#response i get from others and the joy it brings ME’ and ‘hey i’m pretty good at this let me see if i can make a living off it’

[aturnoftheearth]

people in the sims 4 modding community are fightinggggggg bc one of the build cc creators is paywalling their stuff for months before releasing it for free to the public when most cc creators range from like. 2 weeks to a month?? anyway it’s a fight to the death between people who say anyone having a problem with it should just make their own and is automatically entitled and get ur bag know ur worth etc and people who say yeah sure but don’t be so rude to people asking why you’re releasing holiday content to the public in february. anyway i see elements of both sides so im watching the arguing like a cat watching christmas tree ornaments

[scintillasofbeomgyu]

ᯓ★ from me to you — chapter seven: while you were sleeping

pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader. genres: slice of life, social media au, body swap, fluff, angst. wc: 2,1k. warnings: language, anxiety, killing (humorously). an: sorry for the long wait! i hope you enjoy~

You remember reading somewhere that most dreams windows into the subconscious. They were like tools that the mind used to bring to the fore our innermost hopes, desires and fears.

You remember thinking how unfair it seemed; that other people got to have these things buried so far away they emerged only in the clutches of deep sleep.

You didn’t dream much after moving to Seoul. Mainly because you didn’t sleep much in the first place, but partly also because your innermost hopes, desires and fears always seemed to prance around you in broad daylight, with mocking expressions that seemed to scream: Here we are! What are you going to do about it?

When you did dream, your dreams were never really dreams at all either, but they were the seasonal reruns — the omnibus of troubling memories that you could not escape no matter how far you ran.

But tonight – tonight was different.

Tonight, it seems your subconscious believed you deserving of a break – a reward for all the anguish it puts you through otherwise.

“You have to answer us honestly, okay?” Yeonjun, the idol of the literal decade, your self-proclaimed bestie and role model, says with his eyebrows and lips set in seriousness. His eyes dart between you and Kai. “I promise we won’t freak out.”

You nod resolutely and they scoot closer to you with indecipherable expressions. Raising your eyebrows, you lean toward them in intrigue. “What is it?” you whisper.

Kai looks at Yeonjun, then takes a breath. “Who do you think is more handsome?”

You blink, registering the question, before gasping in shock. You smack their shoulders playfully. “How could you ask me such a thing? It’s not right! You’re both extremely handsome, like models – princes – angels! How could I possibly choose?”

They scream and fall back into the bed, cringing in embarrassment. “That’s just too much! Way too much!” Yeonjun cries through his hands.

“Seriously, Hyung,” Kai grimaces, rubbing the chill in his arms, “how did you get drunk enough to say such disturbing things.”

Their pink, blushing faces resemble the fluffy marshmallows you enjoyed as a kid, and it makes you laugh with joy. This is the best dream you’ve ever had. You’re unsure what your subconscious is trying to tell you with it, but you know you’re going to get Dr. Kim on the phone and ask if he had changed your prescription without you knowing and then thank him for it.

“Hey,” you pout and cross your arms, glaring at Kai, “I may not be as pretty as you, but I’m still your Noona, not your Hyung. And your Noona doesn’t drink.” Kai shudders in response.

“Seriously, you have to tell us what you drank last night,” Yeonjun shakes his head in amusement. His smile falters, then he crawls into the space next to you and links his arm with yours, resting his head on your shoulder. It feels so warm and comforting and real that your heart could burst. “I know you’re disappointed about the demo, but drinking this much is dangerous. At least let us come with you next time.”

You frown in confusion, turning to him. “What are you talking about? What demo? And I swear I didn’t drink,” you say, crossing your heart with one hand and holding up the other in solemn vow.

You try and think back to what actually did happen last night. “I guess moving into this new environment made me a little anxious, so I decided to take a walk. I… got a call from home that made it a little worse, and then I bumped into this really rude guy in the elevator. I was walking to the convenience store to get a red bean ice cream… and then I took my anxiety medication and I fell asleep on the couch?” you say, thoughts beyond that jumbled, and a nagging feeling at the edge of your mind calling on you to take another look.

“Anxiety medication?”

You find Yeonjun and Kai regarding you with eyes that swim with surprise, confusion, and deep worry.

“No, no!” you say quickly, waving your hands in hopes to draw them out of concern. “It’s not that bad! I mean, I can’t help that I have it, and it is a hindrance when I try and carry on with my life as per normal, but I’m fine. Let me show you the results of my last consultation.” you reach into your pockets for your phone, but find them empty. Your brows furrow in confusion.

For the first time, you scan your surroundings.

Instead of the tangerine walls you painted last night, you find yourself in a plain white room. Instead of your posters, the walls are bare. All the furniture and bedding in the room is black, save for a big canvas by the wardrobe with a big cherry blossom tree painted on it.

You begin to feel nervous, the events of the night before becoming more and more blurred. You remember the elevator and the convenience store and the sofa, but you also remember the sound of running water and the feeling of cold, wet clothes sticking to your body.

There is a sharp pain in your chest. You groan and grip your chest. Yeonjun and Kai rush to grab your arms.

“Hey, Beomgyu, are you alright?”

You force yourself up to reassure them, but eye Soobin’s black bomber jacket draped over a chair in the room, the one you remember slipping before stepping out last night. Hurrying over to it, the strong emotions you���re experiencing eases momentarily.

You search for your phone, but the pockets are also empty – except for a fumbled paper in one of them. When you unfurl it, you find it is a referral letter for Dr. Kim. You sigh in relief, but it comes too soon. Your hands begin to tremble as your eyes gloss over the patient’s name on the referral.

Choi Beomgyu.

Confusion, panic and fear grip your mind and you lean against the chair for support. Yeonjun snatches the paper out of your hands.

“What is this?” Yeonjun gulps, “You said Seungcheol-hyung’s tests only reflected an iron deficiency. What is this Beomgyu?” He says, looking at you with disappointment thickening his voice.

You shake your head. “Me? Beomgyu? No, you’re confused. I am (Y/n). And this is a dream.” Yet it all feels so real.

“Hyung,” Kai sighs, “Enough.”

“Look, I –”

You freeze.

Across from where you stand is a long, full-body mirror against the wall. In the mirror, where you should be standing, is Beomgyu. Your idol who you love so dearly, the reason you are motivated to strive for your dreams, is staring back at you with a face that should be yours.

When you walk, he walks.

When you frown, he frowns.

When you scream, so does he.

Yeonjun and Kai jump with surprise and you smack your hand over your mouth. Why do I sound like that?

Your fingers scour your face, pulling your cheeks and running though your hair. Eyes wide with disbelief, you turn to the two men beside you.

“Th-this isn’t a dream? This is real? You’re – real? Th-that,” you say, pointing a shaky finger to your reflection, “is me?”

“Dude,” Kai groans, dragging his fingers across his face in frustration. “Have you lost it? Of course that’s you.”

Yeonjun considers the referral one more time, then looks between you and Kai. “Maybe this is a result of the anxiety? Or the medication? You should have told us, Beomgyu.”

The hurt in his eyes sends a pang of guilt to your heart. “I’m sure he– I mean, I had a reason. He– I mean, I am not the kind of person that would keep it from you with bad intentions. Promise.”

They don’t look very convinced, but before you can answer, there is a banging at the door.

Yeonjun and Kai frown at one another, then their eyes widen. You arch a brow at them.

“Shit! Today’s schedule!”

Your face falls.

You had a feeling waking up in your bias’s body was just the beginning of your problems.

***

Beomgyu howls in pain as Taehyun hoists him into a room in the apartment, closing and locking the door behind him. His gut twists in fear.

“What the hell is going on here? Who are you people and why are you in my apartment?” he yells, waving a finger at Taehyun. He clutches his throat and frowns, coughing to clear his voice.

Taehyun rubs the back of his neck and sighs. “Why don’t you take a good look around you and try again.”

Beomgyu rolls his eyes, but when he observes the environment his eyes widen. Large posters of his face are stuck against orange-colored walls instead of his white ones. At one corner of the room is what looks like a shrine: a framed photo of him is hanging off the wall, surrounded by photocards and fan-site photos, on a shelf of albums and a glass case holding a lightstick.

“We are not in your apartment. You are in ours.”

“Oh my God!”

Taehyun nods regretfully and gives him an apologetic smile. “Yeah, I know. I don’t know how –”

“You’re fucking sasaengs!” He screams, grabbing the closest thing to him – a hairbrush – and holding it like a weapon. “I swear to God, if you don’t let me go right now, I’ll call the police and sue you all into Hell!”

Beomgyu fishes in his pocket for his phone, but pulls out one that is very unfamiliar to him. The screen is cracked up, and the transparent cover it is in holds a polaroid of his face at the back.

Taehyun squeezes his eyes shut and sighs heavily. When he takes a look around himself, his shoulders drop in embarrassment. “Okay, wait. I know how this looks, but I swear it’s not what you think.”

“Oh yeah sure,” Beomgyu scoffs, tossing the phone onto the bed behind him and tightening his hands around the brush handle, “tell that to the six foot body pillow with my face on it!”

Taehyun considers the monstrosity against (Y/n)’s wardrobe and pinches the bridge of his nose as his ears burn red. “Yup, that’s fair.”

“I can’t believe this is the type of friend Yeonjun-hyung has! And aren’t you a doctor? You should be stripped of your license! I’ll see to it personally — my brother is a doctor and—”

“Excuse me?” Taehyun’s expression darkens. “You can threaten my life, and that of the person who’s room this is, but if you threaten my years of hardwork, I’ll have to kill you.”

Beomgyu shrieks, stepping back as Taehyun starts toward him. He aims to throw the brush in his face, but misses and the brush hits the vanity on the other end of the room.

Something there captures Beomgyu’s attention, and he is no longer bothered by Taehyun’s empty threats.

Taehyun stops and arches a brow, following him as he walks toward the vanity in a trance.

Taehyun watches as Beomgyu picks up the photo of him, Soobin, Yunjin and (Y/n) in Hongdae.

He turns to Taehyun with an expression that he has seen the owner of that face make when she was looking at photos of him.

“This girl? You know her?”

Taehyun nods, curiosity peaked. “I do. Do you?”

Beomgyu regards at the photo again with those glossed over eyes and chuckles softly. “I ran into her at the hospital. Does she always smile like this?”

The puzzle pieces click in Taehyun’s head and he laughs. If this gets out, Yunjin will never let him hear the end of it. And (Y/n)? She will sink further into delusion than she has ever gone.

He can’t wait to tell them.

He shrugs. “You’re smiling like that right now, you know.”

Beomgyu looks up into the vanity mirror for the first time and his jaw drops.

“I’m dreaming right now, right?” Beomgyu laughs in disbelief, but when he does, and sees his reflection do the same thing, the photo clatters to the floor and he screams.

“I wish.” Taehyun sighs, bending to it up from the floor. There are footsteps coming down the hall and Soobin bangs on the door. “Now that we’re on the same page, why don’t you tell me the last thing you remember? And let’s make it quick, that idiot will literally break down this door.”

“Why are you so cool about this!” Beomgyu yells, clutching his throat and groaning in frustration. He tries to make it sound deeper. “Has this happened before? Is this some voodoo shit?”

Taehyun rolls his eyes. “Let me stop you right there, Drama King. We’re getting carried away again. Someone needs to be with sane and rational thought, otherwise we’d probably give one another vasovagal syncope.”

“What?”

“Tell me the last thing you remember,” Taehyun says firmly. “We need to find (Y/n) and then figure out how and why this happened.”

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an: i’ll be updating everyday for what’s left of this week!

life is rough for (y/n). after dropping out of college and moving away from her family to live life on her own terms, she struggles to keep up with the fast-paced city life in Seoul. she becomes a fan of the kpop idol, choi beomgyu. while his content keeps her motivated to strive for her dreams, she can’t help but wish she had the same luck he has had. but not everything is as it seems.

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[momotorin]

heard u were down for fluff asks i’m craaavvving mina content like maybe a silly snowball fight and she’s so quiet and reserved but so determined to best your ass after u throw one at her

crystal flowers

fluff | childhood friend!mina x fem!reader | as always, MEN DNI!!!!!

i'm very festive about winter (i haven't even touched snow ffs)

it's christmas break. finally, you could unclench every single muscle in your academically tired and worn body; laying flat on your best friend's penguin printed sheets.

"hey," she nudges at you, hands still steady on her controller, playing the last few chapters of zelda. (which she probably finished over the course of the semester, but she's doing it because she wants to know the other plotlines.) "move, what the hell, dude!"

"are you seriously dude-ing me right now?" you raised an eyebrow, and you scoffed, finally moving your body away from the surface of the bed to sit down. "i can't believe you."

not a single response from her. just a bunch of clicking, more clicking, and a sigh.

you pout beside her, like the little mini pincher on her lap, your adoptive child, ray-chan.

mina glares at you, one that was full of happiness as she breaks into a laugh. "what?"

"nothing," you nudged at her. "done with your game?"

"you bet," she sighs, pressing the start button to exit the game completely. "it's extra chilly today, don't you think?"

"yeah," you let out a little 'brr..' as you rubbed on your hoodie clad arms. "hot choco could be really good right now..."

mina laughs, "tell that to my mom," she says, laying on the bed, facing you. ray follows shortly after, snuggling between the space of the two of you. mina happily pets him, "i think he's bored, y/n."

"probably," you let out a little snort as you pet him as well. "he probably got bored seeing you do your little game instead of paying attention to him," you cupped ray's cheeks. "didn't you?"

"i think you're the bored one here," mina laughs. "anyways, there's a snow advisory. we can't bring him out either, you know, since he's quite..."

"yeah, i know," you sighed, petting the golden fur of ray. "but can we?"

mina smiles, lips tight and eyes closed as she stretches her legs. "park?"

"definitely," you smiled, sitting up now. "i'll buy the hot choco."

"fair enough," mina breathed as she stood up. "i'll get taiyaki then."

hours later, after a thousand nudges at mina and her controller, you squeal in joy, finally standing up and kissing ray goodbye for a while.

mina let the snowfall pass, so that you're left with leaps of snow in the park.

you sighed, the white fog coming out of your mouth.

mina looks at you, quite concerned, "what are you sighing about, pretty?"

"pretty?" you repeat, in disbelief that mina said it as a compliment. "you're trying to get me to buy the taiyaki too, don't you?"

mina blushes under her knitted scarf, "n-no," she stutters, watching the steps of her boots leave traces on the snow covered pavement. "it's just that, you're actually extra pretty today."

"quite the sweet talker, aren't you, minari?" you jokingly wrap an arm around her shoulders, almost bringing her down to your height.

you two arrived at the park shortly after. the stalls, the playground, and some kids making snow angels on the pavement; it was all too familiar with you two.

"let's go," you held mina's hand, going to the hot choco stand. "can i get two large ones please?" you asked, handing over a bill, still not letting go of mina's hand.

you two went to your favourite seat, covered in white, probably wet snow.

mina laughs as she wipes away the snow, trying to salvage her convenience of seating. "oh well," she sighs, not finding any luck. "can't believe we're standing up."

"you've been sitting for like 12+ hours in front of your nintendo switch rig, dude, even nature doesn't want you to sit anymore," you joked, blowing on your hot chocolate, cooling it down a little before it meets your tongue. "anyways, mina, mama invited you and your parents to come over at christmas eve. she's been planning a little exchange gift thing with your mom, i think."

"oh!" mina suddenly exclaimed. "mama told me about that too," she remembered. "she asked me to help her finish knitting some scarves. i think it's for your mom."

"that's so cute." you commented.

"what, you want one too?"

"of cou-" you cut yourself off mid sentence. "yeah! of course! are you going to make it for me, minari?"

mina shrugged her shoulders, "not a big deal, actually," she smiles. she's so fucking cute holding the cup on her hands with her penguin mittens on, you say at the back of your mind, the awe reflecting on your face, and mina laughs at it, "in one condition."

"what is it?"

"buy me the mclaren f1 tecnic lego set."

"mina!" you exclaimed, kicking a small dollop of snow to her. "i am generous, but i'm not a jesus type of generous. try something a little... in my budget. i could buy you one, yes, but like wow i could never with that set."

"what do you mean you could never?! your allowance is literally like... 10,000 yen more than mine. you can do it." she fakes her encouragement, trying to get you on your good side to buy the set.

"look, you have your dad. you have your mom. heck, you even have kai-san," you sighed, trying to block her request. (you actually got the set already, but you want to give it on christmas so no spoilers!) "i don't want to be like... your sugar mommy or something."

mina laughs, "i mean, you look like one all the time, why den-"

"shut up." you nudge at her as you finish your cup of hot chocolate. you two went to the nearby trash bin to dispose of both of your cups, and went back to the playground.

"well, it's good that no one's on the swing." she mentioned.

"i don't think the kids would appreciate having wet asses," you laughed, looking at your shoes. you remember, the snow was quite thick, and you pulled mina to the little valley of snow that formed on one of the slides. you form a ball, a small one, round, and threw it at her. "merry ch-"

"no." mina threw a much bigger, more scattered snowball at you, hitting your face almost.

"i'm still not getting you the set," you threw one back, and you saw mina making a bigger one. "oh-"

you run away, trying to find another dollop of snow in the park to form into a ball and throw at mina.

she hits you, directly at the back, making you slow down a bit, "you're getting me that!"

you threw one back, one of the same size, but you didn't expect that mina had a bigger one she was holding onto as she had her hand placed on her back.

you two ran around the park for a good 10 minutes, having pointless fights with snowballs. (mina argues that it could be snow triangles, snow rhombuses, or simply just snow because she just wanted to throw some at you.)

you finally settle down in the middle of the park, feeling the snow around you, not the pavement, and mina was above, attempting to throw another snowball on your face.

"stop, please," you smiled at her. "let's just... lay down, okay?"

mina gives up the moment she sees you smile. she puts the pile of snow just beside your ear, and she lays down beside you.

you reach out for her hand, like you always do, and you feel a drop of snow lay crystals on your cheek.

and it begins, the parade of a thousand pearls as you close your eyes, just feeling the snow go and whip all over your body.

mina admired you as the snow fell. at how your nose crinkles the moment snow hits the tip of your nose, how red your ears got, how your grip got tighter, and how you closed your eyes to feel.

fuck it, she says to herself, as she pulls you to her, removing her penguin mittens to fully cup your cheek, and kissing you.

you jolt your eyes open, melting into mina's touch, as the snow falls on you two.

mina pulls away, breath staggering in both anticipation and anxiety.

you smiled at her, putting your hand on the side of her waist, pulling it closer. "do you really mean it, minari?"

"i d-"

you pulled her into a kiss, once more leaving her breathless as you shared it under the snow. mina laughs, breaking the kiss, laying her forehead against yours.

the snow falls, and it fills mina's senses— the coldness, the warmth, the redness, and the sight of you looking at her with the love she's been looking for in everything.

[jhuzen]

Hello! I’m not sure if you’re taking requests so feel free to just ignore this! I’m also not sure if you write for Baizhu but I was thinking of maybe m!reader and his first time doing the do but reader is so scared of hurting him the whole time because his body is so weak

gently, gently [m.reader]

alt title: ゆっくりゆっくり；i am but a horny gae man. this is pure indulgence (like any other smut that i made jfc) in behalf of the request. i guess… count this also as a ritual before i pull for the new husbando? i mean, he’s still like a good many weeks away since he’s in the second half of the bloody patch so… ye anw, i hope i delivered, my dear anon <3

𖦹 soft sex because i am feeling soft, top reader, is this me projecting? yes.

A plethora of words come to Baizhu’s mind whenever someone would ask what kind of a lover you are. Really, you were sure that Baizhu can comb through the entire dictionary just to find an adjective and it still wouldn’t be enough. However, despite all that, what remained consistent was his constant praise of you. You are his pride and joy, after all. He was never one to shy away from boasting about you whenever he can.

You were majestic, absolutely charming, kind, clever, passionate, and the list goes on should anyone even ask about you from the famed pharmacist. Not a single person who hasn’t asked about you never knew how deeply Baizhu held his admiration and appreciation for you.

And when he can, Baizhu would most definitely show it to you physically, to make sure to leave a mark as a solid proof of his adoration for you. With every kiss, very touch, no matter how subtle or otherwise, it was something that he made sure was chockfull of love and care. And ever the charming man you are, you would leave him swooning at your equally gentle responses to his affections.

But even your hypnotic charms could never sway the fact that you tend to avoid an act that proves to be far more intimate — Baizhu quickly noticed (how could he not, when you stammered out and carefully tucked him in like a child the very first time you and him gave it a try). Though admittedly, it was rather endearing to see you make a poor attempt on finessing your way out of it, it still was concerning.

And even now as he sat comfortably on your lap, with your hands gingerly gripping his bare waist while you kissed back with fervor and hunger, Baizhu could tell the way your hands around him tensed ever so slightly whenever his hands would roam to touch the skin of your neck, down to your clavicle.

Both of you parted to take in the air that your kisses deprived you of, and Baizhu had a chance get a good look at your pretty face. His golden eyes softened behind his glasses, looking at you so tenderly that even you couldn’t help but notice and imminently melt from. You always were rendered speechless at times like these — when your beloved would drag you out to face the bliss of intimacy.

However that loving haze in your eyes was quickly flushed out the moment his nimble fingers found its way to unbutton your neatly pressed dress shirt.

Your hands flew to his, minding your strength as you smiled up at him, “It’s alright, love, I can go change on my own,” it was an incredibly weak excuse, but you’d rather that than give into your instincts at this point;

A frown tugged on Baizhu’s soft limbs and guilt quickly strapped you down, “Hey now, don’t make that face,” you cupped his cheek, flashing him a smile of solid reassurance. “I won’t be long, I promise. After that, I’m all yours.” With some limitations. Your mind gently reminded, which you so begrudgingly agreed to.

A sigh escaped through Baizhu as he looked at you with nothing but utter confusion, “I hadn’t intended to bring this up in the slightest bit, dearest, but… is there something wrong?” The sweetest concern laced his every word and it took every bit of willpower not to take him then and there. “I feel as though you have been avoiding acts of… intimacy. Though there is not a problem with that, but I think there is merit to you telling me what the problem is, yes?”

You nodded quickly, pliant and unable to resist Baizhu’s sweet coaxing. “Ah… there’s no problem, it’s just…” you trailed off, your words quickly clogging your throat.

You tore your eyes away quickly and ended up looking down, looking at the way your lover’s chest heaved, resisting the carnal urge to just tear his clothes open and ravage him. You of all people craved Baizhu’s touch, but continuously refrained because you feared having to hurt him in the middle of such an intimate act. And you’d rather not engage in it, than have your dearest boyfriend associate some form of pain in such an activity that only sought to bring pleasure.

Baizhu quickly noticed your hesitance, following your gaze as he made you look back up at him, “Just…?” He pried further.

Your hands grasped at his body, lightly squeezing his supple waist. Baizhu instinctively went closer, almost pressing himself up against you with need, “Just… I don’t want to hurt you.” You always treated him as though he was someone that could break, and you weren’t going to start now just so you can feel good. “But it doesn’t particularly bother me. I don’t mind it.”

“Oh dear, that’s what got you all twisted?” Baizhu softly tuts, cooing at you before peppering your face with tiny pecks, “Well, I don’t particularly mind either. I trust that you wouldn’t even do such a thing to me. You treat me so well, [Name]… I couldn’t even imagine a single scenario where I would get hurt in your company.”

You could slowly feel what little bit of restraint that you had on you slipping, Baizhu was willingly offering himself to you, trusting you so openly and you couldn’t even do that. No. It was your control that you never had much confidence in.

But if your lovely partner holds a far higher expectation from you, then who are you to disappoint?

Soft and quiet gasps weaseled out of Baizhu’s swollen and lightly bruised kissed lips, filling the room with delectable mewls that almost sent you into overdrive. He writhed against the plush mattress of your shared bed, grasping onto the sheets with the tightest grip that he could muster.

It felt all too good, feeling the way your long slender fingers prodding within his walls. Baizhu squirmed, but your firm yet gentle grip on the dip of his waist refrained him from running away, leaving him completely intoxicated at the sensation. He can only imagine just how much better it would feel if you finally replaced those modest fingers of yours with something far more enticing.

“H-Hah~ More, [Name], more, ” Baizhu whimpered, completely breathless as his hips jolted up when your fingers brushed up against his prostate. His knees felt weak in an instant and that look in your eyes was all the more alluring.

Your ministrations were gentle, careful, and incredibly precise. Even with the green light he had given, you still made an effort to just as cautious in the first place — you felt through the entire thing, eyes gleaming with concentration as you looked at your lover’s flushed pretty face for any form of discomfort, determined to call it off if he so much as contorts his face into a look of pain.

But even that did little to quell the needy monster that festered within you, showing you how truly desperate it was by the way every moan that echoed through the room from your lover had your cock twitching with an aching need to be enveloped by his warmth. You bit your lip in anticipation, adding in a third finger while you continued to prepare him so meticulously, handling him so gingerly that you were even remotely afraid to break him just by this.

“Just a little more, ‘Zhu,” you whispered, contained and reassuring, almost hissing in absolute delight when you felt him dig his nails into your arms, determined to keep himself still despite the waves of pleasure that you brought to him.

“Love, please,” Baizhu begs through a shaky voice, “I need you now…”

You stopped, as a look of hesitance crossed your features, “As much as I’d love to as well, I don’t think it’s a good idea. I don’t want to—”

“You won’t,” Baizhu interjected quick, his tone leaning into desperation. With the way he clutched onto your arm, squeezing it with reassurance, and the way his golden eyes shone so earnestly, you couldn’t even muster an ounce of will to resist it. “I will tell you if it’s too much… sound good?”

You broke out in a small smile, chuckling a little, “How odd is it that when I’m supposed to be comforting you, you’re the one who does it for me instead.”

“Not too odd,” Baizhu shared the fondness with a grin before poking your forehead, “It’s how this relationship works, y’know. Now, please… I believe I’ve been waiting for far too long, hm?”

“I’ll make it worth your while then.”

A sensation of pure pleasure ran down Baizhu’s spine when you pulled your fingers out, his entrance clenching so greedily, so incredibly in need of you. You never once pegged for your beloved to be so needy in the first place, but you figured you’ve strung him along for far too long that he deserved to have his demands met even just for the night.

You shifted around as you positioned yourself in between his legs, grabbing hold of his thighs to spread them apart. He looked so delicate like this, looking at you with so much anticipation with a haze of lust swirling between those naturally coy eyes of his. You couldn’t help but squeeze his thighs a little when your gaze drifted downwards. Your lover, by all means, was not small, but the sight of him being dwarfed by you was enough to set you in motion.

You threw him a cautionary glance one last time, but all he had to do was give you a nod and a reassuring smile before finally letting yourself loose, lathering your erection a generous amount of lube. You swiftly lined yourself up within his entrance, the tip of your cock lightly brushing against his quivering entrance.

“So erotic, ‘Zhu,” you murmured, but it was loud enough for Baizhu to hear. “Now I wonder just what have you been doing before all this.” You watched as Baizhu covered his mouth with the back of his hand, looking away just a tad bit to not meet your piercing gaze, “Oh? Does that imply that you’ve done something in the first place?”

Baizhu could only shake his head in protest and denial. He could never do such a thing, not when you’re not with him, at least. But if he was being honest, you are partly to blame for making him feel so flustered in the first place.

You pressed a quick kiss on his temple, “Ready?” You whispered, sweet and considerate, and Baizhu could only meekly nod, bracing himself.

His face contorts into a mild wince the very moment you ease yourself inside him, little by little as you test the waters. But Baizhu endured the slight discomfort, his toes curling at the sheer girth that he had to take in. A quiet wail was drawn out from him, hips rolling already for more and you were far more happy to oblige.

You wrapped his legs around you and thrusted the rest of you inside, indulging in your beloved’s most delectable noises.

“So tight,” you hissed through your teeth, eyes almost rolling to the back of your head at the way Baizhu’s walls hugged your cock tight, clenching around you even tighter, ready to milk you dry for days on end. You looked at your lover, “How does it feel? Does it hurt?”

Ragged breathing was all you heard from the man underneath you before laughing a little, “Not so much…” you could only sigh as Baizhu continued to try and regain his breathing.

“Love we’ve barely started, how are you already so spent?”

“Give me some considerations, at least…” he took a big gulp of air. “I feel like you punched the air out of me.”

You snickered, brushing back his fringe away from his forehead damp with sweat before sneaking in another tender kiss, “Let’s hope that doesn’t actually come into fruition or this will never happen again.” You shifted a little, prompting your partner to squirm at the sensation.

He felt so full — stuffed to the brim with your cock and despite the initial discomfort, Baizhu found himself getting obsessed at the very feeling. There was something so alluring at the feeling of just being full of you. You truly are worth the wait. On top of that, still being so considerate of his condition? No one else can get better than you, Baizhu thinks.

The stillness was disrupted when Baizhu finally urged you to move.

You started with slow, languid thrusts, finding yourself completely entranced and mesmerized by the adorable noises that you never knew your lover was even capable of in the first place. You loved the way his gummy walls clenched around your cock, enveloping you into a warmth that can render you completely senseless. It felt good, so, so good to finally be inside him after holding back for so long, and much like you were to Baizhu, you find yourself caving into the fact that he was also worth the wait.

Caging him in, you placed your hands behind his head, cushioning it as you draped yourself over him without too much force. You needed as much contact as you could after depriving yourself from this feeling, and with the way Baizhu seemed to cave into your form, fitting in perfectly like he was molded to complement you told you he felt the same thing.

Your hips moved with a steady pace, and you relished in the strangled gasps that Baizhu would emit, his mouth conjuring the most pornographic moans, the sweetest sighs and pleas right next to your ear as you laid your head on his shoulder.

And Baizhu could only jolt with every deep thrust, his mind numbing at the feeling of you burrowed so deep inside him, hitting all the right spot.

“H-Hah… you feel so good, baby boy,” you huffed, already mouthing at the juncture of his neck, eager to bite and leave a mark.

“F-Faster, please~!”

A girlish moan squeezes out of your lover’s mouth when you quickly oblige, picking up the pace with an equally consistent deep thrusts that reached the deepest parts within him. Baizhu’s mind was muddled with a haze of pure lust with every time your cock would hit that sweet spot of his, making him clench harder, almost keeping you in place as he licked up the pleasurable feeling.

Suddenly, the intricate touches turned sloppy, haphazard in feeling. Baizhu’s trembling hands clawed into your broad back as he tried to ground himself in reality before he could even get lost in more waves of unadulterated euphoria. Tears pricked at the ends of his eyes as his weeping cock also rubbed up against your abdomen with every move you make, smearing precum on your skin.

Baizhu’s eyes screwed shut — he knows he promised to tell you when it feels too much, but surely this was an exception? He chants your name like a mantra, mixing in with his breathless pleading with every second, you hissed at his nails scratching against the skin of your back before moving even faster, throwing the one rule you’ve made with reckless abandon.

Intensity wafted within the room the room growing hotter, the delectable sinful sounds bouncing off the walls was only something Baizhu could hope not a single neighbor of yours can hear.

You thrusted with fervor, with a pace so brutal that your lover’s body shudders. Baizhu wasn’t even sure at this point if he came — far too fucked out of his mind to comprehend things, all he could do was hold onto you for dear life while you devoured him whole. Cries spilled from his mouth, antagonizing your low, pleased grunts, the bed creaked with every movement as pleasure overtook both of your senses.

“[Name]— I-I— I’m close…!” A wanton squeal interrupts Baizhu’s poor attempt at a warning the moment you took his cock in your hand, squeezing it before pumping him with a pace that could match your thrusts.

“C’mon baby,” you rasped, completely out of breath, but even that was nothing compared to Baizhu, who so desperately tried to catch up with you. “Cum for me, love. Come on.”

And your lover obliges, unable to even hold back as he arches his back up, convulsing when he came, spending himself into your hand with little to no restraint. But even he had barely any chance to catch his breath when you finally focused on your own pleasure, hand leaving his limp cock as you held his hips with a bruising grip.

Archons, poor Baizhu’s legs almost gave out the moment you reached your climax, spilling yourself inside him with the intent to fill him up to the brim.

Hah… So full… His legs soon fell from around your waist, hips still in tremors as he slowly took in the warmth your seed gave him.

The room was silent, save for both of you trying to regain your breathing and some sanity.

Your mind was clouded while you indulged in the high of your orgasm, only looking at Baizhu and how the bedside lamp in your dim room managed to illuminate his best features despite what you just did to him.

You smiled a little, reaching a hand to wipe away some sweat that dotted your lover’s forehead, “You okay?” And in just that question, in an instant the feverish monster in bed dissipated as your gentle visage entered Baizhu’s vision.

He took your hand and kissed it with an equally pleased smile, “Very much…”

The both of you basked in each other’s company as the lamp flickered through the dim room.

You dipped down and gave him a quick peck on the lips, “I’ll go get some towels.” You whispered against the corner of his lips before getting up, only to be stopped by your beloved instead.

“Maybe later…?” Baizhu pleads with an endearingly hopeful smile.

You nodded.

“…Maybe later.”

[st4rwon]

stars and raindrops

20. be my girlfriend?

looking at the stars, the only thing seungmin could think about was you, that’s why he loved them so much. the regret of breaking up had filled your hearts, so when you run into each other after a year what happens?

wc: 1k

seungmin was outside your dorm building, he sent you a quick text letting you know he arrived. a wide smile broke out onto his face as he saw you walking towards him.

“hey” he said in a small voice, he couldn’t believe he finally had you all to himself. you were so perfect, every little thing, from the way you wore your hair to the light blush covering your face.

“hi minnie” you smiled. god, was your smile always this cute? “what’s in your hands?” you asked peeking behind seungmin

“oh- oh yeah.” he suddenly remembered the bouquet of flowers in his hands, he woke up extra early just to go get them from the florist, and made sure to get your favorite flowers. he brings them into your sight and you gasp from the beauty. they were such nice colors and were lovely flowers, but knowing that seungmin had remembered all the details of the colors you like and your favorite things made your heart beat quicken. “thank you so much! i love them”

“i’m glad you do. now let’s get going, shall we?” you nod in response, and seungmin takes your hand and opens the door to his car for you to sit, “really going all out hm?” you tease

“want the best for my girl” he said, making you pause for a second. ‘his girl?’ you wanted to start skipping for joy right in that moment, but little did you know about seungmin’s other plans for this date.

you were honestly a bit surprised that the cafe was your first destination. the place was so pretty, honestly you didn’t want to leave.

“so minnie, why’d you take me here?”

“i remember you having quite a sweet tooth, and the pastries here are really nice”

you heart fluttered hearing seungmin’s words, honestly you didn’t expect him to remember such small things about you.

you settled on getting a chocolate croissant and a strawberry cupcake, while seungmin got a chocolate danish with a plain croissant. you were both seated outside, the weather was a bit warm, but the breeze compensated for it.

“you look really nice right now” seungmin smiled

“thank you minnie! honestly this whole atmosphere is just so perfect. wish i could just freeze time” you said, looking around to take the whole moment in

“if you love what we’re doing now, i’m sure you’ll enjoy the rest of the day as well”

you were intrigued by seungmin’s words and were excited to see what would come next

at this point you were doubting yourself a bit, was seungmin really going to ask you to be his girlfriend today? going to an art store wasn’t really you’re idea of romantic, but maybe you would do something with the supplies.

“ynie find some paint colors you like…oh yeah! and some beads!”

you were confused with his instructions, but just went for it.

you stared at the various paint colors and selected your favorite colors. as you approached the table with beads, your eyes widened. there was such a big collection and so many different types, colors, and sizes. you walked around grabbing one’s you thought were cute. you also got some in seungmin’s favorite colors.

while you were grabbing your items, seungmin was getting some canvases and paint brushes. you both met up at the checkout line after.

“seungmin…what does this have to do with what we’re doing today?”

“i can’t tell you, then it’ll spoil the surprise!”

“cmon just a hint please?”

“it has something to do with us”

“that’s barely a hint!”

“too bad, it’s what you get”

you had been sat in the car waiting for seungmin to do something. he had taken all the supplies you brought outside to the park, leaving you alone in the car until he came back. you were so happy with seungmin, him doing all this work for you made your heart want to explode. he truly was your soulmate.

after a couple minutes, seungmin opened the car door letting you out. he took your hand, “i really hope you like this.”

“i’m sure i will, you never let me down”

seungmin’s cheeks flushed, and he continued to walk you to “your area” in the park.

as you walked, you looked over and saw a small picnic blanket layer down with two canvases set up and a basket.

“woah!! it’s so pretty!” you said, looking around at ever detail

“good, i put in a lot of effort for you. now sit down, let’s paint something”

you and seungmin had finished painting and put your supplies away, you were waiting for seungmin to come back from the car. when he came you noticed how tense and nervous he looks, his eyes darting everywhere but at your own.

“minnie, you okay?” you questioned walking over to him

“y-yeah, shit i’m stuttering…” he mumbled “can we…talk?”

“course! you know you can always say what’s on your mind”

seungmin sat down with you on the blanket, putting your hands in his. “yn you make me so unbelievably happy, just your presence calms me down. i’m so grateful to have you back, i know we’ve had our struggles, but i know we can work things through now.”

“i’m proud of us minnie, proud of where we’ve come. you make me a better person, and i don’t wanna ever let you go again”

“well that’s perfect. yn, will you be my girlfriend?”

“yes!”

seungmin immediately wrapped his arms around you, his scent engulfing you. “thank you so much honey”

“no need to thank me, i’m just as grateful”

you looked up at seungmin, his eyes meeting yours. both of you gravitated to each other, “can i?” seungmin whispered. “please”

so he kissed you, feeling his lips on yours brought back a sense of comfort that you missed so much. you felt so safe right now, being my seungmin’s side, that’s when you knew, seungmin was your home.

you pulled away from the kiss, eyes watering a bit. “ynie…are you okay? don’t cry”

“sorry i just missed this, i missed us” you said, as he held you tight

“hey don’t apologize, i missed you just as much. but we’re together now, nothing to cry about anymore.” he said wiping you tears. “now let’s relax and watch the sunset okay?”

“y’know there’s one thing i missed the most…”

“what’s that?”

“stargazing with you” you said staring up at the sky, lost in your thoughts

seungmin moves you head to make your eyes meet his again, “then we’ll do just that.”

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[princessconsuela120]

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: YOU’LL NEVER FIND ANOTHER LOVE —✧

Series masterlist

Chapter art by @clownfacepancakes120

Chapter Warnings: cursing, mentions of vomiting, pregnancy

Author’s Note: guys it’s almost over😪 I don’t know what I’ll do when this is done. I’m so proud of how well this has done! Don’t forget to like comment and repost, and be sure to message me with any questions! Enjoy you guys!

—✧

It was now the night of South Park high prom. I had agreed to go with Kyle, but that was before I knew the days and stress Bebe and Wendy would end up putting into me getting ready. Bebe had done my makeup, the girls had all collectively picked out a dress, and Heidi re-sewed it to fit around my bump. Now it had been a while since I felt pretty in something. I felt pretty. It seemed like a lot of bells and whistles, but I felt pretty. My hair was half up and half down, and the red dress I wore trailed down to my ankles. Yet when I looked in the mirror, I still feared for what the group of men would tease me for when I came out. This much joy made me nauseous.

“Alright, come on out princess!” Cartman yelled, all of the boys huddled together outside my door. I rolled my eyes with annoyance, still studying myself in the mirror.

“Shut up fatass! Stop rushing me!” I yelled back.

“Aye!”

“Do you need help in there, Juno?” Kyle called, making me take in a deep breath to calm the quick hormonal rage I felt from being rushed.

“No, just, just shut up and be patient!” I shouted back, making Kenny chuckle in the other side as I heard Kyle recoil from the door.

“Wendy, maybe you should go in there.” Stan suggested, causing Wendy to raise an eyebrow from her spot on the couch. Unlike the rest of the men, she understood what ‘shut up and be patient’ actually meant.

“She just said to give her a minute.” Wendy said, making Stan shrug.

“Yeah but I mean we have to go…”

“If you have such a problem with it, why don’t you go?” Wendy asked, causing Stan’s face to scrunch up with disgust.

“Ew! She could be naked in there!” He yelled, shaking his head with disgust as Wendy rolled her eyes.

“You’re such a child!” She shook her head, ignoring Stan’s screeching as she continued to scroll through her phone. A soft knock was heard from the door, alerting me that Kyle was now pressed against it.

“Hey, hey Jo you okay in there?” He asked softly, melting my heart into even more nerves that settled in my stomach.

Was I? Sure I felt beautiful for the first time in a while, but what if no one else thought that? I just saw the makeup and hair and figured it could cover up my stretch marks for the night. My cheeks looked more swollen than usual, and I could barely fit my feet into the flats that were too big for me a few months ago. Who was I kidding, I felt awful, I always did. I could fake myself out all I wanted, but I still couldn’t see past my toes.

“No.” I mumbled, almost coming out as a whisper, seeing as I didn’t even mean to mumble it to begin with.

“What’s wrong honey?” Kyle asked softly, sighing from the other end.

“I don’t wanna come out.” I mummbled again, shaking my head in the mirror as I pulled at the skin on my cheeks.

“I’m sure you look beautiful, love.” He reassured, which only made me sigh in response.

“Okay, fine. But you can’t laugh.”

“I would never.”

“Cartman can’t laugh either.”

“I promise you he won’t.” Kyle said, causing Cartman to yell angrily.

“Hey! You aren’t the boss of me jew..”

“Shut up fatass.” Kyle hissed. Stan grabbed Cartman from behind, holding a hand over his mouth as Eric struggled.

“I promise you Junebug, he won’t be saying anything.” Stan reassured me, making me sigh as I opened the door.

“Okay, fine.” I walked out, my arms folded over each other self-consciously as all the boys' faces lit up. Of anything, I knew these boys would always be in awe of me, and never failed to bring me joy.

“Woah.”

“Yeah, woah.”

“I know, I know, god this was a dumb color to choose. I told Bebe but she said it made my eyes pop..” I began to explain, making Kyle grabbed my cheeks, smiling at me.

“Juno, you look amazing.” He said, kissing my forehead. I sighed, shaking my head slightly.

“You don’t have to say that to make me feel better.”

“He’s not.” Cartman spoke up, giving me a soft smile. “You look beautiful.” He said, making me smile back at him with thanks.“Even I can’t argue that.”

I couldn’t help but let the tears fall down my cheeks that threatened to spill, trying desperately to contain them behind my makeup as Kyle pulled me into a hug.

“Great going fatass you made her cry!” Craig yelled, pushing Cartman as he looked back at Craig angrily, shoving him back.

“Aye! I didn’t say anything, maybe she looked at your crooked teeth Craig!” Cartman yelled back, and Kyle sighed, rubbing my back.

“Honey, why are you crying?”

“You’re just, you’re all so sweet. I’m so lucky.” I said, pulling away and pouting at everyone.

“So you’re crying?” Stan asked, giving me an odd look. I glared at him, throwing my shoe at him angrily.

“Shut up Stan! I can’t control my emotions.” I shouted, hiding my face into Kyle’s shirt. He chuckled, pulling away and holding out his arm.

“It’s okay love, let’s go to prom shall we?”

—✧

“Dude shut up!” Kyle shouted, in attempt to keep me asleep in his lap. We were currently driving to Cartman’s cousin’s cabin, prom having been a success. We were staying the week, so we needed two cars to pack everyone into. We were driving with Stan, Wendy, Kyle, Kenny, Cartman and Butters. I was in the back with Kenny and Kyle, peacefully sleeping on Kyle’s lap after an exhausting prom.

“Oh piss off Kyle, we could be at war with Switzerland right now and Juno would manage to stay asleep.” Stan grumbled, having been the one driving and annoyed with Kyle and Cartman’s constant bickering over me.

“Well we aren’t at war, but you are talking exceptionally too loud for being just three feet away.” Kyle retorted, turning around to glare at Cartman. He stuck his tongue out at him childishly, before Stan scoffing caught Kyle’s attention.

“Dude you are so whipped.” Stan teased, making Kyle roll his eyes.

“What, dude no I’m not. Juno’s sleeping, trust me, you don’t want to see what she’s like when she’s woken up.” Kyle said, and Cartman scoffed from the back.

“Totally whipped.”

“Mm..” I mumbled, shifting in Kyle’s lap.

“Oh fuck.” Stan whispered.

“This is it, this is the end.” Kenny said, looking up at the ceiling with despair.

“Kyle?”

“Yes love, I’m here.” Kyle answered, running his fingers through my hair as I sat up.

“Kyle, I think I’m gonna be sick.” I mumbled, holding a hand on my chest nervously.

“What?”

“Oh god please not in my car again.” Stan whined, making me scoff.

“Pull over, pull over now!”

“We’re in the middle of nowhere..” I gagged, feeling myself grow even more nauseous.

“Stanley Randal Marsh pull over right fucking now!” I screamed. His tires screeched to a halt as he pulled over onto a patch of grass. I quickly ran out and found some bushes to vomit into. Everyone collectively turned away in disgust, Kyle sighing as he came behind me, patting my back gently.

“It’s okay Jo, let it out.” He mumbled soothingly.

“This is exactly why I wanted to go with Clyde, I’m sure he’s already there.” Cartman grumbled, rolling his eyes as Stan hit him behind the head.

“I’ve got you honey, you’re okay.”

“See this is what I mean, you’re whipped.” Stan teased, Kenny nodding with agreement.

“Yeah dude, you’ve gone soft.” Kenny teased too, making Kyle roll his eyes.

“The hell do you mean?” Kyle asked in response. Wendy rolled her eyes, stepping up from the crowd.

“I have hair ties on my wrist Kyle, you don’t have to hold her hair back.” She said kindly, pulling back my hair as she turned to Stan with a glare. “Shut up Stan, it’s sweet.”

“Yeah, so sweet that Juno’s made you gay Kyle.” Cartman said, laughing loudly when he did, earning a punch in the side from Kyle.

“Shut up fatass!”

“Aye!”

—✧

We had all been sitting together in the main room of the cabin, sitting together on the couches, all bunched together. My legs sprawled across Stan’s lap as I leaned my head against Kyle. My arms were crossed with annoyance, a blanket covering my head making me grumbled in annoyance. I could hear the cue that the Mario Kart Race was about to begin. According to Cartman I was winning too much, so he took precautions.

“I just don’t understand why we’re taking this extreme precautions.” I whined, lifting the blanket up slightly to get some fresh air.

“Because, you’re a big fat cheater, and I’m sick of it.” Cartman grumbled, rolling my eyes.

“But is the blanket really necessary? I feel like I’m sweating my boobs off under here.” I said, shaking the blanket as a few of the boys made grossed out noises, the girls giggling as they did.

“It’s extremely necessary.”

“But I’m not even playing.” I groaned, but Cartman yelled in response.

“Come on!” He shouted, throwing his controller on the ground.

“You lost huh?” I teased, making him spit back at me.

“No..”

“Yeah you did.” Clyde teased, making Cartman begin the yell.

“Shut up Clyde! I only lost cause Juno wouldn’t stop pestering me about her damn blanket.” He shouted. I shook my head, taking the blanket off enough to see.

“I guess your cheat proof plan isn’t working huh?” I said, raising an eyebrow at Cartman as he pointed at me angrily.

“Screw you Juno! Suck my balls bitch!” He yelled, making me giggle as Kyle pulled off the rest of the blanket.

“There’s my pretty girl.” He said happily, a cheeky smile on his face as I smiled back at him.

“Disgusting.” Stan gagged, shaking his head as I turned to glare at him.

“I missed this face.” I said back to Kyle, holding his chin and swaying his head lovingly. He smiled back.

“Well I missed this face too.” He replied, pulling me into a kiss as the rest of the group ewwwed in disgust. I scoffed, turning to look at the tv.

“You’re gonna fall off the edge..” I said, pointing to Eric’s character on the tv, making him stomp his foot angrily.

“Shut up Bitch!” He yelled back at me, making me chuckle. I took a deep breath, snuggling happily into Kyle’s arm as he rested his head against mine, the two of us watching as Cartman lost 12 games of Mario kart in a row until he finally gave up to watch a movie.

“Ah!” Tweek shouted, causing everyone to flinch at the sound besides Craig, who simply stayed with his arm around Tweek’s shoulder.

“Tweek, honey, calm down. It’s not even at the scary part yet.” Craig reassured, earning a confused look from Stan.

“Scary part? We’re watching Happy Gilmore!” He yelled, his arm around Wendy’s waist as she snuggled into him.

“Hey! Don’t make his anxiety invalid!” Craig yelled, making Stan roll his eyes. “This part is scary for a comedy movie.”

“It’s the credits!!” Stan yelled back, making Craig scoff as he rubbed Tweeks back soothingly.

“Hey guys, look.” Kenny said, gesturing beside him to Juno and Kyle fast asleep, tangled into each other.

“Oh my god.”

“How stinkin adorable.” Wendy said, pouting at the precious moment.

“Aww.”

“They’re so precious.” Heidi cooed, snuggled into red’s embrace as they all looked over at the two sleeping.

“Let’s draw penises on their faces.” Cartman teased, laughing to himself before Stan shoved him.

“Shut up fatass.” Stan hissed, causing Eric to look back at him angrily.

“Aye!”

“Should we wake them?” Butters asked, making Stan shake his head. It was past due time for everyone to be asleep, so they all decided to head to their respective rooms.

“Nah, let’s just leave them. They seem comfy enough.” Stan said, smiling at his sisters comfortable joy, cuddled tightly into Kyle. Stan of all people knew how hard a good nights sleep had been for me lately.

“Goodnight sleepyheads.” He whispered, dropping a blanket over the two and leaving the lights out for th before heading upstairs.

—✧

“Huh?” Kyle mummbled, sitting up slightly in his spot before noticing me sleeping peacefully at his chest. “Juno? Hey sleeping beauty.” He whispered, chuckling when he saw the look I had on my face. My mouth was slightly open, and I had never looked more peaceful. “Come on love, this can’t be comfy for your back.” He began to pick me up. Which prompted me awake as I rubbed my eyes.

“Kyle?” I mummbled, once we had finally made it to bed. Kyle helped dress me into pajamas and tucked us into bed.

“Shh, it’s okay love I got you. You can rest.” He reassured, running his fingers through my hair as I snuggled into his chest.

“Mm, Goodnight.” I mumbled into his chest, feeling him kiss the top of my head.

“Goodnight my love.” He mumbled, before shifting his position. “Hey kiddo, you gotta calm down in there you’re gonna wake up your mom.” He whispered to my stomach, chuckling at the busy kicking going on.

“I know it’s hard, I’m excited to meet you too. So is everyone else. Your gonna be so loved little one. Your mama thinks your a boy, and I think your mom’s always right. But just between you and me, I think you might be a baby girl.” He leant down slightly to kiss my bump. “Haim Sheli (my life).” He whispered, placing one last kiss before letting his hand rest on my stomach. “I can’t wait to meet you little one. I love you.”

[blackbat05]

Mixup

Joaquin Torres x Reader

Plot: You meet a charming stranger due to a mixup in orders.

Genre: Fluff! Prompt: realizing they ordered the exact same drink when they both try to grab it at the same time.

A/N: For @tom-whore-dleston creator challenge (that I’ve already submitted two others😅) Thank you for giving me the opportunity and ideas to write love!💜

The buzzer takes your focus away from your book, waking Bubbles, your golden retriever in the process. She sits upright, as if ready to sniff out danger.

“It’s alright girl, it’s just my drink.” You tell her and she calms down by lying back down under the table that you occupied at the corner of the cafe.

Once you made sure that she was alright, you walked to the counter to collect your drink. Only to see a man in a leather jacket reaching for your mocha blend that was waiting to be collected. Speeding up, you walked towards him.

“Excuse me! I think you got the wrong drink?” You tapped him on the back. The man turns around, sweeping the curls out of his face. A look of confusion flashes across his eyes.

“That can’t be right,” he frowns. “My buzzer just went off.” He points in the direction of the counter where the barista was busy making the orders.

“Well, that’s crazy because mine just went off too.” You showed him the buzzer that was still beeping. Before both of you could say a word, a barista comes running, holding the exact drink that you ordered.

“I’m so sorry, the buzzers must have mixed up the orders. This should be yours sir.” She passes it to the man who now looks slightly flustered. He wordlessly passes the cup in his hands to you as the barista walks away.

“Gosh I’m so sorry.” He scratches the back of his head. “I really thought that was mine. I swear I’m not some weirdo!” His sudden confession made you crack a smile before bursting into laughter.

“Easy there, I don’t think you are. Trust me, I’ve seen weirdos before.” You see that he’s standing awkwardly out of place amongst the dozen of office people and students getting their coffee fix and you decide to make the first move.

“Um… Are you looking for a seat? You can sit with me. It’s hard to find a seat especially at this time.”

A wave of relief washes over him and he gratefully accepts your offer. As the two of you return to the table where Bubbles is waiting, you see the man’s face lit with pure childlike joy.

“I take it your a dog person?”

He smiles sheepishly. “Yeah, that would be an understatement. I really love dogs.” He sits across you with his drink, carefully approaching Bubbles. It’s as if a silent conversation is going on between them, and Bubbles finally approaches him for rubs.

“You’re really good. Bubbles usually takes some time to warm up to people.”

He continues to rub Bubbles serenely. “So, I didn’t catch your name earlier.” He seems more relaxed when you first met him. “My name’s Joaquin.”

“Y/N. And this pretty girl here is Bubbles.”

He grins, giving a soft hello to Bubbles. “And what brings you here?”

“Oh, just taking some time off. A little self care.” You waved your hands dismissively, suddenly intrigued to know more about the attractive Joaquin in front of you. “What about you?”

“Business mostly. Today’s my day off. Thought I would leave the compounds for a while to get some fresh air. Didn’t expect to meet a pretty lady. Well- kinda met.” He laughs heartily, causing your stomach to do a couple of flips.

You maintain your composure, taking a sip of your mocha. “What do you?”

“Military. I’ll love to tell you more but unfortunately the rest is classified.” He turns his attention back on Bubbles, as if scared to hear your response. Somehow, your gut feeling told you that he wasn’t too enthusiastic going down this line of conversation. So you went with the flow.

“Of course. Hey, if you’re not too busy. How about spending some time with Bubbles? She really seems to like you and we were thinking about heading to the beach to get some air.”

At the mention of her name and the beach, Bubbles’ ears perks up, barking happily at the sheer thought of running around on the sand. She leans her body into Joaquin’s legs, as if begging him to come along.

“Of course I’ll come Bubbles! How can I not when you’re giving me those sad little eyes.” He teases and she barks joyfully once more. “Perhaps I can even talk a little more with your mama here, see if she’s alright getting dinner with me?”

You pause, blinking at his subtle invitation. Just like how Bubbles had unleashed her charms onto Joaquin, he does the same to you, with round and expectant eyes. Two can play at that game.

You pretend to tap the bottom of your chin, mulling over the offer. You would have gone on for a little longer if not for Joaquin’s genuinely nervous expression.

Honestly, with good food and good company? There wasn’t much for you to deliberate on. Your answer was easy.

“Sure Joaquin, I would love to.”

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hey, it's nix! thanks for this wonderful event! for day 20, can you do number 30 from prompt 11? ⋆｡ʚ🍓ɞ˚

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also, while i’m at it, i just wanna chat for a bit. i did mention to you before about being shy when it comes to public performances, but yesterday, i was assigned to work at a psychiatric institution for our related learning experience as a student nurse, and a patient & i bonded over our love for “don’t look back in anger” by oasis. she had asked me to play it on the piano in the main hall, and we ended up singing together. surprisingly, everyone, even other patients, joined in listening. i’m not sure how i feel about my clinical instructor and classmates discovering my musical ability 😂 (because i initially wanted keep a low profile and stay out of the spotlight), but playing for that patient helped me get more comfortable performing. now, every time i listen to that song, i think of her. it’s a small step, but i’m hoping to improve even more. i just know that sho-chan would be proud! haha

Hey Nix! It’s so nice to hear from you (especially since I needed to reach out to you anyway about an ask you sent in, just to clarify I don’t keep anyone’s match-up send in after it’s done, so I would really appreciate you resending that in, please and thank you!!) But onto the ask! I’m so, so glad that you and the others seemed to enjoy the event this time! The response I got for asks was amazing and it makes me really happy! Also, I loved hearing about your experience at the learning experience! You are right, Sho-chan would be so very, very proud of you! Heck, I (and I am sure the other readers) are very proud of you too! That’s an amazing thing you did, both overcoming a slight fear of public performances and making that patient’s day, as I am sure you did. Just as you think about her now listening to the song, I’m sure she’s always going to remember you when she hears the song now. As someone else who doesn’t really like to draw attention to themselves, I personally find what you did very inspiring 😊 Anyway, I’ll move onto answering the question you asked and again, thank you for sending in a question and for sharing such a lovely experience with me and the other readers!

What is your favourite thing to do?

As with everything else, I really do struggle to pick favourites. It’s hard to say ‘this one thing is better than anything else’ for me, because there’s so many things that bring me joy. Some of the things that really make me happy doing them are:

Of course, writing ranks pretty high up on this list. It’s therapeutic and fun to get out of my life for a bit and fall into characters and other worlds and on top of that, because of the nature of this particular blog, there’s a really pleasant social aspect to it that helps me feel like I’ve found my people, even if just online.

The library is my safe place and I visit it at least once a week. I love just browsing the stacks, taking the time to pick my ten books for the month, as well as talking and catching up with the librarian’s and their lives, plus any cool events the library is hosting in the upcoming weeks. On top of that, my library is really cool in that they do up mystery bags they sell where you get several used books in a particular genre, and I treat myself to one of those and some discounted coffee from a local coffee company when I go! I also love reading manga and books I already own. Again, falling into another world for a little bit – it’s the most wonderful escape.

 I love crafting. I do diamond art and I sew, embroider, and cross-stitch. I recently got news that a friend is pregnant, so I’m working on a cross-stitched baby blanket top that I’ll quilt up for the couple and I enjoy zoning out and doing it.

I’m a house (architecture and interior design) nerd, I admit it. I love looking at the online listings and I have a couple of dorky friends who get together with me and we go to open houses within an hour or two of us. It’s fun to scope out houses and we have fun discussing how we’d change, fix up, and decorate the places after we act like nosey Nellies.

I also love getting outside. I’m a pretty big hiker and throwing on some music or a podcast and even just getting out for a couple hours on the nature trails is lovely.

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12/27/2022 DAB Chronological Transcription

2 John 1, 3 John 1

Welcome to the Daily Audio Bible Chronological, I'm China. Today is the 27th day of December, welcome. It is so great to be here with you today. We're inching closer and closer and closer to the end of this year. And I hope that it's been a great year for you, as you've had a few moments to reflect or have had lots of moments to reflect and just ponder, wondered all what the Lord has done in your life, and how the Bible has really affected your life this past year and what the Lord has really shown you and highlighted and done for you. And I pray that you are really meditating on that and really feasting on that and setting your eyes on above, and that we end this season in this year well and we go into the next one with good hearts and ready to receive what the Lord has for us. So today we are in the book of second John, chapters one, and then we are also in third John, chapter one, and we continue on with the New International Version for this week.

Commentary

Something that I've consistently noticed again and again is that the greetings from these men who are writing these letters, whether it be John or Simon, Peter or Paul, the greetings that they give are so genuine. They're so genuine and they're so beautiful. I love that it's always grace, mercy and peace and maybe sometimes more than likely, there's also love thrown in there too and just saying, may that be with you, that's a big deal. You know, we wouldn't say, hey, I hope hatred and, you know, malice and let's throw in a little bit of jealousy. I hope those are all doing well with you. Like, I just wish them on you. That would feel like a big deal, right, if someone said that. But someone's bringing grace, peace and mercy and joy and love may that be with you. I feel like that's so beautiful. It encourages me to extend that more. And of course it may sound weird, but also that's okay. I think it could become a thing if you're not already, maybe you're someone who's like, I've been doing that my whole life, great. That's amazing. The other day, Ben and I were at church and someone came up to us and asked like, hey, how are you guys? Everything well, everything doing great. And I was like, okay, I'm not going to pause because I don't know what I want to say, but because I actually want to think about it and not just give you a generic response. And I was like, yes, actually, things have been great. Like, hasn't been a really crazy Christmas season. Like, it honestly has been very enjoyable and just getting to really enjoy it as parents. We enjoyed it as parents last year, but we're just trying to figure it all out. And Reagan was so still so tiny and now this year there's just a lot more of like, establishing and it's just been really enjoyable and I just felt like because I wasn't giving a robotic answer and I thought about it, I was able to be genuine. And so I just love that these letters just come from a genuine place. And I feel like when you're saying, let there be grace, let there be mercy and let there be peace, from God the Father and from Christ Jesus the Father's Son, be with you in truth and in love, I feel like you're going to be pretty receptive to anything that they're going to say after that. I would because John is talking about, listen, we need to talk. I want you to learn what love is. And now I want you to walk in love, walk in obedience and know that that is love and that God is love. And I just have been really enjoying John's letters and the sweetness and the tone that he has that is just like, understand who God is, understanding who Jesus is, and understand that the commandments that we have are valid and we should take them seriously and they are to love. And so I love that. May we walk in that today and forevermore.

Prayer

And so Jesus, I thank you for these men and their ways that they wrote and the ways that they thought and the ways that they heard from you. And God, I just pray that we would be people who choose to trust in you and the fact that you used them and that you spoke through them. And I pray that we would learn to love and that we would learn to receive love and to give it. God, may we enter into spaces and bring your peace, your joy, your mercy and grace and love. And may we also deposit it, may we be committed to bringing that about not just in the holiday season, but also just in the mundane as we're going and coming as we are in conversations and just in our own thoughts and communicating with others. And pray, Lord, that you would be glorified and magnified in it all. And it's in your name we pray, amen.

Announcements

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Community Prayer Line

Hello, everyone at Daily Audio Bible Chronological. My name is Heather and I'm from Regional Victoria in Australia. I just wanted to send in a message to thank firstly, China and Jill for your ministry through this program. At the end of last year, I was inspired by a friend who had finished reading the Bible chronologically and I loved the idea of doing it, but couldn't see myself managing to sit down and be still enough to read every day. But I discovered your audio program and thought that that would work perfectly with my morning walks and who would have thought that I would jump out of bed every morning at six excited to be walking and in the word of God. And it's just been such an amazing part of my year. I've learned so much, I've had questions answered and more questions created and I can't wait to repeat it all again next year with you all. I love the thought that as I am listening here in Australia and praying through the prayer requests as they happen because I'm in that different time zone that people in other parts of the world at other times would be praying those same requests and that there would just be this endless flow of prayer and time spent together that just happens continually all day. So I just thank you very much for this program, for everyone who contributes in so many ways and I pray that you will all have a very merry and a very blessed Christmas from Australia. Love to you all bye.

This is under construction and I just heard back from the apartment complex and we're approved. My husband and I are going to have our own home for the very first time ever since the day we met and God is just so amazing. Literally, you guys, we have to be out of the house by the end of this month. The move in isn't until January, so we got it extended. But like I could not tell you how many times the devil just attacked the whole situation and just made it seem so hopeless what if and I just kept on holding on like, no God, you are bringing this all together, you're going to make this all happen. You are the one moving us forward into this and just really tried to dig into the word of God and his promises. It has been really hard fighting the devil and just all of his just crap, but I just want to tell everybody that just hang in there because when things just feel so bleak and hopeless and scary, they're not always and just thank you everyone for all of your prayers. Thank God is truly just phenomenal because there is no way this could happen without him. Blessings, everyone.

Christmas greetings, my Daily Audio Bible, wonderful Chronological family. All right, this is Chicago peg and calling in to pray for Adrian from Maryland, god's mighty tortus. It really touched my heart when I heard your request and okay, that Maxi need you and Megan, Jared need you. Adrian, I'm lifting my prayer together even with all the DABbers for your travel back and forth to Baltimore and back to Boston, and probably will have traveled by the time you hear this. And yet, in God's perfect, omnipotent timing, I'm lifting my prayer for safe travels and for God's shalom peace to be with you, that you don't be anxious, Adrian, and that God will give you a calm heart, and everything in his purpose will be accomplished through you. And this is my prayer and my belief, and we trust in Him and just come together praising God and lifting you up, Adrian, and your family. Be safe and be blessed. And I just love you very much. And to all the DABbers and to the Harden family, I want to say I'm really enjoying my first year of the DAB Christmas party. This is my first time partaking in that, and now I'm listening to it each day. I just keep playing it over, through and through, just different parts of the day, and it really blessed me so much. So praise God, for the Harden family. All right, chicago signing off. God bless each of you. Amen.

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The mental image of Hirugami surprising his child with a puppy has me in a chokehold 😞

PLEASE IM HAVING A STROKE 😩 hirugami holding a little puppy in his big hands oh god i am unwell—

“what did you do this time?” you ask, eyeing hirugami warily as he presents you a pretty arrangement of flowers.

“hey, i can be spontaneously romantic,” he argues with a grin that only makes you more suspicious.

you take the flowers from him, but lean back when he tries to lean in for a kiss. “i’m serious. are you working overtime again on friday? i swear—”

a bark from just outside the front door cuts you off.

your eyes widen. “you didn’t.”

“i did,” he confirms excitedly, pushing the door open and bending down to scoop the little chocolate lab out of its kennel. “it’s a rescue.”

oh, he’s so sneaky for bringing the wiggling pup here before asking. you’d had the pet conversation, sure, as life was starting to even out a bit and your daughter was turning five soon. but you’d never agreed. not yet.

(however, seeing that little puppy in your husband’s arms was almost enough to tip you into compliance. it was just so cute.)

“she’s not ready for a puppy yet,” you try to argue, because as responsible as your little four year old was, puppies were on a different level. a six year old’s level, maybe. “and we’re not home enough to take care of it.”

“i’ll take him to work with me,” he shrugs, hefting the pup up against his shoulder, where it rests his little head and floppy ears. “and she’s ready, babe. i’ll make sure she helps with feeding, plays with him in the yard, and gives him lots and lots of love.”

your resolve is crumbling faster than a nature valley bar.

but you’re not going to let this go without one last show of authority, so you cross your arms over your chest and look him dead in the eye. “if he has an accident on my floor, you’re cleaning it up.”

his grin widens as he strokes the puppy’s smooth brown fur. “yes, dear.”

“if he rips at my furniture, i get to pick the new pieces.”

“wouldn’t have it any other way.” both the dog and your husband are giving you puppy dog eyes now, causing your heart to clench in your chest.

“when he barks to be let out at five in the morning, you’re the one getting up.”

“as if you would ever,” he snorts. “you sleep like the dead.”

“sachiro.”

“alright, alright,” he laughs, pulling you in to press a kiss to your temple. “yes, i’ll wake up to let him out. let you get your beauty sleep.”

“okay, fine.” you relent with a sigh. “now let me hold this little guy before our daughter gets home and refuses to let him go.”

he hands you the sleepy puppy, who already has a little blue bow wrapped around its collar. your heart melts into a puddle when he yawns, snuggling into your chest. “you’re lucky you’re so cute.”

“i know, thanks babe,” your husband chirps, already heaving a bag of dog food over his shoulder.

“i could not have been more clearly talking to the dog, sachiro.”

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the look on her little face is priceless when sachiro kneels in front of her, holding the pup in his hands.

“a puppy?” she sniffles, tears welling up in her eyes when her daddy drops the new puppy into her lap. it’s wiggling around, tail wagging rapidly as it laps at her face. “he’s so cute…”

she’s sobbing now, weeping tears of joy as she presses her wet cheek to the pup’s body. “thank you, daddy, i love him so much!”

you and your husband exchange a surprised look before he pulls them both into his lap. he presses a kiss atop her head before wiping away her tears. “he’s gonna need a name, sweetheart.”

and yes, before he was housebroken, peanut butter the puppy repeatedly had accidents on your floor, chewed on your furniture, and woke the two of you up with his barking in the early hours of dawn.

but it was worth it— not only because you got the new sectional you’d been eyeing. but because those four little paws made your family complete.

[yelenabelovasbxtch]

In Love With My Bestfriend

Florence Pugh X f!reader

a/n: Hey everyone! Small fluff piece for you tonight...will be continuing some WIPs this week I think. Also, we are super close to 1k and I will be posting our 1k celebration once we hit the milestone! Super excited for that one! Enjoy this small piece and lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

Taglist: @jeyramarie @flosbelova @bridgecitybrad @justthis-stuff @chloe7076 @ailenepuff @3xbyrn320 @thorya22 @ravenclawbitch426 @mellowladyangel @wandanatvoid @amcg0605-blog @kassies-take @yelenaswife1996 @wandanatchick @yelenaslyubov

Warnings: Not proofread, fluff

Concept: You help your best friend (who you're in love with) get out of a small internet rumour.

Wordcount: 638

Flo’s phone buzzed, and a text from y/n popped up. Florence’s eyes are wide, and her heart skips a beat as she reads your text in her head, “so, what’s this I hear about us dating?” 

Her fingers are frozen, not quite sure what to type or how to explain what happened earlier tonight. 

“I swear, it was just to shut down the rumours of Zach and I getting back together.” Flo types.

“Mhm…sure ;)”

Flirting was definitely not your thing but over text, you seemed to have a bit of a knack for it and you were for sure messing with Florence. The two of you starred in a movie together recently and after playing love interests the internet was pretty much obsessed with the two of you dating. You had major feelings for Florence when you first started filming but of course, she was dating Zach at the time. The two of you got really close and developed an amazing friendship, you were there for each other, especially when she and Zach parted ways and since then your relationship has only grown closer. 

“Don’t worry y/n, I’ll make a post tomorrow saying I was just joking about it. Sorry to put you in this spot, I was just so sick of seeing all of the posts about Zach.”

Florence’s phone bings.

*Y/n tagged you in a post.*

Oh god.

“Oh boy, what did you do…” Florence asks.

“You didn’t want to see any more posts about Zach…well…now I think it’s safe to say you definitely won’t be anymore.”

Florence’s heart filled with warmth and she was overrun with joy because of how amazing of a friend you are. Oh, how she wished this was real though. 

“You really are the best y/n…you know that?”

“Oh, I know aha”

Florence was blushing on the other end of the phone as she continued to look at your Instagram post. 

“You’re my favourite person <3” she wrote in the comment section.

As her phone was flooding with thousands of responses to her comment she got another message from you.

“I’m your favourite person eh?”

“Of course you are!”

A smile came across your face as you read her text message. Playing “fake girlfriend” with Flo has somehow managed to bring some of your past feelings back as you started to think of all the dates you’d take her on, how you’d hold her, all the presents you’d buy her…

You weren’t sure if it was because it was late at night or because you maybe had one glass too many of wine but you decided to send a follow-up text…

“Hey Flo, could I ask you something sort of crazy…?”

“Of course love, what’s up?”

“I know we are just playing around right now in a jokingly way but I’d be kicking myself tomorrow morning if I didn’t tell you now that I think I have feelings for you. So…I guess I was wondering if maybe you’d go on a date with me this week? I totally understand if it’s a no…I get that we are friends and all I just wanted to ask.”

The nerves were building as she didn’t respond for a few minutes. Suddenly you saw the three dots appear as she typed and then they disappeared. This happened several times. You totally 100% embarrassed yourself with this one, never again. After what felt like an eternity of waiting your phone dings.

“I’d love to.”

Huge waves of relief and disbelief pour over you as you read the text. 

Your heart felt happy. You couldn’t stop smiling for the rest of the night and every time Florence crossed your mind you got to welcome the thoughts with open arms and excitement. 

I guess sometimes being in love with your best friend works out. 

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Perennial Pt.05

03/07/2022

Just a Friend

Pairing: Bucky x Reader          Word Count: 2,934

Warnings: angst, jealousy, pining, talks of taking shits haha

Featured Flower: Gardenia

A/N: It’s been a minute. I really needed a break from being creative. I’ve been exhausted and I wasn’t getting as much joy from writing for various reasons. I’m back, with the intent of writing without expectation so, for those that read this, I hope y’all enjoy it! I really enjoy this story and I’m gonna try not to let the notes be something I look at anymore. Writing for readers can be stressful after a while so I’m gonna dive back down to my roots and write these stories strictly for myself. I hope y’all like it! Have fun! xoxo

Please don’t steal my fics or repost or translate. Don’t be a dick.

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“Well?” you press, arms rising to cross your chest again as you square your shoulders.

Your body even angles itself as if waiting to decide whether to run as part of your fight or flight instinct.

Bucky just stands there, brow drawn down over his steel blue eyes, icy in response to your tone you assume, and says nothing.

“I thought you said you wanted to talk?” you drop your arms and hold your hands out at your sides, palms forward, waiting a moment before letting them fall and slap against the side of your legs.

The anger in Bucky’s face grows into irritation at your tone. The prickly demeanor that you can’t hide right now because you’re so annoyed and bitter, he clearly doesn’t like it.

“I’m sorry, did I do something to piss you off?” he asks, his gloved index finger pointing at his chest as he takes a step forward with his left foot then leans all of his weight back on his right.

You smile, despite yourself, but it isn’t pretty. You don’t think…

No, this smile is full of sharp bite and sarcastic amusement. 

“Did you do something?” you chuckle, hands brought up to your hips as you bite on your bottom lip and twirl your body halfway to the left and then back to the right just to have somewhere to expend the raging energy building up in your chest. “Did you DO something?”

The laugh, caustic as it is, disappears completely and is replaced by simple hurt anger.

“No, Bucky, see…that’s the problem. You did nothing. Nothing.”

You can’t seem to stop chewing on your lip and it hurts but you don’t notice.

“It’s been four months since you disappeared and you did nothing. No text, no phone call, no visit to tell me that hey, you were done with me and my shop and whatever friendship we had but let’s face it, it couldn’t have been a very meaningful or real or important friendship if it was so easily forgotten, right?

“Like, I didn’t become completely dependant on you for those few days out of the week, so it was easy to just move on. I didn’t spend night after night lugging my buckets in alone or throwing my garbage, alone. No, it would have been silly for me to expect to see you again after…after everything.

“So, yeah, you didn’t do something to piss me off, Bucky. You did nothing. And I hired a new part timer who I’m pretty sure has special abilities that she’s a little nervous about telling me about so I’m trying to be as kind to her as possible but because of her specialness, I don’t have to worry about bringing in heavy buckets or lifting heavy trash.

“Kamala handles all of that really well on her own. And…" You reach up to scratch at your hairline, averting your eyes down to the floor as if trying to think of what else you might add.

But then you realize what you need to say.

"...And I don't need you anymore." You hold out your arms again, a universal shift for outraged confusion. "So, I don't know exactly why you bothered following me back here when you've been going several months perfectly fine without worrying about me, or the shop. Not that I expected you to, or anything like that.

"I just….I thought we were friends and I was wrong. My bad. You can go now. I'm sure you've got other places to be and people you'd rather see."

Your anger collapses and while you still manage to keep an annoyed front for him, the ache in your chest is getting unbearable.

Moving back towards your counter, you grab your phone and watch through the corner of your eye as Bucky turns and moves towards the door.

Unwilling to watch him leave, you hurry back around the counter and move towards the back room where food that you know you won't be able to eat is waiting.

Tearing into your naan, you rip it into several pieces, waiting and straining to hear the ding of the bell and the click of the door to indicate that Bucky's gone.

Instead the soft thuds of his boots edge into the doorway of your back room and stop.

You look at him, still shredding your bread, and he looks so ashamed your hands stop moving.

No, he doesn’t look ashamed. That’s not right. He looks sorry. It’s kind of like shame but not exactly. There’s a tilt to the corners of his lips, a sorrow in his blue eyes. A question? But what question?

“Look, uh…”

“I don’t need an explanation, Bucky. I don’t need to hear about how you’ve been busy with Avenger work or how you’ve spent every waking moment with your girlfriend. I don’t want to hear it. Just…”

“I’m sorry.” He says it simply. Those two stupid little words and the damn look on his face, and the idiotic shift of his big ass feet in those heavy looking boots settle onto your chest and draw from you the longest and deepest sigh you’ve ever breathed in your life.

The air coming out of your lungs wavers and you grimace as you turn back to your food which you’re now absolutely positive you won’t eat with this hole growing in your stomach.

“I didn’t hear from you for months,” you shake your head. “And I feel so stupid for even feeling like I’m entitled to some kind of explanation or apology for you not being here. You never said you’d be here forever but you made it seem like…”

It’s not fair that you feel this way. Not to you. Not to him.

This sucks.

“Look, just…just go away for today and give me some time to cool off. Seeing you like that out of nowhere caught me off guard and I’m too upset to think about this rationally. Just give me a few days.”

“That’s fair,” Bucky says, but you don’t look at him. You can’t.

He turns to leave and your heart gives a terrifying jolt as he turns his back on you.

You spring from your seat, turning to face him as you grip the edge of the table with shaky hands.

“Bucky?”

“Yeah?” he asks a little too eagerly. He moves into the room, stopping to stand only a few feet from you, eyebrows high on his forehead as he waits with endless curiosity.

“Do me a favor?”

“Anything!” he says quickly, taking a step closer.

“Don’t come back if you’re just going to disappear again. It’s better if you just stay away. I can’t take the disappointment twice. Once was enough,” you plead.

Your words pull at the corners of his lips again, his eyebrows rushing down to pucker between his eyes as he contemplates the seriousness of your words.

“I’ll see ya,” he says, and he leaves, the ding of the bell and the click of your shop door leaving you to wonder whether he really means he’ll see you later or whether it’s a friendly goodbye for good.

~~~~~~~~~~

You don’t see Bucky for a week.

You don’t expect to, even though part of you is hopeful. Just as hopeful as you have been to hear from your business partner.

It’s been months since he should have been back. Way before you expected Bucky to talk to you again and yet, all of your calls go unanswered. The hotel numbers are incorrect. And his itinerary is also completely bogus.

You spend some time every week at the bank, double checking the accounts to make sure he hasn’t run off with any money but that’s no like Greg to do.

He’s the last of your kin and he’d never hurt you like that.

Finally at the end of your rope, you call the cops and they also can’t help you. So this week is a bust for both Greg and Bucky.

He doesn’t come by to help with your buckets, which is fine because Kamala got territorial when you’d told her that Bucky used to help you. Well, after she stopped gushing about an Avenger being your friend.

She looked so ecstatic about it that you didn’t have the heart to tell her that you’re not sure you ever meant anything to Bucky other than a way to pass the time between missions and dates.

On day five after your encounter with the former Winter Soldier, just as you’re locking the door to your shop and Kamala is sprinting off to the right sans jacket since spring has officially arrived, your pocket vibrates.

“Bye! See you tomorrow!” Kamala shouts back at you.

“We’re clooosed,” you sing, reminding her with amusement in your voice.

“Oh, right. See you the day after.” She shouts.

You chuckle, reach into your pocket and pull out your phone as you simultaneously reach up and try to catch the nylon strap you’d attached to your metal security shutter.

You’re only half paying attention to the strap and your eyes are instead focused on your phone. You unlock it and stop moving, hand in the air, as the preview message shows Bucky.

Heart seizing for a moment, you try to breath slowly, struggling to catch it as your heart clenches and your stomach rolls.

Why does this make you feel physically sick?

You tap on the screen and drop your arm, holding the phone closer with both hands as you stare at the short simple message.

Bucky: You still mad?

The more you read it the angrier you want to get. Instead you find yourself relishing in the fact that Bucky’s just sent you a text for the first time in ages. Why does that matter so much?

You start to type several times, but delete each message when it gets angry or sad or annoyed.

After five minutes of trying to come up with the perfect message, you send him a straight to the point, No.

Stupidly, idiotically, yet uncontrollably you stand there waiting for his response.

You’re staring so intently at your phone that you’re startled into a jump and gasp as your metal shutter comes crashing down onto the pavement, rattling angrily at the force with which it’s been pulled.

"Jesus," you cry quietly, hand and phone held tight to your chest. "Not so hard, you'll break it."

Even though your words are chastising, you know very well that Bucky won't take it as a reprimand. Not to mention you're too shocked to sound angry.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to see if you needed help but you're right, the kid takes care of it all pretty easy. What was her name? Kala?" Bucky reaches into your other hand and takes the small ring of keys from you and stoops down to lock the shutter into place.

“Kamala,” you mumble, watching him with your heart suddenly fluttering like mad.

It’s embarrassing and your cheeks and ears burn suddenly, your eyes roving over his dark jean jacket and lighter bleached pants.

His boots are the same as before. Black heavy things that you grew used to stomping around your shop.

The shine of his metal wrist catches your eye as it peeks out from underneath his jacket sleeve and the black glove he’s always wearing. You’ve never seen his arm completely before and your heart aches because you know that his girlfriend must have.

Of course she has. They’ve been together for months and months.

“Why are you sighing?” he asks, standing up straight and warming your keys in his normal hand.

“Huh?” you ask, confused.

“You’ve sighed like three times in the last minute. You okay?”

“Oh,” shit. “I’m just tired. It was a busy day. It’s National Women’s History month and lots of men were coming in for flowers for their secretaries and assistants and moms and stuff.”

“Hm,” he doesn’t sound convinced. “Nah, I don’t buy it, kid. There’s more to it than that. What’s really eating at you?”

You don’t really feel like talking about your missing partner. In fact, you want to focus on anything else.

You’ve had to put your entire expansion plans on hold. It’s depressing as well as worrying.

“Why are you sneaking up behind me? I have pepper spray in my purse, you know. I could have sprayed you.”

Trying to muster some irritation, you turn and start to move down the street towards your place. It isn’t far so it’s not like this’ll be much of a walk but despite your rational thoughts about how Bucky is taken and you should be angry at him still, you’re glad to have a few minutes to walk with him.

He huffs a small laugh, just air escaping through his full pink lips. He licks them and you turn away and adjust your purse on your shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. I was watching you and Kamala talk then I texted to see if you were still angry or not, but you aren’t so…I just wanted to help.”

You roll your eyes, irritated by that reasoning more than you should be. Offended even.

“I don’t need your help, Bucky.”

Your feet move faster, now suddenly eager to end this walk as quickly as possible.

Sturdy metal closes around your arm and then after a moment he pulls you towards the inside of the sidewalk as a car passes by honking angrily at someone jaywalking.

He stops you though, and that confused furrow of his brow from the other day comes back.

“What? What did I say? Why are you angry?” he begs. Literally, he sounds so pleading to know what it might be that he’s done because he seriously has no idea.

“I’m not some charity case, Bucky. I have an employee to help me in the shop. I don’t need a helper, okay? I don’t need you to save me.”

You let him hold your arm longer than he needs to. He’s not pulling away and on some level, you like that.

“I’m not trying to-that’s not what I’m doing,” he argues.

“But that’s what it feels like!” you shout, louder than you need to.

Frustration bubbling over, you look around as people passing look at the two of you with concern.

Embarrassed, you pull your arm from his grip and adjust your bag again.

“Okay, I’m sorry, alright? I’ll stop helping you at the shop. You don’t need to yell.” He looks around, concerned about the eyes you’re both drawing.

He is an Avenger. You suppose he’s worried about what people might think he’s doing and why some random chick is yelling at him.

“Why are you here, Bucky?” you ask again, this time your frustration boiling over into exasperation in your voice.

Bucky steps closer, closing the space to only a few inches because of the people still stealing glances.

“I missed you, okay? I-I’m sorry that I never came by or called or reached out in any way. I was busy. Really. And I thought about calling and texting so many times but something always came up. I know that sounds really shitty or like I’m making some kind of excuse, but seriously I-I wanted to call you.”

Looking into his eyes as he talks makes you want to cry. There’s so much there, so much hurt and other strong feelings that you really need to get over.

“I know you were busy, Bucky. I saw you on the news a lot.” You explain and start walking again. Bucky is quick to follow. “I assume you took like a shit at some point, right? Couldn’t you have just shot me a hi then?”

Bucky laughs again, shaking his head as he watches you then nods.

“I guess you’re not wrong.”

“I can’t explain to you why I’m as angry and hurt as I am, Bucky. It just is what it is. I wish I didn’t care. Then maybe I could go months and months without seeing or hearing from you and not give a shit, but I do care and I was…am angry. I’m just…gonna need some time. I can’t just flip that whole friend switch back on as if none of this happened. For all I knew the other day when you told me you’d see me later, you could have meant later for real, or maybe it was like a final goodbye?”

He’s got you fumbling your thoughts and struggling with your emotions so much that you’re already more tired being with him for these few minutes than you were actually working a full day.

“I know I fucked up,” Bucky says. “But you really are a friend I care about. You cheered me on when I didn’t think I could jump back into dating and helped me find my footing. That’s something that I can never repay. But I’ll start by promising you that I won’t just disappear like that again, okay?”

You watch him skeptically, eyes narrowed to slits as you wonder at the amount of disasters he must come into contact with as an Avenger that might make him break those words.

“Even if something happens on a global scale,” he says, guessing your thoughts correctly. “When I go take a shit, I’ll shoot you a text, okay?”

There’s a slight slant to his lips and his words echo in your head a few times. The seriousness with which he makes his promise breaks you and you shut your eyes as you’re overcome and laugh.

Just one really good laugh. A little because it’s outrageous, but also, the butterflies in your stomach make you feel giddy.

“Deal?” Bucky asks, dipping his head to meet your eyes.

He’s smiling when you look at him and after a slow nod, you shake your head at the ridiculousness of this whole situation and then push him away playfully as you turn away.

“Deal. Dumbass.”

[hearts-hunger]

cabin fever — part six

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part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

Series Summary: During your week away at the cabin, you and Sam make a pact — on the last day, if he tells Danny how he feels, you’ll tell Josh how you feel. It’s going to be a very long week.

Chapter Summary: It's the last day of your trip, and you want to make it one to remember.

Pairings: Josh Kiszka x Reader, Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner

Genre: Fluff, slowburn, friends to lovers, mutual pining, angst, smut

Word Count: 9k | Chapter Warnings: smoking, drinking, smut (piv sex, unprotected sex, fingering, slightly subby!josh, also josh is a boobs guy oops)

A/N: Sweet cabin fever besties! We've reached the end of this little story. I had so much fun writing it, and I'm so happy that so many of you liked it. I hold each of you very close to my heart! I hope this chapter is everything you've been hoping for, and don't worry — this isn't the last we'll be seeing of Josh, baby, and the boys. ♡

Breakfast the next morning was the happiest one you could remember. The five of you milled about in your pajamas, sipping coffee and sharing little bits and pieces of what had happened the day before. All of you were in a wonderful mood, well rested and glowing with happiness. Sam and Danny had both come out of the other master bedroom that morning, to no one’s surprise. You and Josh had fallen asleep on the couch last night after hours of talking and kissing and cuddling while Dirty Dancing and Ghost played in the background. Jake had fallen asleep on Facetime with his girlfriend, and didn’t mind the lovey-dovey atmosphere one bit.

Josh and Danny volunteered to make waffles while Jake put on coffee, and you and Sam talked as you set the table.

“He’s calling me ‘love’ now,” Sam said with a besotted smile. “Here, watch.”

He turned towards the kitchen. “Hey, Danny?”

“Yes, love?” came Danny’s response. Sam grinned at you, and you smiled back. It was pretty cute.

“I love you,” Sam called.

“I love you too,” Danny answered, and you could hear the smile in his voice. 

Sam turned back to you. “Now you try.”

You laughed. “Okay, fine.” You couldn’t deny you were a little curious; while you loved it when Josh called you baby, that was more of a second name for you by this point than an actual pet name.

“Josh,” you called.

“Hm?”

“I love you,” you said.

You heard his chuckle. “I love you, sweetheart.”

Your heart melted. You knew you’d never get tired of hearing that. Sam gave you a pleased smile as he watched your expression.

“Sappy,” he said, as if he hadn’t just done the same thing with Danny. You laughed.

“We should do Jakey,” you said. “So he doesn’t feel left out.”

Sam grinned. “Okay.”

Together, you called for Jake. You heard the boys laugh in the kitchen.

Jake came out with a plate stacked with waffles. “Yes, my little buttercups?”

Sam gave a sputtering laugh as you giggled.

“Buttercups?” Sam repeated. “That’s the best you could do?”

“It’s the best you’re gonna get from me, Samuel,” Jake said tartly. Sam reached to snag a piece of waffle from the plate and Jake batted his hand away.

“Go help bring stuff in,” Jake chided. Sam loped off to do as he said, and you smiled as you saw Danny greet him with a kiss, spatula in hand and a smudge of flour on his cheek.

When the five of you sat down at the table and started passing waffles and syrup and bacon between each other, Jake insisted on hearing the details of yesterday’s drama. You and Josh went first, and the guys rolled their eyes and gave exaggerated groans at every point in the story where some kind of miscommunication or confusion popped up. They made you laugh, and you were so thankful to be able to see the joy in it when it had been so hard to go through.

Sam and Danny went after you; blushing pink, Danny admitted that he’d just leaned over and kissed Sam while they were at the piano together. Sam, completely unruffled as he sipped his coffee, said that Danny had given it to him good the whole rest of the day.

Danny’s face was bright red, but he couldn’t help but laugh with the rest of you.

“It was pretty good,” he admitted.

“Oh, we know,” Josh teased. “Anybody in a ten mile radius knows too. Sam’s not exactly quiet.”

That did make Sam blush, and he quickly turned the conversation towards you and Josh.

“What about you two?” he asked. “A little Patrick Swayze and chill, huh?”

You and Josh laughed.

“Something like that,” Josh said. He gave you a tender look and squeezed your hand under the table. He wasn’t going to share that you’d wanted to wait, because as much as the boys loved you, they’d probably tease you about it. You smiled back at him, thankful for his considerate heart.

When the table was cleared, you volunteered to wash the dishes while the boys worked on music. Since it was your last day at the cabin, they wanted to get in a little bit more practice time before the bonfire planned for later in the evening. Josh asked if you wanted him to stay and help, but you gave him a kiss and sent him off to get dressed and go downstairs. You hummed along as you did the dishes, proud of how each song got better with every play through.

You were almost done when they started to play one you hadn’t heard before, and you couldn’t quite make out the words Josh was singing. It sounded like a ballad, and they kept playing it and fine-tuning it after Josh had sung all the lyrics.

“How’s it coming?”

You jumped a little and looked over your shoulder. “Oh, Josh.”

He chuckled and came over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing your neck.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he said. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

You relaxed against him, cherishing the feeling of him so close. “You’re forgiven.”

He swayed you gently to the sound of the boys playing, and you tilted your head to give him better access to continue his kisses down your neck and to your shoulder.

“I haven’t heard this one,” you said. “What’s it called?”

“I think we’re calling it ‘Always There’,” he said.

“It’s different from the other songs.”

He hummed in agreement. “It’s a love song.”

You smiled. “Will you sing it for me?”

“If you want me to,” he said. He waited until the boys got back to the verse, brushing your hair over one shoulder.

“You've been waiting for your lover,” he sang softly, glancing his fingers over the back of your neck. “What you'll discover is she's always there. Walk a while in her summer; she is the drummer of your beating heart.”

You drew a shaky breath when he pressed a kiss where his fingers had been.

“You’re trembling,” he said gently. “Are you cold?”

You shook your head.

“Turn around,” he said.

“I’ll get soap all over you.”

He gave a soft laugh. “I don’t mind.”

Unwilling to get his pretty green henley all soapy, you quickly rinsed your hands and dried them before turning around, securely bracketed by Josh’s arms around you. 

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

You blushed. He studied your face with gentle affection, and you put your hand to his cheek and kissed him. You couldn’t get over it — the freedom you had to kiss him whenever you wanted was heady, and you still felt a little shy.

He didn’t seem nervous at all, drawing you close and kissing you thoroughly. You felt a flood of butterflies as you put your arms around his neck.

“Won’t the boys miss you?” you asked.

His hands wandered over you. “Let them.”

You melted against him, letting him take the lead as he kissed you again. He was patient and gentle, but every brush of his body against yours sent sparks flying through you.

“I love you,” he said softly.

You smiled. “I love you, sunshine.”

He pulled back from you and gave you a delighted grin. “Sunshine?”

“Yeah,” you agreed. You carded your fingers through his curls that caught the golden morning light streaming through the window.

“I’ll make you mine,” you sang softly, a little bashful of your singing voice, but his expression crinkled with joy. “You’re my sunshine.”

“Baby,” he said tenderly. His hands moved to cradle your face.

“It’s not as good as when you sing it,” you said leaning into his touch.

He shook his head. “It’s better than when I sing it.”

He kissed you again, and you sighed against his mouth. His hands roamed over you, warm even through the fabric of your sweatshirt. Your breath caught a little when you felt his fingertips under your shirt, gently tracing their way up. 

“Okay, sweetheart?” he asked, waiting until you gave your answer. You nodded; with another kiss, he splayed his hands over your ribs, fingers glancing over the swell of your breasts.

“Josh,” you breathed. The feel of his hands on your skin was incredible — his palms were soft and warm and his fingers pressed gently, mapping out the shape of your body with tenderness and desire. He was gentle when his hands found your breasts, but his kisses were hungry and wanting.

You were a little surprised, then, when his hands started to move lower, stopping when they reached your stomach. Your cheeks burned as he gave it the same adoring affection he’d given to your breasts a second ago.

“Josh,” you said.

He hummed. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I just...” You gave a nervous laugh. “My boobs are up here.”

He chuckled. “I know. And they’re wonderful. But...”

He knelt in front of you and lifted the hem of your sweatshirt just enough to press a kiss to your stomach.

“Your tummy deserves some love too,” he said gently, peppering you with kisses.

You didn’t know what to say. You blushed hotter and felt like you might cry.

He looked up at you from under his long, beautiful lashes, his smile quickly dissolving as he read your distress. He stood.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. He didn’t touch you, but his hands hovered. “Too much? Should I stop?”

You shook your head, blinking against the sting of tears. “No, I...”

He studied your face, trying to figure out where he’d gone wrong and wanting to fix it. Not knowing what else to do, you hugged him tightly; he let out a short breath of surprise before he put his arms around you.

“What is it, baby?” he asked.

You felt a few tears fall. “Nobody’s ever loved me like that before.”

You could picture his frown. “What do you mean?”

He held you closer and it was easier to talk, somehow, safe in his arms.

“There are parts of me that I don’t like,” you said after a minute. “Parts of my body that I don’t like. And no one else has ever liked them before. But you do.”

You felt him tense a little, and you were too familiar with Josh’s protectiveness not to notice it.

“I do like them,” he said sincerely, his voice intentionally gentle. “I like you. Every part of you. Even the ones you don’t like.”

You pulled back just enough to look up at him; he put a finger under your chin and tipped your face tipped up towards his.

“You’re very beautiful,” he said, and you knew how much he meant it. He gave you a chaste kiss. “I love you.”

Your smile was a little wobbly. “I love you too.”

His expression relaxed into a gentle smile as he watched your face, and he traced his thumbs over your cheekbones.

“You have the prettiest smile,” he said.

You blushed under his palms and he kissed you, soft and sweet. You could have stayed like that forever if Sam hadn’t called for Josh from downstairs; Josh pulled back from you, and his reluctance to let you go made you smile.

“Come down with me,” he said.

“When I get dressed,” you agreed. You put your hands to his chest and gave him a gentle push. “Go make some music. I’ll be down in a minute.”

With a parting kiss, he went back downstairs. You finished up the last few dishes and got dressed for the day, bundling up a little; the boys had mentioned wanting to be outside when they were done practicing, and the weather was crisp and chilly.

They were doing a full run-through of every song when you got downstairs, going from one right into another. They sounded wonderful, completely in tune with each other. You wondered how quickly they would want to get in the studio when you got back home, and guessed it wouldn’t be long before they were recording these new songs for the album.

As you curled up on the couch to listen, you thought about what things were going to be like back home. You felt certain that Mama and Papa Kiszka would be happy to know you and Josh were together. They loved you and Danny like you were their own, and you knew they’d be pleased about Sam and Danny getting together too.

How much would things change with you and Josh together? Would you share your apartment back home when the boys weren’t on the road? You blushed at the thought, a little embarrassed — it certainly felt like you were jumping the gun on that one, considering that you hadn’t even slept together yet.

You watched Josh as he sang, admiring the way he moved and seemed to feel the music with his whole body. His expression was one of concentration and passion, his eyes closing for a moment to really listen to what they were creating. A small smile curved his mouth, and you felt yourself smiling with him.

You loved him. You were more sure of that than you’d been of anything else in your life. This was it, for you — he was it. The love of your life.

Even though it was only early days, you felt safe imagining a future with him, thinking about long-term plans that included him by your side. You were eager to start your life together, no matter what it looked like. It wasn’t going to be a quiet life — Greta Van Fleet was only going to get more popular, and you knew Josh wouldn’t want to settle down, not yet.

You knew he’d ask you to marry him, though. Not now, perhaps, but soon. Josh had always been one for domestication, as much as he denied it. You’d known him too long not to know — he wanted to be married. He wanted babies, too, and though you were nowhere near ready for kids right now, you knew you would be one day.

You propped your chin in your hand and smiled as you watched the man you were finally allowed to love with everything you had. You were both young, and you had a whole lifetime; there would be plenty of time further down the line for all the joys of domestication, a house with a white picket fence and a few mini Josh Kiszkas running around. For now, though, you were overjoyed with what you had, and you would spend every moment you could cherishing the man you loved and your three best friends.

—

They were full of energy when they ended the final song, and before you could even tell them how good they’d sounded, they were headed upstairs to find something to do. Jake found the football, and the five of you headed outside to enjoy the brisk afternoon air.

“You playing?” Sam asked you.

You sat on the steps of the back porch. “No, I better not. I’m worried about screwing up my ankle again.”

“Lame,” he said, tossing the ball to Josh, who caught it easily. “You can referee, then.”

You did, calling the shots on the Kiszka-Wagner version of two-on-two football they’d fine-tuned over the years. You usually ended up being the referee unless Ronnie was playing, and then the two of you would ask for Danny on your team and play against Sam and the twins. 

You had fun watching them have fun, and you collected outerwear that was tossed to you as they got too warm. When they took a break, Josh came over to you, his curls stuck to his temples with sweat.

“You’re playing pretty hard,” you said, handing him one of the water bottles you’d brought out earlier. “Here, have a drink.”

He took it and drank deeply, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand when he was done.

“Thanks,” he said, a little breathless.

You smiled. “You look like you’re having fun.”

He grinned. “We are.”

He sat two steps down and between your boots, leaning his head back to rest on your knee. You brushed his hair back from his face and touched your hand to his rosy cheek.

“Getting all your energy out?” you asked.

“Had to,” he said. “We were so keyed up after we finished playing.”

“You sounded really good.”

“Right?” he agreed, and you smiled at his enthusiasm.

“Everything we wrote is so good,” he said, pride and excitement in his voice. “And they all sound incredible — Sam’s going crazy on the bass, Jake’s coming up with fantastic solos left and right, Danny’s figuring out shit to do on the drums that I didn’t even know you could do — ”

He cut himself off, seemingly overcome with admiration for his bandmates.

“They’re really bringing it, baby,” he said, beaming up at you. “All of them.”

You smiled. You loved it when Josh talked about his brothers and Danny; he loved them more than anything, and no one could be prouder of them than Josh was.

“I know they are,” you said. “This album is going to be amazing.”

“Damn right it is,” he agreed.

You combed your fingers through his curls. 

“You sound incredible too, Josh,” you said. “Your voice — I don’t know how to even describe it. It’s magical.”

The pink in his cheeks deepened.

“Magical, huh?” he said with a smile. He looked up at you, his eyes almost golden in the sun. “Thank you. That’s sweet of you to say.”

You smiled. “I’m not saying it just to be sweet,” you said gently, brushing your knuckles over the apple of his cheek. “You’re very talented, Josh. You always have been.”

He turned his head to kiss your fingers. “I love you.”

“I love you too, honey.”

He grinned up at you. “Aw, I like that. Honey.”

“Do you like it better than sunshine?”

He shrugged, and you knew you could call him anything and still make him happy. “I like whatever you call me, baby.”

You leaned over to kiss him, and he put a hand to your cheek. Your noses bumped together and you laughed.

“You’re so cute,” he said, his voice completely adoring.

You blushed. “I think you’re pretty cute too.”

“Alright, lovebirds, you’re both cute,” Jake called from the yard. He chucked the football towards his twin and it bounced off of Josh’s sneaker.

“Guess that’s my cue,” Josh said.

You gave him a quick kiss before he stood; he grabbed the ball, throwing it back to Jake with way more force than necessary. Jake, as much a ham as his twin, caught it against his stomach and staggered back like he’d been shot.

“So dramatic,” Josh chided, but his grin was telling. They set up to play again, and you gathered all their jackets as you stood.

“Sandwiches, boys?” you asked. You got a chorus of “yes, please” in return.

“Can you make hot chocolate too?” Sam asked, catching the ball when Josh tossed it to him. He gave you a charming smile. “Please?”

You pretended to relent. “Anything for you, Sammy.”

“Thank you!” he called as you went inside. You heard them start to play again, a steady stream of laughs and shouts of indignation and cheers of triumph drifting through the screen door; you smiled to yourself as you set about making lunch.

They came inside as soon as you called for them, all flushed from exertion and cold. You gave them each a mug of hot chocolate as they sat around the table and started making their sandwiches from the fixings you’d put out.

“Oh, you’re the best,” Sam said when you put his mug in his hands.

You smiled. “I know.”

You sat at the head of the table and sipped your hot chocolate, content to listen to the boys talk and bicker and laugh amongst each other.

“Here, baby,” Josh said, handing you a plate with a beautifully constructed sandwich.

“You made one for me?” you asked. You’d been waiting for the boys to get what they wanted first, since they’d worked up an appetite.

He looked a little worried. “Yeah, I mean — ” He rattled off what he’d put on it. “That’s what you like, right?”

You softened. “Yeah,” you said. “That’s exactly how I would have made it. Thank you.”

He looked pleased that he’d gotten it right. “You’re welcome. Dig in.”

Sam and Jake were too busy discussing the finer points of touch football to have noticed the exchange, but Danny gave you a knowing look and a sweet smile. You couldn’t help a small smile back; it was much nicer being lovingly teased about cute little moments now that you and Josh were together, and you knew Danny and Sam felt the same way.

After lunch, the boys were tired, and the five of you crashed in the living room for a little “quiet time,” as Mama Kiszka always called it. You remembered fondly the Saturdays spent at the Kiszka house; you and Danny would walk over in the morning and spend all day there, the five of you playing outside or jamming in the basement or racing each other in Mario Kart. The Kiszkas were always happy to have the two of you, and the only thing requested of your rather rambunctious group was an hour of quiet time after lunch. Usually, you all sat around the table and did your homework, but some days would find all of you doing a jigsaw puzzle or camped out in the twins’ room reading whatever series you were all obsessed with at the time.

As you all got comfortable in the living room — Sam and Danny on the loveseat, you and Josh on the couch, and Jake in the easy chair — you saw Jake’s copy of Bound for Glory sitting on the coffee table.

“Hey, Jake,” you said.

He hummed. “What’s up, kiddo?”

You nodded to his book. “Will you read for us?”

“Sure, if you want.” Jake picked it up and thumbed through until he found his page, the motion pulling Sam from his conversation with Danny.

“Hey, is that your Woody Guthrie book?” Sam asked, interested.

“Yeah,” Jake said. “I’m gonna read it to you.”

“Oh, cool,” Sam said. He snuggled against Danny, who put his arm over his shoulder. “What’s happened so far?”

While Jake gave a rundown of what he’d read, you stretched out on the couch next to Josh. He propped his feet on the coffee table and relaxed into the corner of the couch, already looking ready for a nap, and you lay with your head in his lap.

“Comfortable?” he asked you.

“Yeah, are you?”

He hummed in agreement, slowly brushing his fingers through your hair. “I’m probably gonna fall asleep.”

You gave a soft laugh and patted his knee. “That’s ok, honey.”

Jake started to read, his voice soothing and inviting as the rest of you listened. As promised, Josh did fall asleep soon after Jake started reading; Sam followed a few minutes later, his head on Danny’s shoulder. You and Danny exchanged smiles as the brothers’ soft snores mixed with Jake’s voice.

“That’s the end of that chapter,” Jake said eventually, dog-earing the page and setting the book back on the coffee table. “You two coming out for a smoke?”

Danny eased Sam off of his shoulder while you lifted your head from Josh’s lap; you received a sleepy grunt of protest that you quickly soothed by putting a throw blanket over him.

“You’re leaving?” he mumbled.

You kissed his cheek. “Just for a smoke. Go back to sleep, lovey.”

He was satisfied with that, shifting a little to get more comfortable against the arm of the couch. You, Jake, and Danny quietly made your way out to the back porch, where Jake gave you and Danny each a cigarette.

“Crazy how cold it got this week,” Jake said, huddling further into his flannel. “I mean, we were just swimming a few days ago.”

“It’s nice,” you said, blowing out a stream of smoke as you leaned your forearms on the railing. “I love weather like this.”

There was just enough bite in the air to make you want to stay in and be cosy, and the sunlight was a deep, golden color as it bathed the woods around the cabin. It was apple-picking weather, bonfire weather, playing football with your best friends weather. The perfect way to end your trip.

“It’s gonna be cold at home,” Danny said, standing on your other side. You were warm between the two of them, and you enjoyed their closeness.

Jake took a long drag. “Yeah. I’m not ready to go back.”

You knew what he meant. This week away had been a break from all the business of day to day life. You kind of wished you could live out here forever, just the five of you.

But going home would be nice, too. You were excited to be back in real life as Josh Kiszka’s girlfriend, to have him with you even when things weren’t idyllic like they were here. And you knew Danny felt the same way about Sam, and that Jake was ready to see his girlfriend.

“We’ll have some downtime again sooner than you think,” you said. “I know you guys are going to be in the studio a lot, but Halloween is coming up, and then Thanksgiving and Christmas. Plenty of time to hang out and get drunk around the bonfire.”

Jake and Danny both gave a light chuckle.

“Let’s not forget New Year’s,” Danny said. “Maybe now that you and Josh are together, you can reign him in a little bit.”

Last year, Josh had gotten terrifically wasted on salty dogs and set fire to Sam’s cardboard cutout of Iron Man he’d nicked from a movie theater in high school. Sam had been upset the next day, when he was sober enough not to find it incredibly funny, and Josh had done his best in the weeks after to find Sam a replacement.

“Despite what Huey Lewis says, the power of love does have its limitations,” you said with a laugh. “But I’ll try my best.”

The three of you stood out on the porch for a while, huddled together for warmth as you talked about anything and everything. Jake was keen to get started recording as soon as they got back, his expression alight with his passion for music; Danny was looking forward to telling his parents about him and Sam, and thought it would be funny to bring Sam over for dinner one night to “meet” his family even though you’d all known each other for years. 

“He’s nervous,” Danny said, affection and sympathy in his voice. “Even though my mom and dad love him, he’s worried what they’re going to think about us being together.”

“Your parents aren’t going to be... surprised, are they?” you asked. “I mean, that you’re bringing home a guy.”

He shook his head. “Nah, they’ve known for a while. I don’t know if they’d know the name for it if I told them, but they do know that I’m bi.”

“Do you think your parents will be surprised?” you asked Jake.

He shrugged. “Probably not. Sam’s never come out to them officially, that I know of, but we all kinda knew he was bi.” He gave Danny a smile. “Mom’s going to be over the moon about you two. Even if she didn’t know Sam was into guys, she’d be thrilled you two are together.”

Danny’s smile was a little bashful. “Thanks. I hope so.”

Danny’s gaze caught on something behind Jake, and his expression brightened.

“Hi, love,” he called cheerfully, extending a hand towards his boyfriend. “We were just talking about you.”

Sam looked like he was still waking up, and he took Danny’s hand and snuggled close to him.

“All good things, I hope,” he said with a yawn.

“All good things,” Danny agreed, running his hand up and down Sam’s arm to warm him.

“Is Josh awake?” you asked.

Sam nodded. “I think so.”

A few seconds later, Josh came out to join you on the porch, looking only slightly more awake than Sam. He went into your arms and buried his face against your shoulder, giving a contented sigh.

“Have a good nap?” you asked, brushing your fingers through his hair and lightly scratching his scalp.

He practically purred under your touch. “Hm. Yeah, really good.”

You smiled and gave him a kiss.

Jake gave a long-suffering sigh. “I miss my girlfriend.”

You all laughed, and Jake got a few sympathetic claps on the shoulder from the boys and a kiss on the cheek from you. Danny asked if you wanted to get the bonfire started, since the sun was starting to sink behind the trees, and you all followed him out to the back yard.

Jake and Danny took care of starting the fire while Josh and Sam took a few minutes to wake up, and once they stopped yawning you corralled them inside to help you bring out some things. Josh brought out the card table while you and Sam brought out armfuls of s’mores ingredients, snacks, and a whole bar’s worth of liquor and mixers. Danny put your go-to playlist on his speaker, an eclectic mix of classic rock, folk, and pop that you’d all curated over the years, and Josh started making drinks.

“For you, my love,” Josh said, handing you a solo cup filled to the brim. You took a sip; it was Crown and Coke, sweet and heady.

“Come see me when you’re done bartending,” you said, blowing him a kiss. You stood by the fire with Danny as he nursed his own drink, nudging your shoulder against his arm.

“I don’t know if I've told you yet,” you said, “but I’m really happy for you and Sam.”

He smiled. “You have told me, but thank you. I’m really happy for you and Josh.”

“Can you believe he thought we were into each other?” you asked.

Danny chuckled. “I mean, we do spend a lot of time together. You’re my best buddy.”

You melted. “Aw, Danny. You’re my best buddy too.”

Both of you stood shoulder to shoulder — well, shoulder to bicep — and watched the Kiszka boys talking around the card table, teasing each other like they’d done their whole lives. They made a handsome trio in the firelight, their cheeks rosy with cold, bundled up in flannels and cosy sweaters. Jake said something that made Josh laugh, and your heart leapt at the sound of it.

“You really love him, don’t you?” Danny asked.

You smiled. “Yeah, I do.” You adored him; you felt like your heart might break in two just looking at him.

You handed your drink to Danny. “Can you hold onto this for me?”

“Sure,” he said.

“Or, actually, just drink it if you want,” you said. “I’ll make another when I come back out.”

He raised a brow. “You’re going in?”

“Yeah. I’m going to make sweet love to my boyfriend.”

Danny gave a surprised laugh. “Okay. Have fun.”

You grinned. “I plan to.”

You crossed to the card table, and you couldn’t help but smile when Josh caught sight of you and his whole face lit up.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he said, taking your hand when you offered it. “Need a new drink already?”

You shook your head. “Nope. I need you to come inside with me for a minute.”

“Okay,” he agreed, a little bemused. Jake and Sam joined Danny at the fire as you led Josh inside, both of you a little giggly as you started to feel your buzz.

“Where are you taking me?” Josh asked, his hand warm in yours. You brought him into your bedroom and closed the door, leaning against it for a moment.

“Sit,” you said, gesturing to the bed. You weren’t trying to be sexy at all; in fact, you were feeling a little nervous, and you hoped your voice wasn’t as shaky as it sounded to you. You knew you were ready, but that didn’t get rid of the butterflies you felt at having him in your room, waiting for you to speak.

He did as you said and sat on the edge of the bed, his body language intentionally relaxed as he took off his jacket.

“Everything ok, baby?” he asked. You read his confusion; he’d thought he knew what you were bringing him inside for, but now he couldn’t be sure.

You nodded. “Hold on one second, ok?”

“Take your time,” he said, without knowing what he was waiting for. You felt his gaze on you as you crossed to the nightstand, pulling out your phone and putting on the John Denver playlist Josh had put together for you a few years ago.

He smiled when “Annie’s Song” started to play. “Is this the playlist I made you?”

You nodded and gave him a shy smile as you took your jacket off and draped it over the chair in the corner. You extended your hand to him like you had earlier.

“Dance with me?” you asked.

He took your hand and stood, drawing you close to him like he’d been doing it forever. You felt somehow flooded with nerves and yet completely safe in his arms, letting him lead you in a slow dance.

“As much as I love dancing with you,” he said, kissing your jaw, “I don’t think it’s the only reason you brought me into your bedroom.”

“No?” you asked. You were trying to be coy, but your blush gave you away.

He chuckled and kissed your cheek. “No, I don’t think so.”

You put your arms around his neck, combing your fingers through the curls at the nape of his neck. “I’m ready.”

He kissed you. “Are you sure?”

You nodded. “I’m sure.” You pressed closer to him. “I’m more sure than I’ve ever been about anything in my life, Josh. Take me to bed, please?”

He grinned. “Since you asked so nicely.”

He was slow and sweet as he helped you undress, humming along with the music as he pressed kisses to every part of you he uncovered, murmuring words of praise for how beautiful you were. He blew on his hands to warm them before he touched your bare skin; you still shivered, but whether from cold or nervousness you didn’t know.

He took his shirt off and drew you flush to him, kissing you as he let his body warm yours.

“Are you nervous?” he asked, tracing his fingers down your back.

“A little,” you admitted in a soft voice. He still had his jeans on, and his belt buckle was cold against your skin. “I’m sorry.”

“No, sweetheart,” he said quickly, gently. “Don’t be sorry. You don’t have to be sorry.” He gave you a bashful smile. “I’m a little nervous too.”

“You are?” He didn’t seem nervous to you; he’d been nothing but composed, cool, steady.

He hummed in agreement. 

“I love you, and I want this to be good for you,” he said. His hands still wandered, coaxing your desire into a steady flame. “It kind of feels like the first time we played a big show.”

You smiled. “You’re getting stage fright?”

He gave a soft laugh. “Something like that.” He kissed you. “Worried I’m going to forget the words to the song, or something.”

You were endeared to his honesty and the shy smile he gave you. You pressed closer and framed his face with your hands.

“You won’t forget any of the words,” you said. “And even if you do, I still love to hear you sing.”

He smiled. “I love you.”

You put your hand on his chest, right where his heart beat. “I love you too.”

He unhooked your bra and slipped it off of you, letting it join the rest of your clothes on the floor. You were only in your underwear — you fleetingly wished you’d packed something more fancy, but the way he looked at you told you he would have found you beautiful no matter what you wore.

“You’re breathtaking,” he said. “Every inch of you, baby.”

You gave him a shy smile. “Thank you.” You tried not to be bashful under his adoring gaze, letting yourself enjoy the pleasure he took just from looking at you.

“Come to bed with me, lover,” you said, touching his cheek. You tugged on his hand and led him to your bed, getting comfortable as he took off his jeans and joined you.

“Josh,” you said in wonder, your fingers hesitantly brushing over his chest as he hovered over you in only his boxers. A simple necklace dangled around his neck, the pendant catching the warm lamp light; your fingers traced the hollow of his collarbone, the light dusting of freckles over his shoulders.

“You’re so beautiful,” you said.

His cheeks pinked. “Thank you.”

He kissed you deeply, and your hands wandered all over him, tracing the planes of his lean body. You were drunk with it, the feel of his skin on yours, the taste of gin and tobacco as he kissed you, the smell of wood smoke in his hair.

“Let me try something,” he said, lying on his side next to you. You nodded, but your breath caught when he pulled off your underwear and tossed it to the floor.

“Easy, baby,” he murmured against your skin. His fingers trailed down your tummy, tickling a little; you couldn’t help but giggle, and he smiled at you like you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

“I love it when you laugh like that,” he said gently, his fingertips tracing over the tops of your thighs, just close enough to tease. “Like you’re trying not to, but all that joy has to come out somehow.”

You pulled his head down to kiss him. “What did I do to deserve you?”

He smiled. “Just lucky, I guess.”

His hand moved closer to your heat. “Spread your knees for me, pretty girl.”

You took a shaky breath and did as he said, feeling a full-body blush as he dipped his fingers between your folds. He was gentle and slow, but every movement of his fingers drew the steady flame of your desire into a roaring fire.

“Josh,” you sighed against his mouth. He moved deeper, circling your clit.

“Say my name like that again.”

You whimpered a little when he teased at your entrance. “Josh.”

He gave a choked groan and eased a finger into you, and your hips arched up towards his hand. You let out a shaky breath that turned into a moan as he pressed against your clit, and you blushed.

“Sorry,” you said, a little embarrassed at how loud it had been.

He grinned. “Don’t be,” he said. He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “You sound so pretty like this, baby.”

He didn’t give you time to blush again before he set back to work, easing another finger into you, curling them in a come-hither motion.

“Josh, please,” you managed, your breaths stuttering as you gripped his shoulder and kissed him. Your head tilted back as he circled your clit, and he kissed a love mark into your neck.

“Fuck,” you breathed, hips rising to meet his hand. Heat curled between your legs, tense and heady, making you tremble beneath him. “Oh my god, I’m gonna — ”

You cut yourself off with a broken moan as his fingers moved inside you.

“Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice low with desire.

You gripped his arm to steady yourself, feeling his muscles shift under your hand as his tempo increased. Breathless moans spilled from you, needy and wanting.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about you like this?” he asked, love and desire in his voice as he kept you just on the edge of orgasm. Short little whines escaped you at his every movement; your legs squeezed together around his wrist.

He kissed you. “Do you know how often I’ve imagined what you sound like when you’re taking your pleasure? How long I’ve wanted to know how pretty you look when you’re about to cum?”

“Josh,” you begged. His voice alone was going to tip you over the edge if he kept talking like that.

He looked pleased at the raggedness of your voice.

 “What is it, baby?” he cooed. “Tell me.”

“‘M gonna cum,” you panted.

“Are you?” he purred. He kissed you. “God, you’re so beautiful. Cum for me, sweetheart.”

That was all it took, and you were moaning and twisting beneath his hand as he drew you through it. 

“Oh, Josh, yes, please,” you babbled, chanting his name like a prayer. He kept a steady pace, praising you and telling you he loved you as you rode your ebbing waves of pleasure.

“Thank you,” you said breathlessly.

He took his hand from between your legs, careful of how oversensitive you were, and drew you close to his chest.

“You’re welcome,” he said sincerely, a pleased smile on his face. “I do ok? Did I forget any words?”

You laughed and kissed his nose. “No, you were perfect.”

You tangled your legs with his, hooking your leg over his thigh and pressing close to him. You could feel how hard he was, but he held you close and kept up his gentle, grounding touch.

“That felt ok?” he asked. “Not — I mean, from a pleasure standpoint, of course I hope it was good, but... in general? You feel alright?”

You rested your hand against his neck and traced your thumb over his cheek. No one else you’d ever slept with had checked in with you like this, had ever taken the time to make sure you felt safe and comfortable like he was doing now. You knew he must be eager to take his own pleasure, but his love for you outweighed his physical desire.

“I feel wonderful,” you said, meaning it. You met his eyes. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone, Josh. It feels... perfect.”

He smiled, genuine and warm. “I think so too,” he said. “Being with you... I didn’t even know it could feel like this. Like everything’s the way it should be.”

He kissed you, sweet and adoring. “I love you so much, baby. More than I could ever tell you.”

You melted against him. “Me too.”

He kissed you like that for a while, holding you as you came down from your high until your overstimulation eased. He hummed “My Sweet Lady” against your skin — I promise I will stay right here beside you. You felt yourself warm to your desire again as he worshiped you with his hands, his long, slender fingers tracing every inch of you as he told you how beautiful you were to him.

“Josh,” you said and his jaw.

“Hm?”

“Your turn.”

He watched you with wide, adoring eyes and sat up against the pillows as you straddled him, his fingers going to your hips and rubbing circles there. He gave a choked little gasp when you pressed your heat against him, his voice pitching up sweetly, and you felt an overwhelming wave of love for him.

“Josh,” you cooed, lightly tracing your nails over his chest, into the dips and swells of his body. He was flushed under your palms, his heart racing as you leaned close to kiss him.

“Baby,” he said, a little breathless. You pulled back and saw he was already a little blissed out.

“What is it, love?” you asked.

He took a steadying breath. “I don’t — ” He groaned when your hips rolled against him. “I don’t have a condom.”

“That’s ok,” you said, carding your fingers through his hair. “I’m on the pill.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice a little clearer; he met your eyes.

You smiled. “Yeah, I’m sure. Now, are you gonna take your boxers off, or should I?”

You couldn't help a soft, affectionate laugh when he quickly made to comply. You raised yourself up to give him some room, inevitably leaning closer to him, and he lost touch with reality for a second.

“Good god,” he moaned, giving into temptation and pressing kisses all over your breasts. “You’re gonna kill me, baby.”

You grinned, feeling pleasure build between your legs at the feel of his mouth and hands on you. “That good, huh?”

“Fantastic,” he said with feeling. He allowed himself a few more seconds before he finished taking his boxers off; his hands found your waist again, running over your curves with unflagging enthusiasm and desire.

“You’re so warm and soft,” he said, his voice a little lovesick. “Perfect.”

Taking your time, you sank down on him until you had taken him completely. You both sighed when you were settled, taking a moment to get used to each other.

“You’re perfect too,” you said, tilting your head back in pleasure. It was heady, the feel of him filling you, his warmth both inside and out; you were a little lost in the sensation.

“Baby,” he said after a moment, his voice a little strained.

You met his eyes. “What is it? Are you ok? Do you want to stop?”

“No,” he said quickly. He swallowed. “Just... you can move. If you’re ready.”

You relaxed and gave a soft laugh. 

“Sorry, honey,” you said, starting to roll your hips. “You just feel so good.”

His lashes fluttered as his head tipped back against the pillows, a soft gasp tumbling from his lips. You leaned close and kissed him, catching his moans against your mouth.

“Baby, baby,” he said, a beautiful, desperate catch to his voice. “I love you so much.”

His voice unraveled any control you had, and you rocked against him to take him deeper as you steadied yourself on his shoulders. He kissed your collarbone, fingers digging into your hips; your breath came in little gasps as the drag of his cock inside you made stars dance across your vision.

“Fuck,” he managed, feeling you tighten around him. “You feel so good, sweetheart.”

He had never looked more beautiful to you. His cheeks were flushed, his curls messy and falling across his brow, his expression bright with pleasure; his head was tilted back, his neck glistening with sweat, his pulse beating wildly.

He said your name like a moan, his fingers going to circle your clit again. Pleasure shocked through you, making you gasp.

“Josh,” you breathed, pressing kisses to the column of his throat. He was warm and sweet, and you felt a thrill at being loved by someone as handsome as he was.

When you pulled back to look at him and saw complete and utter adoration in his eyes, you couldn’t have stopped the wave of pleasure that crashed through you if you’d wanted to.

His name tumbled from your mouth over and over as you tightened around him, losing yourself in the feel of him. He gripped your waist hard enough to leave bruises, pulling you down onto him. He gave a broken gasp. 

“Gonna cum, baby,” he said desperately.

Your legs shook with exhaustion and pleasure, but you kept your pace. 

“Good boy,” you purred, running your fingers through his hair. You didn’t know what had possessed you to say it, and you blushed as soon as you had, but he gave such a pretty little whine that you wanted to do it again.

“Cum for me, love,” you said, touching a hand to his rosy cheek, running your thumb over his bottom lip. “Be a good boy and cum for me.”

He sucked in a sharp breath, the sound colored with pleasure, and you felt him shudder when he came deep inside you. You rode him until he was spent, and you couldn’t help a smile as he melted against you with a dreamy, blissed expression.

“Holy shit,” he managed, his chest rising and falling with deep, unsteady breaths. You pressed kisses everywhere you could reach.

“You’re so beautiful,” you said in adoration. “So good to me, Josh. I love you.”

“I love you,” he said, and you could hear the tinge of exhaustion in his voice. He framed your face in his hands.

“Thank you,” he said. 

You smiled. “My pleasure.”

You held each other as you came down, exchanging breathless, messy kisses. You were a little cold with the adrenaline and pleasure wearing off, and you shivered under his hands.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

You nodded.

He kissed your cheek. “Let’s take a shower.”

A little wobbly on your feet, you let him take the lead as he draped the blanket over both of you and led you to the bathroom. He let you get in first when the water was hot and stepped in behind you.

“Come here, pretty girl,” he said, drawing you close. He lathered his hands with body wash and washed you, his touch gentle and steadying, intended to soothe rather than tease. He washed your hair next, easing his fingers through your tangles, kissing your face.

“Nice and warm, baby?” he asked.

You pressed close to him and gave him a hum of agreement.

You took your time washing him, giving him the same gentle affection he’d given you. He basked in the feel of your hands, and he gave a contented sigh when you massaged your fingers through his curls.

“Can I ask you something?” you said.

His eyes fluttered open. “Sure. Shoot.”

“Did you...” You would have blushed if the water hadn’t been so warm. “Ok, be honest. At the end, when I said ‘good boy’... did you like that?”

His smile was a little sheepish. “Yeah, I did. Nobody’s ever said that to me before, so if you’d asked me then, I don’t know what I would have said. But yeah, I liked it a lot.”

You smiled, relieved that he’d liked it. You thought he had, but you wanted to make sure.

“You can always tell me if I do something you don’t like,” you said. You knew he knew that, but it didn’t hurt to say it.

His expression softened. “I know,” he said. “Same goes for you, baby.”

You talked for a little while longer, enjoying each other’s closeness and the warmth of the shower. He helped you towel off when you got out and brushed your hair for you.

“See you in a minute,” he said, giving you a parting kiss as he let you go to your room to get dressed while he went to the bunk room for his clothes. You dressed warmly, taking one last glance in the mirror before you left your room.

You had always heard of the “glow” that people got when they were in love. You saw it in Sam and Danny, and you saw it in Jake when he talked about his girlfriend. You’d always wondered if you would have it, one day, and you’d always known it would be for Josh and no one else.

Looking at your reflection, you saw the sparkle in your eyes, the warmth of your complexion, the smile that never seemed to go away when you were thinking of him. You gave a soft laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Josh asked affectionately, putting his arm around your waist when you stepped out into the hallway. You snuggled close to him as he led you outside.

“I’ve got the glow of a woman in love,” you said.

He chuckled and kissed your cheek. “Yeah, you do. It’s very pretty on you, baby.”

He held the door open for you, and you weren’t in the least surprised when the two of you were met by cheers and wolf whistles as you came down the porch steps. You gave the boys a wry smile as you and Josh accepted the drinks that were handed to you.

“How was it?” Sam asked, slinging his arm over your shoulder. “Passable?”

You laughed. “If you must know, your brother is very talented.”

Sam’s smile was more of a grimace. “Gross,” he said. “But good for him.”

He steered you towards the fire that cast a warm glow over the yard now that the sun had set.

“Lordy,” you said, sputtering a little after a sip of your drink. “Is there any mixer in this?”

He grinned. “I dunno,” he said cheerfully. “Jake made it, so probably not.”

You leaned against him, both of you laughing a little at his tipsy lankiness.

“You guys have fun without us?” you asked.

“Tons,” he agreed. “But we're glad you're back. Jake got Danny to do shots, so my big guy’s ready to party all night long.”

As if on cue, you heard Danny and Josh start to sing along with the Led Zeppelin song that had just come on. Jake joined in when he’d downed the last of his drink.

“I was thinking about our pact while you were gone,” Sam said. “Do you think it would have been better if we’d just told them that night?”

You shrugged and smiled up at him. “I think it turned out the way it was supposed to. Besides, we have a pretty good story to tell about how we all got together.”

He laughed. “True.”

You welcomed the boys over when they’d made another round of drinks, all of you talking and laughing around the fire as the music played. You knew none of you would be in bed before dawn — you had the whole night ahead of you to be together, and you were going to cherish every last moment.

Josh put his hand in the back pocket of your jeans and gave you a kiss.

“Happy, baby?”

You smiled and kissed him back to the sound of your best friends’ affectionate teasing, knowing you were happier than you had ever been. 

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Hey! I read for dad! Lucifer post and seeing that your requests were open I wanted to know if I could ask for a second part to it, maybe how things evolve between Lucifer and his child and your relationship?

If not, could I request a similar scenario (the dad angst) with Mammon? Thanks a lot!

Much Better Off (Dad!Mammon x F!Reader)

A/N : Wew boy, at this point the only brother's who haven't been made into shitty angsty dads are Leviathan, Satan, and Beel (who already has a dad!fic I just can't make him an asshole... I just can't see it, he's a teddy bear, he would never do anything to hurt MC) Word Count : 3K Warnings : pregnancy; maternity; children; babies; child birth; labor; angst

Mammon would do anything for you, that much was made very clear. He loved you wholeheartedly, he was devoted to you, he was the perfect boyfriend all around. That’s why you weren’t worried, you felt like you didn’t have to be worried, you assumed that he would be there with you, for you, standing right beside you as you both went through this together. Who would have thought that this was the one thing that he didn’t want to take part in with you? Not you…

“Are ya kiddin’ me!? I ain’t ready for a damn kid! Look at me!” He shouted as you sat on the edge of his bed, twirling your fingers as you waited for him to stop ranting. The worst part was that you hadn’t even told him the news, you had just asked him how he felt about having a child together. Seeing his reaction made you want to turn, walk out now before he got any more upset than he already was. “Why’re ya askin’ anyways? We don’t need no kid, we got each other. How we gonna do anything with some baby screamin’ and cryin’ all the time? Gotta think about these things babe.” Your lip quivered as you continued to listen to him, his stance on the situation already clear to you before you had told him anything at all. The sight of you on the verge of crying made him shut up, cocking his head to the side as he studied your expression. “What’sa matter? Why’re ya cryin’?” “Whatever, Mammon. Just leave me alone. You think you can do that?” You snapped at him, quickly wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeve as you got up from the bed, walking to the door as he watched, clearly confused and unable to think of a time when you had snapped at him, let alone told him to leave you alone. He didn’t get it, and he didn’t think that he had said anything wrong. Asking him how he felt about having a kid was a silly question, especially considering who he was. Did you really think he’d be able to put his money towards some infant? It was hard enough already to share his money with you. You walked into your room, staring at the little white stick that laid on your desk, the two pink lines that had sparked joy in you only moments ago now felt like two walls, and they were closing in on you much too fast. “I’m sorry…” You mumbled, unsure of who you were even saying it to, but it seemed like the right thing to say. Sorry to yourself for believing that Mammon was capable of actually growing up, of taking responsibility. Sorry to Mammon for having that much hope in him, for almost placing so much responsibility on the shoulders of someone who couldn’t even zip up his pants without getting his dick caught in the zipper on the first try. But most of all, sorry to the child that you were carrying who had an absolute imbecile as a father and a mother with poor judgement for even thinking that he would potentially make a good father.

Mammon stood outside your bedroom door, his hand raised as he wondered whether he should knock or just walk right in. Surely you’d be pissed at him either way, but he heard the soft sounds of your breathing and he knew that you were sleeping. He should have walked away, he should have waited for you to wake up so he could actually talk to you, but he needed to know what was wrong, what the reason was for bringing up a child, and he hoped that he’d find the answers somewhere in your room. He opened the door carefully, making sure the hinges didn’t squeak or squeal to alert you that he was there. Seeing you curled up on the bed, holding tightly onto your pillow with the blankets wrapped around you, it hurt just a little. You should be holding onto him like that. You would have been holding onto him like that if you hadn’t walked out the way you did. He sighed quietly, turning away from your sleeping form on the bed to go back to searching, his eyes going straight to your desk. There could be something in your notebooks, or maybe in your bag. He wasn’t against going through people's things, it just felt strange to do it when they were in the room. Before he could even start flipping through the pages of your books though, his eyes focused on the little white stick. He didn’t know what it was, he had never seen anything like it before. “What the…?” He clicked his tongue, studying the stick for a little bit more before shoving it in his pocket and leaving your room. He may not know what it is, but surely one of his brothers would know, and the main brother he was thinking of was right down the hall, most likely with his face stuck between the pages of a book. “Hey! D’ya know what this is?” Mammon asked, walking into Satan’s room unannounced as usual, grabbing the stick out of his pocket and holding it up in front of his brother's face. He didn’t understand why Satan looked so disgusted, or why he smacked the stick away and out of his hand. “Jeesh… I was jus’ askin’. What’s yer problem anyway?” He mumbled, bending down to pick the stick up off the floor and shoving it back into his pocket. Satan looked on at his brother incredulously, like he was looking at the biggest idiot in the entire universe, and he was pretty sure that he actually was looking at the biggest idiot in the universe. “You don’t know what that is? At all? What’s it like being so clueless all the time?” Mammon didn’t have time for his little brother’s ridicule or mocking, he just needed to know what the stick was, it might give him some answers as to why you’re so upset. He stood there staring at Satan, his hands on his hips as he waited for a real answer. “It’s a pregnancy test, you dunce! How do you not know that?” Satan groaned, flipping his book open once more, only for Mammon to drop the test between the pages, looking down at his brother with wide eyes. “What’s it sayin’?” He whispered, almost too scared to ask too loudly. He didn’t want any of the other brothers to hear him, he didn’t need them to know. He didn’t want Satan to know either, but he was the smartest brother in the house aside from Lucifer, he was just too scared of how Lucifer would react. “She’s pregnant. Congratulations. Can I get back to my book now?”

The news was out, and you didn’t know if it was relieving that you didn’t have to tell him yourself or if you were more pissed than anything that he had gone into your room and snooped through your things without you knowing. “So when was ya gonna tell me, huh?! Or did ya jus’ plan on hidin’ it till the kid popped out? Betcha was gonna try’na surprise me… Well now ya know… I don’t like them kinda surprises! I don’t want no kids!” He had stormed into your room screaming it, out the window with his plan of keeping it a secret from his brothers. They had all gathered around the door to listen to the fool and watch as he made a scene. You watched on in complete disbelief, holding your pillow tighter against your body as he continued ranting and raving. “All yer fault too! Ya got all jealous ‘cause the ‘ttention I was gettin’ so ya try tah ruin my modelin’, tie me down with some kid that I ain’t want. Who’s the stupid one now? Huh?!” You were on the verge of tears, bringing the pillow up to your face to hide behind it as he continued spewing whatever nonsense his brain could come up with, anything to shift the blame off of himself. “Mammon!” Lucifer’s voice rang loud as he pushed through the crowd of brother’s that had all been looking on in shock. “All of you, back to your rooms. Now!” No one dared to go against him, not even Satan and Belphegor, they all scurried away, but you didn’t doubt for a second that they would be listening from the doors of their rooms, waiting to see what kind of punishment Mammon would get for not only talking to you that way, but also getting you pregnant. “Down to my office.” His voice was stern, he wasn’t messing around. For once, Mammon stood up to Lucifer. He was on a power trip after yelling at you that way, and there was no end in sight. “No. I’m gettin’ outta here. I ain’t lettin’ no human hold me back, and I ain’t lettin’ no human kid hold me back or take my money. The Great Mammon is leavin’, and I don’t want no one ta follow me either.” He strode out of the room, his head held high as if saying all of that made him feel more powerful than ever. Maybe it did, maybe he got a rise out of it, you weren’t sure. Hell, you weren’t sure of anything anymore. “Y/N, are you alright? Do you need anything?” You could tell that Lucifer was enraged. The way Mammon had spoken to you and him was unacceptable on every level, but with Mammon gone, you had become his priority, the center of attention. He smiled weakly to you, walking over to sit on the edge of your bed as he awkwardly patted your legs through the blanket. “Are you thirsty? Do you need anything to eat?” You could tell that he wasn’t good at this. Comforting others wasn’t his forte, but he was trying his best, and it was appreciated. “Tissues?” You said weakly, finally letting the pillow fall away from your face. Your eyes were puffy and red from crying and repeatedly wiping them against the pillowcase. Your nose was just as red from sniffling so much and Lucifer pitied you. He knew that this wasn’t entirely your doing, Mammon was just being an asshole and trying to find a way out of any responsibility, as he always did. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket, handing it to you with a soft smile, but you were a little confused. Why was he being so nice? “Aren’t you mad at me too?” Lucifer chuckled, reaching out to pat your head softly before standing up again. “Mammon is an idiot, but he somehow has charm. Humans cannot deny him, try as they might, and you were no exception to that charm. He wasn’t careful, which is the case with most things that he is involved with. You didn’t know that something like this could happen, you most likely didn’t believe that it could, but he knew, and he didn’t care. Such are Mammon’s mistakes.” He sighed heavily, grabbing the pillow that you had dropped and placing it behind your head again. “You need to relax, be calm. I’ll bring you some tea and soup. How does that sound?” You nodded slowly, relaxing against the pillow as you dabbed away the tears that had begun to fall. It was strange that Lucifer was

acting this way, you weren’t used to him seeming like he cared, but it was welcomed and much needed.

Mammon rarely ever came back to the house after he left, only dropping by to pick up clothes or random items that he might have left behind, but he never looked at you or talked to you. He never asked about the child that was on the verge of busting out any day now, he didn’t even ask his brothers how you were doing or how you were feeling, never asking if you needed help. He didn’t care, he never cared. “Y/N, how are you feeling today?” Lucifer asked as he walked into your room. It was something that you had now gotten used to, his constant appearances to make sure that you and his brother's child were healthy and well rested. He had, in a sense, taken over, not wanting to leave you to go through this kind of thing on your own. “You’re very close to the delivery and you haven’t gotten a crib or bassinet yet? Is she going to be sleeping on the floor?” He asked, looking around the room. You giggled lightly, shaking your head as you watched him walk further in. “I’m feeling good, thank you. And no… no crib or bassinet. I was thinking she could sleep in the bed with me.” You mused, rubbing your hand over your swollen stomach and feeling your daughter kick against your touch. “A lot of parents do that so they don’t have to get out of bed in the middle of the night. At least until she’s old enough to sleep on her own.” You shifted, swinging your feet over the side of the bed and quickly walked over to help you up, tsking his tongue at you. “If you spoil her from the moment she comes out, she’ll never willingly sleep on her own. I’ll order one from Akuzon and have it shipped here, don’t worry.” You rolled your eyes at Lucifer, patting the side of your bed, motioning for him to sit down. “What is it? Contractions? Do you need me to hold your hand?” He was taking this so seriously, you still weren’t sure whether to be shocked or happy that he had stepped in when Mammon had walked out. He sat down, grabbing your hand before you had even told him what you needed, brushing his thumb along your knuckles. You bit your lip, looking down at your hands and then back up at him, letting out a small giggle. “I was actually just thinking that you’ve done so much… And I’m not even sure why… But you’ve never actually felt her kick. Do you want to? She’s moving around a lot this morning, I think she’s trying to get out.” You pursed your lips, watching for his expression. You could tell he was thinking, his eyes landing on your stomach as he watched the little waves that your daughter made beneath your skin. It was oddly satisfying to watch, and he had been wondering what it would feel like, so he slowly reached his other hand out to place on top of your stomach right before she kicked again. “Does it hurt?” He wasn’t exactly asking you, more so asking himself as she continued kicking against him which had a small smile forming at his lips. “She’s definitely trying to get out… I should order that bassinet now. I don’t think she’ll be in there much longer.” He quickly got up, standing straight as he smiled kind of awkwardly down at you. “Let me know if you need anything while I’m gone.”

Lucifer was right. Your daughter decided that she wanted out that night, and he was with you the entire time. He never left your side at the hospital, and he had even been the first one to hold her, placing his finger in the palm of her tiny hand for her to wrap her fingers around. “Let’s just hope you’re nothing like your father…” He whispered before handing her off to you, leaning in to kiss the top of your head as he brushed the hair out of your face. “You did wonderfully, Y/N. I’m so very proud of you.” Going back home was nice, all of the brothers were standing in the entryway waiting for you. They were all lined up, waiting to hug you and extend their congratulations before all getting a look at your daughter who Lucifer held close to his chest. If none of them had heard Mammon’s outburst at the beginning of your pregnancy, they all would have assumed that she was Lucifer’s based on the way he looked at her alone. With all the excitement and everything that was going on, you hadn’t even noticed Mammon who was standing next to the stairs, his eyes focused on Lucifer, but you couldn’t read his expression, not clearly. “So yer back home…” He muttered, finally stepping forward. “And ya brought the kid with ya…” You heard Lucifer growl quietly, not even realizing how close he had gotten until you turned around and saw him standing right behind you. Mammon’s eyes squinted as he looked between you and Lucifer before he started laughing loudly, waking up your daughter who had been sleeping peacefully in Lucifer’s arms. “Oh! Don’t tell me, Lucifer… yer datin’ my girl now… and ya tryin’ ta play dad ta my kid. Is that what this is?” What you weren’t expecting was to feel one of Lucifer’s arms wrap around you, pulling you a little closer to him, still growling, but much more quietly. “That’s exactly what this is. Except I’m not playing anything, I’m sure the child will be much better off with a more responsible father such as myself. Anyway, thank you for dropping by, have a great night.” Your eyes went wide as you turned to look back at the oldest brother. Was that what this was? You hadn’t even known… but… he was so good to you, and you could already see how good he was with your daughter… When was he planning on actually telling you though? He smiled down at you, rolling his eyes as he leaned down to kiss you, and you could barely hear Mammon’s gasp over your own. “I’m sorry, dear. I had a much better speech prepared for this, but as per usual, Mammon ruined it.” He brushed his thumb across your bottom lip before handing you your daughter. “I’ll be right up, I just want to show Mammon out the door this time.”

[hollandsmushroom]

That Was Hot

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

AU: Frat!Tom

Word Count: 2,356

A/N: Um, this is pure filth and it came to me when I watched How To Get Away With Murder and Asher said that was hot like i want you to sit on my face hot and I couldn’t get it out of my head. 

Warnings: Drinking, Drunkenness, unwanted Sexual advances, jealousy, face sitting, oral(fem receiving), cum eating, cum play, dry humping, frat boys. 

You weren’t drunk, tipsy? Sure, but drunk? No. Your words were clear as ever but your aim was a little wonky as you stood across the table from the two frat boys who you recognized but did not know the name of. You saw your boyfriend walking up to you, always loving to watch you do literally anything and destroying his frat bros at beer pong was one of his favorite things. The boys you were up against were blatantly waisted, their aim probably already off with how much alcohol was coursing through their veins, you were confident that you were gonna win. 

“We so got this” One boy slurred to the other, putting a hand up for a high five, receiving nothing but a brush of pinkys as his teammate almost entirely missed his hand. 

A smile grew on your lips as you watched the interaction, and untamed laughter passing your friends lips causing you to follow suit, hunching over as laughter gripped your sides, it was a drunk laugh, messy and uninhibited. Tom’s eyes were trained on you as he watched you fall apart, he knew your reaction was overstated but he didn’t care, he just loved seeing you happy.  

“What's so funny?” one of the boys inquired incredulously, his words prompting you to eye your friend again, still biting back laughter at the boy's childish response and lack of self awareness.  You both knew how this was gonna go, both confident in your ability to win, so why not have some fun while you're at it. 

“Just you guys thinking you’re gonna win” you taunted, only riling the rowdy frat boys up even more. You held the ping pong ball, flicking your fingers, tossing the feather light ball up and catching it without even looking, it was your silent tease, a taunt of challenged masculinity. One of the boys leaned forward, placing his stubby nailed hand on the beat up ping pong table, which at this point seemed to be held up together with duct tape and the spite of broke college students. There was a snarl wound tight on his lips. 

“If you’re so sure that you’re gonna win, why don't you back up your words then,” his voice was angry, and in your periphery your could see Tom about to come over and tell the guy off for talking to you like that but with a quick glance you told him that you got it, and he respected your wishes, maintaining his stance but a little more defensive now. “If I win, then fine, you beat us, but if we win, you have to do something that you really don’t want to do” You almost cackled, his inebriation limiting his ability to even come up with something to torment you with.  

“Kissing you it is then” you spoke, your voice a sugar coated venom. You tried to hold your persona but you knew that you had bothered Tom, his body tensing even more than it had after the boys taunts. You felt his hardened gaze training on you, his face twisted into the visual representation of and angry “What the fuck?” not thrilled with even the slightest possibility of your lips on someone else's. But you both knew that if you did lose the fame, a fist would sooner come in contact with that face than your lips on his. You knew that even though his eyes conveyed anger there was part of him that was proud, a small smirk tugging on his lips, appreciating the witty remark that belittled his frat brother. You turned all the way to him, giving him a warm smile, bringing your hand to your lips, placing a kiss on your palm before pursing your lips and blowing it Tom’s way, winking as his anger melted entirely and a soft smile replaced the smirk. Turning back to the boy you spoke up again, ignoring the angered look on the boy opposite yous face “I’ll play better if I am playing not to kiss you, let's get this over with” acting like you were exhausted by the notion of actually playing the game, you weren’t, in fact you were excited, thrilled by the idea of of crushing these boys machismo.  

You tossed the ball, watching as it floated through the air, barely denser than the atmosphere that surrounded it. The tension evaporated as you sank the first shot, a groan sounding from the boys mouths as you and your friend cheered. One of your opponents took the ball out of the cup, drinking down the tepid beer before setting up his shot. He over shot any of the cups by at least a foot, you caught it easily, placing it in your friend's hand so she could make her shot, and she did, easily landing it in the cup and leading the other boy to have to drink as well. The game continued this way, you and your friend absolutely obliterating the two boys.

You held your breath as you took the final shot, knowing that you would still have opportunities to try again but you really just wanted to get it over with so you could return to Tom’s arms. The shot sinking into the cup, an excited shout leaving your lips as you jump up and down, high fiving your friend. Tom smiled as he saw your true joy, thrilled that the simplest possibility of you kissing someone else was no longer on the table, the only thing left being most of the cups of beer on your side of the table. 

“Hey” the frat boy that you would have kissed if you lost spoke up, quickly moving to your side of the table and standing all too close. His breath was hot and sticky, heavy with the alcohol that was tainting every pore in his body. He reached out moving to touch your face but you stepped back. “I know we lost but I still want that kiss” he was pressing you up against the table. 

“Um, no thank you, that was the punishment” you spoke fiercely, trying to hide the fear that was growing in your chest. The boy went to open his mouth again but was cut off as a hand was placed on his chest, pushing him away from you. 

“Back off mate, leave with whatever fucking dignity you got left, and don’t you fucking dare try to touch my girl again, we clear?” Tom's voice was harsh, every word he spoke he pushed the boy farther and farther away from you, poking him in the chest with his final words to emphasize the point. 

“Um, yeah, yeah we clear” the boy exclaimed, tense under Tom’s piercing gaze. 

“Good, now fuck off” Tom growled, stepping back to let the boy scuttle off to where ever the fuck, you didn’t care and Tom only hoped that it was far away. Turning back to you, Tom cupped your cheek with his hand, letting you nuzzle into his palm. "Fucking cunt" he muttered under his breath. 

“You okay, baby?” his voice was much softer than it had been when he spoke to the frat boy, it made you feel cherished. 

“Yeah, baby, I am okay” you hummed “I just kicked ass at beer pong, I’m feeling pretty good” he leaned in, kissing your nose softly. 

“You did so good baby, it was hot watching you beat them, like I want you to sit on my face hot” his words were heavy, laden with libido and the promise of a good time. Your eyes widened at his brashness, sending a jolt straight to your core, a rushed nod seizing your neck, prompting him to grab your hand, guiding you through the muddle of people, up to his room, passing couples with tongue in each other's throats, messes of red solo cups and lust. The final flight of stairs was short, not intended for the attic to be a room, but here you were, your hand wound with Tom’s as you stood in the A slanted den. 

There was a pull on your hand, dragging you down onto the large mattress, the wooden frame creaking at the sudden weight of two tangled bodies on it. You landed on top of him, the soft unkempt blankets shifting beneath your knees as Tom’s hands gripped your ass, pulling you as close to him as possible, your clothed core dragging across his covered cock. 

“Tommy” you moaned into his mouth, his hands on your ass continuing to rock your hips against his, the friction not something you knew you needed. Right as you thought things were getting to it Tom pushed you back, a confused look cementing on your face as you watched him.

“Take your trousers and pants off, Love, was serious about wanting you on my face” he smirked at your lust stricken features, immediately removing your bottoms leaving you bare, the dim light from Toms’s bedside lamp catching on the slickness between your thighs, glistening and making Tom’s mouth water. “C’mere” he elbowed himself up, grabbing you by the ass and pulling you back onto him, this time your core ending hovering above his eager tongue.

“Tom, I need you” you whimpered, feeling his breath on your heat. He didn’t dignify you with a response, simply shoving his face between your folds, lips wrapping around your clit eliciting a moan from you. You found yourself beginning to grind against his mouth, feeling his cheeks move against your thighs, presumably into a smirk 

His hands wound around your waist, pulling you down on top of him, the added pressure of his hold pressing you farther onto his tongue, his nose nudging your clit as he lapped at your core, drinking you up like he hadn’t had a drink in years. His teeth grazed your folds, a shiver running up your spine, grinding farther down onto his face, fingers wound around his curls, tugging at it from the roots, a moan escaping his lips and vibrating through your core. He ground helplessly into the heated air, his hard cock begging for friction, the tip poking out of his waistband, leaking precum onto his lower stomach. He needed something. 

Tom twisted his hips, holding you tight against his face, he flipped you over, your back landing flat against the worn sheets, your head delving into the pillows. Tom now laid on his stomach, immediately grinding his hips against the bed, giving his dick the friction it had been yearning for, wanting to feel any kind of touch, desperate for release. His hip bones became exposed as the gyration of his hips pulled his jeans down a little more, exposing his shaft further. The harshness of the fabric against his contrasting to what he normally felt, it was nothing like the velvety muscled lined walls of your tight cunt, not comparing to the tight grip of your hand, and subpar compared to your mouth, but then again, everything that wasn’t you was a downgrade in his mind. 

“Fuck” he moaned into your heat, pressing his cock farther into the mattress, knowing that the feeling was building up more rapidly than he would like to admit. He knew he shouldn't. He knew that it would push him over the edge to look up at you but he couldn’t resist. His mouth not leaving your pussy he dragged his eyes up your body, toffee colored eyes widening as they fell upon your face twisted in pleasure, your hands gripping at your breasts and pinching your nipples. It broke something animalistic in him, bringing a hand from your ass and smacking yours away, aggressively groping the soft mounds of flesh and pinching your nipples. 

“Tommy, I’m go-gonna cum” you cried, your back arching helplessly off the bed, your thighs clamping shut around Tom’s heads, only resulting disappointment was that he couldn’t fully hear your moans, but he say your face as you fell apart under his tongue and it sent him with you. He moaned loudly into you, cock twitching against his shorts as he came onto his stomach and the bedsheets. 

Once you had both ridden out your highs he pulled away, looking up at you eagerly, meeting your gaze, your eyes carrying a similar longing to the one that was in his. 

“Fuck Tommy, you felt so good,” you panted, your praising words causing a smile to take his thin lips. “I want you in me Tommy” your voice sultry, having maintained more of your breath. 

“I want that too love but I um,” he scratched the back of his neck, tearing his gaze from yours and down to his cum smeared abdomen. 

“Oh, I see, you got off on eating me out, didn’t ya baby boy” you teased, grinning at your bashful boyfriend, pride awakening in your chest that you had caused him to cum without even touching his cock. You were amused with the embarrassment in his red cheeks. 

“Uh, yeah, I’m really sorry, love” 

“Hmm, that's okay I guess, I’ll just have a different kind of treat” you shrugged, knowing what you were about to do would have the repercussions you so desired, it would leave you full in more ways than one, cum dripping down your legs as you slept, you knew what you were doing. 

Your fingers dance on his flushed skin, gathering his cum on you fingers and bringing them to your lips, sticking out your tongue like he had done earlier, smearing it across your taste buds before leaning into his face, licking at that slickness that was dripping down his chin, the combined taste of your cums in your mouth making you hum. You licked over his lips, giving him a bit of a taste of the treat that resided between your lips before closing them, swallowing the rest. He licked his lips eagerly, eyes rolling back as your spunks mixed together, feeling the blood already starting to rush south once again, his refractory period dramatically shortened by your actions.

“On second thought, I think I can go for some more” he growled.

@spydeysense

[unwrittenlibrary]

all this devotion is rushing out of me

summary // Bucky Barnes is beautiful. No ifs, ands or buts. But there was something exceptionally beautiful about him that you were desperate to see. (bucky x fem!reader)

or; bucky barnes blushing is reader’s kryptonite and all she wants is to see it.

words // 2.0K

warnings // (hi there is a brief brief allusion to a breeding kink in this but i don’t write smut so it’s nothing graphic) mentions of pregnancy & sex 

notes // my second b.b fic also originally posted on my ao3 happy reading! i have more in the works! 

Bucky Barnes is beautiful. There’s no doubt about that in your mind.

From his newly cropped hair to the smile lines forming around his eyes. Down to the stunning metal arm and god his thighs.

Bucky Barnes is beautiful.

But your favorite part, the thing of his that you find most beautiful, are his flushed cheeks and embarrassed smiles.

The way he turns red from the tip of his ears to the apple of his cheeks and turns his eyes away with a small, embarrassed smile always makes your stomach flutter. It was so beautiful and rare that when it did happen, you just wanted to bring it back.

So while visiting Sam and Sarah, Mission Blushing Barnes, was born in your mind. You didn’t really want to embarrass him, far from it, so you knew you didn’t want to do anything in front of Sam or any of Sam’s family. But, fuck, watching him play with the boys and make himself at home with the Wilson’s had something growing in your chest.

And you wanted to see him blush. If only to end the day on a high note. So you waited and waited. Until finally, it was you and him sitting on the edge of the dock talking about nothing.

“Louisiana’s nice, isn’t it?” He asks quietly as he watches the sun set. You nod but don’t respond, too busy admiring his side profile.

The slope of his nose and outline of his lips has your mind jumping for joy that he’s yours. That he’s the man you get to wake up to and comfort. You smile when he turns to look at you, bemused by your silence. “What’s up, doll?”

You reach out to place a hand on his cheek. “Just admiring you. So pretty.” You keep your eyes focused on his face, expecting a blush at the term pretty instead of handsome. All that comes though is a snort. You drop your hand with a frown.

Bucky rests a hand on your waist and drags you closer to him. “Gotta do better than that, doll. You’ve been calling me pretty for months now. I’m used to it.”

You open your mouth in faux shock. “I have no idea what you mean.” You say in a pitched voice as you rest your head against his shoulder.

Bucky shakes with laughter. “I know you like making me blush. Gives you some sick power high.” He mumbles the words into your hair as he gives you a kiss.

You smile. You know there’s no menace behind his words. You can tell from his relaxed body language and quiet tone of voice your little mission doesn’t bother him all that much.

“Is that a challenge, Sergeant Barnes?” You glance up and Bucky looks down at you exasperated. For a moment, you think the red will appear and you’ll have won a bet before it’s even begun. But…

A smirk slides onto his face, something cocky and bright, that makes your stomach clench excitedly. “Calling me sergeant outside the bedroom isn’t gonna make me blush, sweetheart.”

You laugh softly and Bucky presses another kiss to your hair. “What do I win if you can’t make me blush by the end of the night?” He asks after a moment of silence.

You purse your lips and think for a moment. “What do you want?” You ask when nothing comes to mind. “Because I know when I win, you’ll be worshipping me.”

“I do that anyways.” He says immediately, making you laugh.

“I mean… I’ll be in charge.” You clarify with a raised eyebrow. Bucky bites down his lip to stop a smile and you hope that the blush appears just from the mention of you taking over for the night.

He shakes his head. “And if I win, you wear that suit Sam made you.” You watch as his eyes flicker over you body, definitely imagining the skin tight suit Sam had made as a joke after your complaints of how fictional heroes dressed. You had laughed and Sam had given you the real suit moments later, the skin tight suit had been stuffed into your closet and all but completely forgotten. 

“Sounds like a bet to me.” You pull back from his shoulder and hold your pinky out. “How about it, Barnes?”

Bucky leans down so his forehead rests against yours and with a wide smile he interlocks your pinky with his. “You’re on, sweetheart.”

The two of you just look at each other for a moment, until Sam’s voice breaks the comfortable silence. “Hey, weirdos! Come on, Sarah’s pulling out dessert!”

You scrunch your nose before hopping up. You don’t bother to pull Bucky with you, knowing his strength alone would probably end up sending you into the water. “Come on, baby, maybe we can steal some whip cream.” You wink as you walk backwards.

Bucky only laughs loudly and follows you. He reaches a hand out to stop you from walking off the dock and forces you spin around. “Strike one.” He whispers into your ear before running ahead of you to meet Sam.

You roll your eyes. Strikes weren’t a part of the bet and he knew it. He just wanted to psych you out. But you knew you could get that man to blush, you just had to find new material.

And you tried.

Leaning over when Sarah handed the ice cream and whispering as quietly as possible so only he could hear. “Forget the whip cream, ice cream might be a better bet.” Bucky looked down and shook his head before taking a bite of your chocolate.

Running your hand down his metal arm as you walked back to the Wilson’s. “Wonder what this arm could do to me.” Bucky had just looked down at you disappointedly. “You already know.” He hadn’t turned red, but you felt a little hotter.

You had even brought up the idea of sneaking in some adult time after the house was asleep. That had just gotten you a shocked stare as he pointed out the kids who slept upstairs.

It was getting late and you were getting desperate. It’s not that you really cared if you won or not, you know if there was something you truly wanted to try that Bucky wanted to as well, you would. You didn’t even mind the idea of wearing the suit for Bucky. The thought of wearing it even if you won had crossed your mind. You really just wanted to see his pretty face all red.

Then, the perfect thing happened. The kids were excited to mess around with Sam and Bucky. Both men were equally as excited to show off the shield and metal arm.

You hadn’t even started watching to find something to make Bucky blush, his bright smile and excited laughter as he and Sam pretended to fall to the boys power is what made you think.

Bucky wanted his own family. You knew for awhile Steve had been part of his family and when he come out of HYDRA, Steve was all that was left of it. He had you and he had the Wilson’s. But the two of you had spoken at length about your future and plans for your own family together. He was going on less and less missions and you had a steady job, so starting a family now made sense.

And you knew how you could bring it up and make him blush. It was an obvious win-win situation. 

“Buck!” You call out. His attention is immediately turned on you as he stands up straight and finds your eyes. You wave him over and laugh as the boys tease him about being in trouble.

You’re standing on the back stairs and end up being a step above him when he comes to a stop in front of you. His hands come to rest on your waist naturally as he looks up at you.

“What’s up, doll? Not in trouble, right?” He smirks and takes a step closer.

This time, you match his smirk with your own. You rest a hand on his shoulder and one on the back of his neck. “Not at all, Buck. Just wanted to tell you something.”

“Oh yeah?” He laughs gently. “You panicking? Cause I’m gonna win this bet?”

You hum in response and bend so you’re at eye level with him. “Was just thinking of how good you look with kids. I think you’ll make a great dad one day.”

The cockiness is wiped from Bucky’s face and replaced with a look much softer. “You think?” He asks quietly.

You nod excitedly. “Of course. I think you’ll make an amazing dad. I can’t wait to start a family with you.” You take a step down, so now you have to look up at Bucky. His eyes follow you happily. “In fact, I can’t stop thinking about it.”

You pause and Bucky furrows his eyebrows. You can tell he’s a little confused on where you’re going and that now he’s not even thinking about your silly little bet. Then you smile. “All I’ve been thinking about all day is you putting a baby in me, Bucky Barnes. I want it so bad.” You say the words softly as you flutter your lashes and smile alluringly.

Bucky’s eyes widen and he takes a shocked step back before looking down at you. Then you see it, starting from the tips of his ears and spreading over his cheeks. Bucky Barnes turns redder than you’ve ever seen.

“You…” He stutters as he looks around, like he wants to make sure that nobody heard the words that have just come out of your mouth. “Evil woman.”

You take a step forward to press a kiss to his lips. You can tell by his embarrassed smile that he can feel the flush on his cheeks. “Guess I get to be in charge when we get home.” You take a step back and turn to head back inside.

You feel a hand grip your own and look back at him. “Are you serious? About wanting a baby?” He asks almost shyly, like he’s worried the answer might be no.

You can’t even allow him to entertain possibility. You nod quickly and excitedly. “Of course I was, my love. I wouldn’t pull that out just to win some silly bet.” He lets go of your hand and an excited smile spreads across both your faces.

“Yeah? Gonna let me put a baby in you?” He asks, this time more excitement than embarrassment seeping into his tone and taking over his face. He moves to wrap his arms around your waist and you do the same.

“Yeah. I just might.” You scrunch your nose up at him and he does the same in return. “Might even wear the suit for you anyways, since you’ll be doing me such a favor.” You wink and Bucky laughs again. The two of you have gotten the attention of Sam and his nephews, but you’re sure they can't hear anything you’re saying.

“Think it’s you doing the favor.” Bucky leans in close and lowers his voice. “Having my baby. I know you’ll look beautiful. Fuck. I’m about to get us a flight home tomorrow.”

You feel heat on the back of your neck and butterflies in your stomach as you process Bucky’s words. “Gonna build our own little family, Barnes. Better get ready.” You laugh giddily as you lean forward to rest your forehead against his.

Bucky closes the small gap between you with a hard kiss. You press your body against his as he holds you tighter. The two of you are completely unaware of Sam’s shocked face or his hands rushing to cover the two children’s eyes.

“Gross!” He yells out and the two of you spring apart with embarrassed smiles. Bucky’s cheeks turn red again and that only makes you want to kiss him more. “That’s gross. There are kids here. And me. Nobody wants to see that.”

Bucky presses a soft kiss to your cheek before pulling away entirely. “I’ll see you later?” He asks as you begin to head back inside.

You nod with a mischievous smile. “I’m gonna go look at flights. I’m ready to be home with you, Sergeant Barnes.”

You laugh when a light blush graces his face again before he spins around and rushes back over to Sam and the boys. Sam punches him on shoulder and you can see the beginnings of a lecture, so you turn and rush up the stairs and head inside.

You rest a hand on your stomach. You’re unsure if it’s to quell the excited butterflies or because of your new plan to have a baby, but either way it makes you smile as you think.

Bucky Barnes was pretty when he blushed. Even prettier when it was the thought of having a baby with you that made him do it.

You would have fun with this.

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notes // try and tell me the idea of only u being able to make bucky blush doesn’t make u warm inside u CAN’T!