#put that thing back where it came from or so help me

[lynnieverse]

like real people do // drew starkey

oneshot

drew stakery x popstar!reader

synopsis: after a little slip up in an interview where you accidentally reveal your celebrity crush, things get a little complicated when someone starts meddling.

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You knew doing the interview was going to bite you in the ass. Nothing good ever came from distracting you with puppies and asking personal questions. So, when the interviewer innocently asked your celebrity crush, you didn’t hesitate to say Drew Starkey. It didn’t hit you until afterward, sitting in the back of your car, debriefing with your assistant. 

“I can’t believe you said your celebrity crush though,” she said, eyebrows raised. Your heart stutters a bit and you quickly whip your head towards her. 

“No I didn’t.” 

“Um…yeah, you did.” Panic spiked through your veins, sweat beading on your brow. 

“Oh shit. Oh shit! Amara, tell me I didn’t say who I’m thinking of,” you grip her arm tightly, eyes pleading. Amara winces and looks at you with what could only be pity. “No!” 

Madelyn was going to kill you. 

You met Madelyn Cline a few months ago at the People’s Choice Awards when you were presenting. You’d instantly clicked and made plans to hang out the next week. Everything was going really great, and you were doing a good job at keeping your little crush a secret. Now, it’ll come out, be circulated everywhere online, and Madelyn’s going to think you’re some crazy stalker. How would she react to you having a crush on her co-star? Definitely not well. 

Amara places a comforting hand on your shoulder, smiling sympathetically. “It’s okay, Y/N, it’s just a silly interview. Nobody will take it seriously.” 

“Everyone will take it seriously! I don’t know why I started fraternizing with actors, I need to stick to my lane.” 

“Hey, why don’t you write a song about it? It might help.” You thought about it for a moment, feeling the familiar bubble of lyrics tickling the back of your mind. Writing always helps you calm down, maybe putting the feelings on paper would make them go away. 

As the car stopped in front of your hotel, flashes from the paparazzi’s cameras were bright even through the tinted windows. You sigh and grab a jacket, wrapping it around your head like a shield, and wait for security to open the door. You ignore the loud shouting as you dash inside, closely followed by Amara and the rest of the crew. Inside isn’t much better, but at least the other guests have the decency to leave you alone for now. 

You sometimes feel bad, often making it up later by signing a bunch of autographs outside, but right now you’re exhausted and embarrassed. The interview threw off your whole day, and you just want to lay in bed and watch trashy reality television. 

Your security escorts you to the elevator, and then does a sweep of your room before eventually leaving. Finally alone, you put on your rattiest and comfiest pajamas, take off all your makeup, and throw your hair up before jumping in bed. You reach for the remote to start your aforementioned binge, but hesitate over the little purple notebook you carry everywhere. Sighing, you know you won’t be able to relax without getting it all out. You dig through your bag and find a glittery pink pen, uncapping it with your teeth and getting to work. 

You’ve never met Drew, not once, but something about him just had you giggling like a schoolgirl. Witnessing his kindness through your constant internet stalking quickly proved to be a bad idea, because now you have a big fat crush on the man and he doesn’t even know you exist. 

Well that’s not true. Everyone knows you exist, but he would never think of you that way. Dating as a popular musician was not as easy as one might think, it’s often too much for people. The words start flowing with ease, filling up the cream pages in no time. 

Gleaming

Twinkling

Eyes like sinking ships

On waters so inviting

I almost jump in

His eyes really are beautiful. So blue, so warm. But the feelings you have aren’t logical, and they’re so exhausting. 

But I don't like a gold rush, gold rush

I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush

I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch

Everybody wants you

Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you

He’s the internet's boyfriend right now, edits flying around like crazy. You know dozens of people back home who are definitely salivating over this man. Something about him…you can’t put your finger on it. 

What must it be like

To grow up that beautiful?

With your hair falling into place like dominos

Every silly thought you’d ever had poured out onto the page. By the time you were finished you knew it was a hit. Grabbing your guitar you make a split second decision to tease your fans a bit. Unlocking your phone, you quickly open Instagram and go live before you can stop yourself. Your face pops up on the screen, thousands of people already in and commenting. 

“Hey guys! I just finished a new song and wanted to play a little for you if that’s alright?” You smirk, knowing the answer already. Of course, everyone starts freaking out and flooding the comments with different affirmations and emojis. You laugh, loving every second of it, before strumming the beginning chords on your guitar. 

As you start singing you let your eyes close, feeling each note in your soul, pressing every callus on your worn fingertips. The pacing is a little rough, still getting the hang of the new melody, but you know as soon as you finish that you killed it. So many fans are expressing their love for the song, already asking for it to be out on streaming platforms. Others are curious as to who your muse is, throwing out the wildest guesses you’d ever seen. 

“Chace Crawford?!” you exclaim, face contorted in surprise. “Y’all have a distorted sense of my ability to pull these men,” you laugh in disbelief. Your heart skips a beat when a couple comments actually guess correctly, but don’t react, knowing every single microexpression is analyzed. 

“Alright guys, I think I’m going to eat myself into a sugar coma while watching Love Island, but thank you for listening! I’m glad you enjoyed the song,” you wink to the camera before waving and closing the app. Covering your face with your hands, you fall backwards on the bed, letting your guitar rest beside you. You don’t even want to check social media, already knowing screen recordings of the live will be everywhere. 

Sometimes it’s crazy to think this many people care about your day to day life. The art you create touches lives across the globe. It’s both amazing and terrifying at the same time. 

Not wanting to start an existential crisis on a random Tuesday night, you quickly turn on your show and cuddle up under the duvet. 

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By the weekend the interview was everywhere. You’ve stayed out of it, going pretty much radio silent in response. Many are asking if you’re secretly dating, if you were going to write a song for the new season of Outer Banks, if Drew felt the same way…it’s insane. 

You’d purposely put off talking to Madelyn out of sheer embarrassment. That man was like her brother and you admitted to liking him. Still, it’s time to address the issue head on, so you dial her number shakily. The phone rings three times before she answers, a sweet greeting sounding through the speakers. 

“Y/N?” You clear your throat, reluctant to speak. 

“Hey…” You wince at how rough your voice sounds, facepalming at your own awkwardness. 

“What’s up, girl?” Madelyn sounds normal, but you know she has to be weirded out by you. 

“Um, nothing much, just wanted to talk to you about something I may have said recently.” 

“Is this about the puppy interview?” 

“Yes?” Your voice comes out squeaky, nose scrunched. But Madelyn just starts laughing. You stare at your phone in confusion. What the hell?

“I can’t believe you finally admitted it, and during an interview? That was ballsy as hell!” You slowly start to regain your breath, brain processing her words. 

“You’re not mad?” 

“Why would I be mad?” she snorts.

“I didn’t want you to think I was using you to get to him.”

“Are you?” 

“No! Of course not!” 

“Okay then, there’s no problem.” A breath of relief escapes, and you put a hand on your chest. She’s not mad. 

“Thank you so much for understanding, I really love our friendship.” 

“Me too,” Mads says sincerely. “Now we just have to figure out how to get you two together!” 

Your eyes widen. “What? Absolutely not. This was not an invitation for you to play matchmaker, Mads.”

“Aw man, why not? I could literally get you both in the same room tonight.” Your heart starts beating out of your chest, feeling more anxiety talking about this than being on any stage.

“He’s probably seen the interview by now, it’s so embarrassing!” 

“It’s not embarrassing, Y/N. You’re attracted to the man, it’s not that crazy of a concept! Just give me a chance, please?” 

“Nope. I don’t want to bother him or weird him out. Let’s just do something me and you; are you in L.A.?” 

“Ugh, fine. Yes I’m here, just come over whenever.” You can feel her annoyance across the line, but ignore it. You’re not going to let her meddle. 

“See you then!” Mads ends the call, sending you back into your shame spiral. Every little thing you do is always picked apart and ridiculed in the media, and you’re usually a lot more careful with what you say. The interview slip up is going to keep you up at night for the rest of your life. 

Hours pass waiting for the appropriate time to head over to Madelyn’s house. You decide to dress comfortably, but have your makeup done on the off chance pictures are taken. The drive over is quiet, save for the initial crowd outside your house. How it’s legal for celebrities' addresses to be available on the internet, is something you’ll never understand. 

When you pull up you notice a Jeep in her driveway and shake your head. That girl is always spending money. Your phone pings with yet another Twitter update and you roll your eyes. How can this be the most popular thing in the world right now? You glance at the notification and see it’s Drew’s name that’s trending. Huh. Interesting. 

You decide to follow your instincts and ignore it, wanting to focus on girls night with Mads. As you approach the porch you find yourself nervous; even though she wasn’t mad, you still feel bad for causing such an uproar around her co-star. 

Three knocks later you're waiting outside her front door in anticipation. You find yourself shifting from foot to foot, tracing the cracks in the stonework with your eyes. When the door opens you look up with a smile, expecting Madelyn’s smiling face, only to be met with the very man that had haunted you the past week. You gasp, words catching in your throat as you stare. 

Drew was wearing a black T-shirt and grey sweatpants, his hair looked freshly cut into a soft mullet, and he looked just as surprised as you do. You can’t seem to close your gaping mouth, a pained sound escaping without realizing. 

“Uh, hi,” Drew says sheepishly, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. Eyes wide, you turn on your heel and speed walk away, leaving him alone in the doorway. You’re fumbling with your keys, cursing under your breath, when you hear a shout from behind you. 

“Y/N!” 

You almost make it inside your car when an iron grip latches onto your upper arm, yanking you back. 

“Hey!” you protest, almost losing your balance as you’re dragged back to Mads’ house. 

“Oh no you don’t, you’re not getting away that easily.” 

“Madelyn Renee Cline, let me go!” You struggle against her grip, but only cause her nails to dig in deeper. 

“You’re not leaving, Y/N, I won’t let you.” She finally stops when you’re once again at the door, but she doesn’t let go. Drew must’ve gone back inside, thank God, but Madelyn is glaring at you. 

“Don’t look at me like that! How could you do this to me?” You give her your most withering look. She rolls her eyes at you, only pissing you off more. 

“Just talk to him. I promise he doesn’t think you’re weird, or whatever you’ve concocted.”

“Well he might now!” 

“That’s your own fault, I can’t believe you ran away,” she snickers, pulling you inside and closing the door. When she finally lets go of your arm, you rub the crescent indentions with a wince. The girl has some nails. 

“Fine. Let’s go.” Mads looks taken aback, freezing in place. 

“Really?!” You give her a pointed look. “Right, be cool. Okay come on follow me, he went back to the living room.” Reluctantly, you do just that, trailing closely behind her. You’re a ball of nerves, and can already feel your stomach twisting to knots. 

Madelyn was right, he was lounging on the couch, absentmindedly scrolling on his phone. When he hears you two approach, his head shoots up and his back immediately straightens.

“Everything okay?” he asks, voice smooth and melodic. Your cheeks warm, and you avoid eye contact as much as possible. 

“Um, yeah. I just–you know.” You jab your thumb back awkwardly, not even you know what you’re trying to say. But Drew cracks a smile, looking at you fondly and nodding along, as if you make perfect sense. 

Madelyn’s eyes flit between you with a wide smile on her face. Not knowing what else to do, you sit down on the couch, as far away from him as possible, and stare straight ahead. Silence ensues, and you have absolutely no idea what to do in this situation. Thankfully, Madelyn breaks the silence. 

“So…want to watch a movie?” 

“Yes!” You and Drew speak at the same time, causing you to stare at each other shyly. Madelyn smirks and comes around the couch, forcefully sitting between you and the arm rest. You shoot her a what the fuck look and she simply shrugs. 

“I like the armrest! Scooch.” Begrudgingly, you inch closer to Drew, who pretends not to notice the entire exchange. As soon as you're settled you sit pin straight, not wanting to breach the confines of your cushion. Drew’s left ankle is resting comfortably on his knee, arm thrown over the side of the couch in what seems to be a very relaxing position. Mads rolls her eyes and pulls out an ottoman, giving you something to stretch your feet out on so you can lean back. 

It takes forever to pick a movie, suspiciously so, but it’s Madelyn’s house and you’re not going to say anything. Once she finally picks Avatar, she dims the lights from her phone and the three of you settle in for what’s going to be a weird couple hours. 

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Everything was going fine, until suddenly Madelyn got tired at nine and decided to go to bed…leaving you and Drew alone. You mentally cursed your friend for putting you in this position, obviously not listening to the blanket “no matchmaking” statement from before. 

You glance at him from the corner of your eye and find him already looking at you. He quickly looked away and started tapping his fingers on his knee nervously. The movie had long since been forgotten and no words had been exchanged. 

“So…” you manage, turning to face him slowly. He smiles at you, running a hand through his hair and making his bicep flex. Your stomach does a little flip flop and your face reddens at where your mind went. Drew smirks like he knows exactly what just happened, but doesn’t comment. 

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.” His voice, oh my God. “I’m Drew, it’s nice to meet you.” He holds out his hand to shake, and you clumsily take it, feeling the warmth envelop your palm immediately. 

“I’m Y/N, it’s nice to meet you too,” you smile, swallowing the anxiety. 

“I’m a fan of your work, actually, you’re really good.” 

Your eyes almost bulge out of your head. “You listen to my songs?” Drew laughs and shakes his head, shooting you a look you don’t quite understand. 

“Are you being serious?” he leans forward a bit, surprise evident on his face. You scrunch your eyebrows, tilting your head to the side. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You’re easily the most popular musician of our generation and you don’t think I listen to your music?” You find yourself blushing, and a little flustered. 

“Well, I wouldn’t say the most popular…I have quite a few fans, sure, but not everyone vibes with all types of music. I don’t really know what you listen to, and I didn't want to assume anything.” Drew looks you up and down, seeming to size you up. 

“You’re not at all what I expected, Y/N Y/L/N.” 

“And what did you expect, Drew Starkey?” 

“Well, I don’t know to be honest, but you’re surprisingly humble for someone as successful as you.” You had actually gotten that a lot, although you didn’t think it was being humble so much as being a decent person. You’re still just the girl who grew up in a perfectly normal town, with normal loving parents and a wonderful home. Just because you make popular music doesn’t mean you’ve changed at all. Plus, you know it could all go away with the snap of your fingers. 

“I don’t know what to say, I’m just like everyone else,” you shrug. 

“I beg to differ. You’re…extraordinary. You have to know that?” There goes that damn stomach flip again. 

“Thank you,” you look down at your lap. “I could say the same for you. I love your projects.” His eyes light up at the mention of his work, making you smile in turn. 

“Thank you! I love everything I’ve been a part of, especially OBX. I met my second family on that set, you know?” You didn’t know, actually. Being on the road all the time meant limited options for friendships, and no time for the ones you did manage to keep. Mads is the first girlfriend other than Amara–who you employ–you’ve had in years. 

“Yeah, I love Mads already. I can’t imagine how fun it must be getting to work with your best friends every day…” your voice trails off. Drew seems to notice your shift in mood and decides to change the subject. 

“Hey, why don’t you play me something?” 

You immediately freeze. “What?” Drew smiles and stands up, searching for something. He disappears in the hallway before emerging a minute later with a beautiful acoustic guitar in his hands. You immediately feel a pull to grab it and start playing, but are still confused. 

“Here,” he hands it to you. “I want you to play me something…something nobody has heard yet.” You immediately start racking your brain and decide to take a leap and play something that could get you in trouble. 

“Um…okay. This is something I was actually working on today. It’s not finished but I can play a little.” You nervously pick up the guitar, but immediately relax when you feel the rough strings beneath your fingers. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and try to forget the gorgeous man in front of you. 

In the middle of the night, when I'm in this dream

It's like a million little stars spelling out your name

You gotta come on, come on

Say that we'll be together

Come on, come on

Little taste of heaven

You manage to take a peek at him while you strum, catching him totally entranced by the sound of your voice. A little confidence boost flows through you as you continue the song. 

But you're untouchable, burning brighter than the sun

And now that you're close I feel like coming undone

In the middle of the night, we can form this dream

I wanna feel you by my side, standing next to me

You gotta come on, come on

Say that we'll be together

Come on, come on

Little taste of heaven

You strum a few more chords before stopping, silently waiting for his reaction. He’s staring at you, mouth parted slightly. 

“Another,” he whispers. Surprised, you do what he asks, pulling another unfinished song from the vault in your mind. This one wasn’t about him, not like the last one, but it still applies. 

I will not ask you where you came from

I will not ask you, neither should you

Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips

We should just kiss like real people do

You hum for a little longer, this song actually being one of your favorites. Drew is starstruck, an unknown look on his face the whole time. He seems to snap out of it and clears his throat. 

“Wow, Y/N. You’re amazing…those were amazing. Were they about anyone in particular?” You internally panic, because duh. But you don’t want to weird him out. 

“Um, the first one was,” you whisper, avoiding eye contact. You feel the couch move, and look up to find Drew right beside you. His leg was flush with yours, and he was so close you could see each and every freckle splashed across his cheeks. You also notice his eyes crinkle at the corners slightly when he smiles. 

“Can I confess something?” he says softly. You don’t trust your voice, so you nod once. “I saw your interview.” Immediately, the embarrassment causes your face to turn into a tomato. 

“Uh–about that…I–” You don’t really have an explanation, but you scramble for one anyway. Drew chuckles and grabs your hand, effectively stopping your rambling and making you redder at the same time. 

“Y/N you don’t have to be embarrassed. Did you see my interview?” What interview?

“No? I didn’t know you did one. Should I have?” He squeezes your hand gently and his eyes bore into yours. 

“It would’ve made this a lot easier,” he jokes. “They asked for my response to being your celebrity crush.” Fuck. 

“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause drama for you.” 

“You didn’t, I promise. But do you know what my response was?” You shake your head. He hesitates for a moment before grinning, almost shy. “I said that’s a crazy coincidence because you’re my celebrity crush.” Hold the fucking phone, did he just say what you think he said?

“What?” 

“I think you’re beautiful, talented, kind, and I’ve always wanted to spend time with you. I didn’t think it was even in my realm of possibilities. Then you befriended Mads, and I thought maybe I had a chance…” Your brain must be short circuiting, because no way in hell Drew Starkey just said the feelings are mutual.

“Oh,” is all you can manage.

“Oh? That’s it?” he smiles, intertwining your fingers. 

“I’m honestly so surprised right now, I don’t know what to say.” 

“Say you don’t think I’m a weirdo.”

“I don’t think you’re a weirdo,” you shake your head. 

“Say you’ll go out with me?” his pitch rises with uncertainty, looking nervous for your response. 

“I will definitely go out with you.” Relief floods his features and he tugs you closer, pulling your legs on top of his. 

“That was terrifying,” he says, massaging your calf. 

“I still cannot believe this is happening right now,” you tell him honestly. 

He smirks, leaning in close. “Believe it, baby.” Your heart skips a beat, mind going blank momentarily. 

“I think I owe Mads a thank you,” you giggle. 

“Fuck that, I’m sending her a damn gift basket.” 

“You’re so right, she’s getting an album dedication from me,” you joke, causing Drew to poke you in the ribs. 

“Hey, no fair. She’s going to like that so much more!” he whines. You can already see yourself falling head over heels in love with this man, and that scares you more than anything. 

“Don’t hate the player, hate the game,” you hold your hands up in defense while Drew rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, let’s just watch another movie.” 

“Sounds like a plan!” you hear from behind the couch. The two of you immediately jump, scared out of your minds, until you realize it’s just Madelyn creeping in the hallway. 

“What the fuck?!” Drew yells, clutching his heart dramatically. 

“You were supposed to be asleep!” You cross your arms, glaring at your blonde counterpart. She sucks her teeth and shrugs, walking over and plopping down on the couch.

“What can I say, somebody had to get you two together.” You share a look with Drew, both of you simultaneously not surprised, but exasperated by her little games. 

“You’re insane,” Drew tells her, taking his spot back on the couch and throwing a pillow at her head.

“It worked didn’t it?” 

Yeah. You thought. It really did. 

[that-one-queen-nobody-knows]

And the thing nobody mentions with AI besides being plagiarized crap is....it scares the living hell outta me. Like this can't end well for humanity I'm sorry please "for the love of God put that thing back where it came from or so help me!."

ai has no fucking place in fandom. none whatsoever. even if you’re “just using it for feedback” or “just using it for prompts” or “just using it to help with writer’s block.” and if you’re using it for research? why on god’s green earth would you use the Lying Machine to do research???

all art, whether written work, paintings, drawings, anything, is a fundamentally human creation, and by using ai to create “art,” you are stripping the humanity from something inherently, intrinsically human

fanfiction and fanart and any kind of fan creation are borne out of a love of the original media and a passion for creation. there is no reason or need to supplement that passion and creation with gibberish from the Plagiarizing Machine

nobody expects perfection. it is the imperfections that make it beautiful, that make it raw and rich with humanity. this is a community that exists because of a shared love for something.it is built upon our own creations. ai generated content threatens its very foundations

[muqingslover]

[ you know it ladies, it's me, the virgin Caleb truther back at it again. I added a tag just this so you can find the posts easily under "virgin Caleb agenda" ;) ]

Let's talk about how messy Caleb is when he eats you out for the first time. His mouth moving in a way that's clumsy and almost awkward, unsure of what he is allowed or should do now that he's come this far. Was he supposed to use his fingers too? Well, he can safely assume he has to use his mouth to some extent but only god knows where he's supposed to actually put his tongue on...or in. Every woman is different, or so he's heard.

Oh but don't think he's anything if not eager because he has enthusiasm to spare. The only problem is that he doesn't know what feels good for you. He has his pride too sometimes and wouldn't want to ask for your help, not at first, so he can prove he is able to do something on his own too, but honestly? That is not happening, not this time at least.

By all means push this man down and take a seat on his face. Grab him by his hair, tight enough that he'll groan at his strands being tugged, and tell him to keep his tongue out and you'll take care of the rest. Having you manhandling him despite knowing he's stronger does things to his brain cock and god when you start to ride his mouth? He's died and gone to heaven.

His dazed eyes remain trained on you, taking in every and each moan that leaves your lips, while one of his hands pump his hard, leaking cock. You taste so damn good that he just can't stop himself from wanting more— His tongue darts out to push inside your little hole, relishing the sound of your gasp and feeling his confidence growing by the sight of you trembling in pleasure. Caleb absolutely loves when you use him, depend on him, need him, and gets off on the fact that he's the one making you let out those sweet sounds even if he's not in charge this time. He fucks your cunt with his wet muscle like a starved man, both spit and your juices dripping down his chin in a delicious mess that he couldn't be more proud of.

The clenching around his tongue makes him wish it was around his cock instead, oh how heavenly it would surely be to push himself into that warm, tight pussy of yours. Your hand tugged harder on his hair when you came, pressing yourself down and further into his mouth as your thighs tensed up around his head, unintentionally cutting off the man's air for a moment too long. When you realized you immediately tried to check on him, afraid you might've killed the man, only to feel Caleb shuddering and moaning against you like a bitch, finding him in a state of absolute ecstasy after lifting your hips off of him. His eyes glazed and his cheeks flushed a dark shade of red while he grinned, licking his drenched lips and feeling his own orgasm running through his quivering body.

"Please, do that again." Is all the man would say as he tried to catch his breath. He looked forward to the next thing he would learn about your body and maybe, just maybe, he also hoped that you would let him fuck you if he was an obedient, patient boy.

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

thoughts about mean stepdad!hotch who is polite to everyone other than you... lashing out angrily because it's the only thing that can stop him from bending u over and taking what he wants from u, filling u up with his hot cvm over and over again 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Stop Ignoring Me

Warnings: Smut, p in v sex, mean!stepdad!hotch (both consenting adults), mentions of oral sex (fem!recieving), mentions of Hotch masturbating and thinking of reader, reader gets bratty, I think that's it but let me know if I missed anything!

Word count: 850

Pairing: stepdad!hotch x fem!reader

A/n: Oh my god YESSSS. I got very carried away at some point when I was working on writing my thoughts out 😅. At some point it turned into a blurb so that is what I'll count it as. I hope you enjoy it 🫶. The writing may be a bit off because it was originally going to be a thoughts post but I am leaving it as is.

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @criminalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau @ssamorganhotchner @mrs-ssa-hotch @canuck-eh @luvehotch @callm3c0nfus3d @ivyflowers13

Hotch: @14buddy22 @pastanoodles11 @htchnr

For this post only: @queenofvelaris @itsneverlupus2

Let me know if you want to be added to my tags 🫶

*NSFW MDNI*

It is how he keeps you at a distance so that he doesn't rail you until you can't think anymore. You never understood why he was always so mean and cold to you but would turn around and be so nice with his voice so soft to everyone else. Sometimes you wonder what you did wrong to feel like he hated you so much. It made you sad. The one person you had eyes for would hardly even speak to you. He wouldn't look at you. But little did you know that if he did look at you that his eyes would wander, and he would end up hard in his slacks before leaving for the BAU every single morning.

And then there was one time you overheard him moaning in the room he shared with your mother. She was gone for that weekend, so it was easy to imagine what he was doing. You shouldn't have listened, but you did. And that's how you found out that he was fucking his fist to the thought of you. Your name falling from his lips sounded amazing, but it shocked you. Not only because he's your stepdad but he treats you like you barely even exist.

So, when you realise that he must be acting that way to keep you at a distance, you decide to try getting him to warm up to you. You do everything you can. You make him a drink when you know he will be home from a long case. You make him food sometimes. He loves how it tastes but he acts like it's just okay. You practically throw yourself at him multiple times, but he pretends that that's not what is happening and completely denies you any sliver of interest. When being over-the-top nice doesn't do anything to get that scowl off his face, you start to be a brat instead.

You start to be just as rude to him. You ignore him and you pretend that he's not there. You don't greet him like you used to whenever you saw him. You stop with making him any drinks or food. You act as disinterested in him as possible. He notices it immediately. And he does not like it. He liked the attention you would show him, but he knew he had to ignore you, or he wouldn't be able to help fucking you until you were screaming his name at the top of your lungs

It wasn't until you came home with so little clothing and smeared lipstick that he finally ended up breaking. He pulled you into his home office and asked where you had been looking like that. He asked if you were out fucking someone. You weren't, but clearly the show you had put on had worked. You smeared that lipstick yourself just to get this reaction from him.

"All this time I've tried so hard not to fuck you and fill you with cum. I've tried not to stare too long. I've held myself back from tasting you. You have no idea how many times I have thought about doing things to you, how many positions I've thought about taking you in. I can't decide which to start with. Any ideas?" His voice is so deep and dark and it makes your knees weak. You just stare at him with wide eyes. He chuckles and you think it sounds condescending. "I think I know where to start." And then he drags you over to his desk, clears it, and yanks your clothes off before bending you over it. He presses his crotch against your dripping heat and you can feel how painfully hard his is in his slacks that he has yet to change out of after work. You know that means he was doing paperwork as he waited for you to come home.

"You feel what you do to me? You're soaking wet. You like this? You knew exactly what you were doing, hm? Trying to piss me off enough to get me to fuck you?" All you can do is whine and nod.

"Wanted you to stop ignoring me." You manage to pout at him You can hear him undoing his slacks and you imagine him pulling his cock out. You feel his tip begin rubbing through your slit and then it's prodding at your entrance. He finally pushes into you completely without much warning. He feels big, but not too big. He doesn't give you any time to adjust before he starts pounding into your pussy with no mercy. He spends the rest of the evening fucking you over and over again. He is taking all of his pent-up frustration out from not being able to have you and he's not sure when he'll get to have you again. When he's not fucking you, he is eating you out until he gets hard again. By the time he's done with you, his cum is dripping down your thighs and you both know that you're ruined for any other person, and you know it will happen again at some point. Even if he tries to restrain himself like he had before.

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"THAT'S MY GOOD FUCKING GIRL"

SOOOO I wrote another story with Buck because I (need him to fuck me until I can't walk straight) love him so much

I wrote this for everyone, but specially for the people that (as me) have a thing for that freaking metal arm ikyk *wink wink*

I hope you like it!

WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT UNDER THE CUT

The soldier tried to get rid of the ropes that were tied around his wrists.

“Damn ropes,” he growled, trying to untie the strong knot that had been made around his wrists.

Then he heard them, several footsteps slowly approaching where he was.

“Shit,” he snorted as he listened to them. “I can hear you, you know?” he snorted. “If you want to be discreet, it would help if you didn't wear those fucking boots.” he shrugged. “But hey, if you're back to try to make me bleed, go ahead.” Suddenly the footsteps stopped, and Barnes listened, trying to guess if the intruder had left or was still in the house. “Hello?” he asked.

The footsteps started again, making you enter his field of vision. He watched you for a few moments with wide eyes, surprised by your presence.

“What…? You?” he asked, tilting his head in confusion. “How the hell…?” Where did you come from? How did you get in here?

-I climbed the wall –you said raising your hands- these new gloves Tony designed are the best, they stick like they were made of gum –you nodded towards the glasses hanging around your neck- you should let Stark take a look at them

-For your information, smartass, these glasses are older than you and I combined –he muttered- I use them to better focus on my objectives –he stared at you- but we're not talking about me, but about you –he said, turning the tables on you- What the fuck are you doing here? I told you not to follow me, that I wanted to work alone on this mission –he sighed tiredly- I hoped you would at least respect my decision, but of course you haven't because you barely respect yourself

-What the fuck did you say? –you questioned, looking at him with rage reflecting in your dark eyes-

-You heard me, fuck –the super-soldier growled- they could have killed you if they had seen you come in here –he muttered- it's not that I don't trust you, okay? You're an exceptional agent and Fury would agree with me –he explained- you know that he would have put us together if it weren't because… -he tilted his head- the people in this place are extremely dangerous, and not because they're armed to the teeth with pistols and semi-automatic weapons –he muttered- they're an illegal organization that has been trafficking drugs and scientific experiments for years. Do you understand? These guys are top 1 on the list of biggest motherfuckers in the world, even above Hydra

You watched him closely for a few moments, as he continued with his story

-Apparently, when I snuck into their headquarters a couple of months ago they were working on a new drug to introduce into the black market, which supposedly brainwashes people and forces them to experience feelings they don't want, which makes them either extremely vulnerable or turns them into cold, emotionless soldiers –he lowered his head- like I was

The sadness in his voice when he said that made you want to run out of there, travel back in time, grab all the Hydra motherfuckers who hurt him and kill them all again one by one slowly and agonizingly.

-That's why you came here alone- you finally realized, he nodded-

-Yes- he confirmed- this is something personal for me- he stated- and for the record, I was carrying out my role with absolute normality, until they knocked me out- he made a gesture with his head towards the ropes- then I woke up here, tied to a chair while they tortured me for I don't know how many hours

-Are you okay?- you asked trying to see his wrists from your position-

-Yes, I've been tortured before by people who were much better at it, so it's nothing- he assured you- listen to me, these people are not the type you can mess with- he continued explaining- especially when they have unidentified drugs up their sleeve- he murmured seriously- that's why you have to leave, right now- he ordered, fixing his gaze on your eyes-

-Leave? I've come to save you!

"You, saving me?" you exclaimed, making an amused smile appear on his lips.

"You, saving me?" he questioned as if it seemed to him the craziest thing he had ever heard in his life. "Please, you saving me?" he snorted, very self-satisfied. "I can untie myself and get up from this chair whenever I want," he murmured. "Just because I have a couple of bruises doesn't mean I'm useless, okay?" he took a deep breath. "I have everything under control, just…" he swallowed slowly. "Go away before they hurt you," he whispered. "I need to know that you're safe."

The sparkle in his green eyes was enough for you to realize that he was serious. Even if what he was saying was true (and probably the most sensible option), you refused to listen to him.

-I'm not going to leave you here, I don't care what you say to me - you declared firmly, he let out a curse under his breath -

-Fuck, you're so stubborn - he complained, staring at you again -

-Look who's talking, the most stubborn one in the place - he frowned-

-I'm not stubborn! –Barnes exclaimed- I just know when my teammates can handle missions and when they can't, and you can't handle this one –he decreed- so you have to leave before they come back

At that moment Bucky felt a sharp pain in his neck, which made him turn his head as if he had been punched. Worried, you approached him without actually touching him.

-What happened to you? Are you okay? –you asked trying to find his eyes with your gaze-

-Fuck! –he growled, shaking his head from side to side, as if he was trying to wake up from a nightmare- I felt like something was poking me in the neck –he said, tilting his head- Do you see anything?

-Yes –you affirmed pointing at his skin with your index finger- they stuck a dart in you

-A dart? -he questioned while looking at the windows of the adjacent buildings- And where the hell did it come from? -his eyes focused on a fixed point outside- Look there, on the beams! -he pointed to the exact spot with his head- you have to get out of here, go away- he ordered hastily- you have to go before they know you're here… -you saw how his eyes began to close, whatever they had injected him with must have been powerful enough to knock him out- just… run… -he said before fainting-

Several hours later, the super-soldier came to. He slowly raised his gaze, causing a slight dizziness to suddenly come over him.

-Shit… my head… -he complained, looking around the room, which he didn't recognize- Where am I? -he asked himself out loud- What the hell…?

Then he saw you, stationed at the entrance of the room in a simple T-shirt and pants outfit.

-Oh, hello –he greeted, looking at you a little more attentively than he should have- it's you again –he observed- wait… I… I thought I told you to go away –he frowned, looking at the walls for a moment- wait a second, where are we?

-In my apartment –you answered-

-Your apartment? –he asked- How did we get here? We were in… –he looked at himself for a moment- Where the fuck are my clothes? What the hell happened?

-I got rid of the group that was outside your building –you explained calmly- then I brought you here

-Wait, wait –he stopped you- Did you kill all those men when I passed out? –you nodded- What happened to the leader?

-He was the only one I didn't kill - you confessed, holding his gaze - they put him in police custody awaiting trial - you explained - I assume that Fury is pulling the strings so that the case becomes Shield's matter and thus transfer the prisoner to the Raft as soon as possible

He stared at you, thinking what he should say next.

-I suppose I underestimated you - he said very slowly - and how did you manage to drag me here by yourself? Didn't I weigh much? - he questioned -

-Not really - you crossed your arms - I have lifted weights that weigh more than you, sergeant

A hoarse laugh came from between his lips, making you shudder. If only you knew how much it affected him when you called him that…

-You're lying –he whispered- I'm sure you had help –he laughed- you're not exactly Hawkeye, honey- he smiled- come on, you're smaller than me –he said pointing out the obvious- but… thanks –he said, making you nod your head as you assimilated that he had thanked you for saving his life, it was always good to hear it- and… Why did you bring me to your apartment? –he asked- Why not to the headquarters?

You stayed silent and he scrutinized your face for a few moments before finding the answer himself

-Oh, I see –he whispered- you would be in trouble if you had taken me there, because you weren't supposed to help me –he focused his gaze on you- Did Fury order you not to come after me?

-It could be - you answered in a small voice, he clicked his tongue-

-I knew it - he muttered angrily - I told you not to get involved in this, and you did it anyway - he snorted - God, you are so stubborn… - he complained - Do you know how dangerous those darts can be?

-No, I don't know, just like you - you said - so stop pretending you know what all this is about, because you don't

-Whatever you say, princess - he snorted, looking away at the wall beside him -

-No, I listened to you, so now YOU are going to listen to ME - you ordered, making the soldier focus all his attention on you again - when I brought you here, all by myself for your information, I thought you were dead - you said - your pulse was very weak and you were barely breathing. Do you understand? - you questioned, looking him straight in the eyes- I've been alone all my life and I've never felt as lonely as when I left your body on the tiles in my kitchen

-Technically I've been dead twice - he intervened delicately- but… thanks for stitching up my wounds - he looked at his chest and arms- from what I see you've done an excellent job - he took a deep breath- I should go and return to the barracks

-No

-No? - he questioned raising an eyebrow- Are you telling me what to do? - he asked, as if he hadn't heard you well- look, I appreciate your concern and all, but I really have to go

He stood up and walked towards the door, but you ran towards it and locked it before he got there.

You turned around to observe his imposing figure in the middle of the hallway, his metal arm sending out small flashes due to the moonlight that entered through the apartment windows.

-Have you really locked the door? –he questioned pointing out the obvious- Is this another hostage situation that I should be worried about? –he asked, sketching an amused smile-

The expression on your face and your body posture made it clear to him that you weren't going to let him go, so he raised his hands on both sides of his body in a gesture of defeat.

-Okay, okay - he gave in - but at least give me back my shirt - he asked kindly - at least you left my pants on, so thanks for that - he whispered ironically -

A loud sound reached Bucky's ears, who quickly became alert, looking both ways frantically.

-What the fuck is that? - he asked alarmed -

-It's the kettle - you said slowly - calm down, everything's okay

-Shit, sorry… - he whispered - it's just that… well… you know, my PTSD from being… - he swallowed hard, you had never seen him more vulnerable than at that moment - the Winter Soldier implies panic at loud sounds - he said - so I… I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you

-I'm the one who should apologize - you retorted - I had no idea

-It's okay, you didn't have to know - he murmured kindly - You headed towards the living room. He followed you. A pile of clean clothes rested on the soft surface.

“This is for you,” you said timidly before picking up the bottle with the pills, “and this too,” you whispered, “is for the headache.”

An amused smile appeared on his lips.

“Will you make me some tea and offer me some new clothes?” he observed. “I appreciate it, but don't think that by doing this I'm going to forget the fact that you stayed when I told you to leave, but… thank you,” he said again, this was the third time.

You sat down on the couch and poured the tea. He took a sip before leaving the cup on the table.

-It's good - he said before taking a couple of pills - and these should take effect soon - he observed before looking at you firmly - I appreciate all this, but we would not have ended up in this situation if you had done what I told you to do - he explained - we have been lucky, because if not this could have ended in a very different way

-I know - you murmured, getting up to pick up your cup -

-I know you know - he affirmed -

He observed you for a moment, before speaking more softly than before.

-You are acting as if I were about to yell at you - he explained - Are you really not afraid of me?

-No - you answered calmly - Are you angry?

-No, I am a little disappointed in you for not taking your safety seriously - he confessed - but I am not angry - he smiled - but Fury will be… furious - he paused for a moment - if he finds out

-Are you going to threaten him? - you asked curiously-

-I won't, if you do it you're doing something for me - he said - never ever follow me on a mission as dangerous as this unless I ask you to, do you understand me? You are a very important asset for Shield, and that's why you are under my protection - he reminded you - I can't let you get hurt or killed - he said - it's not that I don't trust you, it's that keeping you safe is part of my job, not letting you get into things you're not ready for - he added - believe me, I had to deal with this type of situations a lot with Steve - he smiled remembering it - so, that would be all basically - he finished -

-Is that all? - you asked, he frowned -

-Is that all? - he repeated - And what…? - then he noticed your neck and your arms for the first time since he woke up from his slumber, now with the light he could see you clearly - What is that? -he questioned, staring at you-

-What?

-That, on your neck –he asked- Is it a bandage? Because it's in the same area where I… -his voice faded, as he looked into your eyes- little liar –he whispered, sending a shiver through your body- Did they manage to hit you with one of those darts too?

He remained silent, waiting for you to confess, but since you didn't, he spoke again

-I asked you a question, and I'm waiting for an answer. Did they shoot you?

-Yes –you muttered under your breath, he cursed-

-Shit –he complained- I told you not to follow me. This is the main reason why I told you not to –he snorted-

-Calm down –you asked, he looked at you firmly- -Calm down? -he asked- they shot darts at us with a substance that we don't know what it is- he reminded you- we could die right now and no one… -he stopped- shit, I'm fine- he reassured you- just a little dizzy- he said- it's because you're too close

You hadn't realized, but as you talked you had gotten closer to him, just like he to you.

-Do you want me to go? -you asked, he shook his head negatively-

-No, just… get away a little -he whispered- I'm sorry, but I can't seem to concentrate well right now-

-It happens to me too -you confessed alternating your gaze from his eyes to his mouth-

-Shit -he cursed again- I think there was something in that drug those bastards shot at us -he explained- I don't know what it could be but I feel weird -he whispered- I feel like my heart is racing every few minutes more than normal, and it definitely doesn't help that you're there, existing like a strong ray of sunlight hitting me directly in the face -he said making you blush-

-I think this drug could be an aphrodisiac or something like that -the soldier murmured- that would explain why… -he paused for a moment- no, no, no t-this is w-wrong -he stammered- I-I have to g-go-

You placed your hands on his chest silencing him immediately. You felt his strong muscles moving under his skin.

“Your hands… are warm on my skin,” he whispered, gently raising his metal hand to your face.

Automatically, all the thoughts you had about him and that hand and what he could do to you with it made your face heat up.

“You're blushing.”

“It's not true.”

“Yes it is,” he laughed, amused that you tried to hide it. “You…? Do you really like my metal arm?” he asked, raising the corner of his lips in a half-smile. “I mean… it's usually unpleasant for women.”

“Not for me,” you confessed, feeling like your face was about to explode.

“Oh, I see,” he whispered, “you love it, right?” he asked. “Shit, is that the drug talking, or…?”

“No,” you answered faster than you wanted. “I've been watching you for a while.”

That WAS because of the drug. I mean, it was true, but if you hadn't been on some kind of psychotropic drug (which you were) you would never have admitted that out loud, much less in front of him.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, making your heart skip a few beats, "especially so close," he sighed, "when I can admire everything about you," he whispered as he snuck his fingers under the waistband of your pants little by little before beginning to rub his fingers over your clothed center. "Is it okay?" he asked, you nodded. "More?" he questioned, reading the expression on your face.

Once again you nodded, making him let out a hoarse laugh that made you tense up deliciously.

"Only if you ask me nicely…" he murmured, stopping his movements, making you let out a gasp of surprise, he smiled.

"Please Bucky, can you…?" -You didn't have time to finish the sentence, since he had resumed his movements, which made you hold on to his broad shoulders to avoid collapsing-

-So obedient… -he murmured, watching you closely- I definitely didn't expect that from someone as stubborn as you- he laughed- shit- he growled- tell me to stop right now if you don't want me to kiss you- he said, staring into your eyes-

-I don't want you to stop- you repeated, swallowing hard, seeing the intense shine in his green eyes-

-Give me those lips then- he growled as he closed the distance that separated you to kiss you-

His lips moved needily against yours, making you gasp into his mouth. His beard tickled you, but you didn't care.

Not when he was kissing you like that, as if the air in his own lungs wasn't necessary to live, that he also needed the air in yours.

-This –kiss- is a –kiss- very bad idea –he murmured between kisses- you know that right? –he questioned- we should –kiss- stop –another kiss-

You watched each other for a moment, understanding each other without needing to speak, until he said:

-Fuck, I don't want to stop either –he panted kissing your neck and taking off your shirt and bra to leave kisses between needy and sweet on your chest- My God, every part of you is perfect –he whispered sliding his lips over your skin-

Little by little he placed you on your back against the couch without stopping kissing you, his powerful body floating over yours.

-That's it, darling –he praised against your mouth- give me better access –he murmured making a gesture towards himself for a moment- let me…

Without warning, you snapped your fingers and all his clothes disappeared making him laugh.

-Sometimes I forget that, besides being an excellent agent, you are also a mutant - he smiled - I have seen you use your powers before, but never like this

-That's because I only reserve these tricks for you - you whispered, making him smile -

Your powers consisted of making any physical element appear and disappear at will whenever you wanted.

At first you made things disappear without wanting to, but thanks to your training with Wanda and Strange you learned to bring them back and, ultimately, control your powers completely.

His fingers pushed aside your underwear, sneaking inside you. A gasp escaped from between your lips, noticing how he stretched you.

-Shit you are so wet - he observed, staring into your wide eyes - I can't wait and see how you taste," he confessed, making your hair stand on end, "but first you have to do something for me," he whispered, "can you do it, darling?" he added, you nodded weakly, his fingers certainly didn't help you concentrate properly. "Of course you can," he murmured before kissing you again, "do you know what I want you to do?" –he came closer to your ear, and whispered- I want you to beg

-I already have –you complained, he shook his head slowly-

-Not enough –he growled lightly- you're lovely, but you're going to have to beg me if you really want this –he whispered, you felt how the fact that he suddenly became so bossy only made you more excited than you already were- do it –he pressed- beg me

-Please Bucky –you pouted- I need you

-Come on princess –he sketched an amused smile- you can do better than that

That's when you exploded. Your libido was through the roof, and you needed him so much that his fingers weren't enough anymore, you wanted him.

-I need you inside me –you confessed- I need you to bury yourself so deep inside me that I don't know where I end and you begin.

-That's better –he said resuming his movements in your center- I knew you could do better –he added between laughs-

-Wait –you said holding his wrist with your hand- I need… I want… -your gaze shifted to his other arm, making his smile grow wider-

-Do you want me to touch you with my metal hand? –he questioned, you nodded slowly, feeling yourself blush- shit you're fucking adorable, are you sure? –you nodded again- you really have a thing for it don't you? –he took a deep breath for a moment- okay –he agreed- Who would dare to reject such a sweet offer?

He quickly replaced his flesh hand with the metal one. A squeal escaped from between his lips at the cold contact of the metal on your hot center. You held onto him as he curled his fingers, brushing against that spot that made your head spin.

-That's it, let me caress your clit- he whispered, watching you intently- good girl- he praised, making you gasp and start moving your hips against his fingers, suddenly his contact disappeared. Your eyes widened when you saw how he placed both hands on your hips-

-Fuck it- he growled- spread your legs- he ordered, staring at you-

-Why did you stop?- you moaned- I was about to…

-You're going to cum several times tonight- he assured you- now I need to taste you

Unable to say another word, you nodded and did as he asked.

-You're so wet- he whispered, placing himself between your legs- but I want you to be even more- he confessed, leaving a soft kiss on your center- legs on my shoulders, doll

You couldn't explain in words what happened next. His tongue was everywhere, sucking, licking, and tugging at your clit making you feel soaked like never before.

You arched your back into him, earning a murmur from him as he claimed you with his mouth. You rested both of your hands in his hair, tugging at it between your hands.

“Yes baby,” he whispered, “show me what you like,” he said as you squirmed against him. “Your moans tell me you’ve been wanting this for a long time,” he commented as he kissed you.

“Yes.”

“Yes?” he questioned. “You’ve been thinking about me like this, huh? I bet you got wet thinking about me doing this, right?” “Another kiss,” you nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence at the thought of a super-soldier eating your pussy out on your couch. “Is this what you wanted?”

-Yes –you gasped, holding onto his hair again, feeling yourself blush-

-It's okay, baby –he whispered- you're not the only one who's had those fantasies –he confessed, and the fact that Bucky had been thinking about you like that was enough to make you cum at that moment- you've been on my mind for quite some time, too –he began to explain- in this position and maybe with one of my hands on your throat –a muffled cry escaped from between your lips, since that was the same thing you had been thinking- preferably the metal one –he whispered, thus completing both of your fantasy-

-I… -you gasped- I've been thinking about that too –you confessed, he smiled-

-Do you want to do it now? –he asked and you nodded- good girl –he murmured- okay, here we go –he said reaching his hand up to your throat- I'll just place it around it without using force, just so you feel his presence, okay? –you nodded firmly-

When you felt the cold metal against the skin of your neck, and his long fingers wrapping around your throat you thought you would faint. The pleasure you were feeling at that moment was nothing like anything you had ever experienced before.

-Oh fuck –he gasped watching you- this is so fucking sexy… -he growled- my hand around your throat –he murmured kissing you in the center again- my other hand stimulating your clit and my mouth devouring you like I have been wanting for weeks

The sensations were… too much. You felt your body tense and relax in equal parts. He noticed it too when he looked up at you.

-I can feel you tightening around my fingers –he whispered- Are you going to cum already, doll? –he asked- Are you close? –you nodded- good –he murmured- I want you to cum on my fingers while I make a mess of your clit –the mere thought made your head spin- Can you do that for me?

Lost in the cloud of lividity, you nodded.

-Good girl –he praised kissing you- just feel my fingers stretching you, while my teeth pull on your clit

-Buck… -you gasped holding onto his hair again-

-That's it baby, cum for me –he ordered-

With a loud squeal, you did it. As you caught your breath, his green eyes scanned your face intently.

“That’s my good girl,” he smiled. “You came so hard,” he murmured, his smile growing wider. “How long have you been holding it in, babe?”

“Too long,” you replied, trying to calm the trembling in your legs. Without giving him time to say anything else, you wrapped your hand around his cock. This time it was he who gasped.

“Baby,” he growled, throwing his head back. “I need to feel something more than just your hand,” he confessed. “Take your time, I don’t want to make you…”

A hoarse gasp escaped from between his lips as you took him into your mouth and tasted the tip between your lips. He raised his hips against you, making you feel him grow inside your mouth.

-Wait- he growled holding your head gently with his metal hand- I don't want to cum without feeling you first- he patted his leg twice- come here, sit on my lap

He didn't have to ask you twice. You positioned yourself there, he held your hips between his hands while offering you a radiant smile.

-Hi- you greeted with a nervous laugh-

-Hi- he whispered focusing all his attention on you- I want you to ride me- he confessed making you almost choke on your own saliva, you loved that he was so direct- now you have control and I want you to take my cock like a good fucking girl. Understand?

You nodded and raised your hips to slowly introduce him inside you. You both gasped at the sensation, his metal hand rested on your back, helping you stabilize.

-Slow down, baby – he whispered – don't rush – he asked – it's been a while since I last saw you

You moved your hips against him, feeling how he stretched you in a delicious way.

He buried his face in your neck to kiss you again while you sighed and moved looking for a release that came too soon.

When you finished he held you in his arms and without realizing it you fell asleep against each other.

[bloomshroomz]

can y'all TME jackasses stop going "the evil trannies are tricking cis men into transitioning and thats why egg jokes are Bad" please, its getting old.

Can you not put words in my mouth? That is not at all what I meant.

I'm going to use an example: When I first started openly questioning my identity, I came out as nonbinary, and I asked to be referred to with they/them pronouns. My ex kept pressuring me to come out "all the way" and repeatedly called me a twink. I wasn't given the room to figure out my identity on my own, and because he kept pushing these terms on me when I explicitly asked to be referred to in a gender neutral way, I pushed back.

I am a twink. But for years, I was uncomfortable calling myself a twink because of how aggressively that term was used to dismiss my identity and requests at the time. When people pressure you to come out as something, especially while you're questioning, it's not uncommon for people to push back even if the person pressuring them was ultimately correct.

I believe we should take people at their word and be respectful when they tell you their gender. They might be right, or they might be wrong, but it is never up to you. If someone wants help figuring things out, then by all means, offer them assistance. If you think something is up, ask them privately. I do both of these things.

But there is a difference between doing that and making egg jokes about someone without their consent. Especially many of the jokes that I've seen, where people will deliberately use the wrong pronouns for a real person simply because they refuse to take them at their word when they state their own gender.

And since you seem to not have noticed, trans women calling someone an egg is usually a way to signal "hey if you want you can talk to me about shit & I will be supportive".

Most times, when I've seen people call someone an egg, it is a public figure or otherwise someone they don't know personally and wouldn't actually talk to. I'm sure that there are instances of what you're referring to as well, and I just don't see it happen because I'm a trans man. But that's not what I was talking about in my response. I was more so talking about people who will openly question the identities of strangers, or push labels onto people they know without actually giving guidance.

grow the fuck up and stop pretending like being briefly mistaken for someone with a more marginalized identity is some sort of attack.

So you think misgendering is only bad when it happens to trans women? Do you believe that the trauma of being repeatedly forced into a box you don't belong in is impossible for a trans man to experience? If so, sorry, but you're wrong about this.

"You're too [insert trait] to be a man" is a painful thing to be told as a trans man, even if it's coming from a "trans-supportive" place. It's not about being perceived as a trans woman specifically. It's about being perceived as a woman at all after years of being forced into that box and trying to climb our way out of it.

"I deadname Twitter and the gulf of mexico" is not a joke I'm comfy with a cis making tbqh. ever since I saw that cis guy say "making egg jokes about me is bad for the same reason as misgendering trans people is bad" I've realized that these people really have a second grader's understanding of the world and if we let them get away with that joke for too long they might start deadnaming Blaire White or some shit

[seokmn]

OPTION ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

pairing: wonwoo x gn!reader wc: 1.8k words warnings: reader wears earrings; mention of ways to die (in a “comic” way)

“lucky i’m in love with my best friend”

If there was something you never gave up on it was to find love. From toxic relationships to pointless dates, you never thought that love wasn’t for you, it was probably because you always thought that the Universe was on its way to finally make you meet your soulmate.

Someone followed you closely during this journey, your best friend, Wonwoo. You always counted on him for everything and vice versa.

You both had differences, but the most important one was the fact that you were constantly trying to find your soulmate, while Wonwoo seemed to not even try. You lost count of the number of times you went clubbing together and you kept pointing at pretty people, telling him to make a move on them, just to have a ’Nah, I’m good’ as a response.

“Alright, what do you think about this outfit? It’s nice, right? Not too much to not make him think that I’m desperate to show myself off and not too little to make him think that I’m being forced to go on a date with him and I’d rather be at home eating lamen.” You positioned your phone on your desk and took a few steps back and gave a little spin to show your outfit to your best friend.

Wonwoo��s gaze left the computer and went to his phone, analyzing your outfit. “I guess it’s fine, you know I’m not the best person to ask about this. To me, you’re fine.”

“But do I look just fine or do I look fine fine?”

“You look fine fine, Y/N,” Wonwoo chuckled and looked at his computer once again. “By the way, where is he taking you?”

“You know that small and cozy restaurant near a private school? My date will be there,” you said as you put on your earrings. “People say the food there is delicious, maybe you should go with your date one day. Oh, wait, you don’t have a date!”

“Ha ha ha ha, very funny. I can go by myself if I want to.”

“Right, Mr. Lonely. I’m gonna go now, wish me luck!”

Wonwoo looked at his cellphone screen and gave you a small smile as he saw you all dressed up and excited for your date, waving at him before ending the FaceTime call. He sighed and looked back to his computer screen, getting his attention back to the game he was previously playing.

You probably went to more dates than an average person with the same age as you, but all of them were purposeless because of your high standards. It’s not a bad thing to have high standards, you really should have the love that you think you deserve and do not settle down for less. But your standards were very specific when it came to how the guy should treat you and how he should see life. You didn’t even realize, but Wonwoo made himself your standard over the years, and it was extremely hard, almost impossible, to overcome him.

This date wasn’t different, you found yourself bored and wishing that a piano would fall right on your head just so the date was over. The guy in front of you clearly didn’t meet your standards, in fact, you bet he didn’t meet anyone’s standards.

You excused yourself and went to the bathroom. You took your phone out of your purse and called Wonwoo.

”Hey, you busy?” “Yes,” you could hear a background noise. “I’m watching a movie. Why? Weren’t you supposed to be on your date?” “So…” “Let me guess, he’s a dickhead, isn’t he?” “Everytime he opens his mouth I wish someone would shoot me in the head with a bazooka,” you sighed. “Help me out, Wonu, please.” “What do you want me to do? Just say the word and I’ll do it.” “Call me in ten minutes, okay?” “And say what?” “Anything, you can say anything or even nothing at all, I’ll handle it. Just call me, please.” “Got it. See ya.”

You hung up, changed Wonwoo’s contact name to ‘Auntie 💞’ and left the bathroom, getting back to the table you and your date were. You kept pretending to be interested in him and in his jokes that hid a hint of misogyny, just wishing that those 10 minutes would pass in a blink of an eye.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, your phone rang and the name Auntie 💞 was on display. You frowned, faking surprise and worry.

“It’s my aunt, sorry, but I gotta answer.” The guy just nodded with a smile on his face and kept looking at you while you picked up the phone.

“Auntie? Is everything alright? I’m actually in the middle of something… What?” You shifted in the chair, your face darkening even though there was a complete silence coming from the other line. “You fell? No- it’s okay, where are you?”

“Meet me at our favorite convenience store.” The silence was finally broken, Wonwoo’s voice was low and calm as always.

“Okay, I’m on my way. Don’t you dare move a single inch, auntie.”

You hung up and looked at the guy with an apologetic expression. “I’m so sorry, my auntie fell off the bed and she has no one to help her, she hit her arm and-“

“It’s okay, we can continue our date another day, right?”

You gave him a small smile, little did he know that the first thing you’d do after getting back home was to block him on every social media. “Right, thanks for understanding. We’ll talk later and thank you for your time, it was really good getting to know you.”

And with that, you left, letting out a deep sigh as soon as he wasn’t able to hear you anymore because of the distance. You smiled to yourself, feeling free that you were far away from that guy, and walked towards the convenience store you and Wonwoo love.

Getting there, you found Wonwoo sitting by himself with two lamens, one he was already eating and the other was closed with chopsticks on top.

“Is it for me?” You smiled and sat beside him, already taking the chopsticks and opening the lamen, only to find out it was actually ready.

“Since your date ended earlier than expected, I thought that you might be still hungry.”

“Well, you were right. I’m starving! Thank you for the food~” You started to eat, not caring about Wonwoo watching you.

He watched you eat for a few seconds before looking at his own lamen and eating it as well. The only thing that could be heard was your humming, signaling that you were finding the lamen delicious, and the noise from other clients.

“Hey,” Wonwoo finally broke the silence. “I have a question.”

You looked at him, waiting for him to keep going and ask his question.

“This might be the seventh time I help you to leave a boring date. Why do you still try so hard to go on dates?”

You nodded and placed down the chopsticks, your arms rested on the table as you looked at him with a small and hopeful smile on your face. “Because I still believe in love. I still think there’s a guy out there that is my soulmate, that is the one for me, and if I don’t go after him, I will never find him. You can’t find your soulmate if you don’t go out and meet new people, Wonu.”

“You’re saying like I don’t believe in love.” Wonwoo chuckled and shook his head before eating again.

“And do you believe in love? I never saw you going on dates or trying to pursue someone.”

“I do believe in love and try to pursue the person that I have feelings for, but the person is quite difficult.”

“What?!” You shouted and soon lowered your voice in a whisper. “You like someone and I never knew about it? Who is it?”

Wonwoo ignored you and kept finishing his lamen.

“Jeon Wonwoo, who is it?”

“Guess.”

“If you don’t tell me I’ll delete all the progress you made in that silly game at my place.”

Wonwoo looked at you as if you threatened him to kill his entire family. “You wouldn’t do that.”

“You know I would. Now tell me who you like, please~” You pouted and looked at him with shiny eyes.

“I’m looking at them.”

You laughed. “Yah! that’s not fun-“ you stopped laughing and your expression turned into a serious one. “You’re not joking, are you?”

“Why would I joke about such a thing?”

You swallowed hard and started to think about your best friend’s words. Everything started to make sense, there was a reason behind all of his romantic yet very subtle gestures that you were only able to see that they were romantic at that moment.

“For how long have you been liking me?”

“For quite a while now. I’ve always tried to look available to you, but you never chose me. I didn’t want to be bold because I don’t know how you feel towards me, so it’s better to have you beside me as my best friend than not having you at all.”

“How could I ever choose you if I never knew you were an option?! Ya-“ you groaned in frustration. “You could've flirted with me or something like that!”

“I did, but in a subtle way.”

“Well, but now I know! What are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know,” he looked at you, his eyes held so much love and hope that was almost overwhelming to look at. “What do you want me to do about this?”

“Ask me on a date?”

Wonwoo smiled and cleared his throat. “Y/N, do you want to go on a date with me?”

“I mean, I guess so. Maybe you’re my soulmate, who knows.” You tried to act cool.

“Great, I’ll think about some good date ideas and I’ll let you choose which one you like the most.” He sighed happily and took your lamen from you, using his chopsticks to eat it and ease the tension. “Wah, why is yours better than mine?”

“Asshole, you ate yours and now want to eat mine?!” You tried to take the lamen away from him, but he didn’t let you and laughed while eating it. You stopped trying and looked at him with a frown. “If you don’t give my lamen back, I won’t go on a date with you.”

Wonwoo’s laughter died and he immediately pushed the lamen to your side. “I- huh.. I’ll buy myself another one then. Wait here.”

You smiled and got back to happily eating it, you glanced at Wonwoo trying to pick a lamen and your smile turned into a grin. You felt your heart getting warmer and you felt a feeling you’ve never felt before.

Maybe your soulmate was right in front of you the entire time, but you were too blind to see it and were looking for affection in all the wrong places, forgetting about the only one that felt like the right one, emotionally and rationally speaking.

[the-froschamethyst4]

Their Guilty Pleasures

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COD Men Headcanons

Add two special guests

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König

Junk food

Cheats on his diet about every week

He can’t help it

“König I bought some donuts!!” His s/o calls from downstairs, you should have seen the way his head jolted up when hearing donuts

“You did?” He came downstairs acting nonchalant but he knows he’s going to devour those donuts in one sitting

“Yep,” his partner have him a soft smile

Around midnight König ended up getting the biggest sweet tooth craving he’s ever had and those donuts were calling his name

He gets out of bed makes his way downstairs and opens the box of glazed donuts

“Scheiß (shit),” he mumbles when grabbing one and sitting at the counter

Next morning his partner had woken up to no König in bed. They weren’t confused cause he had a tendency to get up before them

They make their way downstairs to the kitchen and saw their husband passed out at the kitchen counter the box of donuts open, one half eaten and on the counter.

“KÖNIG!!”

He jolts up to only realize what he did

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Ghost

Harry Potter

When he was a little bot him and his brother watched it all the time to distract themselves

At a point he thought Magic was real and that maybe Hogwarts was real and he was just waiting for that letter to come to the mailbox

Literally when I tell you this man sat by the mailbox at one point waiting for it, he then started to look at his window for an owl to come

He even at a point had a Gryffindor robe that he wore whenever he could get the chance to

It was still hard for him to make friends even as someone who liked Harry Potter when it was very popular, he still felt like he couldn't relate to the kids at his school

When getting older and becoming less and less involve with the Military he started to settle back into his old ways where Harry Potter was comforting to watch

"Harry Potter?" He s/o says coming into the living room and sitting next to him. "You didn't strike me as someone who likes Harry Potter."

"You must not really know me then." He chuckles. "Tommy and I use to watch it all the time...I just haven't seen the movies in such a long time."

"Could I watch with you?"

"You don't need to ask me that, love, of course you can."

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Price

Legos

Price loves them, he gets addicted to them from his kids

He loves seeing the build he could make, your wedding anniversary, you ended up getting lego flowers, you loved them obviously

He has spent so much money on them, he couldn't give you a price on the amount he has spent

"John, what are you doing?"

"Oh, I bought the Hobbit Tower, and I'm working on it."

Man has too much time on his hands when he isn't working

"The sinks broken."

"I'm almost done with this build, I'll do it in a little bit."

"The heater stopped."

"I'll fix it later."

"Can you change my oil?"

"Maybe-hey do you see this piece anywhere?"

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Soap

Stuffed Animals

I think it might be a trauma thing, you don't question it, I mean why would you? You have stuffed animals on your bed, you can't get weirded out with a grown man like Soap having stuffed animal sitting on a shelf somewhere in your shared bedroom

Anywhere he goes he has to buy a stuffed animal like a souvenir

He's in Argentina? He's buying a stuffed Gecko

Germany? A stuffed goat

Australia? A stuffed kangaroo

He just needs one

If he has kids, most on his old stuffed animals that he grew up with will go to them as a comfort or security item.

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Alejandro

True Crime

The man like true crime documents

He'll even listen to podcasts or even youtube videos when he's doing chores around the house

He understand now why women like to watch true crime documents at night, it's thrilling

"MI AMOR! LET'S WATCH THE NEW NETFLIX DOC!!" He yells from the living room.

"OKAY! HANG ON!" his partner yells back form the kitchen, coming to the living room with a plate of their dinner.

He turned Netflix on and put it on the new doc, that everyone has been freaking out about on social media

"I KNEW IT WAS HIM! You can just tell it was, from how he was acting, and his sad excuse of an alibi." He says.

"No, yeah, my mistake for thinking he was a good guy."

"Did they say knife or gun?"

"Rope."

"HIS FINGERPRINTS MATCHED AND THEY WERE JUST-pft nah, can't be him."

He gets a little bit too into it, but who doesn't?

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Gaz

Anime

He loves it

His favorite ones are Fairy Tail, Ponyo, Akira, One Piece and Jujutsu Kaisen, Kaiju No. 8, and Attack on Titan

Does he have anime merch? Yes, yes he does-OFFICAL anima merch none of that off-brand Amazon shit

Jujutsu Kaisen is probably is all time favorite, Gojo and Yuuji are probably his favorite characters.

He's watched anime on his phone when he's on break

He's gone to cons before and cosplayed. His favorite cosplay he's done is Denji from Chainsaw Man

Him and his s/o have gone to cons together and dressed up as Yor and Loid, and did as much couple anime cosplays as they could

If it was up to Gaz he'd probably dress in more anime stuff, but he's on the clock right now, no, sort of anime gear on him at the moment

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Alex

Garlic Bread

It's...every...restaurant...

"Do you have garlic bread?"

"Can we get a basket of garlic bread?"

"I'm on my cheat day, and could I get some garlic bread?"

"Garlic bread." He says with a big smile on his face.

His s/o has joked with about him becoming a garlic bread, and if so, they'll eat him right up

"You don't think you have a problem?" They asked.

"What? Garlic bread? It's just a light snack."

"You're gonna become one soon."

"Then that's great, I'll die as a happy piece of garlic bread." He smiled. "Are you mad that I eat more then I eat you?"

"Oh you ass-"

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Barrage

Video Games

NERD! I'm kidding

He loves to relax and play video games

Got back into it when his Military friends asked him to join them on a game, but he couldn't, so he bought a PC, and Xbox and PlayStation and now he's fucking addicted to them

Of course if you do ask him for him around the house, he'll pause whatever he's doing and come and help you.

"Cal! I need you to get something off the shelf for me!"

"Okay! Hang on guys, my partner needs me real quick."

He had made his office into a 12 year old boys dream, LED lights everywhere, a big 50 in flat screen TV hanging on the wall with both Xbox and PlayStation hooked up to it, and in the corner was his L desk with his almost $3,000 PC with a shit tone of games downloaded to it

His favorite games posters hung up on the wall, almost art gallery with a white light shining on them to show it off even more

Is he loud when he dies...yes.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME! I'VE DIED LIKE 6 FUCKING TIMES IN A ROW, HOW THE FUCK DO I GET AROUND THIS BIG BITCH!!?"

He's talked about Streaming and making more money on the side, which his partner was fine with it as long as he doesn't get weird with his chat.

An ongoing joke in chat his partner doesn't know is if he is playing a game and there's a sexy person popping up on screen his chat just say 'pretend', 'pretend it's Y/n' because he was playing Resident Evil 8 and he was gushing over the 8 foot tall vampire lady with the big boobs and he just kept saying pretend.

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Keegan

Books

Got into reading in his free time because of his s/o

He likes it, he use to hate books because he didn't get it, but now he loves them, he understand using your imagination for when it comes to reading

He's more into Sc-fi and Mystery, while his s/o likes romance and fantasy

One book he got into was a suggestion from a girl on BookTok, yeah, he's on BookTok, has no idea how he got there but loves the book suggestions

He likes series books

Takes a book with him if he's gone at work, will have it on his lap while being in the carrier plane, in a hummer, hunkered down for the night, he'll turn on his soft book light, so he doesn't disturb his co-workers and reads under his sheets

He's hardly on his phone anymore, he has counted before how long he was on his phone before going to go grab a book and read that instead...2 hours...and then on it probably once or thrice every week

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Nikto

Technology

He likes fixing technology that no one else may know how to fix

He sat on the bus going home one day when an elderly man was having trouble reading some texts on his phone, so, Nikto helped him by adjusting the text, which was a simple fix but it almost seemed like a new thing now

Your screen is broke? Nikto will fix it, no charge

Camera acting funny? He's got you covered

Charging port seems to be not holding the charger? Something was blocking it but Nikto fixed it

He then made it a small business of just himself, not charging anyone for their technology issue(s) everyone has one

Nikto has even gone back to work, everyone now know about Nikto being able to fix technology, if their phones get clogged with sand Nikto's got them covered, it fell in the water, rice (apparently some did not know that)

[inhuman-obey-me]

Waltz at the Phoenix Hotel

Word Count: 4,075 Description: Spy!AU: You're attending a rather luxurious party, the scene for your agency's latest mission: an interception case. Things seem to be going smoothly...until they aren't, thanks to two strangers who ruin your plans and turn everything upside-down. Characters: MC, Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Asmodeus, Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon, Simeon Note: This is rather different for this blog. I (Mod Cosmos) started this fic nearly four years ago, when the Spy event came out on OG. I abandoned it shortly after, but Mod Chaos kept bugging me every now and then about finishing the fic because they just really wanted to read it for some reason. So, after all this time, I got some motivation and went back and finished it. Sorry if there seems to be a writing shift at one point -- didn't really go back and edit much in what I had written before. But I did change the random woman to Thirteen for fun, so hope you enjoy her little cameo. Can be found on Ao3 here.

You’re standing on the grand stone staircase leading to the expansive pool at the Phoenix Hotel, champagne glass in hand as you observe the crowd. The agency had received valuable intel that there was going to be an exchange tonight, one that would put an important amount of data in the wrong person’s hands. Tasked with intercepting the drop, you found yourself at a fancy cocktail party, rubbing elbows with some of the city’s most notable socialites. You have your eyes out for the target — you had a pretty good description — when you get a signal in your earpiece. 

“Black Sheep. How are things looking over there?” It was Lucifer, who was currently doing a perimeter check with Mammon. 

“Not much to report here, boss.” You took a sip of your champagne, hiding your lips so that no one noticed you speaking to thin air. “How about you?” 

“We’re finishing up. We’ll be back in the main party soon to help keep an eye out.”

“Keep us posted!” Mammon’s voice suddenly comes in, and you can hear a bit of a sigh from Lucifer’s end. “And make sure to watch out for any shady characters. Some of these guys can be real damn obvious.” 

“Some shady guys might look shady, huh? Thanks for the advice.” There’s no hiding the sarcasm in your voice, which earns a huff from the crowing agent. 

You sign off, taking a moment to admire the way the light reflects off of the surface of the pool, a web of light then bouncing off the surrounding marble statues. There are a good number of people out here, but there also wasn’t a clear and quick exit route. It might not be the most strategic place for a drop to take place, but you never knew what tricks your targets could pull. 

Deciding it might be best to check out the main party hall, you head back inside, giving a smile to the waitress who takes your now empty champagne glass from your hand. You give a few more smiles and nods of acknowledgment to those you pass by — wait, is that the actor from The Twilight of a Great Family? — no, stay focused. 

Grand chandeliers float above the floor where the crux of the party is, a great many more people than outside mingling and drinking the night away. You catch sight of Asmodeus and Satan, who are both working the crowd. You pass close by to hear snippets of their conversations — they’re both excellent liars, but as Asmodeus had said, Lies are like accessories, hun!, and you have to keep yourself from smiling as you hear their fibs. You catch Satan’s eye, who gives you a wink before returning to his conversation.

“To your left, Black Sheep.” You look in the aforementioned direction to see Mammon saunter in, Lucifer a few feet away. “We’ve got eyes over here.”

“And we’re covering the right wing.” It still felt odd hearing Barbatos’ voice through the ear piece. After the whole incident with the property purchase, no one expected that both he and Diavolo would now be part of their agency. They were good at what they did, there was no doubt about that, but countless missions later you still couldn’t get completely used to it. 

“Got it, I —” Suddenly, you notice a woman with long, colorful hair and piercing green eyes. She fits the description of the one who would be performing the drop tonight. “Alert. Target spotted.” 

“Where?” Lucifer inquires.

“Hard to miss. She stands out a bit for a covert drop. She’s near the bar, busy talking with others. She seems to be paying a bit of extra attention to her clutch.” You start making your way to the bar, figuring it provided a good vantage point to keep an eye on her while not drawing suspicion. “I’ll stay close.” 

“Be careful. We’ll be here to see if any of the mentioned accomplices are around.”

You go to hover at the bar, though ask if you can just get some sparkling water with lemon. As tempting as a drink would be right now, you had a mission, and the last thing you needed was to mess up because you thought to get boozy. 

“Excuse me, can I get the house whiskey, neat?” You turn to see a young handsome gentleman right by your side, silver wintry locks framing his face. He turns slightly to you with a charming smile, one that reaches his eyes, an interesting mix of brown and blue — but you know not to ever let your guard down. “Why, hello. Enjoying the party?”

“Yes, it’s been a marvelous evening so far.” You give him a polite smile. If you strike up a conversation with him, you can keep an eye on your target without appearing suspicious or obvious. “And how about yourself?”

“I could say the same, though I do wonder,” He nods his head in the direction of the pool. “How smart of an idea it is to have a bar by the pool with all these people in their fancy dress. Imagine someone just falling right in. Terrible.” Despite his words, he has a grin on his face. 

You let out a soft laugh before taking another sip of your beverage, glancing in the direction of the woman you were tailing. She was still busy in conversation with a small crowd, though you caught her looking towards one of the bartenders. Is that who she’s going to give the data to…?

“Why do I get the feeling like you’re suggesting pushing someone in?” You respond, turning slightly to lean against the bar. 

“Me? Never!” The man laughed, his eyes seeming to sparkle. He gave the bartender a ‘Thank you!’ as he received his drink. Taking a small sip, he continued to converse with you. “Are you here with anyone else?”

“Oh, a few friends.” You make a vague motion to the rest of the crowd. “They’re all mingling out there. How about yourself?” 

“I came here with one other friend, but I lost sight of him … he’s probably in the middle of one of these groups.” He waves his hand dismissively after taking a glance around, lifting his glass up for another sip. “Hopefully I’m not bothering you?”

“Oh, no, not at all.” You smile your loveliest of smiles, hoping to continue conversing with him as a cover. Your target was inching her way closer to the bar, and you counted yourself lucky that this was going so smoothly so far.  “So, tell me about the symbols on that ring…” 

Ugh, these people are a bore, Asmodeus thinks to himself as he shifts into yet another conversation. No one he had talked to had been particularly interesting, and even less so informative. That was the nature of their work, in the end — not every situation would actually be helpful. The few he was talking to currently were droning on and on and — Oh? Suddenly, Asmodeus catches sight of a rather beautiful stranger. That perks him right up, and so he excuses himself from the monotonous individuals and made his way over to the other.

“Hello there, handsome.” Asmodeus flashes his most charming smile, long lashes fluttering. “How are you doing this fine evening?” 

“Oh, you flatter me.” The attractive stranger smiles warmly, a tinge of red appearing on his dark skin as he brushes aside a strand of soft, brown hair. “And I’m doing quite well, thank you. Yourself?” 

“Much better now that I have some wonderful company.” Asmo raises his champagne glass, one that he had hardly taken a sip of the entire time he held it this evening. “The name’s Ayden. What’s yours?”

“Scorpion, make sure you’re staying on task.” Lucifer’s warning voice came through his earpiece. The flirtatious agent makes a signal behind his back, communicating “Don’t worry, this is work!”

“You can call me Henry.” He raised his glass to meet the other’s. “To be honest, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but there are far more people here than I thought there would be.” His brilliant cerulean eyes glance around the hall before returning to Asmodeus, his gaze soft. “Apologies if I come across as a bit nervous. I moved here recently, so a friend insisted I tag along. Though, not sure where he’s gone off to now … ” 

“Ah, don’t worry about a thing, my dear Henry! I’m sure you’ll find your friend. But until then, I’ll keep you company. So, tell me, what brought you to the city .. ?” Asmodeus began his series of questions to get people to open up, to perhaps give something away, let just the tiniest detail slip that might give him something that he wants … flirting was just a bonus. 

As they converse, Satan hovers close by. He also hadn’t much luck with those he had been speaking to, none of them potential suspects for accomplices. Just rich and well-known folks running in the upper circles of society. Not to say that the conversations still couldn’t be interesting — there was always plenty to learn — but it was getting frustrating that they were having so little luck finding the people they wanted. At least Black Sheep has the main target, he muses, looking over to the bar to see them conversing with a stranger. The target was still nearby, arguably even closer to them then she had been before. 

“Apologies for the intrusion,” Satan walks over to his fellow agent and the stranger, earning a quick glare from Asmodeus. “But I just have to ask, where did you get that lovely white vest?” And just like that, Satan eases himself into the conversation, all the while continuing to observe the target from afar. 

Henry smiles at them both, continuing to engage in conversation quite happily, fingers seemingly idly fiddling with a ring on his right hand. 

“Fascinating. I really do wonder if you’re just trying to pull my leg here.” You’ve been deep in  conversation with this man for a bit now — Sal, he said his name was — and you had to admit he was certainly entertaining company. 

“Well, it’s up to you if you believe me or not.” He shrugs with a bit of a mischievous grin. 

“Black Sheep, looks like she’s getting ready to make the drop.” You hear Diavolo’s voice through your earpiece — he must have been watching from his current station. Sure enough, your target has removed a small silver case from her clutch as she leans against the bar a bit a ways from where you currently are — and the bartender is walking towards her. 

“Ah, apologies, I see one of my friends over there,” You push yourself away from the bar counter, taking a step towards the woman — though you make sure to take your still half-full glass of sparkling water with you. “It was very nice to meet you, Sal. Perhaps I’ll see you around later?” 

“Oh, of course. It was a pleasure to meet you as well.” He smiles, but there almost seems to be something off about it. You don’t have time to dwell on that, you remind yourself, and quickly make your way to the target, who looks like she’s about to order a drink. She’s covered the small case with a black bar napkin. Perfect.

You pretend to trip, purposefully letting your beverage spill all over the woman’s dress, eliciting a shocked gasp.

“Oh no! Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry!” You immediately apologize, hand going to grab the napkins from their place on the bar, swiftly collecting the one that hid the data as well.

The woman is obviously irritated, but tries to brush it off. “Mm. Accidents happen.”

“Thankfully it was just water, so it should dry up without any damage!” You reassure her, passing the ordinary napkins to her hand so that she could dab at the spill, all the while tucking your prize into your sleeve. A few more apologies and exchanges later, you make your exit, ready to declare mission success and get yourself out of here before the woman realized she was missing something very important.

At least, that was your plan. 

You’re about to radio in your triumph when a series of actions happens so quickly you don’t have time to react. Something (or rather, someone) causes you to actually trip this time, but you’re saved from an unsightly fall by fingers that gently but firmly wrap around your wrist and an arm around your waist. Before you can even begin to turn around to thank your savior, you hear a familiar voice in your ear,

“Sorry about this.”

A response can’t even leave your lips as you’re suddenly twirled away as if you were dancing the waltz, only to be found without a partner when you come back full circle. You can feel dread beginning to bubble up in the pit of your stomach, and you check to see if you have the small drive, patting yourself down.

It’s gone. Shit.

Your eyes dart around to find the culprit, and you manage to catch a glimpse of those silver locks disappearing into the crowd. 

“Uh, we’ve got a problem.” You run after him while alerting the rest of the agency. “Looks like someone else was after the data too. Tall guy, silver hair, navy blue suit with a lighter blue shirt. He’s running towards the West exit.”

You’re only met with static. 

“Hello? Can anyone hear me?”

The white noise continues. 

This couldn’t be happening … was something jamming their communicators?! 

You’ve lost sight of Sal — If that’s even his real name! — so you look around for any other familiar faces. Surely the others noticed by now that they couldn’t communicate with each other..?

“Hey!” Diavolo’s suddenly at your side. “Thank goodness I was keeping watch nearby — I can’t get through to anyone, but several of them had eyes on you, so they should be going after the guy.” 

Sure enough, you catch Lucifer and Mammon running out the West doors. Both you and Diavolo follow suit, trying not to raise too much of a commotion as you weave through the crowd. The cool night air is welcome as you’re feeling a bit too warm from running as your heartbeat races. A security guard tries to get in your way, but you both dash past him, calling out a “Sorry!” behind you as you continue your chase.

Moments Before ...

“Sorry, gentlemen, but looks like my friend is calling.” Henry gives the other two an apologetic smile. “It was lovely to meet you both. Perhaps we’ll meet again soon.” 

“It was a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” Satan starts.

“—And I’d love to see you again. Give me a call when you get the chance?" Asmo finishes, slipping a card into Henry's hand. "Bye-bye, now!” He gives the departing gentleman a wink and wave before turning to his fellow agent with a sigh. “Well, he was an interesting fellow. Think he might be of interest in the future?” 

“He certainly seemed sharp,” Satan hums. “But also hard to read …” The blond shakes his head, taking the last sip of his drink. "Think our sheep's got the drop yet? Haven't heard an update…" He takes a moment to look around the party, and it dawns on him that he can't hear or see any of the others. "I think we have a problem."

"Hm?" Asmodeus slams the compact mirror in his hand shut, eyes narrowing as he notices a sudden commotion by the West entrance. "Well, I think we've got a bit of fun on our hands."

Static comes over the communicators, a distorted voice coming through: Tchhh…upstairs…tchhh…roof…tchhh

"Fun isn't the word I'd use." Satan huffed. "Let's go."

You're thankful that Barbatos memorized the layout of the hotel and its surroundings before the mission, as he managed to get ahead of the thief and block him from going any further on this quieter side of the promenade. Lucifer and Mammon flank him from the other side, effectively backing him against the wall.

"Really thought you could get past all of us?" Mammon mocks, confidently putting out a hand, fingers waving in a 'gimme' motion. "Hand it over, pal."

"I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about—"

"Oh, save it!" You catch up, slightly out of breath with Diavolo on your heels. "You know exactly what he means. You stole something from me, so hand it over."

"Stole?" That damned mischievous smile again. "Weren't you doing the same thing? Not sure any of you have more right to it than I do."

"That may be true." Chills run down your spine as Barbatos speaks. "But it would be in your best interest to comply and give us what we're asking for, before things take a rather nasty turn."

"HEY!" A couple of burly hotel security personal charge towards you. "What's going on?!"

"Well, have fun with that!" Taking advantage of the distraction, Sal managed to hoist himself up to the fire escape that was hanging above, scampering up a ladder before diving through an open window that's promptly shut behind him. He's not alone!

"Sorry, officers. We'll be out of your hair in a moment!" Diavolo steps forward to distract the guards, signaling for the rest to pursue. "It's just a bit of a personal issue. I'll be happy to explain everything…"

"Door to the right, should go into the service stairwell." Barbatos taps a hacked keycard and unlocks the door, yanking it wide open. "I'll stay here in case they come back down, you all better hurry."

"Don't have to tell us twice," you sprint up the stairs, Mammon ahead and Lucifer behind.

"They're escapin' by going up? This place has 9 floors, right?" Mammon asks, and you think back to what you remember of the hotel blueprint.

"Crap." Realization dawns on you, your heart pounding as loud as your steps hitting the concrete stairs. "There's a private helipad on the roof. Think they got an escape helicopter?"

"Let's assume they do." Lucifer replies, but your upward ascent is shortly interrupted by a loud scream on floor seven. The door swings open, a housekeeper stumbling into the stairwell, her eyes widening as she sees all of you.

"Sorry ma'am!" A familiar voice from the hallway, and you whip around the landing and housekeeper to dart into the corridor, jumping over an overturned housekeeping cart to see that Satan and Asmodeus have cornered Sal — and another. His accomplice.

"And I thought we had something special, Henry! Or whatever your name is!" Asmodeus pouts, stun gun in hand and pointed firmly at the beautiful stranger. Satan had his aimed at the one more familiar to you. "Now, how about you hand it over and we can forget all about this, hm?"

"I'm afraid that's not possible." Henry responds with a soft yet dazzling smile.

"You're outnumbered, five to two." Lucifer steps forward, his expression stern. "You don't have much of a choice."

"Now, now," Sal responds, putting his hands up as if to surrender. "I think we might actually all be on the same side here. We're both trying to make sure this data doesn't get in the wrong hands, right?"

"You could very well be the wrong hands." Satan snarls. "You don't exactly inspire confidence."

"Ouch!" Sal chuckles, shaking his head. "Look, we've actually heard about you guys. One of the best agencies around. We didn't realize you'd also be here when we picked up this intelligence. A fault on our contact's part."

"We do, however, have good reason to believe that this data is essential to a very important case." Henry shifts in place, and you notice his thumb brushing against a ring on is middle finger. "Which is why we're reluctant to give it up. If we can come to an agreement…"

"Not a chance!" Mammon huffs, his hand going to his own stun gun. "We've got no reason to trust you two."

"Hmph." Lucifer shoots a look to Mammon. "Hand it over to us first, and then we can see about any agreements."

"And what if you just take it for yourselves?" Sal shakes his head, a hand going into his inner suit pocket. "We'll need something a bit more concrete than that."

Ding. The sound of an arriving elevator sets a flurry into motion.

"Oh no you don't!" Asmodeus snaps as the two start moving, his finger hitting the trigger on his weapon — only for nothing to happen, and you feel the hair on your neck rise. "What the…?"

A loud hiss hits your ear next and you recognize the sound of a smoke bomb going off, your vision clouded. Coughing as you try to get a handle on your surroundings, you make out two shadows sprinting through the hallway.

"Fuck, they hit us with an EMP! No wonder our guns didn't work." You hear Satan behind you as you lunge towards the elevator lobby, cursing as you slam right into the doors as they shut.

"Damn it. Everyone, to the stairs!"

"Wait," Lucifer is beside you now. "They're not going up — they're going down."

"Down…wait, the parking garage!"

"You lot go upstairs just in case," Lucifer commands of Mammon, Satan, and Asmodeus as you all reach the stairwell. "We'll go down and try to get a hold of the other two."

Hands gripping the railing, you and Lucifer both leap down the stairs, nearly free-falling at times as you skip over landings — one moment your foot touches the floor, the next you're in the air again as you make another leap.

"Dragon. Butler. Can you two hear us? They're escaping through the parking garage!" You frantically speak, hoping the communicators are working again.

"Tchhh…can't…zhhhh…in pursuit."

The garbled message means something got through, and you can only hope that Diavolo and Barbatos got the gist of your message.

Bursting through the doors of the parking garage, you hear a motor revving along with a chorus of yells. You exchange a look with Lucifer and both dash towards the furor, only to hear a loud crash in a matter of seconds.

"We've got them!" Diavolo shouts the moment he sees you and Lucifer, his hand on the car's driver-side handle, ready to rip the door open.

But when he does, there's no one inside.

"What—" Diavolo's jaw hangs open, with Barbatos glowering beside him.

A screech of tires, and you all turn to see a motorbike peel out on the far other side of the garage. The shock leaves your bodies as you all race to the other exit, only to see that the two intruders were long gone.

"How many escape plans did they come up with?!" Adrenaline still pumping through your veins, you kick a concrete pillar in frustration.

"You lost them?!" Satan's voice echoes through the structure, the others having now come to join the rest of the agents left bewildered by the night's events.

"Those two…they're good." Asmodeus whistles, bristling as several others shoot him a glare. "What? They are! They managed to get away from us, all seven of us!"

"We need to find out who they are." Barbatos sighs. "Perhaps Leviathan can help track them down if we can collect any footage."

"I think we'll be needin' to make our escape first." Mammon glances over his shoulder. "Somethin' tells me the hotel staff and security aren't gonna be too happy with us causing such a ruckus."

"Right, let's get out of here and regroup." Lucifer massages his temple. "We've got a lot of work ahead of us."

Defeated, you all scamper to your own getaway vehicles, the faint sound of approaching police sirens putting an extra pep to your step and a rev to the engines.

As you settle into your seat, you take stock of what you still had on you. Your stun gun, your communicator, a few other covert tools, and — wait, what's this?

A business card tucked into your belt, thick and smooth to the touch. Through the passing streetlights, you can see there's a single word in the center, embossed in blue and gold:

PURGATORY

Flipping it over, there's a string of digits, with a handwritten note underneath:

Call me. ;)

You scoff in disbelief.

"What've you got there, hun?" Asmodeus looks up from his phone, glancing at your hand.

"Oh," you calmly pocket the card again. "…It's nothing."

[drnkdz]

EX SEX

pairing: ex!sim jake x fem! reader

sypnosis: After a long day of work, you and your friend chose to go to a club, just to see that your ex was performing there.

tags/warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, degradation kink.

word count: 712 (not alot Ik)

This is my first time writing smut! (not proofread)

I was getting ready to go to the club, as my best friend, Hana, was on her phone waiting for me. "How do i look?" i ask, as she looks up from her phone, looking me up and down. "If i were a guy, I'd have you in my bed by now." she replies. "Thank you...?" "Now let's go!!!" Hana says. I get in the passenger seat whilst Hana starts driving. As she plays music, I remember all of the times me and My ex, Jake, went to the club together. We'd always make out in front of the building instead of actually going in."We're here!" Hana says as she unbuckles her seatbelt. We both walk out of the car, and my jaw drops. "It's cool, right? some of the best celebrities are coming to perform." "I love you!" I was quite stressed lately, and this really helped me get my mind off things. As I walked into the club, i couldn't help but expect something surprising to happen. It was like a tingly feeling in my stomach. Hana went to meet some of her other friends while i grabbed a drink and watched the performances. But one caught my attention. My ex, Jake, was performing. I stared at him in awe. Why did i not know he was an artist? Is this the reason we broke up? all of these questions started flooding through my head so much to the point where i couldn't even hear the music anymore. For a spilt second, we made eye contact. As he came off stage, he walked up to me. "Long time no see?" he says. I nod, not being able to speak. "Are you here alone?" He asks. "N-no.. Hana's here with me." i reply. "Hmm.. it doesn't look like it." "She ditched me. she probably left already. " This was one of the reasons why i barely ever came to clubs with hana. she always ends up leaving me alone, and i have to call an uber all the time. "Do you want me to take you home?" Jake asks. I shake my head. "I'll just take a bus or something."It's really late. are you sure?" I finally give in. "Fine. You still remember where i live, right?" He nods. As we walk to the car, i remember all of the memories we had. We had sex in the car once because he couldn't wait until we got home. I missed those times. I still love him. I sigh as i buckle my seatbelt. "You alright?" His accent was what did it for me. i suddenly start sobbing, and jake keeps asking me what's wrong. He hugs me as i bury my face in his chest. "I miss you. I miss us." I say, looking up at him. "I do too. More than you expect." He wipes my tears with his thumb and kisses me. I was caught off guard but kissed him back. I pulled away. "Let's continue this at home." he smiles and starts driving. As we get home, he lifts me up and puts me on the bed. he takes off my dress and licks his fingers before rubbing my clit. I let out a loud moan. as i near my release, he pulled his fingers away. I whine. "Be patient, babe." He says. He pulls down his jeans along with his boxers. His hard cock slaps against his abdomen. It wasn't big, but it definitely wasn't small. He was average sized. He pumped his cock a bit before sliding it inside me. I let out a loud moan. "Fuck you're even tighter than before" he grunts out. Soon he starts pounding into me. "Such a f-fucking S-slut." He struggles to form a sentence. "Fuck im gonna cum!" I say, almost shouting. "Cum for me baby girl." I arch my back, having the best release in a VERY long time. He thrusts a few more times before letting out his hot load inside of me. He lays beside me, and all we hear is the sound of heavy breathing. "Does this mean we're back together..?" I ask. "If you want to." Jake shrugs, and i smile and peck his lips before falling asleep in his arms.

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a family of one

Pairing: frat boy Noah x female reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! / mentions of alcohol and drugs / bad parent-kid relationship / mentions of cancer / shoving someone / slight sexual scene in the end / I think that's it, lmk if anything else

Words: 3,9k

Author's note: agh Noah❤️‍🩹 my heart beats for him I swear, grab your tissues and enjoy reading, let me know what you think✨

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Messages from Noah’s father throughout the last week:

“Hey son, do you have a minute to talk? I need a favor”

“Hey Noah, I need to talk to you”

“Hey man, pick up the phone it's important”

Noah never answered, he knew what the favor was. His father only contacts him when he needs money, but Noah doesn't have it in him to just block his number and cut him off. He usually never answers, until this text came through:

“Noah, I'm sick and I need your help”

It was Monday evening, Noah was home alone and didn't know what to do with this information.

He sat down, opened a bottle of whiskey and took a big gulp.

His father for him was only a failure, both of his parents were, but at least his mother cut him off completely. He never wished Noah a happy birthday, but when it was his birthday? 'Hey Noah, what do you say about birthday dinner tomorrow?' as if Noah would give a shit about his birthday. He made the mistake once, took his father for a dinner on his birthday, only to be the one that paid for it and to find all of the cash he had in his wallet was gone, probably stolen when he went to use the bathroom.

Noah's eyes scanned the text over and over, the word sick sticking out. Sick. What does he mean by that? He knows he shouldn’t care, but the small boy in him still feels weirdly sad about the idea of his father being sick.

“Sick? What do you mean?”

Noah texted back, then locked his phone and put it screen down on the table in front of him. He doesn’t want to talk with him, unless it’s really important.

His attention was on the street outside, watching people live their lives while he felt like his life is never going to change. Like his past will never leave him, it will haunt him forever. Abandoned by his parents, lost his grandparents, living alone in this empty apartment, desolate.

His phone buzzed with a new notification, but it took him a few minutes to get the courage to pick his phone and read it.

“Cancer, can we meet and talk?”

Noah let out a shaky breath he didn’t even know he was holding. Cancer. Does this mean he’s going to die and leave him completely too? Would it hurt Noah?

“I don’t wanna see you. What stage?”

“Son, please.”

“Son.” Noah read out loud with a laugh. Funny thing to call someone you left and use only for money.

“We either talk this way or not at all.”

Noah didn’t get another answer from the man that calls himself his father, so the only thing on his mind was if this was the last conversation he had with his father. He didn’t know if he was in the early stage where treatment still can help or if he has years, months or even days of his life.

—

“Hey, you’re not drinking tonight?” you slipped in the spot next to Noah, who looked not in the mood for anything or anyone tonight.

“No.” he didn’t even look at you and continued to stare into nothing.

“Are you okay?” you saw Noah out of a mood many times, but he was never this weird.

“Yes.” one word answers, great.

“Why don’t you go home if you’re not in the mood to be here? I don’t mind.” you didn’t know if he stayed there only because it was an unspoken rule that you two always leave together, that he makes sure you’re leaving safe, so if that was the case, you wanted him to know he doesn’t have to stay.

“I’m fine Ella.” he snapped, finally turning his head to look at you. He looked different, his eyes somehow empty, dark circles under them and his jaw showed a few days of unshaved stubble.

“You don’t look fine Noah.” you knew it was pointless to try to get a word out of him, but you tried.

“Don’t you have friends to drink and dance with?” his tone was unwelcoming, so without a word you stood up and left. You knew he wasn’t fine, but you’re not going to let him take it out on you, you only wanted to help him.

You found Molly and Clara and decided that if Noah isn’t going to apologize that you’re not leaving with him tonight. Not that he looked in the mood for sex, but lately you’ve been leaving with him and sleeping at his place even when you didn’t have sex.

The party was the same as every other week, so after more drinks with your friends you moved to the garden to play beer pong against boys from your class.

“Molly you’re so bad at this.” Clara groaned at Molly’s another attempt to throw the small orange ball into one of the red cups at the other side.

“Maybe it’s intentional, but you’ll never know.” and you would believe that. Molly wanted the drinks and look like the girl who needs help with throwing the balls, preferably with a guy behind her and his arms around her body.

“Ella? Hey Ella!” you heard someone shout your name, then you saw one of the fraternity boys wave at you.

“I’ll be right back.” you told the girls and started walking in the direction of a tall blonde guy, “Hi, do you need help with anything?”

“Yeah, have you seen Noah?”

“Last time I saw him in the living room.”

“He’s not there.” he left a sigh and looked around “do you think he left? He wouldn’t leave without you, right?” that made you roll your eyes.

“Listen, I don’t know where he is. The last time I saw him he was an ass, so maybe he went home.”

“There’s this guy asking for him, but I don’t wanna give him his address or something.”

“And how can I help you with that?” you were still pissed from earlier, but stopped yourself from being an ass, just like Noah, “I’m sorry, didn’t want to be rude. Do you know who that guy is? Have you tried calling Noah?”

“Yes, texted him too. Don’t know the guy, all he’s saying is he needs to talk to Noah.”

“Okay, I’ll come with you.”

You followed Ben, as you learned his name was, through the living room and then outside from the main entrance.

“Oh, there he is. Problem solved.” Ben said and stopped walking when he saw Noah and the guy already talking.

“Oh, great.” you said, but couldn’t help yourself and watch them for a minute. Ben left you there, saying he had to go back, but you didn’t mind.

There weren't many people in the front yard, so far it looked like no one noticed Noah and the mysterious guy outside of the property. You walked slowly towards them, you saw Noah’s back and you could tell from the way he stood he was uncomfortable.

As you made it closer to them, you could finally see the other guy. You didn’t recognize him, that made you wonder who he was.

Until you scanned his face and then it hit you. Same almond eyes like Noah’s, very similar hair color and he was just a few inches shorter than Noah. His father, it has to be, you thought.

You didn’t know what to do, if you should leave or stay there. Yeah Noah pissed you off, but from the little you knew about his past and saw his nervous body language, the anger you felt towards his actions from earlier was replaced with worry.

You stood still for a few minutes, watching them both throw their arms around and raise voices at each other, but not enough for you to hear what they’re talking about.

They didn’t notice you standing there, watching them, until they stopped talking and just glared at each other.

Noah’s father’s eyes met yours for a second, you looked away and tried to think of how to leave.

“Do you need anything?” he yelled in your direction, which caused Noah to turn around and notice you too.

You couldn’t figure out the look in his eyes, but it only confirmed that he wasn’t comfortable and like he was asking you to stay.

“Don’t talk to her.” Noah said to his dad, turning back to face him again. “If that’s all you wanted to tell me, you can leave now. We’re done.”

“Is this how you gonna treat me? Your dad?”

“You,” Noah lost it and grabbed his father by the collar of his t-shirt, “are not my dad.”

You knew Noah probably wouldn’t hurt him, but you still skipped the space between you and them and put your hand on his shoulder with silent “Don’t do something stupid Noah.”

He dropped his hands and you could feel his shoulders going up and down very quickly from his quick breathing.

“What’s going on?” you asked.

“I’m his dad, I’m sick and he won’t help me.” the man in his late 50’s told you, Noah stayed silent. He knew he doesn’t have to explain the situation to you, that you’re on his side.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Whatever you were talking about, I’m sure there is a better place to discuss it than a frat party. Don’t you think?”

“Alright, listen Noah I’m sorry for coming here. Maybe we could take this to your place and solve it out.”

“You’re not coming to my place.” Noah yelled out of frustration and people started to look.

“Noah,” you whispered enough for him to hear you, “everyone is watching, maybe it’s better to move this somewhere else.”

Without a word Noah turned around and started walking in the direction to his car. You were quick to follow and by the loud steps behind you, you were sure his father was right behind.

“You,” Noah turned around so quickly that you almost hit his chest, he pointed his finger at his father, “are not riding in my car. And you,” then his eyes looked down on you, “are staying here.”

“Noah-” you tried to speak but he interrupted you.

“I don’t want you anywhere near him, okay? Stay here.”

“And leave you to do something stupid? No.”

“Ella.”

“I’m coming with you. I can stay in the car or in your bedroom and I won’t listen, but I’m coming.”

He knew it was pointless to argue any more with you, so he just unlocked his car and you both got in.

“Does he know your address?” you asked him after neither of you asked his father if he has a way to get to Noah’s place.

“I don’t care.” Noah started the car and left the parking lot, you could see his father get in a cab and follow you.

There were a few minutes of silence before you spoke up.

“What’s going on Noah?” you slightly turned to the left to face him.

You could see his jaw locked in place, his knuckles turning white from the grip he had on the driving wheel.

“Talk to me, please.” you tried again.

“He was texting me for a few days about how we need to talk, I never replied until-” he swallowed and took a few seconds before giving you more information “until he texted me that he has cancer.”

“Oh Noah I’m so sorry.”

He rolled his eyes, he never wanted anyone to feel sorry for him.

“I told him I don’t wanna see him, that if he wants to talk, then do it through texts. But he showed up tonight. How the fuck did he even know where to find me?” he took his hands off the steering wheel and smashed his fists against it three times before he continued to talk, “I don’t wanna hear it. I don’t care. I know he just wants my money and even if he says it’s for a treatment I don’t believe him.”

You didn’t know what to say, you just let him talk and let out everything he needed before he had to face him again.

“And my mind just won’t shut off. All I can think about is how he’s still my father and I should help him, but I don’t want to. I can’t do it again, try and then just be left alone again.”

He was never this honest with you, not even the night when you were both drunk and he told you about his history. Now he was sober and sharing much more than you ever thought he would.

“You don’t have to help him if you don’t want to, okay? You don’t owe him anything. You can hear him out and then send him away. I’ll be there if you need me, I can walk him out so you don’t have to.” you reached to grip one of his hands into yours, squeezing him as a sign of support. You saw thousands of emotions behind his eyes and took his cheek in your other hand, gently rubbing your thumb up and down, “Okay?” you wanted to know that he heard what you said.

“Okay.” barely a whisper.

You kept his hand in your for the rest of the right, playing with his fingers.

When you reached his building you went to the garage parking lot and you saw his father get out of the cab and wait in front of the big building.

When Noah turned off his car, you two just stayed sitting there in silence until he spoke up.

“Let’s get this over with.��

“Wait.” you grabbed his arm and turned him to face you, “Whatever happens, stay calm and be the bigger person. I’ll be there if you need me, yeah?”

“Yeah.” you leaned over the console and gave him a small kiss on his lips, Noah cupped your cheek and rested his forehead on yours.

---

You met his father in the main lobby, going in a different elevator than him. Noah led you to his place in silence and his father followed.

When you entered the apartment Noah didn’t bother asking him if he wanted water or a coffee, he just sat behind the big table next to his kitchen counter and motioned for him to sit on the opposite side. You stood next to the counter, not sure if you should leave or not.

“Do you mind giving us privacy?” his father spoke to you and without any word you turned around and started walking in the direction of Noah’s bedroom.

“She’s staying.” Noah said in a firm voice.

“I’d appreciate it if it could be just the two of us.”

“And I’d appreciate it if you could leave. You choose.”

When the older man didn’t answer, you walked back to the kitchen area and stood there in silence.

“Talk.” Noah barked at his father.

“As I told you, I’m sick Noah. And I need your help.” it was weird hearing Noah’s name come from that man’s mouth, “This time I really need your help.”

“What cancer do you have?” Noah spoke.

“What?”

“You said you have cancer, what cancer?”

“The doctors are not sure-”

"Bullshit, how can they not be sure what cancer you have?”

“Listen son, I know I hurt you in the past and that I have not been the best father in the world, but we’re still family by blood, so you should help me.” Noah didn’t know which part of that sentence pissed him off more, but he started to lose his patience with the man in front of him.

“You never were my father. You never took care of me, I don’t have to take care of you.”

“You can’t remember the time I took care of you, we were a happy family. But you were too little to remember.”

“Well, it’s not my fault that you left before I could remember anything.”

“We had reasons why we left you with your grandparents.”

“Oh really, did drugs and alcohol get in the way of raising your kid?”

You were just now getting pieces of Noah’s childhood, your heart already hurting for him. You wanted to hug him and never let go.

“You don’t know anything.” his father was bold enough to speak to him like that, even though he was the one needing Noah’s help.

“And who’s fault is that?” Noah bit back.

“Listen, I need money and I know you have it. If you want me killed by the end of next week then stay being an arrogant prick and don’t help me, but I’ll tell them to go after you.”

“Them?” Noah and you were both confused, he said he was sick, didn’t he? “Who the fuck are them? You’re not sick right? You just made it up to get money from me.”

“Don’t know why I bothered with that, but don’t worry son, if I’m going down, you’re going with me.” he pointed his finger to Noah’s face, the last push Noah needed to stand up, leaving his chair to fall to the ground and grabbing his father by the collar again.

“Shut up, no more talking. Get your shit and leave my apartment.” he threw him back to his chair and waited for him to leave.

“Is this how you treat her too? I see you took something after me, you’re just like me.” that sentence was enough for you to step in and get this man out of Noah’s apartment, out of his life.

“That’s enough, you need to leave or I’m going to call the police.” you said, you tried to sound confident, but the shakiness in your voice betrayed you.

“Oh darling, you’re not scared of me are you?”

“Don’t talk to her.” Noah stepped between you and his father before he could get to you first.

“When you get her pregnant and have a little bastard just like you were, you’ll remember me. Noah, you and me, we are the same. You’ll find out.”

They were standing chest to chest, Noah looking down on him with a look that could kill. You saw Noah’s hands turn into fists by his side and you knew if his father is going to push a few more times, he’s going to lose it.

“You need to leave.” you spoke from behind Noah, gently pushing him to the side. “I’m serious, no one wants you here, so please, leave.”

“Who do you think you’re talking to?” he yelled in your face and before you could react, you felt his hands on your shoulders, pushing you away from him. You fell on the carpet next to Noah’s sofa, hitting your thigh against the coffee table.

“You fucker!” you heard Noah, then you stopped listening.

You suddenly felt sick from the situation, so you stayed laying on the carpet and just closed your eyes.

Him and Noah yelled at each other, you heard movements and only hoped they’re not fighting, until the main door closed and suddenly silence took over the apartment.

Noah stood by the door, not capable of moving or talking. He wanted to scream, at his father for being a dick, at you for standing up for him and putting yourself in danger, at himself for letting you come.

“Noah.” he heard your voice behind him, but still didn’t dare to turn around and face you. He was scared, scared that you were hurt, because of him.

“I’m sorry.” was all he managed to say.

You hugged him from behind, laying your head on his back and your hands on his tummy. He wasn’t good at talking and you didn’t expect him to talk about what just happened, you just wanted to hold him.

His head fell down and his breathing became quick, he was holding his tears in until he couldn’t. You felt the tear fall on your hand and then you heard silent sob.

“Oh baby, come here.” you turned his body so he was facing you, you could see the hurt in his red glassy eyes. You grabbed his head and laid it on your shoulder, Noah’s hands made their way around you. He held onto you like never before, he realized that somehow, you’re probably the first stable person in his life.

He cried and you let him. You led both of you towards his couch, still holding him.

You laid down with Noah on top of you. You were consumed by his weight, but you didn't mind at all.

You played with his hair while he laid on your chest, your fingers gently scraping his scalp to calm him down. His hand held onto you like his life depended on it, scared you’ll leave him too and he’ll be all alone. Again.

He cried until he felt like there were no more tears in his body, then he just laid on your chest, grateful for your presence.

“I’m sorry.” he finally managed to say it out loud, his voice hoarse from the crying.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for.” you whispered back. “Do you wanna talk about it?” you knew what his answer was going to be, but you wanted to try.

“Not now, please.”

“Okay, you don’t have to.” silence took over the room again, you continued playing with his hair and he absentmindedly started tracing his fingers on your skin. You were hiding from the world right now, but you could still hear life from outside. Cars, people talking, babies crying or dogs barking down on the busy street.

“Did he hurt you? Are you hurt?” Noah suddenly realized that his father pushed you and you fell. He lifted his head to scan over your face, looking for possible injuries.

“I’m okay, really.” maybe you were starting to feel a bruise forming on your thigh, but that didn’t matter right now.

“Are you sure? Did you hit your head?” Noah looked over your whole body, touched your head to make sure you’re whole and not hurt.

“Calm down Noah, I promise I’m okay.” you held his head and kissed his forehead.

“I’m sorry you had to be there.”

“Stop apologizing, and I asked to be there, so it’s not your fault. Okay?” you heard Noah’s mhm and you knew that that was the best agreement you’re going to get from him.

“Will you stay tonight?” his voice still low, you could hear the fear of you saying no in it.

“Yes.”

After a while you moved to the bathroom, had a shower together. Noah let you wash his hair and his body. You wanted to wash all of today off of him. He let you hug him, hold him, again, while the water was cascading down both of your bodies.

He kissed your shoulder, then your collar bone, then your neck, jaw and finally, your lips. Kissing him felt different, more emotional. You knew he was saying sorry through his kisses, so you let him. When you separated from the kiss, he grabbed your head with both of his hands. His fingers stroked your cheeks in a comfortable way until he said “I’m not in the mood for sex tonight, sorry.”

You had to hold a laugh in you, because you found it funny that he thought you expected sex after everything that just happened.

“Oh Noah, neither am I. I just want to cuddle you all night. Is that okay?” you rubbed your nose along his, leaving a small kiss just at the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah.”

So that’s how your night ended. Your bodies intertwined in Noah’s big bed, you held him until his breath evened out, then you fell asleep too. Before you did, you left a few kisses on his skin, whispering that he’s not alone and he’s not a desolate.

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heart-shaped bandages

pairing: noah sebastian x f!reader

content warnings: mentions of minor injury and blood, reader opens up about sensitive memories, but besides that just fluff!

A/N: this idea came to me from realizing i’ve placed bandages on multiple people but have never gotten the same treatment, so here’s this very self-indulgent thing. this is also inspired by a cheeseburger soup recipe off pinterest.

It was nearing the end of the day. you could see the sun starting to set through the windows, golden light dripping onto the floor and furniture. You and Noah had a relaxed but productive day of curling up on the couch while the rottweiler you two adopted when she was a puppy, Princess, laid in her dog bed on the floor. You spent most of the day corresponding to work emails on your laptop while Noah did his own respective work on his. One of the collaborative playlists you two made together on spotify has been playing on the tv throughout the day. Your legs were draped over his lap, wearing (drowning in) one of his hoodies with sleep shorts and some fuzzy socks. Noah was sporting a similar getup, his own hoodie (that fit properly), black workout shorts, with some Naruto socks.

Once realizing it was starting to get closer to dinner time, you averted your attention away from your laptop to ask him

“Are you getting hungry, bub?”

Noah looked up from his laptop to answer you, his warm eyes meeting your gaze, framed with his glasses since he was looking at a screen all day. 

“A little bit, did you wanna order in or make something?” he asked with a soft smile.

You returned the smile before answering, “I think we have the ingredients to make that soup we like, do you want me to make that?”

His soft gaze perks up, “yeah, that actually sounds really good right now,” his smile grew wider. 

He's always enjoyed your cooking (even if you occasionally burnt the food). Sometimes you even let him help you out, but it usually results in a mini-food fight. Someone “accidentally” gets food on the other, resulting in random bits and pieces of discarded food getting thrown back and forth, ensued by fits of giggles and usually a pot of water boiling over since neither of you were paying attention.

While getting up from your spot on the couch, you assured Noah you didn’t need any help this time, both of you knowing he still had some more work to get done before calling it a day. He reminded you that if you needed anything, he was just a room away. While you always enjoy Noah's company, there is something comforting and tranquil about cooking by yourself, knowing that you’re making something tasty and healthy for your beloved in the next room over. 

Princess followed you into the kitchen, but soon realized her dog bed was more comfortable and made her way back into the living room. You began getting out all the ingredients and utensils needed, putting the broth into a pot to begin boiling on the stove. In the meantime you decided to start cutting the vegetables. Swiftly getting through the carrots and began cutting the celery. However, your attention was immediately drawn away when you heard commotion coming from the living room, followed by a chuckled “oh my god” and rummaging. Unfortunately your body didn’t have the time to react and continued chopping, resulting in you slicing your index finger on the knife. 

“Shit!” you yelped out through gritted teeth. you immediately dropped the knife on the counter to hold your finger in your other hand.

You realized Noah had stopped fixing whatever it was that caused the noise. He immediately rushed to be by your side, basically teleporting to you when he heard your wince. He was quickly followed in by Princess. 

“What happened?” he asked with his brows slightly furrowed and a look of worry in his eyes, immediately drawn to where you were holding your finger.

“It’s nothing, just a cut” 

You tried to ease him since you could tell he was getting more worried once he saw the blood seeping from the wound onto your hands. 

“Sweetheart, you’re bleeding” he responded with a comforting tone but his concern still wavered through. He grabbed your finger to fully inspect the damage.

“It's really nothing bub, I'm just gonna go up to the bathroom to deal with it. I'll be right back.”

But before you could start making your way out of the kitchen, Noah softly grabs your hips to still you and grabs a clean dish rag from the drawer and gently but firmly holds your cut finger with it. You couldn’t form any verbal response to his action, as no one has ever really paid much attention when you accidentally hurt yourself in the recent past. the most prominent memory being when you’d scrape your knee on the cement as a child and your mom would put a Scooby Doo bandaid on it and seal it with a kiss. It also reminded you that you’ve always tried to help others whenever they got an injury, no matter how old they were or how minor the wound was.

While holding your finger with firm pressure to help stop the bleeding, Noah noticed your expression went blank. He pondered on asking you about it, but figured he would bring it up later and continue with the task at hand: fixing you up. 

Noah adjusted his stance from slightly bending to normal height, he places your free hand to hold your wounded finger.

“Keep putting pressure on it” he requests with a soft yet stern tone. He turned the burner off then returned to you. He bent down, one arm under your knees and another supporting your back to pick you up bridal style. This quickly snapped you out of your pensive state. 

“What are you doing?” you asked, confused with the sudden movement of being picked up suddenly.

After making sure he had a stable grip on you, he turned his head slightly to meet your eyes.

“I'm gonna take care of you,” and with that, the melancholic feeling inside mixed with something lighter.

Before you knew it, Noah had already brought you to the second floor of the house, carrying you to the master bathroom. Once inside, he set you on the ground gently and closed the door behind you two so Princess didn’t follow you two in. 

“Sit there, and keep your finger above your heart. It’ll help slow the bleeding,” he stated as he gestured for you to sit on the lid of the toilet seat while he rummaged through the cabinets. Keeping your finger still wrapped in the kitchen rag near your collarbone. You stared at Noah like a curious puppy, waiting to see what he’d pull out. Eventually, he located the large first aid kit from the cabinet, which you forgot was in there. You could only recall where miscellaneous bandages were placed. Noah immediately went into nurse-mode, grabbing everything he thought he would need to help bandage you up, definitely got out more than required for such a minor injury but the action warmed your heart even more. 

As he stood with all the first aid contents laid out on the counter, he softly asked “Can you please come here so I can wash your cut properly?” motioning to the sink. You raised to your feet and made the short distance to the sink. Noah quickly discarded the kitchen rag into the hamper and inspected the cut further before carefully running your finger under the cool water. While you felt cared for, as Noah always made you feel, you knew he still had some work to catch up on and felt this procedure was unnecessary for him to be doing.

“Noah, you really don’t have to do all this. I can handle it by myself” you told him in a hushed tone, even though it was only you two in the house.

“I know you can handle it, but I want to help you.. please let me take care of you darling.” he looked at you with a concerned but loving look, his brows furrowed and a pout he didn’t realize he was doing, but that was all it took for you to fully accept his care. With that, the heartrending feeling inside of you grew even smaller. 

Once Noah believed your wound was clean enough, he carefully dried it with some gauze from the first aid kit. 

“Could you please sit back down for me, love?” he asked sweetly. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies with how loving he was being, a common occurrence between you two. 

He grabbed the ointment then followed to where you sat, kneeling down to meet your height. He was being so careful with you and walked you through each step of the process as if he was an actual healthcare professional. 

“I'm going to apply this to prevent any possible infection, okay?”

You nodded in response, even though you already knew what it was for. He squeezed out the appropriate amount and attentively applied it to the cut, careful not to cause any more pain to you (even though it wasn’t very painful to begin with). When applying the ointment, you noticed he was so focused that his tongue was sticking out of his mouth a tiny bit, causing you to stifle a giggle at how adorable he looked. He was too focused on applying the ointment to notice. 

When he was satisfied with the application, he got up to grab a bandage from the counter. He pulled out a variety of different boxes earlier and looked through them all, trying to find the appropriate size. He eventually landed on one, came back over to you and kneeled down again. after giving you a quick peck to your forehead, he opened up the bandage package. you were expecting a normal beige bandage, but what you didn’t realize was Noah managed to find some Scooby Doo bandaids, similar to the ones your mom used to use for your cuts and scrapes. The realization made you start tearing up, all the memories from childhood aligning with this point in time, the feeling of everything from the past fell into place for this moment with the love of your life.

Noah was still attending to your wound, gently applying the bandage to your finger, making sure the design wasn’t askewed, then sealed it with a kiss. When he looked up, he noticed you were starting to silently cry 

He softly grabbed your face, his own full of worry. He had his other hand still holding your newly bandaged hand. He swept away some of the stray tears.

“What's wrong angel? Did I do something?” he was unsure if he accidentally hurt you enough to cause this. 

“N-no you didn’t do anything.. I’m sorry for crying i-it’s just… where did you find these? I haven't seen them in stores since I was a child.” you quickly rasped out, wiping the tears that refused to stop falling. 

He let out a light chuckle, but it didn’t reach his eyes which were still troubled from your state.

“Kind of an odd story.. Do you remember when we were going through old photos of us when we were kids?”

“Yeah” you squeaked out.

“Well there was one photo of you with a Scooby Doo bandaid on your elbow, I think from when you tried skateboarding and it didn’t end well. but I- uh, I thought it would be cute to get some online for purposes like these.. I'm sorry if it was a bad idea, I can get you a different one if you’d prefer.” 

He quickly got to his feet to turn to the bathroom counter, but you grabbed his hoodie before he could step away. 

“N-no it’s fine. I-I like it.. thank you, Noah”

“Then what’s got you upset?”

“It’s silly really.. it doesn’t matter. I’m all bandaged up so I can continue with dinner an-”

Noah cut you off, “The soup can wait, I wanna know what’s happening up here” . He took the hand that was resting on your cheek and tenderly poked your forehead, then placed it back on your cheek. 

“I saw the look on your face earlier, I just wanna make sure you’re okay, angel.”

“W-well, when you first started taking care of me in the kitchen, I realized that no one has ever really helped me take care of any sort of wounds, not since I was a child at least. But I've had so many instances of taking care of other people, l-like when the guitar string snapped and you got that gash on your hand.. a-and have always just thought it would be nice to receive the same care..” 

“Honey.. that isn’t silly at all. I’m glad I could be the one to take care of you, in fact I enjoyed it minus the fact it involved you getting hurt. I'll take care of you no matter how big or small the injury is. Hell, there doesn’t even need to be an injury. I love caring for you and I love you.”

The tears continued to fall from admitting your “not silly” confession, but they turned to loving tears once you heard Noah's piece about it. 

With a sniffle, you responded “I love you too. Thank you for taking care of me, bub.”

He grabbed your unbandaged hand, and raised you to your feet to engulf you in a hug. With a kiss to your forehead,“Anything for you sweetheart.”

Just then, you heard a loud thud coming from the kitchen, you and Noah quickly turned to run out and down the stairs to see what mischievous act your dog-daughter was up to. You two came entered the kitchen to Princess standing on her hind legs, with her front paws on the kitchen counter eating the celery and carrots with the cutting board on the floor. Thankfully, you dropped the knife in the middle of the island, along with any ingredients that could be dangerous to her (parental instincts). Once noticing you two were there, she immediately got down on the floor and pretended nothing ever happened. Noah went to put the cutting board back on the counter. 

“This reminds me, what was the noise that caused this?” You raised your bandaged finger for emphasis. 

“Oh, Princess rolled over in her dog bed and managed to knock over the side table with her back,” Noah giggled.

You went to the living room to see the damage, Noah following behind. Thankfully, it wasn’t terrible. The table and its contents were still on the floor since Noah rushed into the kitchen before fixing it. You set the table upright while Noah grabbed the scattered remotes and controllers from the floor. As you were putting everything back in its place, you heard another thud from the kitchen and looked over to Noah, who looked at you with the same entertained but slightly annoyed expression. 

“Well, I guess the ingredients for the soup have been stolen by someone” you said amusingly.

“I'll start a delivery order, the usual?”

“Yep.”

ok this was my time doing anything like this so i hope you enjoyed and if you have any feedback let me know!! thanks for reading <3

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Can I request a fic with Chrismd? Something that's angsty and ends in fluff and smut pls <33

hiii, here you go <3 i hope this is to your liking!!

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synopsis: you feel neglected by your boyfriend. so, you take matters into your own hands and he makes up greatly for the hurt he caused you. word count: 2.4k genre: angst, fluff, smut MDNI! warnings: chris comes off as a real bad bf in the beginning i apologise lol, mentions of breaking up, mentions of feeling neglected smut warnings: oral (f receiving), fingering, marking, praise, slight dirty talk (like one line fr), unprotected sex, creampie this was beta-read by the lovely @lovetaroandtaemin, thank you ally dearest <3

dating someone like chris was a challenge sometimes.

not because he wasn’t sweet or kind or wonderful. 

no, chris was all of these things. sweeter and kinder and more wonderful than anyone you had ever met before.

it was just that, sometimes, he wasn’t really present in your relationship. he was on shoots most days, was playing football with his mates, was not home when you came back from your “normal” nine to five. 

you missed him. a lot. and he just wouldn’t listen to you. whenever you brought up wanting to spend more time with him, he would always make up a new excuse as to why he couldn’t - at least not this week. but soon, he’d promise. 

as much as you wished you weren’t, you couldn’t help but be fed up with him and his constant apologies that weren’t any. fine, he’d send flowers to your office or leave a sweet note on your bedside table for when he was doing an overnight shoot for a new footy video. 

it wasn’t enough. no matter how hard you tried to deem it such, you just couldn’t.

which was how you ended up here.

chris had his preferred football field booked for the whole day, and you had decided to look for him there. since he wasn’t coming to you, you might as well go to him. 

it wasn’t chris who spotted you first, but george, his eyebrows shooting up. all of his friends knew you, but none of them had ever really seen you around sets before. 

“y/n?” he jogged over to the fence where you now stood with your hands in the pockets of your warm coat. 

“hi george. uh, any chance there is a break soon and you could call chris over?” you tried a small smile, but failed. george checked your face, trying to see if he could somehow figure out what was going on, but when he couldn’t, he nodded and told you to wait just a bit. 

shifting on your feet, you went over the words in your head again. you hated doing this. hated giving him an ultimatum. you hated him putting you in this situation much more, though. 

“babe?” not even five minutes later, chris hurried over to you, worry spread all over his face. you wished his presence didn’t immediately put you at ease. it would be so much easier if you did not still love him so bloody much. 

“hi. sorry for interrupting your shoot, i just- i really needed to talk to you.” 

chris nodded slowly, finally coming to a halt in front of you, his own hands buried in the pockets of his sports jacket. 

“is everything okay? you’re worrying me, love.” 

you swallowed down the urge to simply tell him you missed him. 

“chris, i-,” you took a deep breath, averting your gaze from his handsome face to the floor, “i don’t think i can go on this way.” 

“what do you mean?” chris’ worry turned into confusion, honest and raw, and you hated it. obviously, he would never even think of you breaking up with him. but then - were you really breaking up?

“i mean, chris, that i can’t do this anymore. not like this. i love you so much, but i rarely ever see you. you aren’t home when i’m home, and you don’t make time for me when i need you to. i miss you every single day, and you- you just,” you sighed, finally bringing yourself to look at him, “and you just continue doing whatever you want and don’t even take a second to think about me, about us. i feel like i don’t matter in this life of yours, that i am not a priority and i- i can’t do that anymore, chris, i can’t feel like this anymore.”

it was safe to say chris had not expected this. his face fell and his heartbeat rose, the cold air around him suddenly suffocating. 

“fuck, y/n.” he breathed out, pulling a hand through his blonde hair, “fuck, i- i’m so sorry, i-,” he didn’t even know where to begin. he wanted to go on his knees and apologise, wanted to turn back time. never had he ever wanted to make you feel this way. he knew he was busy with work, knew his youtube channel was his main priority - but so were you! but, apparently, he had failed at showing you just how much he loved you.

“i don’t want to do this, chris, but i- i need you to change, i need you to put me first, put this relationship first. you told me you want to spend your life with me, so please, spend it with me, chris.”

tears were now welling in your eyes, and chris took one big step, his hands finding their familiar place on your face.

“oh my love, i am so fucking sorry,” he wiped away the first tear that spilled with his thumb, shaking his head, “you’re right, i wasn’t- i wasn’t the best or even a good boyfriend these past few months. i took you for granted. i took us for granted, my love, and i am so beyond sorry. of course i want to spend my life with you, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” his thumbs caressed your cheeks and the sincerity in his eyes just made more tears well up. 

“chris,” you sniffed, interrupted only by him leaning down and pressing his lips against yours.

“i’m sorry. i will do better; i promise i will.” 

he kissed you again, and you felt relief wash over you. while it did still hurt a little that it had to come to this for him to really understand, you gladly accepted his words and kissed him back, your cold fingers finding their way into the curls at his nape. 

kissing him felt like home, felt like warm honey in ginger tea, felt like a blanket wrapped around you on a cold winter day. chris was your everything, your heart and your soul, your now and your forever. 

“let me tell the guys i’m taking you home. we were almost finished anyway.” he parted from you, his eyes sparkling, and you nodded, smiling lovingly up at him. 

“okay.” you said, slightly giggling when he pressed another kiss to your cheek before hurrying off to his friends, telling them the shoot was gonna end earlier. all of them were happy to go home, and chris’ team was kind enough to offer packing everything by themselves so he could be with you. apparently, they had all kind of seen the spectacle. 

chris and you went home then. the whole way, your fingers were intertwined. and even when he unlocked the door to your shared home, he wouldn’t let go. 

you didn’t let the possibility of him acting this way just for tonight cloud your mind. you felt it, felt him realising what he could lose if he didn’t put more effort into your relationship. 

when he kissed you, his fingers were still laced between yours. just that his other hand was now on your cheek, cradling it lovingly as the kiss deepend. his tongue carefully entered your mouth, licking against your tongue. electricity shot through your body right then, just like it always did. chris’ touches still felt like they did the first time; exciting and new and addictive. 

your arms found their way around his neck, knowing this kiss wasn’t going to end anytime soon and would most likely transform into something the two of you hadn’t done in quite some time. 

being this close to him again, feeling his heart beating against yours - it almost brought tears of happiness to your eyes.

chris’ kisses wandered from your lips down to your neck, and he led you into the bedroom, your shoes and coats left by the door. you let out a whine when he sucked on your skin, when his fingers dug into your nape. his only response was a chuckle. if anything, chris was a tease, but right now he was eager to get you onto the bed, eager to get your clothes off and to show you just how much you actually meant to him. how sorry he was and how he was going to make it all up to you. 

even without the words being spoken, you knew the second you were on your back with your boyfriend kissing down your body, your sweater and shirt and falling off your body and onto the floor. next was your bra, his lips worshipping your bare breasts, your nipple stiff against his nimble tongue. arching your back against him, his hands shoving down your jeans and panties in one go, leaving you naked and waiting for him to take what was his. 

“you’re so beautiful, you are perfect, and you are mine.you  will forever be mine, love.” his breath was hot against your belly, and you could only respond with a moan. there was nothing that could ever come close to the feeling of chris between your legs, of him tracing his fingers along your sensitive skin, the inside of your thighs becoming his canvas and his lips becoming the brush. marking you the way he did when you first got together as if to make everyone aware you were his - even when he was the only one who saw them. 

“oh chris,” your fingers found the top of his head, nails slightly digging into his scalp when he leaned down further, his lips still on your skin, sucking until you cried out, another breathy chuckle hitting your core. you were aching you needed him to touch you, to love you, to-

his tongue licked against your swollen bundle of nerves, your hips jerking forward and a gasp escaping you. chris wasn’t patient today. not anymore at least. he licked over your folds, nose bumping against your clit, his forefinger finding its way to your dripping entrance. 

“missed this so much.” his voice was raspy, feeling heavenly against your folds as his finger pushed into you inch by inch. oh, how much you had missed him, missed his touch, how he felt inside of you. how he instantly knew what to do, where your sweet spots were. chris was your perfect counterpart in every way.

chris continued to fuck his finger into you, slowly at first, but with every passing second he sped up, opening you up for him. his tongue licked circles around your clit, leaving you a breathless mess on the sheets. both your hands were clawing into his hair and you let out a deep moan when he pulled his finger out, only to push in with one more. scissoring them inside of you, knuckles deep and right where you needed them. your tummy tightened, toes curling, the delicious feeling of release suddenly so close. 

“are you gonna come for me, darling?” chris kissed your bud, smirking up at you, his own arousal getting more and more pressing. while he watched you nodding desperately, he moved his free hand to shove down his own trousers and briefs, freeings his erection. 

“god, chris, don’t stop.” your hips were basically riding chris’ face by now, chasing your first high of the night. chris was more than willing to give you anything you wanted. and when he pushed into you the next time, you felt the tightness within you snap, a flush of pleasure washing over you and cries of chris’s name leaving your lips as you enjoyed every second of the intense orgasm. chris led you through it, fingers hard at work and tongue licking over every bit of cum you had gifted him. 

“so good for me. my perfect girl, i love you so much.” chris’ lips moved up, fingers leaving your still throbbing core. he trailed kisses up your body, over your tummy and chest and finally back to your lips, a heated kiss erupting between the two of you. your own taste was on your tongue, and you pulled him closer, hands eagerly moving to the hem of his shirt. he was quick to rip it off, his bare defined chest making you bite down on your lip.

“i missed you so much.” your words made his heart break a little again, reminding him of the pain he caused you. he dipped forward, kissing you again with every bit of remorse he felt. oh, how badly he wanted to take back the hurt he caused you. how badly he wanted to heal the wound that had opened up between you two. he loved you so much, and he hated how he had treated you.

“i love you, i love you so fucking much.” 

his hand grabbed his cock, jerking it off a few times before aligning it with your cunt, pushing in quick and perfect as your legs wrapped around his waist. the long moan you let out was like music to chris’ ears. 

his first thrust was slow but deep, and your whole body tingled. nails dragged along his muscular back, his hips beginning to move fully now. slowly, deeply. driving you crazy. all while his lips chased yours, tongue and teeth and spit mixing together, making both of you feel hot all over. your breath melted into one just like your hearts did and with every second that passed, chris lost more and more of his control. his thrusts became quicker and harder, and both of your moans stopped you from kissing. 

“want you to come inside me, chris, will you please?” 

“fuck, of course i will. whatever you want, baby.” 

fucking you even quicker, his head thrown back, chris knew it wasn’t going to be long until he fulfilled your wish. when you clenched around him, his name like a prayer on your lips when his cock threatened to bring you over the edge any second - that’s when chris felt his own release. burying his cock as deeply into you as humanly possible, he let it wash over him - ropes of white hot cum released within your clenching walls, your second climax hitting you hard, milking chris’ cock for all he could give you. 

“i love you, i love you so much,” he kept on whispering into your ear as he fucked both of you through the highs, finally collapsing on top of you. chests heaving, you let your fingers caress his slightly marked back, feeling a sense of pride when you felt the traces you had left. he was yours. forever and always.

“i love you too, chris.” you finally whispered back, and when he kissed you this time, you fully believed everything was going to be okay.

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

Okay hear me out…

Jade west x sunshine reader for their first Valentine’s Day together. Jade wants to go all out for r, but she slightly over does it, but r doesn’t care, she’s just to mesmerized that Jade went out of her way to do this for her and in return, she gets Jade a pair or gold scissors. Maybe some scissoring after😏. Anygays…

Lots of love,

~🌱

Dinner First

|| Jade West x fem!sunshine!reader

|| Warnings; hinted at smut at the end if you read between the lines, Jade rushing to plan a perfect Valentines Day, Jade and Tori drama, Cat being Cat, brief swearing, Jade threatens Tori

|| Summary; when Valentines Day rolls around, Jade feels under prepared. Somehow... she managed to pull it off.

Requests open!

Started; February 19th

Finished; February 19th

Note; ANYGAYS loll i love that 😭🙏

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Valentines Day.

The one day a year where Jade had the excuse to go all out. She wasn't much for love gestures, but she'd make the exception today. For you.

Only problem... because she doesn't do stuff like this a lot, she wasn't even sure what to do for you. Tori, annoyingly, insisted on helping her.

"Oh! Oh! What if you took her to that new sushi place?" Tori suggested, Jade rolled her eyes. She had been thinking about doing that, but since Tori suggested it... she wasn't going to do it.

"Lame and basic, next," Jade sat on the stairs in the main school hallway, Cat next to her and Tori standing. Cat's eyes lit up and she raised her hand, Jade gave her a questioning look but when Cat didn't speak up she sighed," yes, Cat?"

"I just wanted to see how long I could hold my arm up, look it's still going!" Cat giggled. The other two girls shared a look of equal confusion.

"Ugh, why does this have to be so difficult?" She didn't think it would be this hard to figure out something you would like. You liked everything. That's just how you were, stupidly happy and lover of everything. But Jade wanted this day to be perfect for you. Something with some thought put behind it, something more than just a simple table reservation.

"There you are!" Jade froze when she heard your voice. Damn it, she still needed a little more time to plan things. She felt your arms wrap around her from behind and your lips on the side of her head," I got you something."

Oh no. You already had stuff together.

You placed a box into Jade's lap," what'd you get me?"

You laughed at that and shook your head, tapping the red box," I'm not giving any hints."

She rolled her eyes at that, but opened the gift. You'd gotten her... golden scissors? Now she really felt empty handed," oh my God! These are so cool." Jade took them out with a smirk, Tori instinctively took a step back.

"Those look... sharp. What'd you get Y/N, Jade?" Leave it to Tori to put Jade in an annoying situation. Jade shot her a glare before looking at you, quickly coming up with something in her head.

"Your gifts come later, you're gonna love them," she felt bad lying, especially after you looked so happy. Luckily, she was saved by the bell and the fact that you guys had different classes.

"I can't wait!!" You gave her a quick kiss and skipped off.

Jade glared at Tori again," I'm gonna kill you."

"No, you won't!" Tori teased, but didn't calculate that Jade would chase her to their drama class.

Cat was still on the stairs, holding up her arm," I'm still going, guys!!"

By some absolute miracle, Jade managed to pull things together pretty damn well. With some extra help.

She may not have gotten a reservation, but Tori let her turn her house into a temporary fancy restaurant. Having decorated the space in roses, rose petals, candles, all the classic romantic valentines day stuff.

"Wow. It looks like Cupid threw up in your living room," Jade commented, looking at the setup with folded arms.

"Is that... good?" Tori was a little confused, especially when Jade didn't acknowledge her question.

When you knocked on the door, her eyes widened," everyone OUT!"

They didn't need to be told twice. Especially when it came to Jade. The crew bolted for Tori's back door, hurrying out. Jade sighed, she hated having to use Tori's place but it was a better option than her own house.

Taking a breath, she grabbed the bundle of flowers and chocolate she had left by the door. Jade opened the door for you, being met immediately with a hug and a kiss from you.

"I'm so excited," you were practically vibrating, to which she couldn't help but laugh and rest her free hand on your shoulder.

"I can see that. Here," Jade handed you the flowers and chocolates and your cheeks flushed. She managed to get you your favourite chocolate, proving to you that she does pay attention.

"Thank you.. you look stunning," you'd just realized the dress that Jade had on and it could only be described as perfect. She looked absolutely gorgeous and you had a hard time keeping your thoughts together. Dinner first.

"That's supposed to be my line," she admired your outfit. Wondering how in the hell she managed to get so fucking lucky. You were just... wow. She was having a hard time keeping her eyes to yours.

You laughed and smiled, taking Jade's hand as she led you into Tori's house. Everything was decked out. You were beyond mesmerized by the amount of work Jade clearly put into this. Thinking she must have planned this weeks in advance. It was perfect.

Noticing how quiet you'd gotten worried Jade. A quiet you was a rare thing. She glanced back at you just as she pulled your chair from the table," it isn't too much, is it?"

"No- no no no- God, no!" You said quickly, seeing the look of embarrassment taking over on your girlfriend," it's absolutely... amazing. I love it. I love you."

Jade relaxed and pulled you in for a kiss, to which you happily responded. Setting your flowers and chocolates to the table," I love you, too." Jade murmured against your lips.

She made sure to give you a Valentines Day you definitely wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon. The whole night was incredible in more ways than one...

[bonelyheartsclub]

♡ Rus - Valentine's One-Shot ♡

Written by @/justsamwich

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Your heart was pounding in your chest, keeping time to the music that played from your phone as you looked over your appearance one final time. Whatever it was that Rus had planned for the two of you, he’d been awfully careful about keeping it a surprise. In fact, the only thing he’d been willing to tell you was that you needed clothes you could move in, which was… vague. And, knowing your boyfriend, perhaps a bit ominous. Before your mind could wander too far down that trail of thought, there was a knock at your door. Despite the nerves, you smiled as you hurried to answer the door. 

“H-Heya, sweet pea.” There Rus was, standing at your door with a light dusting of purple already on his cheekbones. He held out a heart shaped box of chocolates and, fittingly, a sprig of small, pink flowers. Sweet peas. 

“Hi, Rus.” You answered, “Are those for me?” Even though you knew the answer already, it was cute to see the way he puffed up a little, clearly proud of his gifts. 

“Of course, only the best for my valentine, after all.” He boasted. You giggled and took the gifts. Rus waited for you to put them away and collect your things before you came back to the door. Then, he gestured dramatically to his moped. “Our chariot awaits!” “Not so fast, you haven’t opened your gift yet!” You chided the skeleton, holding out a small box. He looked a bit surprised that you’d gotten him something, but nonetheless grateful as he took the box from you. You bit your lip as he opened the box, hoping he would like it. He pulled out the bracelet, colorful charms meant to look like ferris wheel carts hung off the chain, swinging back and forth. He was quiet for a few moments. “This is- I mean, I love it. Thank you.” Rus stammered, already fidgeting awkwardly to try and put the bracelet on by himself. “It’s so cute! And I-I mean- how did you even find something like this?!” You laughed a bit, stepping closer to help him with the clasp. 

“I have my ways,” You teased with a wink, “and we have plans today, right?”

“Right!” He agreed, straightening up a bit. “Are you ready now?” There was a teasing lilt to his voice that made your smile widen just a bit. You took his hand in your own and gave it a little squeeze.  

“I am now.”

Despite the sunny weather, there was still a bit of a chill to the February air as the two of you rode through the city, and you found yourself holding onto your boyfriend a little tighter in an attempt to preserve your warmth. He must have noticed, because he looked back a bit to reassure you that your destination wasn’t far. 

It was only as he pulled in to park that you realized where he’d brought you. The diner was as cozy now as it had been on your first date- maybe even a bit cozier, with the decorations they’d put up for Valentine’s Day. You took off your helmet and passed it to him, and he stowed it next to his beneath the seat. 

“Surprise.” Rus spoke softly, his hand resting on the small of your back as he started to lead you toward the door. “Or- Well, surprise number one?” He added a little conspiratorial ‘nyeh-he-he’ at the end. You rolled your eyes, but it made you happy to see him so confident. He’d certainly come a long way since you’d met- or since your first date. 

The inside was decorated even more cutely than what had been visible from the windows. Sparkly tinsel hearts in a variety of pinks and reds held menus at each table, and a number of plush valentines toys from over the years stood sigil on the walls that separated the booths. Despite the changes, the diner still held its uniquely 70s themed charm that had drawn the two of you to it in the first place; the walls and chairs were a variety of bright colors that just barely bordered on neon, perhaps to match with the lighting over the bar. 

As you and Rus were led back to a table, you realized that most of the couples in the diner were a good bit older. You didn't mind, and it seemed like Rus didn’t either, especially since it meant the place had a more peaceful, quiet atmosphere. You figured it was probably less overstimulating for him this way. “This was a good idea.” You praised him, delighting in the way it made him smile in just a way so that it reached his eye sockets. Tearing your eyes away from the sight to look at the menu was a difficult task. “Honestly, every time we come in I wonder why we don’t come here more often, but then… Well, it feels nice coming here on special occasions.” 

“Yeah, I get what you mean.” Rus agreed, pausing for a moment to order drinks for the two of you. You softened a little, resting your chin on a hand as you set your menu aside. Sometimes he really made you wonder if he could read your mind. The staring made him flush a little as he looked back at you. He cleared his throat before continuing. “You know- I think last time we were here, you said almost the exact same thing. It’s cute.”

“That’s-” A familiar warmth flooded across your face, and you fought the urge to cover up your blushing. “So not fair.” He chuckled, giving you a smug grin without a hint of remorse for his teasing. Stars, you really were head over heels for him. 

With the arrival of your drinks came your opportunity to place your orders, and shortly after that, your food. Rus had insisted on your very first date that a good meal was best shared over a good puzzle or game, and so, as was tradition at this point- the two of you took alternating turns trying to solve the peg board puzzle at your table. Once it had been solved, the two of you would issue the other challenges to make it a bit more difficult. Or, in some cases, impossible. Usually, Rus would catch you in an impossible puzzle, but it was satisfying to turn the tables every so often. And the look of surprise on his face always gave you a good laugh. 

With lunch out of the way, the two of you headed back towards his moped. And then… walked right past it? You gave your boyfriend a puzzled look.

“Ah. We could drive, if it’s too cold for you.” Rus offered, “But we’re only about a block or so from the next surprise. There’s a park we can cut through right around the corner.” “A walk sounds nice, actually.” You decided, linking your arm with his.

The two of you turned into the park. It was just a few small hills littered with playground equipment and paved trails. You could tell it wasn’t quite as lush as it usually was when springtime rolled around, with the trees still devoid of most of their leaves. It was still very pretty, though. More than anything, what caught your attention was that the hills were covered in clover, not grass. You considered bringing Rus back here once it got a little denser, and telling him about how humans like to look for four-leafed ones. 

In a matter of minutes, he’d led you to your destination: a roller skating rink! From the outside it was unassuming. In fact, if it hadn’t been for the giant roller skate logo next to the word ‘SKATE ZONE’ you might not have realized what it was. Rus wasted no time in escorting you inside and renting skates for the two of you. He seemed really excited, judging from his smile and the way he kept sneaking glances at you. You gave him the best smile you could muster up with your nerves going haywire. 

They continued to spark more anxiety in you as the pair of you went to the edge of the rink and sat down to lace on your skates. Even more so as Rus finished up and got to his feet with practiced ease, offering you a hand. He looked as confident on the skates as he did on solid ground- maybe even moreso. You’d finished getting the skates on; all you had to do was take his hand, but…

“I’ve never gone roller skating,” You blurted out rather clumsily, looking up to meet his eyelights. “I-I’ve never been, and I’m really nervous that I’m gonna embarrass us both.” Rus chuckled, moving to sit back down beside you. 

“Gingersnap, you’re not going to embarrass us. Or me, anyway, I can promise that.” He attempted to comfort you, and you gave him a pouty look. “W-What I mean is, when I was learning to skate, I humiliated myself tons of times. We’re talking some pretty spectacular failures. Like, lucky my skull is still attached-”

“Okay, okay, I think I’m getting the picture.” You cut him off, laughing a bit. “And I’ll be holding your hand the whole time.” Rus reassured, leaning in to press his teeth to your forehead in his equivalent of a kiss. “I won’t let you get anywhere close to anything that bad.” When he put it that way, the panicky energy that had been working overtime in your brain finally started to die down some. 

Taking advantage of the moment, you slowly and clumsily worked your way up onto your feet. You’d wanted to offer him a hand, like he had offered you earlier, but you started to roll back a bit. Before you had the chance to panic, Rus caught you, one arm wrapped around your waist firmly to help you steady yourself. Once you were stable, he slowly switched to just holding your hand. The first movements you took were awkward and clunky- your body still trying to walk, rather than skate. “Hold on, don’t lift your feet so much. Try and push yourself along- and lean into it a little.” Rus instructed, trying his best to demonstrate without leaving your side. You watched him for a few moments, stiffly replicating his motions until you were able to move a bit more comfortably. You were slow at first, but he didn’t seem to mind, allowing you to set the pace as you found a rhythm that allowed you to pick up a bit more speed. Every once in a while you wobbled a bit, your grip tightening to what you were sure was crushing his hand. You felt a bit bad, even if the skeleton hadn’t said anything. You tried to let go, but he quickly took your hand again. 

“Nope, this is mine now.” He teased. You rolled your eyes. Before you got the chance to retort, the lights began to dim, replaced instead with a rainbow of multicolored spots that danced along every surface in the skating rink. The music got louder, too. The modern pop was exchanged for some cheesy 80s funk tunes, and Rus’ face lit up. “Oh man, we gotta dance to this!”

“We have to what?!” You yelped, legs suddenly feeling as unstable as they’d been when you’d first started. “Oh no, no no no. You can dance-”

“Trust me, sweet pea.” Rus chuckled, very slowly turning you in a spin. It didn’t exactly match the cadence of the music, but it was nice that he kept you at your pace. “I think you can, but if you don’t want to, you don’t have to.” You shook your head. 

“I think I’d rather see what you can do without having to lug me around,” You joked, “Besides, it’d be nice to take a break.” Rus nodded, helping you get to a wall and settle comfortably before moving a little distance away to have room to dance. 

He was… too good at this. With no hesitation at all he spun around and skated backwards in a pseudo-moonwalk; all the while he kept one hand firmly planted on his hip, the other pointing to the ceiling and crossing his torso to point to the floor in big goofy gestures. You had no idea where he learned to move like that, but it was as entertaining as it was endearing. His other (self described) “sick moves” featured the robot, the sprinkler, and quite possibly the worst take on the worm you’d ever seen. Apparently that was where whoever had been responsible for the music change drew the line, because things went back to normal after that. 

The two of you spent a while longer simply skating around, Rus even talking you into letting him pull you along as he raced a few laps as fast as he could. By the time the two of you were leaving your cheeks were sore from smiling so much, your legs were sore from all of the skating, and your stomach was… uncertain about the nachos you’d shared. Rus offered a shortcut back to the moped, which you gratefully accepted, and before long the two of you were back at the skeleton home. 

“H-Hey, um… I know it’s getting kinda late, and we’ve had a bit of a longer day that I planned, but I do have one more surprise, if you’re up for it?” Rus offered as he put your helmets away. He seemed somewhat nervous, judging from the way he avoided looking directly at you. You swore he was already blushing, and the anticipation of whatever could have him in this state won out over your exhaustion. 

“Rus, I’ve had an amazing day. I’d be so bummed if I didn’t see it all the way through to the end.” Your answer seemed to reignite his confidence, a big smile lighting up his face as he excitedly took your hand and started to lead you to the backyard. “Oop- okay!” You laughed, barely managing to wave at a few of the others as you passed by. Rus stopped hard at the back door, and you bumped into his back. He gave you a bit of an apologetic look. 

“Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” Rus carefully took your face in his hands, looking you over for any sign of injury. He seemed satisfied to find there wasn’t any. “Do you mind closing your eyes for me? I don’t want you to see anything before I get it going properly.”

“Alright,” You agreed, closing your eyes. “Just don’t let me trip over anything.”

“I won’t, I promise.” Rus agreed, his hands leaving your cheeks to meet yours, carefully guiding you into the backyard. Slowly, he sat you down on what felt like a blanket. It was quiet for a few moments. 

“Rus?” You called, wondering if he’d left for some reason. 

“I’m right here. Keep ‘em closed for just one more minute…” He was… typing? Did he have his laptop? Why did he have his- Before you got the chance to ask, a familiar song began to play. The two of you listened to it frequently, you’d told him how much you loved it on your first date. 

“Can I open them?”

“Go ahead.” Rus hummed, setting his laptop aside to scoot closer to you and drape an arm over your shoulders. When you opened your eyes, you were met with a brilliant display of lights dancing across the backyard. All hearts and inside jokes, and simply things that looked pretty. And all of it synced to a playlist that he’d compiled during your time together. You didn’t dare speak, afraid of missing some small detail that he’d painstakingly programmed into the light show. No, you waited until it was over. The grand finale came with a much slower song, one that had made you think of him, but that was a detail you’d never confessed. 

“This song makes me think of you,” He admitted, cheekbones dusted with that familiar shade of purple. You glanced over at him for a moment, and he just chuckled and pointed back at the lights. 

‘I <3 U!’ 

“I love you too, Rus.” You laughed a little, practically tackling the skeleton to the ground in a hug. He held onto you so tightly you thought he might never let go. Not that you really wanted him to, anyway.

[see-arcane]

Welp. Been a minute. Overdue for an update.

So.

The Depressing Bit

Going to go ahead and rip off the band-aids quick.

First off, I passed my one-year laidoffiversary a couple weeks back. Still no new job despite applying every day of the week for the past year. A lot of dead-end interviews. Three times as many scams and I don’t dare guess how many entirely false job openings posted by companies who were never hiring in the first place, but wanted the positions out in the open to scare their actual employees with the threat of being easily replaced and to look good to investors with the illusion of growth. So there’s that.

Then, while doing my taxes, I came to a fun little revelation.

You know my novella The Vampyres, ala eBook and paperback? Had its birthday last year, March 15th. As I plugged in my earnings from that book from Draft 2 Digital’s doc, I discovered I'd made a grand total of $278 from it over the course of 2024. Cool.

I paid $275 to purchase the ISBNs (International Standard Book Numbers) for the eBook and paperback respectively, and a barcode. Which would mean that I made approximately $3 in profit from The Vampyres after a year.

Except I also spent $25 on a ‘change token’ with Draft 2 Digital because I had to make an alteration to the book's interior.

Meaning I spent $300 total on self-publishing this book. And have so far made back $275 of it.

…

Still glad I did it. Still glad a few folks might someday come across it and enjoy the read. But it’s…yeah. Kind of a glum revelation with March 2025 coming up.

Still job hunting. Still writing. Still hoping and going.

Anyway.

New Stuff

Ko-Fi

Added a couple new options in with the doodles and fancier art bits if you want to take a gander.

Substack (For Now)

While I’ve been posting my chapter updates on my Substack for a bit, and my stuff is still going up there for the foreseeable future, I’m going to start shopping around for an alternative platform. Not a big fan of how Substack is apparently buddying up to Elongated Muskrat and his specific idea of ‘freedom of speech.’ The main things I’m looking for is a lack of price tag and easy usability. I’ll let everyone know if/when I make the switch to something better.

StoryGraph

The Vampyres is on StoryGraph (and so am I). I’d appreciate you leaving any reviews on there rather than Goodreads, the latter being one of Amazon’s Bezos Babies. Really, nice reviews anyplace where books are picked up will help, but do consider a hop to StoryGraph in particular.

Merchandise

One of my New Year’s Resolutions is finally setting up shop with a little merch. I want to make stationery and possibly some novelty mugs* as things to start with. I’m browsing around for a good manufacturer and shipping combo option while trying to 100% avoid Shopify or affiliated sites. Not real keen on them being fine with selling Nazi and MAGA merch. (Frankly not keen on how dodging Nazi infiltration has become a rote part of trying to ~Sell Myself~, but here we are.)

I’ll post prospective product pics once I have something solid. Cross your fingers for me.

*The mugs are mostly for me as I have a devastating addiction to charming drinkware. But I guess you guys can have some too.

???

I don’t really have anything salient to put here. I’m mostly just grateful to all my friends out there in the Internet abyss for sticking around and making all this feel a little less lonely. Thank you.