree, "Okay."

"Good girl," she grates, as if her throat had dried in pausing all attention from your pussy. Her hands float off your hips for a split second before smacking back down, admiring the way it ripples and jiggles the fat there, collecting her peachy, bottom lip beneath her top teeth and tugging it inside. Enamored with your cunt, and how it leaks sleek in the yearn for her fill, her claim, her name.

Her babies, even?

"So fuckin' pretty, gonna let me take my time? Fill you up when we're ready?" coos at it, reaching a lousy hand down to grope herself. In so doing, she brews a moan of her own ache she simmers at, "Fuck." and takes her free fingers as an opportunity to slap your folds, splaying your labia nastily with her index and ring, and hawking spit to your hole— honestly, just to watch it drip like syrup through your pussy lips.

She really is unreserved.

Cold when it hits— you twitch, but hotly-stirring when her tongue peeks out to smear it up to your clit, eyes shut with careful precision— you suck your stomach in.

"That's more like it."

[lamentationsofalonelypotato]

It’s Not A Big Deal

Pairing: Soldier Boy x f!reader, Reader POV

Summary: Dean's in for a rude awakening when he finds out exactly what you did when you got stranded in another universe.

Tropes: Fluff, Frenemies (Dean and the Reader), Awkward Situation, Multiverse Problems.

Word Count: 3.1K (I promise I didn't mean for it to happen)

Warnings: I'm gonna label this 18+ just to be sure. There is some swearing (only a few times), Heated Kiss, Sexual Innuendo, References to Sex/Past Sex (it happens quite a bit). Soldier Boy being Soldier Boy (Everyone knows he’s a warning).

Note: This is told from Reader's perspective. Any references to the reader is made using you or your. There is minimal use of y/n. I tried my best to proofread, but nobody's perfect. If you don’t like, don’t read, but if you do like, you’re my favorite!

Internal monologue is in italics and is in first person

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A/N: Okay I know that I should be working on my other fics, but I had this idea after reading an INCREDIBLE fic by @justagirlinafandomworld called "Stranded" for @jacklesversebingo and I couldn't help myself.

Sam squeals the car into the parking lot of the motel so loud that Dean and you can hear the high pitched scream of rubber on asphalt from your room on the second level.

"If he ruins those tires he's going to pay for them." Dean grumbles under his breath from where he sits at the small wooden table under the window, wiping down his gun with a clean rag. The sunlight that came streaming through dramatized the sharp angles of his jaw and the soft sleepy strands of his hair that still stuck up from when he woke up an hour ago.

"I don't know what his hurry is." You don’t look up from the worn paperback perched in your lap, gently turning the page. "If he's that eager to get back here to tell us something he should have just called."

“Maybe there was a sample sale on hair gel.” Dean laughs at his own joke and you can sense him look up from the gun to try and catch your eye, but you don't raise your gaze from the text.

“That’s pretty brave coming from someone who owns 90% of the products in that bathroom.”

“What? I do not-“

“Really? If I walk in there right now there won’t be seven different half-used deodorant sticks?”

“They’re different smells." Dean says defensively. "And shut up. I don’t comment on how many books you bring with you. Don’t know why you need to shove a million in your bag and then just buy one while you’re here.”

“Because I might not feel like reading the ones I bring. I might want to try something new. And this book,” You wave the book in your hand for emphasis. “Is very good and I don’t have it back at the bunker, and it was only two bucks!"

“But the others ones might be good too. You don’t know.” Dean sighs, looking at you like you're insane. "You just let them sit and rot in your suitcase."

Today was the last day that you would be staying in Louis, Illinois. The current case that the three of you had been working on together had been solved, which meant that the townsfolk were no longer dealing with a zombie outbreak and you were at peace to settle down on your pull out bed with a good book, taking a few moments for yourself.

You desperately needed at least five, but you also wished that you were already back in your room at the bunker.

The bed there didn't have as many springs that stuck into your back at odd angles and didn't squeak whenever you moved an inch. Your inability to find a comfortable position meant that the mattress squeaked all night long and Dean had thrown his pillow at you to make it stop. He hadn’t been pleased when you returned it back to him. Then again, you had hit him in the face with it as hard as you could when you did.

And like hell you were going to give Dean Winchester the satisfaction of sleeping in bed with him. You’d had to do that one time on a hunt where there were no extra rooms and Dean refused to let you sleep on the floor or in his car. He said that you might make it spontaneously combust.  So you'd shared the bed and learned that he was the biggest blanket hog you’d ever met, not to mention when you woke up he was spooning you and you couldn’t be certain, but you thought he had tried to cop a feel at least once.

If anything you’d maybe sleep in Sam’s bed, but the guy was so much bigger than you he took up most of the space, so you were stuck with the pull out couch.

You couldn't wait to be home. You liked going out on cases, but you liked that you had a home now, a space that was only yours, and someplace where you could shut yourself away from the world. And most importantly, away from Dean Winchester, who had been the bane of your existence since the night you met him for the first time.

Of course this wasn't too bad either. Taking a few moments of quiet for yourself while Dean cleaned his guns and sorted some of his tools in his duffle. The two of you were getting more comfortable around one another. When you’d first met there had been a lot of screaming and several "she's not going to be there is she?" and "what the hell is she doing here?" questions that Dean moaned to Sam over and over the more the three of you teamed up.

You weren't used to working with other people, well, now you were,  but before it had just been you and the endless road. But as it began to happen more and more you tried to fit comfortably into the swing of things. Dean and you would occasionally bump heads, but it happened less now than it did before. After five years you'd hoped that the two of you could be more civilized, for Sam's sake at least.

Sam and you got along much better. You didn't understand what Dean's problem was with you, or why he hated you so much. He was always correcting you, insulting you, and snatching things away from you as if you hadn't been hunting your entire life. Occasionally it wasn't that bad, like right now, but it had been much worse a few years ago.

When you'd met Dean you'd hated him, thought he was a dick, but the more the two of you spent time together on cases the more you saw that he did those things to hide what he was feeling and the more you saw how big his heart was.

You believed that your relationship now with him had progressed to a sort of symbiotic relationship, but honestly it was more like passive aggressive roommates who fight over whose turn it is to clean the dishes.

Dean still tended to get high and mighty sometimes and annoyed you without end, but you stuck around and in Sam's words "bickered like an old couple."

Sam had gone to grab some snacks and fill the tank at the gas station down the street twenty minutes ago, leaving with a joyful "Don't kill each other."

So far there were no casualties, but apart of you itched to beam Dean in the back of the head with the paperback just for a little bit of excitement.

Sam bursts into the room out of breath. "Okay I-"

"Where's the fire Sammy?" Dean sighs looking up from his gun.

"I ran into someone when I was at the gas station." Sam says it all together, as if it's one sentence.

"And?" You move your hand in a come on gesture hoping that Sam will get to the point.

"Well he's- he's-"

The man that pushes into the room past Sam is not Dean, he looks like him, but that's not why he's so familiar. He's muscular with dark brown hair that hangs a little longer than Dean's, over the top of his ears, while a few strands fall forward on his forehead. He's allowed a dark beard to cover his cheeks, but his eyes are the same piercing green that they were the last time you saw him. And if that wasn't enough for you to recognize him, the dark green superhero suit would be a dead giveaway.

Oh shit.

"Ben?" You drop your book onto the thick carpeted floor in surprise.

Two months ago you had been unwillingly transported to another reality, a reality where superheroes were real, people had powers, and where you met a version of Dean that you actually got along with better than the Dean in your reality.

You hadn't told Sam or Dean what happened between Ben and you. You weren't about to admit out loud that you actually got along with another version of Dean or admit that you found the other version of Dean aka Ben, attractive. So attractive in fact that you had spent a good amount of the time in the other universe in bed with him before you came back to your reality.

Ben doesn't respond, instead he crosses the room in several powerful strides, and hauls you up off the pull out couch.

"What are you-"

One of his hands tangles in the back of your hair, pulling your mouth against his in a furious kiss that steals your breath away and silences whatever you were going to say next. A part of you registers that Dean and Sam are still in the room, but it's quickly swept away by how it feels to kiss Ben. You hadn't forgotten him, anything but that. Sometimes you actually kind of missed him, when you were lonely or when the Dean from your universe annoyed you too much. Because Ben annoyed you too, but at least at the end of it there was a way to relieve the tension. With Dean the only place you put all your frustration was into the hunt and there were only so many times you could bash a Djinn’s head in.

Ben's tongue brushes against your bottom lip, begging for entrance, and you let him in, bringing your hands up to the back of his neck to thread into the long strands of his hair. The strands fall between your fingertips, feathering out from your grip. You moan softly into his mouth as he deepens the kiss, feeling the familiar scratch of his beard against your cheeks, and feel his hand begin to slip down your back to rest on the curve of your ass.

Well, he certainly hasn't changed.

"Fuck I missed you sweetheart." Ben murmurs against your mouth squeezing your butt to emphasize the point. "You and this sexy fucking body."

"Ben." You roll your eyes with a snort.

"What? You didn't miss me?" He raises an eyebrow, forcing his mouth into an attractive pout. "Because you certainly seemed happy to see me a second ago." His free hand gently traces your plump lower lip with the pad of your thumb.

"I did and I am happy to see you, but what are you doing here?"

"Thought so." Ben leans his head back down towards yours, ignoring your question as he tries to kiss you again, but before he can Dean interrupts.

"What the fuck is going on?" Dean shouts, standing from the table under the window, and points his gun at Ben's unprotected back. "Who the fuck are you?"

Ben half turns over his shoulder eyes flicking from the gun to Dean with a sigh. "Look the only thing that's gonna do is piss me off. And you don't want that kid."

Dean makes a face. "Who the hell are you calling kid?"

"Now why don't you two fuck off for a few hours, let me give her a proper hello." Ben turns his dark eyes back on you, cupping your chin in his large hand.

"Y/n? You want to tell us what's happening? Or who this guy is?" Sam asks, but you can't look away from Ben.

You really had missed him. Ben was even more attractive than you remembered. The day that you'd left his universe, Ben had asked you to stay, well, had asked you in his own way. He'd said that he wasn't done with you and if you had stayed he would have made it worth your while. But you had to come back. You weren’t sure how Dean and Sam would survive without you and also because the universe that Ben inhabited was more terrifying than yours, and that was saying something, given that you dealt with demons on a daily basis.

"Guys this is Ben." You clear your throat. "Ben this is Dean and Sam."

"Ben as in Soldier Boy? From the fucked up reality with the people with superpowers Ben?" Dean sputters. He lowered the gun slightly, but he's still looking from Ben to you like he's just walked in on his parents making out.

"Yes." You say it slowly, trying to find a way out, but there really isn't any way to hide this.

It's not that big a deal, is it?

Ben releases you and turns to look at Dean, eyes skating over his body. "So that's Dean?" He tilts his head to the side. "Kinda scrawny. The way you described him made me think he'd look a little more like a man and less like a fucking pussy."

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Dean takes a step towards Ben, holding his gun steady out from his chest. You noticed that Dean did try to puff it out more after Ben's insult.

"You heard me." Ben smirks, welcoming the challenge.

"Whoa!" You step between them. "Calm down ladies there's enough Prada to go around at this sample sale."

Ben's eyes narrow in confusion at your comment, but he doesn't back down from Dean.

"I'd say that you left a few details out of your trip!" Dean shouts looking from Ben to you in disgust. "Did you sleep with me?"

"What?" You look at him like he’s crazy.

What does he mean?

"You, and him." Dean gestures wildly with the gun. "Did you sleep with me?"

"What are you talking about? No I didn't sleep with you, I slept with him and it was only once!" You shout back.

Ben clears his throat.

"Fine. A few times.” You correct with a sigh.

“But- you- him-“ Dean’s head turns from Ben to you. “Him- you-.”

“Yeah. Me and her fucked.” Ben says it slowly like Dean is a child.

Honestly he was acting a little bit like a child.

Sam is holding back his laughter behind a hand while Dean’s eye begins to twitch aggressively.

This is exactly why I didn’t tell him. They aren’t the same person! Dean is Dean and Ben is Ben. Someone who shares the same face. And probably the same other things that I’m not going to think about right now because that seems crazy.

"How many times is a few?” Dean demands.

"Why does that matter?”

"HOW MANY?" He shouts so loud that you think the people in the next room over were probably having a wonderful time listening to this soap opera.

Because it kinda did sound like one right? The main character never gets along with someone and then gets transported to another reality through a colorful portal and immediately clicks with another version of him. And-

Maybe I need to rethink my life.

"Well..." Your face scrunched up trying to count exactly how many times that you and Ben had sex. It was difficult. Not that it was hard to remember, you knew that you weren’t going to forget it anytime soon, but just the amount of times the two of you were together was more than you could count on your fingers.

"Well what? You were there for five days!"

"I mean..." You shrug.

“Why?” Dean groans pinching the bridge of his nose as if trying to scrub the images from his brain.

Honestly, if he’d told you that he had sex with another version of you, you probably would have had the same reaction, but you were not about to admit that to Dean Winchester of all people.

He’s not gonna win this argument. Especially not when he's waving his gun around like a psychopath.

“Because he's-“ You  glance over at Ben who winks at you. “I don’t know. He’s just kinda-.”

“Everything you’re not.” Ben raises his eyebrow at Dean.

“Sammy you gonna weigh in on this?” You look at Sam expectantly hoping that he can jolt Dean out of the never ending loop he seemed to be stuck in.

“Nope. I’m staying out of it.” Sam holds his hands up in surrender.

“I cannot believe you slept with me!” Dean shouts again.

“Stop saying that! I didn’t sleep with you! I slept with him. Can we please move on-“ You groan.

"Same thing!"

"What? How is it the same thing?” You plant your hands on your hips glaring at Dean.

"He's me from another universe!" Dean is gesturing wildly with his gun now. “How would you feel if I slept with an alternate version of you?”

“It’s completely different!”

“How?”

“They aren’t us!”

“He sure as hell looks like me!" Dean snaps back. "What did you close your eyes the whole time or something?"

Your cheeks flare bright red with Dean's question. "No I didn't!"

“And I don’t look like you.” Ben grunts crossing his arms over his chest and giving Dean a once over again.

“He also doesn’t act like you.” You add.

It was true, Ben didn’t. And for some reason you got along with him more. You didn’t understand what Dean’s problem was, but for the better part of five years he’d been treating you like you hadn’t been hunting your whole life. Not to mention the first three years were spent with Dean barely saying two words to you without some kind of insult attached.

“That’s beside the point!”

“How is that beside the point?” You demand.

“I can’t believe you did this!”

"I didn't kill anyone Dean. I didn't torture any babies or kill any puppies. We are consenting adults! We had sex-"

“No no no!” Dean puts his fingers in his ears. “Lalalalala.” He sings to himself to avoid the image.

"And we're gonna have it again. So the two of you should clear out, unless you're in to that kind of thing Deanie.” Ben wraps his arm around your shoulders to pull you into him, but you don’t take your eyes off of Dean.

“Fuck I’m gonna need so much therapy after this” Dean groans putting the gun down on the table. Which was a good sign because now you weren’t worried that he would accidentally shoot Sam in the foot.

“Really? After everything you’ve gone through that’s what pushes you over the edge?” You ask him in shock.

“Yes. Are you happy? You’ve driven me to the point of insanity!” Dean snaps.

"You're acting like a child."

"I am not! I am having a completely normal reaction to finding out you slept with Wannabe Captain America!” Dean gestures to all of Ben who looks at Dean like he can’t tell if it’s an insult or not. 

You take in a deep breath to calm your racing heart. “Why are you so upset that I slept with him Dean? I don’t understand how this is so earth shattering to you that two people had sex! You have sex with people all the time-“

“Not with you!”He snaps back, but then clears his throat when he realized what he just said.

“He is not YOU!” You shout rolling your eyes for the millionth time. At the rate he was going, you were sure they were going to roll out of your head. 

“As important as this conversation is… can we maybe put a pin in it and go back to why he’s here?” Sam asks diplomatically.

“No-“ Dean says at the same time you say.

“Yes! Ben why are you here?”

“Don’t really know.” He shrugs taking a long hit from a joint that seemed to materialize out of thin air, while tightening his arm over your shoulders. “All I know was that I was fighting Homelander and someone hit me from behind. Then I ended up here.” Ben’s eyes trace your body. “But I’m not complaining, especially not because I got to see you again doll.” He winks.

“Homelander?” Dean repeats. “That is the stupidest hero name I’ve ever heard in my entire life.”

“He’s anything but a hero.” You fight the shudder from the last time you ran in to him. “Think about Superman if Superman was a narcissistic sadist with a massive inferiority complex, no weakness, and an obsession with perfect hair.”

Dean looks Ben up and down with a heavy sigh. “I’m disappointed that I couldn’t have at least been a bit more like Batman.”

“Trust me. You don’t want to meet knockoff Batman from his reality either.” You respond.

"I guess I'll start doing some research." Sam says slowly, looking from Ben to you while hiding a smile.

He’s enjoying this way too much.

"Good." Dean frowns at Ben, before he claps him hard on the shoulder. You saw Dean fight the wince when he felt how solid Ben was. "Let's get you home buddy." His eyes dart from Ben to you. "Before you do anything else that'll scar me for life."

Thank you so much for reading! Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are not required, but are always appreciated! 😊

Taglist: @roseblue373 @mrsjenniferwinchester

[myosotisa]

‖ tags: smut, monsterfucking, size kink, unprotected p in v or p in a (p in hole, if you will), praise kink, knotting, creampie, multiple orgasms, gender neutral reader referred to as 'baby' and 'honey', overstim if you squint

‖ word count: 880

“Honey, I'm – fffuck, I'm gonna –”

You grip his biceps tighter, cross your ankles, dig your heels into his lower back to keep him as close as possible. Shaking like a leaf, panting like an animal from your 2nd orgasm on his thick cock, you don't hesitate to beg. “Please, I want it. Want your cum, w-want your knot, please!”

He moans; a two toned sound of his voice pitching up in pleasure and the rumble of the growl on his chest. You can tell the moment he gives in to the release by the way his head starts to nod in agreement and the grip of his fingers presses in.

“Gonna give you what you want, baby, always gonna give you what you want,” he murmurs, almost mindlessly as the snapping of his hips into yours stutters and loses form. A few more moans and whines fall from his throat as his eyes squeeze shut – his cock kicking up inside you once, twice, and then you feel it.

The moment his nails dig into your skin, he swaps from thrusting in and out of your wet heat to a dirty roll of his hips against yours. The heavy knot at the base of his cock prods and presses against your entrance, the angle of his hips shifting and searching to try and get it inside you as his long groan turns to a whine.

Sometimes he's not able to knot you successfully, your body just not made to take the intrusion – but you want it so, so bad. Want him to plug you up with his cock and cum more than anything.

Maybe it's your determination, or maybe it's dumb luck, but his knot notches at a point that seems to make his animal instincts hone in. He rolls his hips into yours at the same angle again and again and again before it smoothly slips inside you.

You let out a hiss of pleasured pain at the sudden stretch at the same time of his sigh of relief, his expression switching from focused to blissed out as the last spurts of his warm come stay successfully locked inside.

After a single moment to recover, he's lowering himself on his forearms, draping his body over yours. “Did so good for me, honey, so perfect.” He breathes out hot air across the sweat rapidly starting to cool on your skin, making goosebumps appear that he presses open mouth kisses to.

“Thank you,” you sigh, happily dazed and comforted with the feeling of his skin against yours while you wind your fingers into the hair at the base of his neck. He shudders when you scratch your nails against the sensitive skin there, a shaky sigh leaving his own throat as he tilts down to nudge his nose against your throat.

“Careful,” he says with a breathless laugh, “keep doing shit like that and the knot will never go down.”

And maybe you're still cockdrunk, still lost in your desire when you purposely do it again, timing his shudder with a clench of your inner muscles around him. He makes a sound between a gasp and a whine, instinctively rolling his hips and shifting the knot swollen inside you.

“H–honey…” He warns pitifully, shifting his head back up to look you in the eye. When he sees the glazed over, smirking expression on your face, you feel his cock kick up again in interest.

“Maybe I don't want it to go down,” your voice is pitched low as you roll your hips up into his again, making both of you gasp as his cock shifts slightly and hits a different spot. “Maybe I want you to fuck me on your knot until you come again, over and over–” Your own filthy imagination makes you clench around him again with a gasp, your nails digging in to the nape of his neck.

He leans back, dragging you with him as he tucks his hairy thighs under yours and sits back on his heels with you still locked tightly in his lap. His hips mindlessly roll, his eyes locked on where you're connected as he watches the knot keep him from leaving your warm, wet hole while he rocks into you over and over.

You whimper, hands gripping his forearms now as you watch him watching you, your mouth hung open to take in air. You're so, so full – like you can feel it in your lungs.

His glance moves up to your face, his cock throbbing once more at the pleasure and want he sees there. “You’re,” he pauses to let out a shaky laugh, in disbelief and adoration. “Baby, you're insatiable.”

“Mhmm,” you hum, triggering him to pull your hips back against his harder, both of you moaning around the small shifts of his knot inside you. “Wanna stay here forever…”

“Fffuck,” he stutters, head tipping back as his face contorts into something that looks like agony. “It's really– We’re really going to be stuck here if you keep talking like that.”

He still doesn't seem to grasp how serious you are, how much you crave him. You purposely tighten around him, a pretty moan tumbling out of his swollen, pink lips before his wide eyes snap to you.

“Good.”

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[thegoldencontracts]

Too Late!

You and Azul are texting each other one day when he accidentally sends you some more honest texts.

Note/Warnings: Azul/Reader, fluff with a smidgen of angst (specifically Azul insecurities, he gets comforted tho)

You loved Azul. A lot. You'd been dating him for quite a while now, after all. But you couldn't deny that it felt like he was a bit- formal with you, to say the least. Sometimes, it felt like he was playing the role of a perfect boyfriend in a Romance Novel's screen adaptation. How did he really feel? Was he happy to be somewhere, or was he just playing along so that the other students in his dorm could see how attractive and understanding he was while they seethed in envy at the fact that they were single and he wasn't?

Which was why when Azul slipped up one day when you were texting, you were very, very happy about it.

It was a boring evening, like always. You were texting Azul, complaining about your homework while lounging in your bed like always. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Zuzuuu <3: You know, if you'd like, I'd be happy to assist with your homework. It'll even be on the house, just for you.

Me: cant believe im dating a capitalist mf /lh

Me: really tho, tysmmm for helping <3 I don't deserve u bbg...

And then, something completely out of the ordinary happened.

Zuzuuu <3: how could you say that you're literally so perfect? I love you so much I keep doodling you bc you're so. Pretty. I simp so hard for you plz never say that again <3

At first, you wondered if Floyd wrote the text as a joke. It was pretty in character for him, after all. But that didn't make sense. This wasn't Floyd's way of texting, nor did it even attempt to imitate Azul's. When Floyd was in the mood to prank someone, he put in the effort to make it good.

Whatever. You took a screenshot of the message so you could treasure it forever. And lucky you, because right after you did, the message was deleted.

Zuzuuu <3: Please don't say such things about yourself, even for comedic purposes.

He was not being slick with that. You sent a text in response, giggling all the while.

Zuzuuu <3: Regardless, would you like to come over later today?

Me: Real slick hehe... Plz show me ur doodles of me they probably look so good bc you're good at art just like everything else somehow

After a while, Azul replied.

Zuzuuu <3: I don't know what you're referring to. Regardless, would you like to come over?

As much as you wanted to press, you decided not to. Too much pressing would just make Azul clam up more. You'd just have to get him in person, where it'd be harder for him to run away when you showed him the screenshot.

Me: Sureee! Heading over right now

And so, you set out for Octavinelle, evidence in hand. You were going to make him admit he sent that text.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

By the time you got to Azul's room, you had everything planned out. He wasn't usually so candid with you, and he was clearly ashamed of it when he was. You were going to figure out why.

You knocked on the door, and Azul opened it, letting you in.

"Come in," he said, tone even more formal than usual, by some miracle.

"Thanks," you said, taking a seat.

"So, about that text-"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Azul said, quick to cut you off.

"So quick to interrupt, Azul!" You said with a mock-pout, before grinning as you pulled up the screenshot on your phone. "But I think you do."

First, Azul's mouth hung open in shock. Then, his whole face turned red, lip quivering as a high-pitched whine left his mouth. Then, he moved to snatch the phone from your hands.

You narrowly dodged, and you couldn't resist sticking out your tongue at him.

"Too slow!" You laughed as he tried to grab the phone from you again, only to fail even more without the element of surprise on his side, because for all of Azul's many strengths, speed wasn't one of them.

"Delete that at once!" He shrieked, voice cracking in the middle.

He kept trying to grab it for a while, before finally giving up.

"Fine, fine," he grumbled, pouting like a kid. Cute. "You win. Are you satisfied now?"

"Very," you said, "because I get to see you. Your actual thoughts. Not just the ultra-filtered version."

Azul scoffed at that, seemingly in disbelief, though you saw the way he stifled a smile.

"Don't flatter me," he said. "My 'true thoughts' are not something you'd want to see in the slightest. Merely a more pathetic, messy version of what I already tell you."

"And that's precisely why I want to hear it," she said. "You sound so perfect all the time that I wonder whether you're really being honest with me, you know. It's just so refreshing to see you be gushy and candid about things. And pretty cute."

"How odd," he said, before turning to you with a face more genuine. "Thank you. For what little it's worth, I'll try to be a tad more honest with you. I can't promise anything, though."

You smiled.

"That's all I ask."

And really, truly, that was enough.

Bonus:

"So, how'd you learn so much internet lingo? Never took you for that kinda guy."

"I'm in the board games club with Idia Shroud. What did you expect?"

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 410: Kacchan Fights a Baby

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan was born and then he grew up and murdered the Demon Lord.

Today on BnHA: Kacchan fights a baby. Tomura and Deku finally remember that they were supposed to have been fighting too this entire time, and get on with that once again. Tomura is all, “[literally just reaches out and grabs Deku’s face because Deku’s main character powers suddenly abandoned him in a fit of confusion].” Deku is all, “[chops off Tomura’s fingers which is somehow not even in the top twenty of violent things that have happened in this series in just the last five chapters].” Tomura is all “joke’s on you I still got your quirk :D” and fuck me he actually stole Danger Sense, what the fuck.

logically I knew AFO still had to be alive somehow because he’s too big of a villain to go out that easily without a proper sendoff. but deep in my heart, I’m still secretly disappointed

it just isn’t fair, lol. this guy has died more times than Rasputin and he’s still out here scheming his schemey schemes. when oh when will it end

sir you did not just say you had yet ANOTHER unused trump card up your sleeve??

(ETA: the translation isn’t fully clear here, but I think the trump card he’s referring to is the whole “I’ll just go back inside him and join the part of me that was already in there and we’ll take over Tomura’s body again together” plan that he was trying to pull off. I think. if not though, that’s certainly something worth speculating about.)

well as always the psychology in this series is unironically fascinating! he just wants acknowledgement at the end of the day, huh. just wants some love and attention. too bad he was born in a rat-infested hellscape and learned all the wrong lessons and turned into a crazed omnipotent murderlad

also he really did turn back into a baby sdfsdlkjfl oh no. I need to see Katsuki’s reaction to this immediately

oh my lord

(●__●)

lmao this is so incredibly fucked up

ngl though, this is karma at its finest. he tortured and killed so many people trying to earn everyone’s fear and awe and reverence, only to literally blip out of existence at the end with absolutely nothing to show for it

everyone please enjoy this series of panels of a deeply vexed Bakugou Katsuki picking a fight with this slowly melting evil baby

“you think I care that you’re a baby now. you think I won’t fight a fuckin’ baby. let’s do this you little punk”

also I’m sorry but it���s absolutely ridiculous that the gigantic chest wound Tomura inflicted on him got sewed up so neatly lol. AFO’s not the only one who stubbornly refuses to die no matter what

...

just once, it would be nice if Horikoshi didn’t immediately shred my plot nitpicks to pieces mere seconds after I write them

LMAO

BABY AFO DON’T CARE. BABY AFO WILL THROW HANDS WITH ANYONE ＼(｀0´)／

KACCHAN MY BELOVED FAVE OF ALL TIME, ARE YOU REALLY ABOUT TO LOSE TO A LITERAL FUCKING INFANT

WHAT HAPPENED TO “PERFECT VICTORY” LMAO. MOVING THE GOALPOSTS EVEN AS HIS CONSCIOUSNESS FADES. “EH, CLOSE ENOUGH”

-- OH FOR THE LOVE OF --

me: wow it sure is uncharacteristic of Katsuki to just pass out before he properly wraps up this battle

Horikoshi: oh yeah good point, sure would be a shame if someone... IMMEDIATELY ADDRESSED THAT CONCERN ON THE VERY NEXT PAGE

me: ఠ_ఠ

ldskjflaksdjfkds

fdsfsdkf. “SORRY ABOUT THAT, FOR A MOMENT THERE I ALMOST FORGOT TO BEND THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE TO MY WILL”

holy fucking shit. his body was all “um, just a quick reminder that you’re HORRIBLY WOUNDED and have lost like ten gallons of blood and all of your cells are about to call an emergency meeting to shut this thing down before you get us all killed.” and he was all “WHAT WAS THAT?!” and his body was all “oh my GOD, FUCK, OKAY just forget we said anything”

and meanwhile Baby AFO is just lying there all “(◉⌓◉)”

this six-month-old child is truly and sincerely still trying to kill Kacchan while screeching death threats in high-pitched baby talk

this actually would have killed him too, if he’d succeeded in passing out. all that just to be punk’d by a damn baby

you are actually shitting me right now

at this point I’m genuinely not sure which of them has the more powerful angry toddler energy

oh no ffuffkdsfk

meeeeelting. meeeeeeltiiiiiing!!! oh what a world what a world

jesus Horikoshi I am genuinely speechless

... welp

WAIT NO WAY, REALLY?!?!

?!?!?! WAS IT ACTUALLY THAT SIMPLE THIS WHOLE TIME

-- lkjf

three times. three times in the same fucking chapter. I give up. apparently I’ll literally believe anything this man says. does it feel good, Horikoshi. preying on your readers’ hopeful naivete

yeefuckinghaw lmao

GOOD JOB KACCHAN YOU DEFEATED THE EVIL BABY

awwwww

I actually had a theory about this! well more of a wishlist item, really. I can’t remember if I’ve actually posted about it yet or not. but it’s like. you know how Deku and Kacchan are always being really dramatic about holding hands? wanting to hold hands; not wanting to hold hands; being afraid to hold hands; holding hands via proxy, etc. etc.?

and you know how both Endeavor and All Might have each done their own version of the victory pose that Kacchan is referring to here? with each one using a different hand?

so you see, I was thinking that it might be nice. might be a little poetic and all that. if at the end of the fight, Deku and Kacchan did, in fact, hold hands. and then did the victory pose together. and it became like their iconic hero moment. them standing there together. having accomplished their goal and defeated TomurAFO through teamwork. realizing their shared childhood dream. and sharing that moment of triumph with each other and with the world, ushering in a new era of heroes

anyway yeah. I was thinking that might be a pretty good ending. but it looks like Kacchan maybe really is about to pass out here now, lol, so maybe not? anyways time to finally scroll down

-- okay I literally said awww again out loud

what a fucking nerd. I have never felt more fondness for a character in my life

every damn person watching this on the news better have leaped to their feet and started applauding, goddammit. those motherfuckers better be CHANTING HIS FUCKING NAME. all those nagging reporters better be bombarding his phone with calls. those fuckers who deleted his footage from the Shouto interview better be shamelessly leaving him dozens of voicemails acting like none of that ever happened and presumptuously asking when he can free some time in his schedule to visit their studio again. all the heroes who haven’t hugged him yet better be lining the fuck up. that one guy from the post-kidnapping press conference in chapter 86 better be writing a fifty page letter of apology!!

oh hey it’s a random pre-battle flashback mysteriously taking place in Troy “a few days before the battle” even though I thought they only moved into that place the night before the fight

I love how Katsuki immediately narrows his eyes (I assume. we can’t see for sure but that’s the vibe I get) at Jeanist and has to resist the urge to call the police on him for that pun

so Hadou’s wondering what Jeanist is talking about because they already evacuated the civilians, so what else are they trying to protect. and Edgeshot is all, “well obviously we’ve gotta protect everyone’s future,” which is a nice... rearshadowing?? for him saving Katsuki’s life later on lol

and now Mirko is all “get to the fucking point already.” which, same

so Jeanist says that Tomura is an even bigger problem than AFO, because at least AFO doesn’t want to murder everyone on the entire planet. and he concludes with “he’ll probably try to touch the ground and use his quirk.” which is a conclusion that I have to say wasn’t really worth two pages of flashback buildup for, considering that we all figured that out years ago

I’m guessing this is all just some sort of awkward transition back to Deku’s fight now lol

and now we’re getting two pages of exposition on how long it would theoretically take Tomura’s Decay to spread throughout the city, and then the entire country, yikes

damn. talk about stakes

and now finally back to Deku!!

shoutout to everyone who correctly predicted that Deku was once again talking out of his ass when it came to being out of Gearshifts. we all knew. unlimited supply

wow Tomura way to throw AFO under the bus

the way I recall it, AFO wasn’t the one who failed to kill him back then lol. but go ahead and talk your shit king

DEKU WHAT ARE YOU DOING

holy shit?!?!

like my first thought was “well last time he did this he just tried to steal OFA rather than Decay him, so he’ll probably try that again and it’ll be fine.” only to remember that the AFO inside Tomura is currently permanently(?) out to lunch, and Tomura himself doesn’t give two figs about stealing OFA. so, uhhhh >_>

(ETA: nevermind.)

but then this happened

Deku what the actual fuck

OH MY GOD??!?!

HOLY SHIT

okay. okay, fuck. lemme gather up my thoughts, and then we’ll wrap this up

they’ll never admit it, but you know the other OFA Vestiges secretly resented Shino a tiny bit for being the only one of them to not be gruesomely murdered. bet they all feel guilty for thinking that now

Shino and Banjou also seemed to have this cute little pseudo-rivalry thing going on, so I really feel bad for Banjou now. :/ he looks so horrified in that bottom right panel

gotta admit, I did not see this coming in the slightest. OFA has been this immutable “I do what I want!” quirk for so long that I never thought Tomura or AFO would actually succeed in stealing it, even partially. that shook me to my core

BUT, it’s also really exciting to me because it’s going to make this battle much more interesting if Deku can’t use his get out of jail free card. shit just got way more real and I’m here for it

lastly, so! let me tell you guys my prediction. I still can’t see Tomura being the final villain lol. I just can’t. it feels too anticlimactic. if I’m wrong, I’m wrong, and I’ve certainly botched MANY predictions in the past, but I have not yet learned my lesson from any of it and I will not apologize lol

so here’s what I think. Deku and Tomura battle it out for the next chapter or two, and Tomura snatches up more of Deku’s quirks one by one. we see all of the Vestiges disappearing and the mood gets more and more desperate. eventually we’re down to just Kudou and Yoichi. Deku is panicking, but for some reason Kudou seems even MORE panicked

Kudou/Gearshift eventually gets stolen too, and it looks like this might finally be it for Deku (I have no idea how he’d stop Tomura from Decaying the ground once Blackwhip gets stolen, btw, but maybe Katsuki or someone else interferes in desperation towards the end). but just when it looks like Tomura is finally going to take the last piece of OFA, Deku’s vibes suddenly do a 180, stopping Tomura in his tracks

cut to the OFA Moon Gorgeous Meditation Realm, where Deku and Yoichi are staring at the door -- yes, that door -- in shock. because it’s finally been opened (now that the other Vestiges are no longer there to keep it at bay). and just like that, enter AFO, for the THIRD FUCKING TIME :D :D

tl;dr, HERE’S HOW HORCRUX!DEKU CAN STILL HAPPEN!!! wait where are you all going. wait come back

anyway so wow that was a really bizarre chapter that I truly thoroughly enjoyed, which should probably be a bit concerning. on to the next two week break! (for anyone who’s not aware, Shounen Jump will be on break next week, so yeah.) I’m on chapter 391 now. so close but still so far. the end of the year has gone by too damn fast tbh

[berylcups]

La Squadra x Reader: What makes them laugh

CW: suggestive behavior (Melone being Melone), getting scared, food, spicy food, annoyed pets( no pets real or imaginary were harmed in this post), gamer rage, language barriers, minor DNI

Notes: some of the videos suggest may or may not be offensive to you or your morals (mostly referring to cart narcs and some Gi Joe PSAs) so please view at your own discretion and mental health in mind! This is a post made for funsies and not meant to harm in anyway. Humor is subjective and as someone with privilege but also is AuDHD there maybe somethings I overlooked. Just know that Beryl loves you all and cares about you all 💜 Also regarding Prosciutto…he might be a little OOC. The only real humor I could see him having is like boomer humor or political humor but that is such a gross yucky subject and I want to keep this post as positive as possible. I hope I did him justice! I hope you enjoy either way! 💜 Beryl

Risotto

What type of humor do they have?: dark humor/ jump scare reactions

How do they laugh?: he has a low deep rumble of a chuckle when he does laugh it almost sounds like an evil villain’s laughter. It’s a little intimidating! But don’t tell him that we want him to laugh more! 🖤

Anything you do make them laugh?: anytime something makes you jump he can’t help but let out a chuckle. Whether someone shows up in your line of sight suddenly and it startles you, or a loud noise makes you scream like a crack of lightning.

You were in the kitchen of the base sneaking a piece of a cake, you knew nobody else was home so you could easily steal the last piece of strawberry cake. You felt so evil, you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself!

As soon as you took a forkful and put it near your mouth, a flash of lightning struck and you felt a massive hand on your shoulder with hot breath on your neck.

“…that’s the last piece…I hope you plan on sharing it Y/N…” you heard a deep voice rumble.

The pure rush of adrenaline jolted through you like the lightning outside and you jumped up, dropping the plate and letting out the most high pitched pathetic screech. The plate shattered all over the kitchen floor completely ruining the cake.

“Damn it Risotto! Don’t scare me like that!” You whined. “Stop being invisible and show yourself!”

He chuckled as he revealed himself, he had a rare shit eating grin on his face.

“Sorry… I really couldn’t help myself. It was the perfect opportunity to get you like that.” He snickered as rubbed your head.

“Sigh…I’m happy that you are enjoying yourself. But I almost peed myself and I dropped a perfectly good piece of cake.” You whined.

“Well I hate to say it but karma is a bitch. That’s what happens when you try to sneak off with the last piece.” He smirked as he got out the broom and dust pan.

“And I would have gotten away with it too if it wasn’t for you being a creeper.” You huffed.

What types of videos make them laugh?: jumpscare reactions- especially if it’s older people playing the scary maze. He thinks it’s hilarious! But he feels bad when he sees little kids get scared, that’s not funny to him 😞 any kid age 12+ though is fine with him- it’s time for them to grow up 😈

Any examples?: nothing specific- look for videos of people getting tricked into getting jump scared 😅 like scary maze, the video of the car driving down through the hills, FNAF, etc.

Formaggio

What type of humor do they have?: funny memes/ voice over parodies

How do they laugh?: he starts off with a goofy low deep chuckle then as it progresses it turns into a roaring laughter where he’s gasping and holding his stomach. Very infectious 🤭

Anything you do make them laugh?: This guy is all giggles! It’s never hard to make him laugh. But his favorite thing is when you reference his favorite videos.

“Hey hey hey~! Get off the counter Asiago!” You scolded the cat. The grey furball turned its butt at you and continued to prance across the counter. “Oh? We’re playing this game huh? Don’t make me give you a body massage~…”

“Who wants a body massage?”you asked in a deep voice, picking up the cat off the counter before she could escape.

“Mister body massage machine GO” you aggressively rubbed the cats belly.

“Pfft hey~! Where’s my body massage?” He laughed watching you playfully manhandle the cat.

“Make me some pork chop sandwiches and maybe zaddy will give ya a body massage!” You struggled to say through your giggling.

The cat was fed up with both of your guys bullshit and jumped out of your arms and ran off hissing.

What types of videos make them laugh?: GI Joe PSAs, Jaboody Dubs- he loves silly voice overs of his favorite American cartoons. Taking them out of context and rewriting the dialogue makes him want to piss himself from laughter.

Any examples?: Pork Chop Sandwiches! I’m a computer, stop all the downloading!

Illuso

What type of humor do they have?: “nailed it “ humor

How do they laugh?: He laughs just as obnoxiously as he does in the dub. Its very unflattering and he sounds like a hyena. Despite that, it’s very contagious!

Anything you do make them laugh?: when you tried to make cute rainbow cupcakes and all the colors bled together making it look like an absolute disaster. The icing melted and the rainbow candy wouldn’t retain its rainbow shape...Its just a sugary sticky mess.

“Ha-Nice job. Very well done.” Illuso snickered. “It looks like a leprechaun vomited all over your cake pan!” he howled.

“It looks so fucking miserable! Did you even try???” he cackled. “Next time, leave the baking to me!”

“Oh fuck off Lulu.”you groaned, rubbing your temples in frustration. “Anytime I pintrest anything, it always-ALWAYS goes wrong.”

He wiped the tears from his face as he tried to calm himself down from his high.

“Hey, hey… Calm down Y/N. Baking is very fickle. I’ll help you out next time. You did the best you could. Trial and error is unfortunately part of the baking process” he said rubbing your back.

“I just really wanted some cute tasty cupcakes…”you pouted.

“I could tell. You didn’t let the cupcakes cool long enough before you put the icing on them. That's why it melted right off.” he stuck a finger in one of the cakes and tasted the frosting. “Mmm…still tastes good though. Lets just eat them anyway. Ugly cake is still good cake.”

.

What types of videos make them laugh?: “Nailed it” show, parkour/stunt fails, live tv bloopers/ fails, makeup fails

Any examples?: grape lady falls

Pesci

What type of humor do they have?: cute animal humor

How do they laugh?: he tries to hold back his laughs but fails with an adorable snort. He has a giggle that sounds like pure joy from an angel. 😇 It’s a big belly laugh and it’s hard not to laugh along with him. Hearing his laugh is always going to put you in a good mood! 😁

Anything you do make them laugh?: when you panic and freak out holding an upset octopus that you accidentally caught while fishing.

“lil guppy~! Put down the camera and help me~! Ow ow ow!” You squealed trying to pry to the angry octopuses suction cups off of you.

“My poor precious pearl! Don’t worry! I’ll help you!” He quickly took a few more pictures of your scuffle with the cephalopod and walked over to gently but firmly pull the tentacles off your face and chest.

He wrangled the fuming octopus and gently but swiftly removed the hook from it. He then he quickly dropped it back into its home in the sea.

“Oh thank god… Thank you Pesci. You’re my hero!” You sighed in relief and rubbed the sore spots the suction cups left.

. “You’re very welcome Y/N. I’m just thankful you’re okay. You weren’t in any real danger. Octopus encounters are just really uncomfortable.” Pesci looks at you and your red splotches, making a gentle giggle.

“What’s so funny??” You whined, putting hands on your hips. You were annoyed he was laughing after a moment like this but knowing how kind he was you’d give him a moment to explain himself.

“The octopus gave you a bunch of welts making it look like you have polka dots!” He laughed light-heartedly. “ you poor thing, I’ll have to give you some cream to help your irritated skin.”

“Sigh… I’m so accident prone. Maybe it was a bad idea to join you on your fishing trips.” You pouted.

“No! Not at all!” He said, giving you a big reassuring hug . “ I love having you with me! I want you to come with me all the time!…only if you want to of course.”

“I’d love too.” You smiled. “As long as I don’t catch anymore angry octopi.” You softly giggled.

What types of videos make them laugh?: he loves watching cat and dog videos of them being silly and doing goofy things! He has a wholesome sense of humor.

Any examples?: Today I groomed a new species | the weirdest cat ever. Cat barking like dog. Dog of wisdom

Prosciutto

What type of humor do they have?: instant karma

How do they laugh?: he has a deep, rich laughter. It sounds very indulgent. It starts out with a mild wheeze then a chuckle that rumbles out of his chest. He has a habit to put a hand to his forehead and shake his head before he really starts laughing. If you have a voice kink his laughter might make you start acting unwise 😳

Anything you do make them laugh?: it has nothing to do with his type of humor but you underestimate something. You were weak to heat but you thought you could handle some of Prosciuttos pasta arrabiata. You… couldn’t handle it at all.

You were having lunch with your beloved partner. You were eating Gnocchi Sorrentina and he had Pasta Arrabiata. It looked so good and smelled good too. You wanted a taste.

“Hey Prosci, let me have a bite of your pasta pretty please? It looks sooo good!” You said trying not to drool.

“Hmm?” He raised an eyebrow. “I’m more than happy to share amore, but it’s very spicy. I know you don’t do well with spicy foods… are you sure you want to try it?” He asked.

“I know I’m weak to spice but it can’t be THAT spicy. Your nose isn’t even running and you're not sweating! I can handle it!” You reassured him. “May I have just a bite please?”

He seemed a little wary but he took a forkful and guided it towards your mouth.

“Okay amore. Here you go. Open up.” He said bring the fork closer to your lips.

You opened your mouth happily inviting the food into your mouth. You chewed as you felt your senses overcome you. Perfectly al dente pasta and a delicious tomato sauce tantalizing your taste buds.

“Oh my~! Prosci it’s so goo-“an unsettling sensation overcame your mouth. You felt your nose get runny and the sweat begin to form on your skin. The heat in your mouth has made itself known. You could feel it in all your soft tissues, your throat, and even your teeth!

“So..so hot!” You panicked. You jump up from your chair and scramble to the sink to drink water directly from the tap.

Prosciutto wheezed and let a hearty laugh out of his chest.

“I told you it was going to be spicy Y/N!” He wheezed.

“I didn’t think it was going to be THAT spicy!” You gargled. “Ahh~ the pain won’t stop!”

“Drink milk amore. Fats neutralize the capsaicin.” He chucked as watched.

You slammed open the fridge and grabbed the milk and drank straight from it, not caring it was for Pesci. You’d buy him a new one. You drank the rest of the leftover milk panting hard.

“Feel better?” He asked.

“ Yeah… the pain is gone. But now I’m going to have to worry about my lactose intolerance later…” you panted. “I owe Pesci a new milk jug.”

“We’ll worry about that when we come to it.” He said kissing your forehead.

What types of videos make them laugh?: anything to do with instant karma or people getting what they deserve… he looks like he’d enjoy public freakouts/karens getting what they deserve 😂

Any examples?: nothing specific, maybe CartNarcs? He’d like watching people messing with others and then they end up failing at their pranks or they end up getting served 😅

Melone

What type of humor do they have?: “That’s what she said “/ dirty minded humor & video game humor

How do they laugh?: he starts with a giggle and has a somewhat feminine light laugh. It’s very attractive

Anything you do make them laugh?: when you get frustrated playing video games and falling at them. 😅

You were sitting in front of the tv frustrated. You KNOW if you did enough backwards long jumps in rapid succession you could get through the endless stairs and to the final fight with bowser.

“Ugh… come on! It’s soooo hard!” You moaned in frustration.

“That’s what she said.” Melone snickered as he watched you helplessly try to glitch your way up the stairs.

“Ugh shut it Mel.” You hissed.

You kept trying and trying… no success. Your hands were beginning to cramp up.

“Aaah~! My hands! They’re cramping! Finish already!” You bitched.

“That’s what she said~.” He giggled louder.

“Melone! Not right now!” You barked.

“Now now Y/N… it’s just a game ~” he waved his finger at you.

You got so close, but your hands cramped up and spasmed. You had enough and threw your controller to the side.

“WELL FUCK ME SIDEWAYS!” You screeched. “ I give up!”

“That can be arranged ~” he purred while rubbing your shoulders. “ Calm down Y/N, it’s just a game… if you want you can take frustration out on me if you know what I mean ~.” He said kissing the shell of your ear.

“Sigh. ok, fine.” You giggled. “ You always know how to put me in a better mood.”

What types of videos make them laugh?: video game glitches, bad video game hacks

Any examples?: streamers or lets-players: ex: Vargskelethor, Vinesauce, Jerma, (my top 3 personally!) or overly popular YTubers like Pewdiepie, Markiplier, etc…

Ghiaccio

What type of humor do they have?: typos/ illiteracy/ misheard words

How do they laugh?: he always tries to hold his laughs in a “Pffft” if it’s really funny he wheezes before he laughs hard holding his ribs. It’s rare but he does laugh!

Anything you do make them laugh?: when you struggle to roll your R’s and say an Italian word but in the wrong way.

“Ghia~ can you bring me the pene for the pasta salad?” You asked, chopping the vegetables.

“Pffft what did you say?” He asked holding back a chuckle.

“You know! The pene pasta! The tube shaped pasta with the tip at the ends!” You said trying to be more specific.

“I have a pene but not pene PASTA.” He wheezed. “We have PENNE pasta.”

“Uh duh! That’s what I just said! What’s gotten into you today?” You huffed grabbing the bowl of pasta out of his hands.

“Y/N… Pene and Penne are two ENTIRELY DIFFERENT things.” He chuckled while wiping a tear from his eye.

“They sound the same! You just say the N a microsecond longer. It can’t be THAT funny! So tell me what I’ve been saying!” You whined

“Cock pasta. You said you were making cock pasta. Not very appetizing if you ask me. Penne is what you want to say- that means pen. Hence the pen shape of the pasta.” He snickered.

“So that’s why all the guys were laughing at me when I was raving about pasta arrabiata with penne?! And you didn’t fucking tell me???” You screeched.

The blue haired man crumpled into a laughing mess gripping his sides. “You can’t blame me for that fuck up! It was a perfect Language barrier!”

What types of videos make them laugh?: misheard lyrics and song parodies, Bone-app-the-teeth type compilations

Any examples?: how is prangent formed? Curse of the weggy board

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I want you to stay (Pablo Gavi x Reader)

**Another cute fluffy request I had a great time writing. Apologies to any Danish speakers if the article I used for the few words in your language that I included deceived me. And enjoy reading! ❤️❤️ **

Word count: 2726

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“Why don’t you come to my office later so we can go through the different internship options?”

“Sure. Is 4 ok?”

“Perfect. See you there”.

You left your class ready to pick up some food on your little break before the last two lessons of the day. Finally, after two years in uni, it was time to look at potential internships. You knew that was what could really get you a job after uni, not just the good grades.

At 3.55, always punctual, you arrived at your professor’s office. And when you got inside, you noticed all the pieces of paper on her desk.

“Hi. Sorry I’m early”.

“It’s ok, sit down, please. So, we’ve got a lot of options here for you. Let me tell you about them”.

She went through all the possible internships and it was a bit overwhelming for you. You expected two or three…not fifteen.

“Roger really wants this one but I think you’d be a better candidate”.

That caught your attention. Roger had been your nemesis during the whole time you were in uni. Always fighting to see who got the best grades and overall being way too competitive. So…the idea of taking the internship he wanted was appealing.

“It’s for Barça. They need someone for their media team. You know, to script and help film the videos for social media”.

“Why do you think I’m a good candidate? If you don’t mind me asking. It’s just that I’m not a football fan”.

“I know, but you are the most creative. Your ideas for assignments have always been the most original and I think you’d fit right in. Football is secondary. They won’t be expecting you to know about it. Just to create content the fans like”.

There wasn’t much time to think about it so you quickly thought about all the pros and cons for each option. And even if you weren’t too proud to say it, the biggest pro ended up being pissing your enemy off.

“I’ll take the Barça job”.

Three weeks later, you were in the Barça offices, being told everything that was expected from you and it was a lot. Did they realise you were just an intern and still had to do a lot of things for uni?

“Some players are a bit more…complicated”.

“You mean they are divas”, nothing you didn’t expect.

“I meant shy. Divas are great for this, actually. They love talking on camera. The shy ones…”.

“Who’s the one you struggle with the most?”, you asked, now curious.

“Gavi. And we know him being in the videos will give us so many more views but he just doesn’t want to do them. He gets too uncomfortable and we don’t want to force him to do something he doesn’t want to do”.

Even if you weren’t a big football fan, you knew Gavi. Who in Barcelona didn’t? But it surprised you to find out he was shy. He didn’t look it on the pitch.

“I can help with that”, your statement was met with a raised eyebrow. “What?”

“If you get Gavi to be in more than one video, I’ll give you a real contract. Not just an internship”.

You laughed nervously. He was joking, right?

“I’m not joking. I know you have great references from teachers but those of us who’ve known him since he was a little boy can’t get him to do it so I’m not sure how you’d be able to".

“I’ll find a way”.

If there was something you loved, it was a challenge.

                                        **

For your first couple of days, you didn’t really get to bring your ideas to the table but to see how everyone else worked. You tried to absorb as much information as possible.

“So…what would you like to do for your first video?”, asked one of your new colleagues.

“I thought a challenge could be fun. There is a Champions League match coming so how about a language one? We have a Danish speaker in the team, so we can get another player to try and say something in his language. It’s always fun to see them getting it all wrong”.

“Sounds great. We haven’t used Andreas much for videos either so good idea. Who do you think should be the other player?”

“Gavi”.

Did he really snort? “We can’t get him to speak Spanish and you want him to speak Danish. Are you a secret Madrid fan?”

“No, I just think it’s time for him to do more videos. I’ll sort it out”.

“You keep dreaming big. I guess it’s good for our profession”.

All these comments were getting to you. How hard could it be to get Gavi to film a video?

“Ga…”, should you call him by his nickname or his real name? Maybe nickname is better. “Gavi! Hi! Could you come here a second?”

He turned to look at whoever was talking to him while he was on his way to the dressing room. That voice…he didn’t recognise it.

“Who is…hi. Sorry, who are you?”

“I’m new here. I’m working for the media team and need you to do a video for us so I wanted to let you know in person. Just in case you had questions about it”.

“I don’t…have you not been told I don’t like being in videos?”

You realised then how shy he really was. And you actually found that so cute.

“I have. But I think it’ll be good for you to do them more often. So you get used to it. Do you like Christensen?”

“Sure. He’s really nice”.

“Amazing! You’re doing a video with him tomorrow at 2. See you there!”

The option of not giving him time to refuse wasn’t perfect but it’d have to do for now. You left the area with a little smile on your face. But because you didn’t stay to see his reaction, you didn’t see Gavi was smiling too. He didn’t know where you came from all of a sudden but he was intrigued. And if filming a video was the way to get to know you…well, maybe it was time to face his fears.

                                    **

“He’s actually here”, said one of the cameramen, making you look at him.

“Who?”

“Gavi”.

You couldn’t hide your smile when you turned to look at him. He looked so out of place. And then you noticed some movement by the door.

“Who’s there?”

“My stupid teammates who have been mocking me since they found out I’m filming a video”, said Gavi, rolling his eyes.

“Do you want me to kick them out? I can look very scary”.

He just laughed and shook his head. And you left him there to keep on getting everything ready for the video. Gavi kept looking at you moving around the room and then noticed his phone buzzing.

[Barça groupchat]: now we know why you said yes to the video 🤣

He shook his head again and locked the phone, taking a final look at his teammates who left laughing at him.

“Ok boys, sit there and here you have the script, Andreas. We just need you to read the sentences so Gavi can copy you and then guess what it means”.

“Right”, said Gavi, swallowing and wondering why he got himself in this mess.

“I’ll go easy on you, don’t worry”, laughed Andreas.

And so they started to film the video. The little intro you had written for them took longer than you thought and you ended up asking Andreas to say the lines instead to see if he was more comfortable in front of the camera.

“Stop worrying”, you told Gavi, touching his shoulder. “Just forget about the camera. You’re here with your teammate, who you get on well with. Imagine you’re chatting in the dressing room before the match. It’s just you two here”.

“And you”.

“Do you want me to leave?”, you joked.

“No. I want you to stay”.

Now it was your time to be nervous, feeling his intense gaze on you. But you just nodded and left to go back behind the camera.

“Hvordan har du det?”, said Andres, making Gavi stare at him with wide eyes.

“Oh God…can you do it word by word?”

And so Andreas did, slowly pronouncing each word and waiting for his teammate to repeat them.

“That wasn’t bad. What do you think it means?”

“No clue”, laughed Gavi.

“It just means how are you. Ok, next one: Hvad hedder du?”

“Which means?”

“What’s your name”, answered the Danish defender. “And then you would answer Jeg hedder and your name. So for you it’s Jeg hedder Gavi”.

“Jeg hedder Gavi. I’ll say that at the match”.

Everyone in the room laughed and Gavi turned to look at them. He had almost forgotten they were there. But when he saw you smiling, his nerves were back.

“That was great, guys. People will love the video. Thank you”.

Gavi approached you while you were making sure all the footage was ok. “Thank you, for the advice. It really helped”.

“Do you think you’ll do more videos in the future then?”

“I guess. If you’re here helping, maybe”.

You smiled at that. See? It wasn’t that hard to get him to film a video.

“I’ll take that as a compliment”.

“It was”.

That stare again…it was making you blush. “Then promise me you’ll film a video with Pedri so everyone can shut up about it”.

“I’ll think about it”, he said, but his smile said he’ll do it. If it meant spending more time with you, he will film as many videos as you wanted him to. But hopefully, he would just have to speak Spanish on the next one.

                                   **

The weeks passed and your crush on Gavi kept growing more and more every day. He was always trying to find ways to see you most days, even if he still hadn’t been asked to film another video.

When you were gone for two days, because of your uni exams, he panicked thinking you were gone. And seeing his overreaction when you were finally back didn’t help with the crush. Because…could he possibly feel the same way about you? You didn’t allow yourself to daydream much about it but the idea was still there.

“Gavi!”

“Pablo”.

“What?”

“Stop calling me Gavi, my friends call me Pablo”.

“Your teammates don’t”, you said, confused. He seemed to be friends with many of them.

“It’s different. They are football friends”.

“And I’m not?”

That stumped him. What were you? He couldn’t really put a proper label on how he saw you.

“Just call me Pablo”.

“Ok…Pablo”, you said dramatically. “I need that video with Pedri so no more excuses. It’s happening”.

“What do I get in return?”

“The satisfaction of knowing you’re making your fans very happy?”

He shook his head playfully. “Not enough. Come to the match with me”.

“The match? Of course I’m going, I need to get content from it. And you’ll be playing. Have you hit your head again?”

“Not that match. The Barça Athletic match from tonight. None of the boys are going and I don’t want to be alone. So you can come with me”.

He actually didn’t know if any of the boys were going but hoped they weren’t or it’d be hard to explain.

“So I’m like…20th choice?”, you laughed.

First choice, actually. “Pleeeeasse, come with me”.

“Ok. But you’re doing the video”.

“I’ll do all the videos you want”.

“Be careful making those promises”.

A few hours later, you were getting ready for the match. What should you wear? Gavi had only ever seen you wearing Barça clothes but this wasn’t a date, right? And it was a match, you couldn’t dress up too much. And if it wasn’t a date, why did you care so much about what you were wearing?

“Where are you going?”, asked your sister, getting into the room.

“A match”.

“You’re working today? I thought the match was tomorrow”.

“It’s not work. I’m going to watch one”.

“You’re going to watch football?”

“Yeah, I was invited to go…”.

“Who invited you?”

You didn’t answer right away but your sister knew you well. And the way you were blushing was very telling.

“Just someone from work”.

“Someone from the media team?”, she tried first.

“No”.

“A player?”

“I need to go”, you said, trying to leave the room but she stopped you grabbing your arm.

“Which one?”

“It’s not a date. It’s just me going to a match. I’m trying to learn about football”.

“Sure…which one?”

“Gavi”.

“And you’re wearing that?”

Thank you for the boost of confidence, you thought.

“It’s not a date”.

“Right”, she said winking at you, “not a date. But let’s pretend it is and dress like you’re going to one”.

She helped you pick an outfit that was cute but not too much for the place you were going to. And after wishing you good luck, you left to go to the stadium. The nerves got worse the closer you got there but when you saw Gavi, looking so cute with his hood on, you relaxed. It was just him, you’d be fine.

“I almost didn’t recognize you with that disguise on”.

“It works sometimes”, he said, looking down embarrassed.

“Really?”

He ignored your jokes and told you to follow him so you could go to your seats.

Once the match started, you both concentrated on watching the players. Gavi murmured things every once in a while and it took you a second to understand he was telling the players what to do. So cute.

At halftime, you decided to stay there while people left to go grab some food or use the toilet. It took him 45 minutes but Gavi finally found the courage to speak to you about…well, you. No work stuff, no football…he wanted to get to know you.

"So, would you like to stay at Barça after the internship? I know you have to finish your degree but I’m sure they would wait for you. Everyone speaks highly of you".

"Not really", you said, making him frown. That’s not what he wanted to hear.

"Why?"

"Can I tell you a secret?", he nodded. "I only took this internship because of a rivalry with another student. I don't even like football".

You laughed but he didn't find it funny.

"Why are you even here then?", he asked, harshly.

“What do you mean? I had to do an internship. And I’m glad I took this. I’ve had fun”.

“Fun…yeah”.

“Pablo, are you ok?”

“I’m great. Just…let’s watch the match”.

“It didn’t start again”, you pointed out, worried by his mood change. You’ve seen him doing that on the pitch but not off it.

“I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be right back”.

When he got back, he just sat down and barely acknowledged you. And it hurt. What had you done for him to act like this?

“Are you mad at me or something?”, you finally asked, not liking the silence between you two.

“Why are you here?”

"Because you invited me".

"Well, soon you won't have to bother with my invitations or with having to babysit me when I film videos or whatever".

"You're not bothering me and I’m not babysitting you. I’m just doing my job".

“A job you didn’t want to do”, he muttered.

“Just because I didn’t love the idea at first doesn’t mean I don’t love the job now”.

“You don’t love it enough to stay”.

When he finally looked at you, you noticed he looked sad. Was he sad because of you not staying at the club? And what did it mean if he was?

“Do you want me to stay?”, he nodded, looking away. “Do you realize not staying at the club doesn’t have to mean we will never see each other again, right?”

That made him look at you again. “It doesn’t? I’m too used to people coming and going from my life so…that’s not an option I thought of”.

“So, do you want me to stay?”

“I already told you I do. And it’s not just me, other players really enjoy having you around and…”.

“No, Pablo”, you interrupted him. “That’s not what I mean now. I mean, do you want me to stay in your life?”

“Yes”.

[enid-rhees]

no control ‧₊˚♡ vampire!enid rhee x vampire!fem!reader

warnings ‧₊˚♡ smut. first times, scissoring, fingering, eating out. (Enid receiving) Y/N is obsessed with Enid it’s actually insane. reader also has a praise kink. MDNI. 18+ only.

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Enid pulled away first, smiling at Y/N with newly sharp fangs and her red eyes. “i’m yours forever now.” she whispered, leaning down to kiss down Y/N’s neck. Y/N moaned as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. “forever.” she repeated breathlessly.

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Enid worked fast in ripping Y/N’s clothes off. she literally tore them in half - her newfound strength taking over. Y/N didn’t care one bit, she just moaned into Enid’s mouth and pushed her down onto the bed. her fingers gripped Enid’s shirt and pulled it over her head. a gasp escaped her lips as she stared down at Enid’s body.

“fuck.” she whispered shakily. “i’ve been alive for over a century, Enid… and i’ve never seen a woman more breathtaking than you. you have… no idea what you are doing to me right now.” her eyes stayed stuck on Enid’s full breasts, and she couldn’t help but grip one. Enid gasped, her hips pushing up.

“you’re so perfect.” Y/N whispered, moving her head down to capture Enid’s hard nipple between her lips. she licked over it, and then bit down slightly, causing Enid to moan louder. “so fucking perfect.”

she continued to kiss down her body, not missing a single spot. her hand stayed on her breast though, resuming the soft kneading. “these need to come off.” she whispered, referring to Enid’s shorts and panties. she tore them off in a single movement. Y/N honestly didn’t mean to moan as loud as she did when she was met with Enid’s soaking cunt.

“how did i get so lucky? how was i honored in this life… with someone as beautiful as you?” Enid shyly covered her face over Y/N’s fawning, but Y/N reached up and pulled her hands away. “don’t… don’t cover up your beauty. please. i need to see your pretty face when i fuck you.”

Enid was already breathless on the bed, head on the pillow as she panted, and Y/N had barely done anything to her. she spread her legs wider for Y/N to fit perfectly between them. Y/N then hooked her arms around Enid’s thighs and pulled her closer to her lips. “can i… sweetheart? can i please taste you?” all Enid could do was nod, the words pulled away from her lips.

“words, baby.” Y/N hummed. “yes!” Enid choked out.

and with that, Y/N plunged her tongue inside Enid. Enid yelped loudly, her thighs tightening around Y/N’s. Y/N was lethal with it, her tongue exploring every single crevice inside of Enid. Y/N couldn’t help but moan inside of her, the taste being better than she could’ve ever imagined. Enid wasn’t sure if this was truly Y/N’s first time doing anything more than making out. she was too good.

Enid’s hands slid into Y/N’s hair, gripping it harshly as she constantly pushed her hips into Y/N’s mouth. her moans were beautiful; high pitched and drawn out. it was music to Y/N, she would play them on repeat if she had the chance.

“you’re doing so good.” Enid praised breathlessly. Y/N moaned into Enid at the praise, causing Enid to writhe beneath her as the vibration sent racks of pleasure through her body. “such a good girl.” Enid praised once more through shaky breaths.

Y/N’s lips suddenly attached to her clit, sucking harshly. Enid cried out and locked Y/N’s head between her thighs, not allowing her to move. the pleasure was overbearing, nothing like Enid has ever felt before. sure, there were times where she could only touch herself, but Y/N was so much better than she could’ve imagined. it was unreal.

she took ahold of Enid’s thighs and removed herself from between them, and Enid whined at the loss of touch. “patience, pretty.” Y/N hummed deeply. she ran her nose alongside Enid’s neck and inhaled, mouth dropping open in a silent moan. her scent was still just as prominent in the air — and it briefly brought Y/N back to the day she first saw Enid, and knew from the first sight that she would be hers one day.

“you have no idea how long i’ve waited to have you like this.” Y/N breathed out. “lying under me so beautifully…” Enid whimpered in her ear, igniting a new feeling inside of her. “need to feel you.” Enid managed to say. “what do you want, baby? say it.” she commanded, running her fangs over Enid’s neck.

Enid whined loudly, groping Y/N’s ass and pulling her flush against her. their clits rubbed against each other’s, and they both cried out at the new feeling. their mouths were open against each other as they rocked into one another, both of them unable to comprehend the intense feeling. Y/N held Enid as close as possible, not wanting to ever be apart again.

Enid used her other hand to grip the back of Y/N’s head and finally lock their lips. they moaned into the kiss, their bodies tangling together as their hips moved in sync with each other’s. “don’t stop.” Enid whimpered, “don’t- don’t let go.” Y/N shook her head and kissed Enid’s eyelid. “never in a million years.”

her eyes were blood red and hooded, lips cold but swollen from Y/N’s kissing, Y/N was never more positive that Enid was the most beautiful and ethereal thing in this universe.

Y/N hoisted Enid’s legs around her thighs, allowing her to thrust against her faster. in front of Enid, Y/N’s breasts bounced beautifully with each thrust, and she couldn’t help but attach her lips to one. Y/N’s thrusts suddenly faltered and she moaned loudly. Enid used her other hand to grip Y/N’s other breast. she began rubbing and pulling at her hard nipple, reveling in the way it made Y/N go crazy. moans were constantly spilling from her lips as she tried to keep moving against Enid.

“you’re so pretty.” Enid whispered with a smirk, purposefully showing off her fangs a bit. she then lightly bit down on Y/N’s nipple, and Y/N stilled as a scream left her lips. her body shook as an unexplainable, but euphoric pleasure pulsed through her body. Enid let go and looked up at Y/N with another smirk, “did i make you cum, baby?” she asked. Y/N laid her head just under Enid’s as she caught her breath.

after a silent second, she looked up into Enid’s eyes. “i’m not finished with you yet.”

she pinned Enid to the bed, eliciting a gasp from Enid. with barely any warning, she plunged her fingers into Enid’s soaking cunt. the room was filled with moans once more as Enid couldn’t stop, her legs shook with pleasure as Y/N’s fingers didn’t stop in the fast pace. she moved her head down and wrapped her lips around Enid’s puffy clit, swirling her tongue around it.

“oh god, oh! Y/N- please!” Enid whined, pushing her hips into Y/N’s mouth. “i’m so close. please.” she begged. Y/N only moved her fingers faster, not letting it up as Enid’s moans only grew louder and louder as she reached her peak. she didn’t stop moving her fingers as she came, but removed her lips and began kissing her inner thighs as she slowly came down from the orgasm.

Y/N moved back up, placing her hand beside Enid’s head and leaning down to kiss her. they made out sloppily, heavy breathing and small moans mixed in. when they pulled away, Y/N moved some hair out of Enid’s face. “are you feeling okay?”

“never better.” Enid smiled, showing off her fangs. “it’s crazy. we’ll never get tired… we don’t have to stop to eat or sleep. i mean… how are we gonna stop?” Y/N laughed and leaned down to kiss her once more. “we just never will.” she responded, kissing down Enid’s neck.

A/N: HI :3 part 2 of ‘bite me’ is here !! i hope you all enjoyed <3 icon made by @elisiassideb1tch 💙💜

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On Deck Part 6: Checked Swing

Pairing: Jack Daniels x Female Reader Baseball AU

Word Count: 11,132

Rating: NOT safe for work. It's a smutty one.

Summary: You're in Texas, and that means confronting a hell of a lot of thoughts and emotions when it comes to Jack.

He might be on the away team, but his fans - and family - love him just the same ... and they take notice of you, too.

To your surprise, it's Jack that takes the first leap when it comes to what you are to him - and what he wants, both now and in the future.

Author’s notes: 

This chapter really digs into what it could be like for someone to 'date' an MLB player, even casually - and what it could (and would) feel like to have a ton of realizations about each other in a very short amount of time. They're still getting to know each other, but I'm going to be honest: things are spiraling, and neither of them are really prepared for it.

(On Deck universe masterlist for all the extras!)

While there are a lot of baseball references within this story, you only need to know the basics to enjoy it and understand what's going on - we're not getting overly technical here.

As always, if you have any questions or comments, please feel free to reach out. Thank you so much for being patient with me; I promise updates on this will be coming more regularly.

When a batter “checks” their swing, it means that they stop the bat’s motion before letting the end of it fully cross home plate. The outcome is decided by an umpire - the batter has no say in the call. It’s not an ‘official’ term used by the umps. Instead, it is used casually by players, commentators and fans and can be summed up simply: the player stopped their swing before going too far on a pitch they were uncertain about. 

Even though you only had a carry on, there was no way you could take it into the game with you. You were running late, but you still needed to make a pit stop at Jack’s hotel before you went to the stadium. So, as you eyed the time on the Uber’s dash clock, you sat in silence and tried to calm yourself down. 

The hotel is close. I’ll be fine. 

When the driver let you out, you thanked him before heading into the lobby and straight to the front desk, inwardly cheering at the fact that there was no line. The process was smooth - you gave them your ID, explained that you were there to pick up the second key to Jack’s room, and only moments later you were riding the elevator up, bag slung over your shoulder. 

You didn’t know what you expected when you walked inside, but it definitely wasn’t an almost untouched room. The only signs that Jack had even been there were his suitcase pushed into the closet, toiletries on the bathroom counter and an unzipped duffel bag at the foot of the partially unmade bed. He slept on one side. 

It made you smile, and after giving yourself a few more seconds to look, you took your bag into the bathroom and focused on getting ready. 

You didn’t have much time, and so you only changed your clothes, splashed your face and fixed your hair, deciding that the important thing was getting to the game, not looking perfect. He knows I just got in. He knows I’m rushing, and who knows how far away I’ll be sitting since this was so last minute. 

You stowed your bag in the closet next to Jack’s, and made sure you had what you needed for the night before leaving the room again. While riding the elevator down, you ordered another Uber - thrilled to see that there was one close, and it was nowhere near as expensive as you imagined it would be. 

And that was because you hadn’t realized that it wasn’t a 7:10 game … it was an 8:05 start. Which means I have time. You relaxed completely at that new information, and when you settled into the back seat of the car for the short ride, you were grinning. 

It was still cutting it close, especially with the crowd, but you picked up your ticket at 7:32 and were inside and on your way to your seat - Section 5, Row 7, Seat 5 - five minutes later. There were a ton of people to navigate through, but you made it without issue, plopping down into the chair and eyeing the field. 

Some of the home team’s players were still warming up, but you were stunned to notice that the visitor dugout was on the third base side of the field. That meant that Jack was likely only feet away from you, and he didn’t even know it. Or maybe he did. You watched some of the Statesman players moving around and tossing balls back and forth … and then you saw Jack, Ginger a few steps behind him as they walked onto the field. 

Loud whistling caught your attention. When you turned toward it, you saw a man and a woman a few rows ahead and almost an entire section over from you standing and clapping, both of them wearing Jack’s jersey. His parents. 

There were some good-natured boos and banter from the others in the section, but the couple ignored it, the man cupping his hands around his mouth and yelling Jack’s name. It made you laugh out loud. Even though you knew that you were nowhere near that point with him, you realized that you wanted to meet both of them, if only to learn more about their son. 

Jack only turned around when he and Ginger stopped walking, and you watched as he honed in on his parents, pointing at them with one finger and then waving, his teeth visible as he grinned. 

You wondered if he knew where your seat was, or if it had been an accident that you were seated so close to his family. I’ll ask him. I’ll… Your mind went blank when Jack’s head turned in your direction and he stopped moving, his grin widening. Well, he knows where I am now. But more than that, Jack’s reaction to seeing you solidified that he’d truly wanted you there, and that was all you needed to know. 

You nodded once, fighting the urge to wave. That’s too much. Too obvious. Jack looked away first, returning his attention to his trainer. You finally looked away from the field, too, pulling out your phone and sending a text to Erin. 

Guess where I am? 

There was no response for the next few minutes, and it wasn’t until after the opening ceremonies were over and the teams took the field to begin the game that you felt it buzz in your pocket. 

New Orleans? Where else would you be? 

You snapped a picture of the outfield and the open roof, the scoreboard visible in one corner, and then sent it with no explanation. That got a quick reply, your friend’s words making you laugh out loud. 

What the FUCK? Did you follow him to TEXAS? 

You typed a reply out, giving her a quick rundown and let her know that you’d tell her more when you could. 

No. I don’t want to hear a thing until you’re on your way home. Be safe.

That didn’t surprise you - Erin loved gossip, but she’d never want you to cut your time with someone short for the sake of telling her about it. Especially not someone like him. 

Jack was hitting fifth, so you had time to spare before he was up. You used it to look around, taking in the entirety of the stadium. 

It was beautiful inside, even though it was completely different from the one in Louisville, and while you liked the fact that it was air conditioned, you wished that the roof was all the way open. Maybe one of the other games will be. But after a few minutes, you found your attention drawn back to Jack’s parents, and let yourself look at them. 

You saw the resemblance immediately, especially in Jack’s father’s profile. They had the same nose and a similar smile, both men broad in the shoulders. Mr. Daniels was hatless, his hair longer than his son’s and streaked with silver in a way that made you bite your lip as you imagined Jack getting to that point. It’ll be years, but … 

They looked happy together, the man’s arm around her seat back as she pointed out different areas of the stadium, and that also made you smile. You wondered how many different places they’d seen him play throughout his career and which was their favorite. They seem so supportive.

You were curious to know what they thought about watching him as a member of the visiting team, and even though you’d been familiar with them from Jack’s own posts and previous interviews you’d watched, seeing them in person - after getting to know Jack a little - was exciting. There was no guarantee you’d ever get to meet them, and so even though you tried to pay attention to the game, you also watched the Daniels’, leaning back in your seat and getting comfortable. 

Looking in their direction gave you a chance to look at Jack, too, eyes on him as he waited at 3rd for game action. 

It didn’t happen in the first, and when he jogged off the field between innings, you tried to remind yourself that you couldn’t cheer for him in the same way you did when you were at home. Not only would it draw attention to you in a sea of the opposing team’s fans, you knew it would also potentially draw his parents’ attention. And I don’t want to do that because I don’t want him to think I overstepped and tried to talk to them. 

When Jack walked up to the plate during his first at bat, you were surprised to hear scattered applause and cheers that weren’t from his parents, and after quickly taking a photo of the scoreboard, you tucked your phone away and stared at home, watching as Jack dug in. He swung and missed once and then didn’t swing at the next pitch, Jack’s father clapping and cupping his hands around his mouth to yell good eye! at his son. 

“Wait for your pitch, Jack.” You spoke under your breath, nodding. “Wait for it.” He dug in again, and even from the distance, you could see his shoulders rise and fall as he took a deep breath before the next one came his way. 

He swung hard then, making contact, and even though you were unfamiliar with the stadium, the sound was one you knew well. You shot upward and onto your feet, cheering for Jack as he began to round the bases, and clapping your hands together as you raised them over your head. There were others cheering for him, too, including his parents, and out of the corner of your eye you saw them hugging as they celebrated. 

When he rounded second base and headed for third, he pointed at the stands, smiling broadly at his parents, who were still on their feet … but then Jack’s attention shifted to you briefly, your eyes locking with his as you nodded twice, widening your smile, and kept clapping. It was quick, but it was enough, and your already rapidly beating heart slammed against your ribs. Oh, Jack. 

You sat down when he touched home and headed back for the dugout, the smile still on your face. It faltered briefly when you saw Jack’s mother turn around in her seat, her eyes on you. Act normal. Don’t draw any more attention to yourself. And so you took a deep breath, looking up and at the scoreboard … but when you looked back at home - and the next batter - Mrs. Daniels was still eyeing you, a curious look on her face. Shit. 

There was nothing you could do but acknowledge her, meeting her gaze and smiling. It’s not my fault. It’s not like I’m going to speak to her. It’s fine. You focused on the batter, and to your relief she faced forward and then leaned over, talking to her husband, but neither of them looked at you again. 

You’d failed in your attempt to go unnoticed, but at least there had been others in the stadium cheering for Jack, too - and it wasn’t just the three of you. The thought comforted you, and when, a few minutes later, your stomach growled in hunger, you stood up calmly and gathered your stuff. It happened and there’s nothing I can do about it. 

There was still plenty of game left - which meant that there was more than enough time for you to go and find something to eat. 

— 

The room was cold when you got back, though the lights were still off, aside from the one in the bathroom that you’d left dimmed. 

You didn’t bother turning any others on before you took off your shoes and unbuttoned your jeans, dropping your bag and the room key onto the TV stand. It only took you a few seconds to decide that you did, in fact want to lay down on the still made side of the bed to wait for Jack. He invited me here which means I’ll be sleeping in the bed with him, so getting in now isn’t a big deal. 

You stretched out, pointing your toes … and only minutes later, the day caught up with you - and you were fast asleep. 

The shifting of the mattress woke you up, but it wasn’t until you heard him say your name that you opened your eyes. Jack was leaning over you, the room lights still mostly off. “Hey there, darlin’.” It made you smile, and before you could stop yourself, you reached for him, the palm of your hand curving against his cheek. 

“Hey, Jack.” Murmuring the words, you closed your eyes. “Missed y-” Shit. You cut your words off and reopened your eyes, hand frozen in place against the side of his face. He was smiling, though, and before you got too lost in your swirling emotions, he leaned down, brushing his nose alongside yours before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. 

“I’m real glad you made it.” He sat back up, taking your hand in his and squeezing. “Thought you might miss out on the game tonight, but then I looked up and saw you right there watchin’ me.” 

“Yeah, that was…” You sighed and then sat up, leaning against the pillows without letting go of his hand. “How stupid does it sound if I tell you that I liked knowing that you saw me?” You were still waking up and trying to catch up with the conversation, but each word came out stronger than the last. Because I mean them.

“Not stupid at all.” He laughed, the sound quiet. “I like hearin’ it.” That didn’t shock you, but Jack scooting closer to you did, and so did his lips trailing over your cheek and toward your ear after he’d leaned forward again. “Your flight OK?” 

“It was fine.” You hummed, squeezing his hand before you pulled yours back. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep, I just -”

“You had a long day.” He backed away, chewing on the inside of his cheek. “I get it.” The two of you stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, but before you could speak, you yawned, both hands rising to cover your face. Shit. “I’m gonna get ready for bed. You should too.” 

“No, Jack. We don’t need to…” He stood, his smile widening. “What?”

“It’s almost midnight. I’m tired. You might not believe it, but I’m not out partyin’ until the sun comes up when I’m in different cities.” He put a hand on his hip. “Especially when I’ve gotta say goodbye to my parents before they head out in the morning.” So that means he’s waking up early. 

“Do I need to get up tomorrow and leave before they come up? I don’t want to -”

“No. They’re staying in this hotel too, so I’m just going to go and meet ‘em before they check out. You can sleep in.” He smiled again. “We’ll order breakfast when I get back.” It felt normal - almost too normal, if you were being honest - but you didn’t want to question what Jack was saying. He isn’t. He sounds sure. “Give me five minutes.” 

You nodded and he grabbed the duffel bag, turning to head for the bathroom. When the door shut, you moved too, climbing out of the bed and quickly moving to the closet and your bag. But when you opened it, you froze, staring at the contents. Shit. Scrubbing a hand over your face, you groaned.

When you’d packed for New Orleans, you hadn’t counted on spending time with anyone in your hotel room, which meant that your pajamas were lacking. “Fuck it,” you whispered, pulling the ratty, oversized tee shirt from the bag and holding it up. There’s nothing I can do about it now. 

You changed in the closet, replacing the clothes you’d worn to the game with the shirt and then eyeing yourself in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall. It reached your thighs, but it showed off entirely too much to be considered appropriate, and you were worried Jack would think you were trying to suggest something with it. I’m not. I just - 

“Well, shit. Look at you.” You turned your head and saw him in the bathroom doorway, shirtless and in a pair of low-hanging sweat shorts. Maybe it’s not me that’s underdressed. “I wondered what you wore to bed.” What? He stepped into the hallway and toward you, grinning. “I mean, I know you didn’t sleep in anything at my place, but that was because you didn’t really have any other option.” Jack gestured to you with one hand, the other one rising to rub at the back of his neck. “This is … better.” 

“Jack? I don’t… I figured you’d like …” You were rattled, unable to get out a full sentence at first. “I didn’t pack any actual pajamas, because I didn’t think that I’d be seeing anyone overn-”

“This is better,” he repeated, stopping in front of you and reaching out to slip an arm around your waist. “Because it’s you.” You understood what he was saying, but that didn’t make it any less shocking. Why would he care so much? Jack leaned closer, eyes on you. “Bathroom’s all yours. I’ll pick somethin’ to put on TV.” 

Dumbly, you nodded and when he backed away, you headed into the smaller room. While you brushed your teeth, you stared down at the countertop, gaze moving between his things and yours on the counter. You tried not to think about how much you liked seeing them together, or how quickly his response to seeing you standing at the foot of the bed when he came out of the bathroom had warmed you. It was more than just sex, sure, but that still didn’t mean that you could get ahead of yourself. Because that’s dangerous.

Stepping back out into the bedroom ruined everything, though. 

Jack was in bed, the blanket pulled down and pooled at his waist as he leaned against the pillows along the headboard. The lights were off, which made the glow of the TV dance across his features. For long seconds, you stood and stared at him, trying to commit the sight to memory. “You should take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He turned his head, the smirk on his face visible even from the distance. “Ain’t that what they say?”

“I seem to remember you telling me that pictures were absolutely not allowed.” Crossing the room, you used one finger to tap the side of your head. “So I’ll just have to keep it all up here.” As you approached the bed, Jack stayed silent and pushed the blankets down before patting the space next to him with one hand. 

You climbed in beside him, leaning back - and felt that same arm go around your shoulders, pulling you closer while you tugged the blanket back into place. “You always play by the rules?” He kissed the top of your head and you laughed, closing your eyes. 

“I do when I don’t want to fuck things up.” Reaching over, you squeezed his knee. “And I would very much like to not fuck this up.”  It was the closest you’d come to admitting that you had actual feelings for him, and you hoped that you hadn’t overstepped. But Jack’s response - his fingers tightening on your arm and his quiet sigh as he urged you to stay by his side - told you that you hadn’t. And that’s good. That’s really good. 

The two of you watched the TV in silence for a little while, and you were pleased to see that he’d chosen a movie that you loved, turning the sound down low. As you relaxed, you angled your body toward his, moving your arm so that you could drape it across his waist. You began to doze off, eyes drooping as you got comfortable beside him. The faint scent of Jack’s body wash coupled with his deep, even breathing soothed you, and the slow motion of his fingers as they ran up and down your arm did, too. I could get used to this. 

“I think we should change those rules a little bit.” He spoke quietly, the path of his hand never faltering. “If you want to, that is.” You shifted so that you could look up at him, finding that Jack’s chin was tucked against his chest, his eyes focused on your face. “And I have something to admit.” What? “I took a picture of you sleepin’ before I said anything to wake you earlier.” 

“What?” You pulled out of his arms, sitting straight up and blinking rapidly. “Jack, that -”

“I know.” He sat up, too, scrubbing his hand over his jaw. “I broke my own damn … but I’ve gotta be honest with you, this is new for me. Having someone waiting in my bed when I get back from a game doesn’t ever happen. You just looked so …” He trailed off, frowning briefly. “I liked seein’ it. Taking a picture felt right and I didn’t stop to think about what I was doin’.” 

It wasn’t what he was saying - it was the meaning that lingered between the words that really got to you, and so without pause you shifted, rising onto your knees and then moving to straddle his lap. His lips parted but Jack reacted, too, both of his hands moving to your hips and settling there, his eyes locked with yours. But I don’t want to play my whole hand yet. 

“That was your rule” You rested one hand on his shoulder, using the other to trail your fingertips over his collarbone. “It was never mine.” His lips twitched, but Jack didn’t reply, giving you a chance to finish. “You take all the pictures you want, Whiskey, and if I’m allowed to take a couple of you, then …” You shrugged and then inhaled deeply, holding it. “Then I’m gonna take you up on that.” 

It took only seconds for his grin to widen, and Jack’s hands slid lower, fingers tightening against your thighs in the same moment that he leaned in to kiss you. But it wasn’t a fast or desperate kiss; instead, it was a relieved one, Jack’s mouth finding yours and lingering. 

You sighed against his lips, the hand on his shoulder gliding around so that you could curl your arm around him and the other palm flattening against his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath it.  

That time, it was you that chose to deepen the kiss, pulling back enough that you could part your lips before initiating another one, his full lower lip caught between yours. He liked that, a groan vibrating out from his throat and one hand sliding around further to follow your curves, urging you forward and closer. 

As you scooted toward him, his other hand moved up and beneath your shirt, trailing up the center of your back before it came to rest there. But when you tried to take things further by rocking your hips forward, Jack pulled away, shaking his head slowly. What? Why? “Not tonight.” It deflated you - the words dousing the mood more swiftly than you’d thought possible. “Didn’t have you fly out here just for sex. It can wait.” He licked his lips, narrowing his eyes. “You’ve been runnin’ around all day, you’ve gotta be exhausted.” 

“Yeah, I am. But I want -” He cut you off with a quick kiss, the edges of his teeth dragging against your lip. Jack, that’s not fair. 

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, and neither are you.” He said your name, nodding. “You can have your way with me first thing in the morning if that’s what you want, but right now?” He leaned in, kissing your cheek before he rested his forehead against yours. “I’m just looking forward to sleepin’ next to you.” 

It was there again in that admission - the confirmation that both you and Jack were rapidly passing the point of no return when it came to letting actual feelings get involved in what was happening between you. At least it’s not just me. “You could have waited a couple more days, you know.” You bit your lip, reaching up to drag your fingers through his hair. “You’re coming back to Louisville the middle of next week, and -”

“I didn’t want to wait.” He pushed gently on your hip, urging you to climb off of him. “And you were already only a couple hours away, so it made sense to ask you to come out here.” Reluctantly, you laid back next to him though you were pleased to see a slight tenting in his shorts - evidence of the fact that even though he’d been able to stop things from going further with you, it hadn’t been simple. 

You both stretched out, Jack pulling the blanket up so that you were covered to the shoulders. “I was surprised you asked.” You tried to get comfortable, sighing as you shifted your hips against the sheets. “But this is a hell of a lot better than sleeping alone.” 

Jack reached out, slipping an arm around your waist. “I sure as shit hope so.” It made you laugh, but his next words silenced that sound immediately. “I didn’t get much sleep last night because I was thinking about you bein’ here.” Even in the low light from the TV’s continued glow, you could see the apprehension in his eyes when he said it. Oh, Jack. 

“I kept you awake?” You didn’t miss the opportunity to tease him, though, moving even closer and hooking one leg over his. “Hard to believe, Jack. We’re basically in your back yard. There’s plenty of other stuff for you to thin-”

“I was also thinking about what it meant that I couldn’t sleep becausea you.” He closed his eyes and took another breath, his fingers pressing against your back when they curled inward. “What all of this means, and to be honest it scares the hell out of me.” The time for joking was over, and you knew with certainty that the way you answered him and steered the conversation would determine whether or not whatever was happening between you continued. Or if it ends right here. 

“It scares me, too, Jack.” You paused, thinking. “And I know that we sort of talked about this at your place, but …” You closed your eyes, giving yourself a few seconds. “It doesn’t have to mean anything serious. That’s not why I …” Slow down. “If us being friends complicates this too much, it’s better that we know it now, right?”

“That what you think is happenin’ here?” He moved his hand to your side, resting his palm against your ribs. “It’s too complicated because we’re not just stickin’ to sex?” His voice was steady, but you could feel how tense he was. “Us actin’ friendly and not just sleeping together is the problem?”

“It’s not a problem, no.” You bit down on your lower lip. Tell him the truth. “I’m attracted to you, Jack. And I know it’s a really limited experience pool, but sex with you has been fucking great.” He smiled at that, Jack unable to keep from reacting to your words. “But if you asked me to choose right now if I wanted to be friends with you or keep sleeping with you? I’d pick being your friend. It would hurt a little to know that you were with someone…or someones else, but …” 

“But?” You saw the tip of his tongue as it flashed at the corner of his mouth, the lines between his eyes deepening with his frown. “There more to that sentence, or?” 

There was a lot more, and you didn’t quite know where to start. I didn’t think we’d be having this conversation tonight. Ever, actually, but especially not tonight. “But you’re a good person. And if I could only pick one of those options, I’d choose the one I assumed would be more permanent.” That was the truth, especially with his schedule. A friendship with Jack seemed like it had the potential to last longer than being the focus of his attention, and when push came to shove, that was what you wanted. 

“I don’t want you to choose.” He reached up, twisting his wrist so that he could stroke the side of your face with his knuckles. “But I also don’t want you to feel like … I donno. Like I’m leadin’ you on?” He pulled his hand away, moving it back to settle it on top of the blanket and near your waist. “I’d hate knowin’ that you felt that way, because it’s not what I’m tryin’ to do.” 

“No one’s leading anyone on.” You smiled, heart thudding against your ribs. “I think we’ve both been very clear about our expectations for this.” Nodding, you closed your eyes and paused, only opening them when  you were sure of what you wanted to say. “But in case I haven’t been?” 

He watched you almost warily, waiting. And it took some effort, but you forced yourself to speak again, hoping that your words put him at ease. 

“I like you, Jack, but I don’t view this as a relationship. We’re friends that have sex when it’s convenient and we’re in the same city.” This is going to hurt. “I don’t expect exclusivity. If you want to sleep with someone else, I understand. If I want to do the same, it’s fair game. I’d just ask that you have the courtesy to put some time between anyone else and me, because I -”

“Of course.” He looked slightly offended, his head moving back and forth against the pillow. “I’m not that much of an asshole to go runnin’ between women like that.” That made you smile as you agreed, but Jack wasn’t done. “And that’s all great for now, and it makes me feel a little bit better, but…” He trailed off, looking away from you for a few seconds before he met your eye again. “I think I’m scared because a real big part of me is thinkin’ about what could happen later… or what I might want later if this was a relationship.” 

That revelation stunned you. You were focused on trying to ensure that you didn’t fuck anything up in the present and Jack was at least partially concerned with something that could happen in the future. And what he wants, or what he might want, or…  oh, God this can’t be happening right now.

“We can figure that out when and if it happens.” You squeezed his arm, the muscles in his bicep firm to the touch. “I understand that this with you is different than it would be with someone that had a traditional job. I get it. We’ve only known each other for a couple weeks. It’s not like I’m planning the color couch we’ll have in our house or choosing names for our kids. This is supposed to be fun, right?” He nodded. “Then let it be fun. No pressure on either of us, especially when the season’s over so soon. Maybe… maybe at some point it’ll get there, but -” 

You stopped as a yawn crept up on you, forcing your eyes closed before you turned your head toward the pillow to finish it. I’m too tired for this. “Maybe I am an asshole.” He sighed. “You’re fuckin’ exhausted and I’m laying here buggin’ you about my own bullshit. I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize.” You chuckled, blinking slowly as you met his eyes again. “It’s not bullshit. No matter what happens with us, I think being honest about it is important.” You yawned again, Jack chuckling at the sound. “Thank you for inviting me here. Thank you for actually talking about this like an adult. Thank you fo-”

“You gonna keep thankin’ me, or can I kiss you goodnight?” Your eyes flew all the way open at that, and you found that Jack’s smile was back, the look in his eyes warm. “Because I’d really like to kiss you goodnight.” 

He was changing the subject, and that was fine by you if it meant that Jack was going to kiss you again. 

Instead of giving him an audible response, you reached up to tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. He took the hint and rolled toward you, but instead of pressing his lips to yours, he started at the corner of your eye and then moved down to your cheek, the soft scrape of his mustache following the path of his mouth. 

You felt his hand move off of you and to the bed, giving him leverage - and when Jack’s teeth grazed your chin, you tipped your head back, sighing. He took the hint, lips pressing to the side of your throat before they moved to the hollow of it. He paused there, and then you felt the drag of his tongue along your skin, the sensation making you gasp out his name. He liked that - Jack’s hum of approval a low, rumbling vibration as he kissed his way up and back toward your mouth. 

He didn’t just kiss you then, though. Jack stopped and whispered your name, waiting until you’d opened your eyes and looked at him to nod once, shoulders rising and falling as he took a breath. What is he doing? “You’re welcome, darlin’.” 

There was no opportunity for you to reply before his mouth was on yours, Jack’s lips parted in a mirror of your own. He used the opportunity, slipping his tongue between them and meeting yours head on. The intensity of the kiss took you by surprise, and you sunk into the bedding as Jack pressed forward, his bare chest against your covered one. 

When he pulled away, you could see that he was breathing hard, a wild look in his eyes. You liked the look - liked the fact that just kissing you for a few minutes could rile him up so much, and for a brief moment, wondered what he saw when looking at you. “That was one hell of a kiss, Jack.” He winked at you, and then leaned down to press a softer one to the corner of your mouth before he pushed away and then laid down, still facing you. 

“Sure was.” You rolled onto your side and faced him, too, sliding your hand beneath the pillow and under your cheek. “One hell of a kiss for one hell of a -”

“I’m already in bed with you. No need for the cheesy pick up lines.” He laughed, his hand gliding up and between your bodies and then under the pillow to move into place atop yours. That made your eyes widen, but Jack only smiled as his fingers dropped between yours and then curled to squeeze. 

“One more thing, and then I’ll let you sleep, I promise.” You nodded, heartbeat still racing. “This is just this right now, right?” You agreed, murmuring a yes. “I don’t want either of us to act like that’s all it’s ever gonna be.” What? “I’ve never been lookin’ for anything serious, but that doesn’t mean I’ve sworn it off.” Oh. oh, you … Jack. “So if you don’t feel like that’s something you might want with me, the sooner I know, the better.” 

You were stunned into silence, Jack’s words replaying in your head as you attempted to absorb  them. Are there people out there that really wouldn’t want more with him? Has he ever said this to anyone before? And if he has, how recently was it? I don’t … oh, fuck. How do I respond? 

“I’m …” You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. “I’m open to figuring out if that’s what this is with you, Jack.” You exhaled, the sound shaky. “It’s kinda fast to even admit that, but -”

“Not if both of us are on the same page about it.” He leaned closer, though he didn’t take his eyes off of you. “And it sounds like we are.” You agreed, nodding and letting your eyes close. “Now get some sleep. Mornin’s gonna come real quick.”

You agreed, and after he gave your hand another quick squeeze, he released it, his hand moving from yours to your hip. He didn’t have a chance to pull you closer because you moved first, inching toward him and scooting down on the pillow so that you could tuck your head against his chest. 

Neither of you spoke again, but when you felt his hand against the skin of your back, Jack’s arm pushing your shirt up to expose it, you weren’t surprised. You’d both move during the night, it was almost a given, but for the moment, you were content to be so close. 

—

He woke you up the following morning with lips pressed to your temple and a hand on your shoulder. “Just lettin’ you know I’m leaving.” His voice was quiet as Jack spoke, and when you cracked your eyes open, you saw that the lights were still off in the room. 

“What time is it?” You sighed and stretched, moving closer to Jack without thinking. “Feels early.” 

“It’s only 8.” He kissed you again. “My momma sent a message and said they’d be in the lobby in fifteen.” Groaning, you reached for him and were surprised to find that Jack was still shirtless. “Stay here. I’m gonna go with them for breakfast, but I won’t eat much. We’ll still order when I get back.”

“No. Eat.” You closed your eyes, turning your face toward the pillow. “‘M fine.” He laughed and squeezed your arm before sitting up and letting go. 

“You still gonna be in bed waitin’?” You nodded without opening your eyes. Where else would I be? “Good.” The mattress shifted when he got up, but you didn’t move, already dozing back off. And when the door shut behind him a few minutes later, your breathing was deep and even - and you didn’t hear it. 

But you felt it when Jack got back into bed, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling your body so that you were pressed against his chest. You let him, content to melt into the broad expanse of man as you came back to consciousness. “You smell like bacon, Jack.” 

“I had some.” He laughed, his fingers curling slightly against your belly. “Wasn’t smoked but it was still good.” That made you chuckle, too. I like this. It was Jack that spoke first, saying your name and then shifting his hips slightly. “I’ve got to be at the stadium around 3:15 today, so we’ve got a few hours. What do you want to do?” We have options? 

Rolling over to face him, you met his gaze, frowning. “What do you mean?” 

“I mean …” His smile widened. “We can go back to sleep. We can wake up an’ order breakfast. We can wake up and watch somethin’ on TV. It’s not even 10 yet, so we’ve got a while.” He paused, and then you watched his lips shift into a smirk. “Or, I could have breakfast in bed.” 

It took a few seconds because you were still waking up, but when you realized that he was talking about you, you groaned and then pushed away from him, covering your face with one hand. 

“Even for you, Jack, that was bad.” He laughed and then you did, too, the sound turning into a sigh. “Fuck, that was -”

“Enough to convince you to say yes?” You opened your eyes and saw that he was watching you intently, his head propped up on one hand. “I was only half kidding.” 

It was tempting. You could tell that he wanted you, and that feeling alone was almost intoxicating, Jack’s attention first thing in the morning something that you never would have thought possible only weeks earlier. “That sounds nice, Jack, but …” Reaching out, you trailed a finger up his arm, wrinkling your nose. “I remember you telling me that I could have my way with you this morning.”

“I did say that, didn’t I.” You nodded, watching as he took and held a breath, his eyes never leaving your face. “I’m not gonna tell you no.” That was all the permission you needed, and so you sat up and inhaled deeply. Alright. 

“Take your shirt off.” You gestured toward him. “And then sit up, like you were last night.” 

He did what you asked, and only a few moments later, Jack was shirtless and leaning back against the headboard, his uninjured arm bent and tucked behind his head. “What now?” You eyed him carefully, thinking. 

“I should go and brush my -”

“Fuck that. Get over here.” He unbent his arm and reached for you, fingers curling around your bicep. “You’re fine.” You climbed back onto his lap and settled in, knees on either side of his thighs. “You wanna kiss me?” You nodded, running the fingers of one hand through his hair. “Then what’re you waitin’ for?” 

It was surreal to you that Jack was giving you permission to treat him like that morning was routine between you - that it wasn’t only the second time you’d woken up to each other, or the first that you were staying in bed instead of getting up immediately so that you could leave. But it’s happening, so… 

Leaning in, you met his lips with yours, sighing. His hands moved to your hips, fingers dipping beneath the hem of your shirt to settle against your body - and when his grip tightened in response, you stopped overthinking. 

You kissed him harder, rocking your hips forward, and when he groaned, you used the parting of his lips to your advantage. It was easy to kiss him - easy to get lost in the way his mouth moved with yours, and the way it felt to have him beneath you, the warmth of his body comforting. It didn’t take much before you felt him stiffening through the shorts he wore, Jack moaning against your mouth when you ground down against him. 

“Are you sure, Jack?” You questioned him when you backed away to catch your breath, and there was no mistaking the reply, his eyes flashing as he said yes, head moving up and down in agreement. 

When you climbed off of him and settled in on the blankets beside his legs, you didn’t pause before you reached for him, the elastic of his waistband making it simple for you to pull the shorts - and the underwear beneath it - down. He helped by lifting his hips from the mattress, and then once you’d worked the clothing down to his knees, Jack kicked it the rest of the way off, leaving himself completely naked in front of you. 

You reached out slowly, dragging the edges of your nails up the inside of his thigh. When you wrapped your fingers around him, Jack’s eyes closed and he swore, a quiet thunk reaching your ears when his head made contact with the wood behind him. That made you smile, but it didn’t cause your focus to waver. 

Instead, you took a breath and began to stroke his length, Jack hard in your hold and even harder with each pass of your hand. Ok. Here we go. Without breaking stride, you leaned in and then bent forward, breathing out before you kissed Jack’s thigh, giving him warning. He hummed, one of his hands moving to rest against your shoulderblade, but he didn’t speak up or push you away - and so you continued. 

You worked your way inward and toward your hand, and when you glanced up, lips hovering inches above him, you saw that he was watching you, his eyes so dark you couldn’t tell where the iris ended and pupil began. “Please.” 

It was only one word - but it was filled with trust, and so without prolonging things any further, you lowered your head and took him into your mouth for the first time. 

He hissed when your lips closed around him, his fingers curling against your t-shirt, but since he still didn’t ask you to stop, you kept going. 

It was a leap forward, and you knew it. He did, too, if the look you saw in his eyes before you closed yours was anything to go by. 

He filled your mouth, and when you sunk down lower, the flat of your tongue pressed against him, Jack grunted as his hips jerked forward, pushing himself deeper. You were ready for it, rearing back just enough that you didn’t choke, but you didn’t pull off of him. I can handle it. 

You squeezed him at the base, the heel of your hand resting against the coarse hair there, and when you sighed, eyes squeezed shut, you felt Jack relax, his grip on your shirt loosening, too. As you bobbed up and down his length, your hand stroking what wasn’t between your lips, you wondered what he liked - wondered if he wanted things straight to the point or if he liked it slow and messy, giving him a chance to relish the warmth of someone’s mouth. 

With a quiet pop you pulled back, opening your eyes and glancing up. “J -”

“Your goddamn mouth.” The hand not on your shoulder moved, rising so that he could use his fingertips to tilt your chin up. “I shouldn’t have made you wait.” You sucked in a breath, lips parting. What? “Y’alright?” 

“Yeah, I…” You trailed off when he slowly dragged his thumb over your lower lip, his eyes following the movement. “I was just going to …” You kissed the pad of it, closing your eyes to steady yourself before opening them as you spoke. “I was going to ask what you like, Jack.” 

The question surprised him; you saw his eyes widen, and when you began to stroke him again - slowly, your hand gliding fluidly up and down - you took a deep breath, waiting. He was breathing hard, and you watched his jaw work as he eyed you, head tilted to the side. His hand moved back, stroking over your hair. 

“It’s been a minute.” He sniffed, hips shifting upward and pushing himself further into your hand. “But I liked what you were doing.” Jack’s lip curled when your thumb passed over his tip, circling slowly before your hand moved back downward. “That alright?” 

You didn’t speak, instead nodding as you lowered your head again and took him back into your mouth. That time, you focused your attention on the place your finger had just been, tongue moving in a series of quick, deliberate licks while your hand continued to move beneath it. 

He hissed out your name, hands falling away from you to fist the blankets, his muscles going rigid. It emboldened you, and when you braced yourself on his thigh, fingers curling in against his skin to give you more support as you continued, you pushed everything else out of your mind except Jack. 

You wanted to make him come. 

You wanted to push him over the edge with only your hand and mouth, and you wanted the satisfaction of doing so at his request. Your gaze rose, expecting to find him with his head tipped back and his eyes closed. Instead, he was watching you, chest rising and falling rapidly as he breathed out through his parted lips. 

When you caught his eye, he didn’t look away. That sent a flood of warmth throughout your body, the heat settling low in your belly. He closed his eyes first, muttering the word fuck and bringing one hand back to rest against your shoulder. You moaned around him, closing your eyes, too, and when you felt his muscles begin to tense again, you sped the movement of your mouth up and added a slight twist of your wrist as you stroked him. 

He was close - you could tell by the changes in his breathing, and as you prepared yourself, you were stunned to hear Jack say your name again before asking you to look at him. “Gonna come.” He swallowed, the motion turning into a groan. “Gonna come hard. You ok with that?” You nodded, flicking your tongue against his slit and then squeezing with the hand wrapped around him. “Oh fuck.” He jerked his head back and you heard the thud as it connected with the headboard again, but you were too focused to pay it much mind. 

You moaned, sinking down as far as you could go before returning your attention to his head, hollowing out your cheeks and then swirling your tongue around him, letting out a contented sigh as you savored the taste. 

He cried out and it took you by surprise, Jack pulsing in your hand twice before he came, his hips once again rising off of the bed as your hold tightened slightly. You tried to swallow, but were positioned awkwardly, resulting in Jack’s release leaking past your lips and down his length. You kept your mouth on him but slowed the motion of your hand as he finished, sliding your lips upward so that you could clean him with your tongue. When Jack managed to speak your name, his voice was low and somewhat strained. 

You looked up again and saw that he was smiling, eyelids hooded. “C’mere. You’re done.” I guess I am. Slowly, you released him, unable to resist giving him one last flick of your tongue that resulted in a quick hiss, though he didn’t stop smiling. Your hand was a mess, and when you pulled that away, you brought it up and into your eye line, considering. I could just wipe it off, but … 

That wasn’t what you chose. Turning your wrist, you brought it to your mouth and sealed your lips around the skin between your thumb and first finger, sucking the remaining fluid from your skin with another sigh. He swore at that, and when he reached for you, you let him pull you closer, both of his arms going around you as he tucked you against his body and tilted his head down to kiss the top of your head. 

“You’re fucking incredible, d’you know that?” Draping an arm over his belly, you didn’t reply, instead turning your head inward and kissing the center of his chest. If you say so. “You good?” You nodded, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath as you tried to keep from overreacting. 

Both of you were quiet for a little while, the low thrum of the AC unit the only noise in the room - but it was you that spoke first. “Never been woken up like that before, Jack.” He laughed, one of his hands sliding down the side of your body and over your hip, his touch comforting. “I liked it.”

“I did too.” He kissed you again, and then said your name, the sound quiet. “It’s not fair, though.” 

“What’s not?” You didn’t look up, instead opening your eyes to watch as your fingertips trailed over his skin, using one of them to travel between the freckles on his abdomen. “I have no complaints about -”

“It’s not fair,” he continued, the hand on your hip moving up and then down, his fingers slipping beneath the elastic of your underwear and then around so that he could squeeze you. “That you get to have all the fun.” What is he … oh, shit. Jack’s hand moved lower, between your legs. “Fuck, you liked that, didn’t you?” 

If you could feel the stickiness between your thighs, you knew that Jack could too, and when you mumbled out the word yes, he sighed deeply. Too much. I liked that too much. You weren’t expecting him to pull his hand away and pull you closer with it, or for him to use his other hand to guide your chin up, raising your gaze so that you could look him in the eye. And you were completely unprepared for the expression on his face - a mixture of excitement and fear, his eyes blazing. “Jack?” 

“Get up here.” You moved instantly, scooting up a few inches, and when he kissed you, you felt your chest grow tight. 

It was one thing to sleep with him based on mutual attraction. It was another to have him invite you out to a different state to spend a weekend with him. And it was a third, entirely different thing to have him break a rule for you that by his own admission was created to keep distance between him and the people he slept with - and then immediately have him pull you close and kiss you afterward. 

And even as it deepend, Jack’s tongue stroking against yours as his hand slid to the back of your neck to support the position you were in, your mind was working overtime trying to make sense of everything that you were feeling - and what it might mean. 

You couldn’t ignore it forever, and knew that you’d have to confide in Jack before you got in too deep. It was only fair, since he’d been so honest with you the night before. But maybe I don’t have to now, you thought as his hand slid down your thigh and toward your knee. He said he might be open to more, and I don’t … I don’t want to ruin this yet. 

Jack urged you to raise your leg and settle it atop his, and when he dragged his hand back up the inside of yours, you realized exactly what he was setting up. You shivered when he reached your inner thigh and then whimpered against his lips when his fingers made contact with the damp material of your underwear. You felt him smile, but he didn’t break the kiss. Fuck, Jack. 

Your hips flexed forward and Jack took the initiative, sliding his hand up and over your abdomen and then down, making its way between your skin and the fabric. Oh, God, he - 

It was you that bit down on his lower lip when his fingers sunk into you for the first time, but he didn’t stop with the sudden burst of pain. Instead, Jack curled his fingers as he thrust his wrist forward, changing the angle and filling you further. You gasped at the feeling, and then it was Jack that closed his teeth around your lip and tugged, pulling your attention back to the kiss. 

“I hope you slept well,” he mumbled, his lips moving against yours. “Because I’m just gettin’ started with you, darlin’.” 

— 

By the middle of that night’s game, you were almost positive that the trip to Texas was one of the best decisions you’d ever made. 

You and Jack hadn’t gotten out of bed until that afternoon. After dozing off once he’d gotten you off with his hand and waking up a little later, he’d given you a hands on demonstration of just how much better his arm felt while supporting his weight above you. 

And when you’d finally left the bed and headed into the bathroom, emerging from it with one of the hotel’s fluffy robes securely tied at your waist, you’d found him heating up a plate of his mom’s cooking for each of you. It was delicious, and while you ate, he’d told you a couple stories about his younger years, most of them centered around the types of meals she’d brought to share with the team. 

While he showered, you lounged on the bed and flipped through the TV channels, trying not to think too hard about how easy it felt to be with Jack. That failed miserably when he emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and his damp hair dripping down his neck and onto his chest. You’d seen the look in his eye when he caught you staring, and it hadn’t taken long for the towel - and your bathrobe - to disappear, tangled together on the floor. 

After he’d left for the stadium, you finally got it together, opening your laptop and booking your flight home for the following day. It felt wrong to do so, but when you typed in the numbers from the credit card Jack had left for you to use, it felt like another puzzle piece falling into place, the realization that you’d already leapt past the point of just being a hookup a little more believable. 

But during the game, as you watched him from one of the seats that had been occupied by his parents the previous night, you let yourself enjoy it all without worrying 

He knew where you stood, and you had a better idea of what he was looking for - and how he viewed your situation. He’d made you feel thoroughly wanted from the moment he’d spotted you from the field the night before. Jack had assured you that he wanted you to watch him play again that night, and the frequent glances over while he was on the field solidified it. 

You weren’t his girlfriend. You weren’t in a relationship with him. There was no guarantee beyond that weekend that he’d want to spend so much time with you. But I’m here now, and we’re having a good time. That’s what matters. 

The Statesman lost the game, but you were already on your way back to the hotel by the final out, your Uber driver cheering quietly when the last out was made. And when Jack got back to the room almost an hour later, you were already in bed again, the blanket around your waist and a rerun playing for background noise while you scrolled on your phone. 

He paused in the hallway, leaning against it with one arm raised over his head and just stared at you, brow furrowed, his other hand in his pocket. “What, Jack? Why are you looking at me like that?” 

“I’m just thinkin’ about how the next time I walk into a hotel room, it’s gonna be empty.” He stepped closer, undoing his belt and tossing it onto the armchair. “And you’re gonna be back in Louisville.” Hmm.That’s quite the admission. 

“Well if it makes you feel any better, I’d much rather be in a hotel with you than at home and working, so…” You shrugged, setting your phone down on the side table. “Both of us are going to be disappointed after tomorrow.” 

He undid the zipper on his pants and let them drop to the floor, stepping out of them before he pulled his shirt off and headed for the bed. He’s still got the chain on. Jack crawled to you and then leaned over, no hesitation before he pressed a kiss to your lips. “Disappointed is right.”  

“I’m sorry you guys lost today.  It was a tough game.” You didn’t want to change the subject, but it was the only way to ensure that you didn’t say something you’d regret. “How early do you need to be on the bus tomorrow?” 

“Too early.” He sighed, lowering his head before he moved away and laid back, looking up at you. “It’s a 1 o’clock start.” It meant he’d be waking up early - and that you’d be saying goodbye sooner than you would have liked. “You probably think I’m boring as hell, invitin’ you out here and then going to sleep so early without -”

“You’re a professional athlete, Jack, and it’s almost the end of the season. You might not be in playoff contention, but -”

“Ouch.” He lowered his head and rested it against your shoulder, the golden pendant swinging forward and making contact with your arm. “You had to remind me.”

“I’m sorry.” You ruffled his hair with one hand, focused on the way his lips lingered. “But other teams are, which means that everything’s still full steam ahead. I didn’t come out here thinking we’d be up until 2 am partying. I came here to see you, and if that means being in bed early and watching TV with you, I’m alright with that.” 

He looked like he didn’t believe you, but without saying anything, he sat up and leaned over to kiss you again. It didn’t take you by surprise like it would have a week earlier. What did stun you was the way he kissed you - like he’d been doing it for forever - and how much of a response your body had to him. I can’t help it. 

When he sat upright again, Jack sighed, his hand dropping down to take yours. “Saw you booked your flight.” He laced your fingers together, palms flat. “You’re leavin’ before the game?”

“I had to. The only other flight back was late, and I didn’t want to risk not being home in time for work.” You shook your head. “Thank you again for offering to pay for that. You didn’t need to; it was really strange to use your -”

“Of course I needed to.” He frowned, arching a brow. “Why would you pay to go home from somewhere I invited you?” Because I don’t want you to think that I expect you to pay for anything for me. “But you’re welcome. I hope you booked yourself a good seat.” 

You hadn’t. You’d booked a regular, no frills ticket, and hadn’t even thought twice about doing anything else. Admitting that to him got you a good-natured eye roll, but it wasn’t until you were both laying down and facing each other that he spoke again.  

“Gimmie your phone.” What? “Someone’s got to break the ice and I don’t think it’s gonna be you.” You rolled over and reached for it, unlocking it before you handed it over. Jack moved to lay on his back, head propped up by a pillow. He studied the image you had set as your background for a few seconds and then used one finger to swipe and tap.

“Jack, what are you doing?”

“I have a picture of you, but you don’t have one of me.” 

“You’ve sent me pictures of -”

“That’s not what I mean.” He glanced over. “And you know it.” He raised the phone and aimed it, and you watched as he took multiple pictures of himself over the next few seconds. What is he doing? “How’re these?” He handed it back to you, turning onto his side and propping himself up on one elbow. 

You swiped through them, teeth digging into your lower lip. They were all great - even though they were dimly lit. You could also tell that he was in bed, and shirtless, the gold around his neck bright in the glow of the TV. You knew what it looked like and he knew it too, and when you opened your mouth to answer, you didn’t get a word out before he said your name, cutting you off. “What?” 

“D’you want to take one together?” He inhaled deeply, holding his breath as he waited for your answer. What? 

“Right now?” He nodded slowly, exhaling. “But neither of us are dressed, and -” 

“Nobody but us will see them, right?” You nodded, heartbeat quickening. “Then what does it matter?” He had a point, and you really had no solid excuse to turn him down. And I’d love a picture of us. You sat up and closed your eyes, looking down at where he laid. “That a yes?” 

“It is, Jack.” He sat up next to you and wound one arm around your shoulders, easing you closer as the two of you leaned back and against the headboard. While he took a few shots, you tried not to let the uncertainty you felt show in your expression - or in your posture. Taking pictures of each other was a big step on its own, but taking photos in bed - even though you were fully clothed - was yet another leap. 

“Think I got a good one.” He turned his head and kissed the side of yours. “What do you think?” 

“I think,” you spoke as you swiped through them. “I think that they’re all good, Jack. Do you want me to send any of them to you?”

“All of ‘em.” He moved his hand up and down your arm, squeezing your shoulder. “Maybe not the ones of just my own face, but…” He chuckled, shrugging. “It’ll be nice to look at those and remember the first time you came to see me play.” 

“The first time?” Turning at the waist, you faced him. “You think there’s going to be a next time?”

“Probably not this year.” He scratched at the side of his head, wrinkling his nose. “Season’s almost over, but yeah. Maybe next year you can come out to spring training or something.” It was at odds with what you’d talked about earlier. He was planning things in the future, though nothing was certain between you. Jack was acting as if he expected the two of you to still be in contact months down the road, and in a position where you flying out to spend a few days with him wouldn’t seem unreasonable. So maybe he really is thinking about more. 

“Getting out of Kentucky and going to Arizona in February or March? Count me in.” You laughed, quickly putting all of the pictures into one text and sending it to him before you leaned over and put your phone back on the table. “I had a lot of fun this weekend, Jack. I hope you did, too.” 

You settled back in, rolling over to face him, but Jack didn’t lay back down. Instead, he tilted his head forward, looking over at you. “I did.” He began to chew on the inside of his cheek, brow furrowed. What did I say? “I’m gonna go and get ready for bed.” He gestured to the bathroom. “You need in there?”

You told him no, watching as he got out of the bed and crossed the room. Jack reached for the light switch inside the smaller space, but paused and then looked back over his shoulder at you before stepping inside. “What’s that look for?” 

Some of the tension in the room eased with your question, and the rest of it disappeared when he spoke, his smirk visible even from a distance. “Don’t fall asleep while I’m gone, alright?” 

With a laugh that turned into a groan, you pulled the blanket up further. This is how it’s going to be for a while. I guess I’ll have to get used to figuring everything out as we go. “I won’t. But if I do… you have my permission to wake me up, Jack.” 

— 

[luvrseung]

𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 - TEASER

## synopsis! You were always filled with the urge to destroy perfect things. It just felt wrong to leave things untouched. People weren't an exception. So, what are you supposed to do when an angel appears in front of you? Well... ruin him of course.

## pairing! innocent! heeseung x corrupted fem! reader

## wc: undecided

## cw! biggg themes of religion,, religious guilt is very heavy through this (maybe i'm projecting), suggestive?

## a/n! hellooooo everyone! ive been writing so many things but keep falling uninterested like halfway through. this one tho!!!!! i am very motivated to write it and cant wait to share it! so heres a little teaser :P my reason for this being so religous-y is because i find the juxtaposition of something so pure and untouched with something so dark and corrupted really beautiful! also in no way am i trying to make fun of any religion. i was quite religious myself! i value and respect anyone in any religion! this piece was also kind of a reflection of my own inner turmoil... anyways! i hope you enjoy and please stay tuned to the end for a poll determining something tehe...AND LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS OFCCC!! NOW ENJOY!! ALSO NOT PROOFREAD SO PLS KEEP THAT IN MIND!

Every Sunday, your mother would wake you up early in the morning to attend church with your family. The thin line between filial obligation and genuine devotion blurred with each sunrise. Your parents approached church with a fervor you used to share. Honestly, you found it quite boring, like a duty. Don’t misunderstand, whispers of belief still flickered within you, undying embers that display a gentle glow. Even in moments of despair or dark times, you often find yourself praying to the Lord; but on top of the catholic school you had gone to for your whole life, you found Sunday services tedious, as en extension of what you went through on a daily basis. You also spent the last two nights wasted beyond belief, and you waking up early for church was the last thing you wanted to do. This Sunday was nothing special, unfortunately. Peeling yourself from the comfort of your bed, you slowly get ready for service.

Sitting in your pew, your mind can’t help but wander. Thoughts of anything and everything fill your mind, in attempts to keep you awake during the priest’s sermon. A gentle nudge from your mother jolted you back to a semblance of piety. Her whispered reprimand, "Focus, darling," carried the weight of disappointment and a subtle plea for adherence. You plastered a thin smile on your face and offered a barely-there nod. You have stared at the front of this church so many times, you could draw it without reference.

The vibrant hues of the stained-glass windows, the worn kneelers that bore the indentations of countless prayers, the stoic statues flanking the entrance, it all felt more familiar than comforting. Behind the granite altar, sat the deacon and altar servers; like usual. Except this time, your eye catches an unfamiliar face on the right side of the deacon. He sat toward the end, two other altar servers on his left side. He was dressed like the others, clad in the customary floor-length white robe. His hair was a dark red, a little bit longer, and parted a little toward the side. His eyes big, as his attention is on the priest and his words.

A sardonic chuckle bubbled up in your chest, a silent stir in the holy air. Angelic. That new altar server looked angelic. How utterly cliché. If you were any closer, your blatant staring would be a cardinal sin in its own right. Minutes bled into an eternity as you wrestled with the tedious sermon and the incredibly good-looking boy behind the priest. Just as his monotone reached a fever pitch, a stirring announced the impending communion. Relief, both welcome and unwelcome, washed over you. Relief from the droning sermon, yet unwelcome because it meant the inevitable procession of the altar servers – and your unexpected fixation. With a practiced efficiency, the servers rose, their white robes billowing as they glided down the aisle. Luck, or perhaps a touch of divine irony, had placed you at the very end of the pew, closest to the spectacle about to unfold.

Angel boy, as you couldn't help but label him in the traitorous corners of your mind, drew closer. His face, bathed in the soft glow of the stained-glass windows, held an enigmatic quality. Was it the hint of a smirk playing on his lips, or the way his eyes seemed to hold a depth that transcended the sterile walls of the church? The closer he got, the more the sanctity of the ritual blurred with a curiosity that felt both illicit and strangely sacred. Your eyes locked. Inevitably, undeniably. And your eye contact lingers for a beat too long. A smirk, barely contained, played on his lips before he flicked his gaze away. But not before a telltale blush bloomed at the tips of his ears. He finally makes his way out of your view. Shame, hot and unwelcome, flooded your cheeks as you watched him disappear down the aisle. Your heart pounded against your ribs, a loud drumbeat against the backdrop of solemn hymns.

The taste of forbidden fruit lingered on your tongue, a mix of guilt and a desire you couldn't quite place. The once-tedious ritual now felt charged with a newfound tension, the air thick with an unspoken something that threatened to shatter the carefully constructed walls of your - currently dwindling - faith.

The altar servers returned, their white robes whispering against the polished floor. As the line snaked its way forward, a playful thought tickled your mind. A sly smile played on your lips, a secret shared only with yourself, as you approached the angel-faced boy holding the communion bread. With hands demurely clasped in front of you – the picture of a devoted daughter – you tilted your head up, meeting his gaze. His eyes, the color of rich chocolate, widened momentarily before flickering down. A hint of rose stained his cheeks. You see his adam’s apple bob as he gulps.

He held a piece of bread out, his voice a mere tremor. "The Body of Christ," he murmured.

“Amen.” You reply, leaning forward slightly, your arms pushing your boobs together and showing cleavage that you know he can see. Instead of extending your hands, you kept them clasped. You stick your tongue out as your eyes look at him through lowered lashes.

He cleared his throat, his hand trembling slightly as he held the bread closer. He placed the bread on your tongue with a slight tremor in his hand. You retracted your tongue with a triumphant smirk, the taste of the bread a mere secondary sensation to the unexpected jolt of electricity that had shot through you at the contact. You met his eyes again, a playful glint in them. A single word, more so a sound, escaped your lips, a soft "Mmm," before you retreated back down the line, a smile playing your my lips. The sign of the cross felt almost sacrilegious in this new context as you maintained unwavering eye-contact with the angel boy.

The brief exchange ignited a thrill within you. This wasn't just harmless interest. An unknown urge, long dormant, roared awake. You craved the challenge of chipping away at that perfect exterior, of shattering the halo that seemed welded above his head. Maybe then, you could see the real boy – and maybe, just maybe, a part of you yearned to be touched by his innocence. Or break it… who knows?

The weight of Monday settled over you uncomfortably and unwillingly. Another week of school stretched before you. In homeroom, surrounded by your friends – Jay, Sunghoon, Jungwon, and Minji – you couldn't help but relive the memory.

Sunghoon, slumped over your desk, groaned, "Church yesterday was enough to put a saint to sleep. I swear, I drifted off right after the Our Father."

"Then why'd you drag yourself to the early service?" you chuckled.

"Blame Minji," Sunghoon mumbled, accusatory eyes flickering towards her.

Minji, unfazed, countered, "Hey, it's not my fault you crashed at my place. You know my parents prefer the eight o'clock mass."

Jungwon chimed in, "Maybe we should stop going out so late on Saturdays?"

Four pairs of eyes shot daggers at him. "Thank the lord I snagged a free pass yesterday," Jay said with a smug grin. "Parents out of town mean no mandatory church duties."

"Yeah, but you missed a nice show," Jungwon piped up, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"What show exactly, Wonnie?" you feigned innocence, a subtle warning lacing your voice. Jungwon wasn't fooled. "The little performance you put on with the new altar server. You're sick and twisted.”

A playful smirk spread across your face. "Maybe I am, but you love it," you declared, smothering him in a teasing hug. Jungwon squirmed, laughter escaping his lips as he tried to fend you off.

Minji chimed in, “Care to elaborate?”

A conspiratorial glint sparked in your eyes. “Yes, yes mother…Let's just say there's a new, really hot, altar boy… and he’s perfect! Too perfect, if you know what I mean.” A beat of silence follows, confusion falls over everyone before you respond, “Need to ruin him a bit.”

The boys rolled their eyes in unison, but Jay couldn't resist a question. "How exactly do you plan on achieving that, Miss Mother Mary?”

You roll your eyes, feigning annoyance, “Well-“

The shrill of the first bell sliced through your conversation like a choirboy's off-key note. Your homeroom teacher, Mrs. Kim, swept in with a stern expression, instantly silencing the room. You exchanged helpless glances with your friends and raise both your hands in false defeat as they walk away from your desk and to their respective seats. Leaning in with a conspiratorial glint, Minji whispers, “You better tell us at lunch, bitch,” she points her finger at you and you laugh her off with confirmatory nod.

Before the morning prayer could play through the speakers, Mrs. Kim cleared her throat, silencing the room with a single, sharp rap on her desk. "Good morning, class. Today, we have a new student joining us. Please welcome him warmly." Her gesture towards the door was all it took for the air to whoosh from your lungs. Your jaw practically unhinged itself as the angel-faced altar server from Sunday, walked into the classroom. A breathless gasp escaped your lips, “no fucking way”.

You couldn't believe your luck. Here he was, the object of your amusement, deposited right into your everyday life. An unholy grin split your face, the possibilities swirling in your mind like incense smoke in a cathedral. This was exactly what you prayed for the night before.

You tap sunghoon’s shoulder, who was sitting in the seat in front of you. He leaned back, brow furrowed in confusion, as you leaned in to whisper, "That's him." Sunghoon's eyes widened, his mouth forming a perfect "o" before snapping shut in realization. He whipped around in his seat, confirming your words with a silent nod. Jungwon had already caught your message through a glance. You threw him a devilish smile, his lips twitching with barely contained amusement. He leaned over to Jay, who was seated next to him, and relayed the news in hushed tones. Sunghoon, mirroring your earlier action, tapped Minji's shoulder diagonally across the aisle, sending the news rippling through your little group like a clandestine prayer chain. A silent wave of excitement washed over you and your friends. This unexpected turn of events proved to be far more entertaining than any Sunday service. The prospect of having him, the object of your wicked plan, in your daily life was a delicious twist of fate, and you couldn't wait to see how it would all unfold.

“Hello everyone, my name is Lee Heeseung. It’s lovely to meet you all.” He scanned the sea of faces before him, his gaze drifting casually across the classroom. Then, something – you – caught his eye. Your hand twirled a strand of hair with practiced ease. The other waved at him, not a simple greeting, but a slow, deliberate movement that sent a shiver down his spine. You knew exactly what it looked like. An invitation, a subtle message almost saying ‘I know you thought of me last night’. A flush crept up Heeseung's neck, a telltale sign mirrored by the rapid bob of his Adam's apple. He could practically feel the heat of your gaze on him. Mrs. Kim brought his attention back to her, “Nice to have you here Heeseung, there’s an empty seat in the third row by the window.” His gaze met yours once more. He made his way towards his seat, two rows ahead and two rows to the right. Your eyes never left his figure when you noticed the all-too familiar blush at the tip of his ears.

The first bell pierced the charged silence, jolting everyone back to reality. A flurry of activity erupted as classmates gathered their books and shuffled out. You darted playful glances at your friends, their attention firmly fixed on Heeseung. Laughter bubbled up inside you, barely contained. With a final shove of notebooks into his bag, Heeseung seemed to hesitate, catching your eye across the room. You couldn't help but smirk, so excited to ruin him. Picturing how different he would look with pierced ears, a cigarette in his mouth, and you on his lap. You just couldn’t wait. The familiar weight of Jay's arm slung around your shoulder grounded you momentarily. "First period, babe?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement. "Actually, jongseongie,” you began, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes, "go ahead with the others. I have a… matter to attend to with a certain altar server."

Your friends, well aware of your little new toy, burst into laughter. Jay, however, rolled his eyes playfully. "Imma wait for you outside then,” he announced, resignation coloring his voice. “Or.. you could go to our class? You can’t keep avoiding Giselle forever you know.“

“I do nottt wanna see her _. Also, you know she never liked you, so she gets mad when we walk in together.”

“Whatever you say, Jay.”

He flashed a charming, albeit fake, smile before disappearing out the door. With a final playful roll of your eyes, you turned your attention to the angel at the center of your growing intrigue. Heeseung, now the sole occupant of the classroom, seemed strangely hesitant, his gaze lingering on you. A slow, confident stride carried you towards him, the promise of a delicious encounter hanging thick in the air. Everything about him was a siren song, drawing you in with an irresistible pull. His large, doe-like eyes, framed by dark red hair that tumbled playfully just above his brow, seemed to speak pure and sweet nothings into the air. It’s as if the cruel world hasn’t reach those beautiful big eyes yet. But the most captivating detail was the way his ears, like delicate seashells, flushed a brilliant crimson whenever your gazes met. You already pictured what they’d look like adorned in silver. A slow, predatory smile played on your lips as you sauntered towards his desk. Resting your palms on top of his desk, you leaned in close, the scent of his nervous cologne filling your senses. Your voice, normally laced with mischief, took on a sugary sweetness that would make even the most hardened saint wince. “Nice to see you again, altar boy,” you purred, drawing out the words.

His blush deepens, spreading from his ears down his neck. He stammers a reply, stuttering, "H-hi… I, uh, didn't expect to see you here."

“Likewise…” your smirk widens, reaching out your hand, nails painted red, “I’m _, nice to meet you Heeseung.”

He hesitates before his hand reaches yours, responding to your introduction with a shy smile, his doe-eyes sparkling up at you the whole time. Oh how you wish to swim so deep in those beautiful eyes.

"Well, altar boy," you teased, your voice laced with a sweetness that sent shivers down your own spine. "I'd love to chat more, but wouldn't want to keep you from your first day, would we?"

Fishing out a red pen, you held it between your teeth and uncapped it with a flick of your thumb. "Real quick, though," you bargained, a playful glint in your eyes. You extend your left hand, palm up. Hesitantly, he mirrors your gesture, placing his right arm within your grasp. You scribble your phone number on the smooth skin of his inner arm, finishing it off with a perfectly drawn heart.

"Call me, Hee," you purred, leaning in conspiratorially. "I'll be waiting." With a wink that could melt glaciers, you retreated, your hand brushing against his again as you slipped past him. Out in the hallway, you met Jay, a mischievous grin plastered on your face.

Heeseung, left speechless in your wake, peered out from the now-empty classroom. His fingers traced the inscription on his arm, the warmth of your touch lingering alongside the heat of his blush. With a shaky breath, he tucked your phone number beneath his sleeve. He should probably get to his first period class, but his mind was already swirling with the image of you.

© luvrseung - do not plagiarize, repost, translate, copy, or alter any of my content please and thank you.

AUTHORS NOTE: HELLOOOO!! now for the poll: would you like smut in this? yes or no!

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: Wizarding World Reverse Trope Fest

Wizarding World Reverse Trope Fest 2024:

A Study of Muggle Tropes: One Bed by New_Ponyo - E, WIP - When Draco Malfoy discovers the muggle one bed trope during a Friday film night at Granger's flat, he realizes it is the perfect way to make his relationship with Hermione more than just a friendship. Diving head first into research, Draco tries to enact the one bed trope on several occasions. What Draco did not take into account and what the muggle films and books did not mention is magic.

Break Me In by allofthelights11 - E, one-shot - We all know why we're here. Forget the setup. Forget the preamble and a backstory. We're just here for the instant gratification. After being forced to admit they want to shag due to an accidental run-in with Veritaserum (there's your setup/preamble/backstory), Draco and Hermione make it as far as an empty conference room before getting right down to business.

The Anti-Marriage Law by Gr8t_78 - E, one-shot - Nobody is going to tell Hermione Granger she can't get married. And if playboy Auror Draco Malfoy is going to pretend to marry her, it'll just prove her point to the Minister of Magic. It's the principle of the thing!

Crash Into Me (Or, There Were No Beds!) by Gr8t_78 - E, one-shot - Draco watched her carefully from the corners of his eyes to gauge her reaction. She eyed the CD player rather nervously. When the third song began, the blush returned to her cheeks. This is the song, Draco thought with a wicked smirk. Let's just find out what gets Granger's knickers in a twist. You come crash, into me And I come into you And I come into you In a boys dream By the time the song, with all of its references to being tied up and hiking up skirts and wearing nothing was finished, Draco was finding the car rather stuffy and overly hot himself. Oh. Oh. “You know, I think I saw a Beatles CD–” Draco said, loosening his collar as Hermione cranked up the fan and blasted herself with the vents. “That would be perfect, thanks,” she said in a pitch at least one octave higher than her usual voice.

Perfect from Far Away by TheMaryScribbler - E, one-shot - It all started with the brush of Granger’s hand against his. The barest touch lit up every nerve in Draco’s palm as if she had burned her brand in him, the feeling lingering long after she was out of sight. … Malfoy’s hand clasped hers, ensuring bare flesh touched flesh and every plan that Hermione made for her life imploded with the force of a dying star. … When Draco and Hermione discover they are each other’s soulmate they only have one question: why can’t they ever manage to be in the same place?

Many Little Deaths by slytherindiaries - E, one-shot - Hermione Granger gets orders to train Draco Malfoy, to use him against Voldemort's regime. She thinks he's useless, he couldn't even kill Dumbledore knowing it would save his life. But Draco isn't who Hermione thinks he is. He's dangerous, cunning, brilliant; a Slytherin after all. And Hermione finds she may like this version of Draco...maybe a little too much.

Draco's Sugar Mommy by Dizzle00 - E, 3 chapters - “I can take are of you, you know,” she murmured, stroking her thumb across his slit, gathering the precum there and pressing on his frenulum. His hips jumped with the sudden need to fuck something. “I have both the desire and the means.” “Fuck,” he hissed. “Please, Hermione. Please please please.” She smiled, a cat-like smirk, her fingers opening his fly and pulling his cock out all the way. She licked her lips looking down at it, encircling it with her hand, gifting him with a long, tight stroke. Oh Merlin, he was going to come all over her, right here in Potter’s sitting room.

Top or Bottom? by havesomewords - E, 3 chapters - An overnight mission to nab a smuggler takes our reluctant Auror partners north to dreary York, where they encounter an endangered dragon egg, far too many Vikings, and absolutely excruciating sexual tension.

It Comes with Practice by MarinaJune - E, one-shot - Draco Malfoy has changed for the better. Hermione sees it. Feels it. Against all prior expectations, he likes her. A lot. She likes him, too. It's hard not to when he says and does almost all the right things. Almost. There are some areas where he falls a bit...short.

where wolves fear to prey by SultryNuns - E, one-shot - Hermione returned to her Eighth Year at Hogwarts changed, a newly made werewolf desperate to evade detection. The issue is, Draco Malfoy has changed too, and he's paying an unavoidable amount of attention. Some pushy prats just won’t let sleeping dogs lie.

UN/BOUND by Hanniesalwaysreading - E, WIP - “Hermione Granger, as I live and breathe.” The stranger's mild voice didn’t match the violence of his hands. “Who–what–” was all Hermione managed to choke out before he grabbed her by the roots of her hair, jerking her back towards him with enough force to tear strands from her scalp. “You went and put on the necklace, didn’t you? Stupid Mudblood. You’ve damned yourself straight to hell.” — Or, Hermione gets trapped in a soul bond, and Draco helps her break it. Written for the 2024 Wizarding World Reverse Trope Fest. [WARNINGS: RAPE/NON-CON]

i bloom, i grow (i glow) by B_LovedHunter - E, WIP - “I… Neville, I need flowers.” He frowned and dropped his hands. “Well, I can certainly help you with that. But your letter made it seem like you had a much more dire issue.” There was no point in keeping anything from Neville. “Something is wrong with me,” she whispered. “Neville. I wake up hungry and I want to eat flowers. I keep dreaming of being a tree, a flower— vines.” “...What?” or, Hermione's concept of love has always been twisted due to her experiences. When she confesses her love to Draco Malfoy, something inside her snaps and she develops an appetite for all the flowers.

The Fate of Our Circumstance by kaycares - E, WIP - Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy - This notice serves as a reminder that 26th September of this year begins the fifth year of your marriage. If a healthy child is not produced by the following 26th of September, your marriage will be dissolved, and new spouses will be assigned to each of you, per the agreement in the Repopulation Act. - The Ministry of Magic

Close Combat by morgan_magic - E, 4 chapters - Draco most certainly does not fancy Hermione, and to prove it, he's started a prank war. After he moves their dormitories opposite each other overnight, he not only begins a nasty game of one-upmanship, but the perfect close conditions to finally make their sexual tension snap.

She Will Be Loved by Midnight_shooting_Star - E, WIP - “I don’t think you're here for a fairy tale book, Mister Malfoy.” She started to sort through the stack of books. “I think it’s time you took your leave from my store.” “Miss Granger, I didn’t come all this way to be turned away.” “I will not be mocked like you did to me at Hogwarts,” She warned. “Yet you defended me in some ways during our sixth year.” He spoke calmly, tapping his fingers on the desk. Hermione glanced up to him looking at him through her dark rose-colored glasses. “You saved us at your parents' Manor so, call it even.” “And at the manor, I know something happened when my aunt carved into your arm. I’m right, aren't I?” He asked, waiting for her response. “Out now!” Hermione growled out under her breath. Draco waved his left finger, “Tsk, tsk, your fangs are showing.” Hermione covered her mouth, “I said get out now!” Her voice was muffled as she reached up and grabbed her wand from her bun with her right hand. Draco held up his hands in defeat. “I get it, but just so you know: I would watch how far you let things go. If you continue letting it fester without trying to control it you will lose yourself, little Bibliophile Princess.” [WARNINGS: VIOLENCE, CHARACTER DEATH]

Last, First by Sessediz - T, one-shot - Hermione Granger thinks that she's read up enough on proper etiquette and is eager to display her skills to her longtime crush, but there seems to be some key differences of proper decorum in the wizarding world from her Muggle comportment classes.

so hot you're hurting my feelings by cosmic_kate - E, one-shot - Draco knows following Granger is never a good idea, though it seems to be some kind of compulsive habit for him—one that pretty much always ends the same way. Him: fucked. He’d followed right behind her in marks years one through five—each failure resulting in a cane across his hands and a disappointed glare from his father. He’d followed her to Hagrid’s hut back in third year, which earned him her wicked right hook. And now, he’s followed her into the hollowed out and evidently possessed old charms classroom under the pretense of fixing it up. Draco Malfoy Tries A Good Deed. His punishment? Heatstroke.

This fest is ongoing.

[homosexualbehaviors]

Welcome to my Blog

This is simply a post to let you know the fandoms I am in/the ships I ship. And to maybe get to know a bit about me.

*NOTE: If you have any questions about me or my fandoms or ships, please do not fear to ask. I will answer literally anything! (Nsft included)*

Fandoms and Ships

(The ships with "(#1)" by them are my top ship of that fandom. I have only marked such in fandoms I have listed multiple ships.)

Wednesday: Wenclair (#1), Yokovina, Yoko Divina and Bianca (I am unsure of the ship name)

Stranger Things: Ronance (#1), Elmax, Steddie, Byler

Pitch Perfect: Bechloe (#1), Staubrey

Arcane: Caitvi

She-Ra: Catradora

Adventure Time: Bubbline

Hawkeye: Bishova

The Owl House: Lumity (#1), Raeda, Huntlow

Heartstopper: Nick and Charlie (#1), Tara and Darcy, Tao and Elle

The Harley Quinn Show: Harlivy

The 100: Clexa

Atypical: Cazzie

Orange is the New Black: Vauseman

Dickinson: Emisue

Glee: Brittana

Euphoria: Rulez

One Day at a Time: Sydlena

Shameless: Gallavich

13 Reasons Why: Hannah and Clay (though I prefer to talk about this show as a whole, more than focusing on a ship)

Other shows/movies I enjoy

Modern Family

The Big Bang Theory

Wentworth

Grey's Anatomy

Everything Sucks

I Am Not Okay With This

Sex Education

The Fear Street movies

Every movie with Jenna Ortega in it

The Edge of Seventeen

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About me

Hello, my name is August. You may refer to me as such. I am 18 years of age. I am Trans FTM/Trans Masc, as well as Omni. My pronouns are He/They. And I am autistic. The main Ship/Fandom I am in is Wenclair/Wednesday. My top three ships are Wenclair, Ronance and Bechloe. Most of my ships are Sapphic (This is not meant in a weird way, I just find them to be cute and they hold my interest.). Besides being delusional about my ships, I enjoy Reading (fanfiction and poetry), Writing (fanfiction and poetry as well) and Drawing (mainly 'horror' art) in my free time. As well as listening to music. My favorite musician is Billie Eilish. I have been a fan since the beginning. She means a lot to me. Anyhow, that is all I have about me for now. If you made it this far, thank you for taking the time to read this <3

Agian, if you have any questions about me or my fandoms or ships, please do not fear to ask. I will answer literally anything!

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Have a nice day, beautiful human 🖤

[srslythis-ismylife]

Out of Frame- BTS xReader TEASER

Director!ReaderxOT7 FilmProducer!ReaderxOT7 Dancer!ReaderxOT7 Choreographer!ReaderxOT7

“Run! Bangtan USAAAAAaaaa”, Jungkook yelled while lifting his arms like an airplane and running towards you and the camera.

“And cut!”, You yelled with a laugh as the cameraman hit the button and the recording light shut off. Turning your attention to the iPad in front of you to make sure that enough coverage was shot for today, you fail to notice that Jungkook continued to run past the camera, picking you up as you were scrolling through today’s shotlist.

“Jungkook!” you protested feeling embarrassed.

“Ah- ah…Jungkook what? Is there no respect?” Jungkook says while continuing to run you over to the rest of the boys.

You rolled your eyes, “Jungkook seunbaenim” you said.

“Ew! No thats so formal” he retorted while carrying you over to the other members

“We’re at work?” you question

“Yes, but we're also friends aren’t we? Like we call Bang PD Hyung”

“Yeah but if we were following formalities you’d be calling me PD-nim”, you chuckle while looking at Namjoon over Jungkook’s shoulder with a “help me” look in your eyes.

“She’s right this is unprofessional Jungkook, put PD-nim down!” Namjoon ordered the younger one.

“You didn't have an issue with being unprofessional last night…” Jungkook softly grumbled as he set you down in front of Jimin.

A smack immediately met him to the back of the head by Jin

“Thanks Hyung”, Namjoon said looking sheepishly at you.

Jimin immediately wrapped his arms around you, peeking over the shoulder at your iPad.

You sighed but accepted the hug as Jimin put his cheek on the top of your head and asked, “are we done for the day?”

“Yeah, THATS A WRAP FOR TODAY!” you yell as everyone erupts into cheers, including Jimin who lifts his arms up celebrating.

You quickly scuttle away trying to get away from your boys and taking a look at the schedule for Monday. Namjoon’s long legs quickly catch up to you as he falls into step beside you.

“Do you want to ride back to the hotel in the same car?”he eagerly questioned. You smiled down at your iPad still looking at the the 5am call time for Monday. You wanted to say yes but it was only your first month working as a producer and director for Run! BTS USA and you really did not want to raise any more red flags to the rest of the crew. Everyone knew you were friends with the boys beforehand, having been a choreographer and creative director in Korea, but as a female friend you really didn’t need anyone to call HR on your close friendship with the boys.

“I still have some stuff to sort out before heading back, you go ahead and I’ll see you later maybe ok?”

“ah-ok! Please don’t work to hard PD-nim” Namjoon says with a professional nod. But you can tell he’s a bit disappointed, you try your best to hide your smile at the fondness you have for this man as you remember where this all started.

1 year ago

You paced back and forth looking at your laptop screen, ignoring cafegoers stares as you as you try to get your creative ideas to coalesce. You had been trying to develop this pitch deck for hours and you just can’t find the right reference shots for a few slides. You continue to wrack your brain thinking of what else to type into your search engines to find something closer to the reference shots you want. You sigh and decide to give up on trying to find the perfect reference shot as you sit back down because one too many Koreans in the cafe were staring at you. You had been at the cafe since the morning working, emailing and taking meetings with crews for upcoming projects in pre-production, writing, and working on your pitches.

As you open up your iPad and begin shittily drawing the shot you’re envisioning you see a text from your friend pop up on you laptop screen “class at 6 still? Choreo after? Lmk now so I can book the studio”. You text her back that you’re still down as you begin to play the song you’re developing choreography to while you continue to try to draw the shot you want. You stand your iPad up next to your laptop looking at your shitty drawing before laughing and leaning back in your chair and closing your eyes. You let the music play and you let your body casually move thinking up ideas for your choreo session later, focusing on your arms as you were sitting down and trying not to draw attention to yourself as a brown foreigner in Korea.

A tap on your shoulder startles you as you open your eyes to see a man wearing a mask pointing at your screens. You quickly remove your headphones as you squint at the person speaking to you, feeling like they are familiar somehow. They are speaking in Korean.

You embarrassedly rattle off one of the only Korean phrases you know perfectly. “Sorry, what was that? I don’t speak Korean well.”

I’ve never done this before but I started writing this as a brain cleanse from everything else I’m writing pls lmk if you want me to keep writing I already have some more than this

[agentnico]

Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga (2024) review

I have now officially lost my IMAX vorjeneteee! First time experiencing a film in IMAX at the BFI theatre and holy Moses that’s one big screen! The perfect way to get immersed in Chris Hemsworth flexing his prosthetic nose!

Plot: Snatched from the Green Place of Many Mothers, young Furiosa falls into the hands of a great biker horde led by the warlord Dementus. Sweeping through the Wasteland, they come across the Citadel, presided over by the Immortan Joe. As the two tyrants fight for dominance, Furiosa soon finds herself in a nonstop battle to make her way home.

Mad Max: Fury Road is easily one of the most spectacular action films of the 21st century. Shame that back when it came out in cinemas I opted to go see Pitch Perfect 2 instead. Look, my film tastes back then we’re not as refined nor was I so cultured in…..okay yeah, my film taste was crap. I opted to go watch some youngsters sing acapella instead of witnessing Tom Hardy and Charlize Theron wanting to literally kill one another for 2 hours in glorious form. I’ve of course since fixed my ways and discovered and appreciated Fury Road for what it was. The maddening chaotic post-apocalyptic world built from the mind of George Miller, the visuals are truly impressive, especially due to 80% of it being actual practical effects, so seeing the cars flying about left and right and characters defying physics, with Junkie XL’s energetic score and so many cool characters throughout - it’s pure awesomeness. The only weakness really is that there’s hardly a plot. Like half of the movie is a chase and the other half is a race. Essentially if you boil it down to the basics. Not much narrative substance so to speak.

Luckily Furiosa ends up being that kind of prequel/spin-off that actually enhances and improves on the Fury Road experience. There’s so much more story in Furiosa, but not only does it focus on its titular heroes, but it also fleshes out the villains from the original film as well as featuring set pieces that would be highly recognisable to the Mad Max fans. I’m not even simply referring to Fury Road here. There’s a few Easter Eggs that fall reference to the 2015 Mad Max game, which by the way is a highly entertaining play through and a very unique open-world game that doesn’t get enough love. So naturally I was pleased to see a lot of material from that game being made canon now, from the appearances of characters like Scaborus Scrotus and Chumbucket to the film debut of the Gastown location, which is only referenced in Fury Road but has been brought to life in the game. And now we get to see it in full glory in film form. Right, I’m not an obsessive video game or anything but I did have a little fanboy excitement seep through during this film.

The movie solely relied on dialogue focused on world-building, and the villain of Chris Hemsworth’s character, Dementus, was better than I’d expected. Honestly from the trailers I was afraid if he was going to be too cartoony, and also I’m still recovering from whatever the fudge Thor: Love & Thunder was, however the way Hemsworth mixes in the humor he’s known for with his rage and wit was a welcome sight. He’s still a dangerous character, standing up to Immortan Joe as well as destroying Furiosa’s childhood and leaving her with nothing but vengeance. Honestly not going to lie, this may be Hemsworth’s best performance ever. Truly with this and Bad Times at the El Royale Chris Hemsworth truly proves that he’s a fantastic actor when it comes to playing antagonists. He’s highly entertaining but also leaves a lasting impression as a truly sadistic character. Anya Taylor-Joy as Furiosa was alright, however not going to lie, I do feel the movie missed a trick by not bringing back Theron. Chances are Theron probably did not want to come back after having a terrible time filming Fury Road, but she was so powerful as that character, and with Taylor-Joy she simply didn’t reach that same level of intensity and anger expected from the character. I did enjoy her interactions with Tom Burke though. The way the two immediately worked together to fend off the raiders on the War Rig was reminiscent of the way Theron and Tom Hardy did in Fury Road, doing its predecessor justice. Burke played the role perfectly and their goals and motivations were rightly aligned with each other, eventually falling in love with one another, which gave Furiosa even more motivation on her hell-bent journey of enacting revenge on Dementus. Again, there’s so much story in this story, and it filled a lot of gaps in the Mad Max lore.

Though I thoroughly enjoyed the plot, dialogue, characters and set pieces, the main issue I had was the movie’s misuse of color-grading and CGI. While Fury Road set the standard for practical effects with minimal uses of CGI, making scenes come to life through real explosions and harsh red color-grading, Furiosa suffered from lack of both. The color-grading was too clean for me as it relied on softer colors, a downgrade from its predecessor eight years ago, and there were more moments that I could see the CGI at work — and it wasn’t done well. In fact at times the backgrounds of scenes looked so fake it was jarring and really broke the immersion. Again, I was watching this on the giant IMAX screen, so the level of detail was both great in enjoying most of the film, but also made the weaker visuals stick out like a sore thumb. Also Junkie XL’s Fury Road score is a true orchestral masterpiece. The levels of epicness it reaches is superb, so I was highly disappointed with what he did this time around. Aside from a couple of moments, the music score is an uninspired collection of booms and drum beats that left zero emotion.

Furiosa is a fantastic cinematic experience and is the second time this year where a desert setting makes for a superb film. Chris Hemsworth is the stand out and the story is rich in depth and scale, even if it does end up a bit too bloated. It does falter in the technical side with the obvious CGI and the weaker music score, bit overall this makes me want to see Miller continue making these Mad Max flicks, though judging by the box office results that may now be a pie dream. But let’s enjoy what we have - lady and gentlemens, start your engines!

Overall score: 8/10