#seriously though what was waiting for me later in the trip?

[vodika-vibes]

Forbidden

Summary: A lifetime ago, you used your hurt and your pain to terrorize the nation you called home. You were defeated by the Knight Commander of the Royal Family, and sentenced into exile. Years later, you’ve accepted your lot in life and use your necromancy to make sure that your farm remains sustainable. You never expect to see the Knight Commander again, he was very clear on that, and yet here he is. Sitting on your front stoop. Petting your skeleton dog.

Pairing: Commander Cody x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1856

Warnings: None, really

A/N: So I had something of an idea, and decided to see where I could go with it. I hope you all like it.

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You eye the newspaper critically.

More specifically, the headline.

“CELEBRATING THE 10 YEAR DEFEAT OF THE NECROMANCER!” The story is a fluff piece. Detailing how wonderful life has become since the wicked Necromancer was killed.

You roll your eyes and flip open the paper to see what, actually important things, is happening in the wider world.

10 years ago you, A Necromancer who had been on the verge of achieving Lich-hood, was cut down by Knight Commander Cody. He could have killed you. He should have killed you. But instead, all he took was your arm and exiled you from your home nation with the promise that he’d come back if it looked like you were trying to take over the world again.

You wish you didn’t understand why.

But even before you were the Necromancer—a ridiculous title bestowed upon you by your enemies—and the Knight Commander, you and Cody had been friends. More than friends, even.

He had made promises, and you made promises in turn.

But the Princess of the Royal family favored Cody and she pushed and pushed until you finally broke. The straw that broke the camel’s back? The murder of your little brother. At the hands of the Princess’ personal guard.

You turned to necromancy to bring him back.

But the more you learned about the Princess, and the Royal Family as a whole, the more necessary your actions became.

...to be fair, you didn’t actually mean to kill the Princess. Oh, sure, you fantasized about it. But you weren’t actually going to do it. But she was the one who waltzed into your home as though it belonged to her, and she was the one who tried to stab you.

Really, all you did was defend yourself.

Still, you cast your gaze over to the female skeleton clad in a white dress who tends the herb garden outside your front window, you probably should have waited before turning her into a member of your skeleton army.

Oh well. It’s not like you can undo your actions, right?

Then you click your tongue as you read a smaller byline, talking about how the King and Queen are raising taxes. Again. It’s almost like they want a rebellion to form.

Whatever. It’s not your problem anymore.

You’re an honest citizen now. With cows and sheep and crops to tend to. With the able help of your skeleton legion, of course. You stand and stretch your arms over your head, making a face when your magical prosthetic makes a creaking noise in your ear.

Time for a tune-up. You’ll have to summon Monty from the in-between the next time you remember. You make a quite note on the notepad hanging on the fridge, and then grab an apple from the bowl in the middle of the table, and head towards the front door.

Maybe, this is the year you’ll start cultivating your own fruit orchard. It certainly can’t hurt. Besides, you’re fairly certain your neighbors are planning on selling their land, and if you get in early you might be able to get it for a steal.

You open your front door and immediately trip over the man sitting on the stairs.

You almost land on your face, but strong arms appear under you, steadying you and allowing you to topple into his lap instead.

“...seriously? Who sits right in front of someone’s door?”

“Ah, that would be me.” The voice is familiar. Familiar in a way that makes your blood turn to ice in your veins, and causes your fingers to twitch with the intention to gather your magic.

“Knight Commander.”

“Necromancer.”

You blink up at him, he looks...old. Tired. It’s only been 10 years, he’s only 36 years old. He shouldn’t look so old.

“You look like shit.” You say bluntly.

He shoots you a look that’s a mix between aggravated and painfully fond, “You still look like a model.”

“Oh, well. You know, clean living and fresh food—” You squirm out of his arms and smooth your shirt as soon as you’re on your feet, “So...are you here to kill me? I’m fairly certain I didn’t break any of your edicts—”

“No. That’s not why I’m here.”

“Oh.” You shift awkwardly, “So...why are you here?”

“Is it so hard to believe that I missed you?”

“Yeah, the last time you saw me you promised to kill me, so—”

“You killed the Princess and, like, a lot of other people. So many people.”

You scowl at him, “I’m aware of what I did and why I did it, Cod—er, Knight Commander. And I’m not anymore regretful about it today than I was ten years ago.”

He sighs, “Can we—can we maybe not?”

“You started it.”

Cody pauses and shoots you a look, “You haven’t grown up at all.”

You shrug, “If you wanna talk, you have to walk with me. I have chores I need to do.”

“You? Chores? Don’t you just made your legion do everything?”

“Don’t be silly. The animals are afraid of the skeletons. So they tend to the crops instead.” You turn to head towards the barn and you hear Cody fall into step behind you.

Though, as soon you you turn around the house, he pauses.

“What?” You ask, pausing as well to look over your shoulder.

“This is—” Cody trails off, “A lot more than I expected.”

You tilt your head curiously, and then flicker your gaze to your farm. You have four fields that you alternate between. You always have hay growing, one field is empty for recovery purposes, and then you have wheat growing in one field, and the other field is a mix of tomatoes, peppers, and cucumbers. Plus a few other vegetables that you like to keep on hand.

You have two barns, one for cows and the other for sheep. And a single coop filled with hens. Not to mention the half dozen farm cats and herding dogs you have running around.

All in all, it’s a normal farm. A bit big for one person, but you sell the wheat and wool, and any spare milk, butter, and cheese you get from the dairy cows. Plus, you make good money on selling the calves to the other farmers in the area.

“I’ve been doing this for 10 years, Codes.” You finally say, “And I always excel in everything I do.”

“Yeah, but...you hated getting dirty. You used to pout whenever you got muddy.”

You scoff, “What? Did you send me out here to die then?”

“Of course not. I just expected you to need to rely on people out here.”

“Disappointed?”

“Happy.”

Your gaze lingers on his face for a moment, and then you sigh and look away, “You need to decide if you hate me or love me still, Codes. You’re confusing.”

He moves so he’s standing next to you, “If I hated you, I would have killed you all those years ago. What I want is what I’ve always wanted.”

“And what’s that?”

“For you to smile again.”

You falter, and then lift your hand to rub your temple, “You and your lines, Cody.”

“It’s not a line.” He bumps you with his shoulder, “You stopped smiling after I enlisted. And then your parents died to the pox, and your brother—” He pauses, “We found evidence, a couple of years ago.” He admits, “The Princess wrote down everything she did to discredit you. Including trying to kill you.”

“That was dumb of her. I should send her to Monty for some book learning.” You mutter.

“Why didn’t you say you killed her in self-defense?”

“Would you have listened?”

“Of course I would have! You’re you!”

You release a humorless laugh, “By the time the Royal Army arrived, I had already conscripted her into my legion. It wouldn’t have mattered what I said and we both know it.”

“If you hadn’t run—”

“I would have been killed. Properly killed. Not the pretend death you granted me.”

“That’s—” He trails off and you release a sigh.

“Cody, why are you here?”

“I need your help.” He admits.

“Shocking.”

“Don’t be mean.” Cody frowns at you, “The King and Queen are up to something. Something bad.”

“They’re royalty. That’s their whole thing.”

“No, you’re not listening.” Cody says through his teeth as he grabs your shoulders and spins you so you’re looking at him, “Please.”

You scan his face for a moment, and then you sigh, “Alright, Cody. I’m listening.”

“Servants and maids are vanishing. They show up for work and then no one sees them again. And the King and Queen have become very short tempered. And there’s this sensation—” He trails off.

“Go on?”

“I’m familiar with dark magic, because of you. I know what it feels like when it’s active. And the Palace absolutely reeks of dark magic.”

“I’m guessing you’ve investigated.”

“Of course, and I didn’t find anything.”

“And why me?”

“The King and Queen fear you.” He says it so simply that you just have to stare at him.

“They think I’m dead.”

“I may have allowed them to believe that you turned into a Lich.”

“Cody!”

“What? You were going to be the first human Lich in 2000 years. That’s a big deal. I was proud.”

You smack his arm, “You are supposed to be the Knight Commander of the Royal Guard. You’re not supposed to be proud.”

“Come on, it’s you.”

“You say things like that and it makes me feel like nothing has changed between us.”

“Nothing has changed.” His hands move from your shoulders to cradle your face, “You’re still the most stunning person I’ve ever met. And I still have an engagement ring in my dresser with your name on it.”

“Everything has changed Cody. You stood against me. You raised your sword against me. You took my arm.”

“I did. I did and I’m sorry.” His grip tightens, but not so much as to be painful, before he leans in and presses his forehead against yours, “But I’m on your side this time.”

“Codes, are you asking me to retake the mantle of the Necromancer?”

“Yes. I am. I can get my brothers on your side. All of them. Even the ones who don’t like you.”

“I’m a citizen now, Cody. Honest.”

“I’m not.” His answer stuns you. “I’m taking a stand against them with or without you, my love. But no one knows dark magic like you do. I need your help.”

“I don’t want to rule anymore, Cody.”

“That’s fine. You won’t have to.”

You sigh and avert your gaze, “Let me summon Monty. My arm needs some repairs, and he’s human enough to not spook the animals.” You pause and then focus your attention back on Cody, “They won’t thank you for this, you know.”

“I’m not doing it for thanks.”

“You’ll likely go down in history as the biggest villain in this nation’s history.”

“I know.”

“You’re lucky I still love you.”

And he smiles before he leans in a kisses you, “I know.”

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[mariyekos]

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Man why does it feel so bad when people help me. I know they want to make things easier on me, and I should appreciate it, and I do in a way, but I mostly just feel like a drain. Why are they wasting time and effort on me when it could go to their own happiness or someone who needs it. I don't want to be ungrateful. I should not be ungrateful. But it makes me feel sick to my stomach. I wish I were better at accepting help or praise. Usually I just feel bad. Like they're lying to me so I don't feel bad, in the case of praise, or like I've falsely presented myself as helpless when I'm not in the case of aid. I don't know. Having a bad time right now all around. I'm so nauseous.

[salemlunaa]

VOID STATE: LAZINESS IS A DISEASE, GET WELL SOON 🧸

get your ass up and get your dream life

*mild tough love because some of you need this*

so alot of people go on about how they procrastinate the void and shifting to their new reality because of fear. but alot of you do not want or care to admit that , you’re just too fucking lazy. And to that i say seriously?? You know that you can have ANYTHING, absolutely ANYTHING and EVERYTHING you dream of, with just a trip to the void state and yet you hold it off. “I’ll do it tonight” you say, even though the most groundbreaking thing you have done today was scrolling through your phone on this app and others (which is time that could have been spent tapping in). You torture yourself scrolling through tiktok and instagram, looking at others from afar with jealousy wishing you had their lives. You add posts into your favourites telling yourself “i’ll have that life someday”, “i’ll have that body soon”, “when i shift i’ll be as pretty as her” (when you could literally have all that and better RIGHT NOW) You insert yourself in different narratives, shows and groups you wish you were apart of, when you could literally shift to a reality where you are there.

you don’t have to look at them with jealousy

you dont have to get upset about your shitty life

you don’t have to imagine

you don’t have to want for anything

you don’t have to yearn, long, desire

it can be yours, if i’m honest you should be more excited about this, scripting anything you could ever possibly dream of, even the little details, and they could be YOURS. you should start being so much more excited about this, about your dream life, like seriously. And that excitement about having everything should motivate you to tap in. Instead your lazy ass has adopted a loser mentality, doing absolutely nothing all day telling yourself you’ll “try at night” and when you don’t get in you repeat the cycle. You abandon responsibilities telling yourself it doesn’t matter because “youre gonna shift anyways”, and you don’t even put in the actual effort. It’s a very dangerous cycle to go down and you can go from moving round that cycle once to doing it 30 times and before you know it you’ve spent a month in this rut.

you don’t have to wait until the night and you know that so don’t give me bullshit. Take those limiting beliefs away and do it at any time of day when you get the chance.

Do you know how lucky you are to even have the access to learn about this shit. There are probably so many people much more disciplined than you, that would do so much with this information, who don’t even have access to the internet or any outside resources to even reach this sort of information and you’re fucking wasting your days lurking on this app. doing what? And it’s sad because, this community is so small meaning you are here for a reason my love, all that shit you went through and didn’t deserve, you looked at it all and knew there was more out there for you, knew that you were deserving of more. And i’ll be dammed if your lazy ass ruins it for yourself.

You have overcomplicated the void so much to the point where you’re scared to “fail” and “let yourself down” so you put it off and say you’ll “do it later”. Now remember, you cannot fail the void, you cannot fail something that is inside you, something that IS you. What you fail to do is stand firm in the fact that you’re a god and can do anything, everything is easy for you so get off your ass and go shift.

i just HAD to 🤭 @smellofemale

you deserve everything, and you CAN, in fact, have it all. JUST DO IT 🥥💋

[reidsworld]

Beekeeping Age

Summary: Who knew having a crush on your best friends dad would turn out so good? Based on this request.

Pairing: Hugh Jackman x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warnings: Age Gap (25 and 55), Secret Relationship, not proofread

Mars speaks... Thank you so much for the request, I'm sorry it took me so long to respond! Also I'm pretty sure his daughter is like 19 but for the sake of this, she's like 25 lol.

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You and Ava had met in your first year of university. She was studying communications, and you were pursuing cinema, but your friendship clicked immediately. Movie nights turned into inside jokes, and your shared love for Formula 1 only solidified the bond. By the time you were finishing your degree, her house felt like a second home.

And her dad? Well, Hugh Jackman was always around, friendly and easy to talk to. Over time, your admiration for him began to grow into something more, though you’d never admit it out loud… until one day, a TikTok joke set things in motion.

“You know what we should do?” Ava said, sitting beside you on the living room floor, phone in hand.

“What?”

“This audio!” She played a popular audio on tiktok about beekeeping age.

You snorted, shaking your head. “Seriously? You wanna do that?”

“Come on, it’ll be hilarious,” she said, nudging you playfully. “Besides, half the world already has a crush on my dad.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine.”

With a laugh, you both set up the shot. Ava played the part of the daughter, gushing over her dad’s wholesome bee-keeping hobby, while you delivered the punchline.

When you finished recording, Ava burst out laughing. “Oh my God, that was perfect.”

You laughed along, but you couldn’t help but feel the warmth creeping up your face. The joke hit a little too close to home. Ava raised an eyebrow, catching your expression.

“Wait…” she began, eyes twinkling with amusement. “You don’t actually—”

“What? No!” you quickly protested, but she kept laughing.

“Oh, come on. Everyone’s into him! I mean, he’s Hugh Jackman. It’s fine,” she teased.

You flushed but waved it off. She had no idea how much truth there was behind that joke.

A few days later, you found yourself chatting with Hugh after one of his early morning runs. You were both sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee in comfortable silence.

“Ava tells me you’re a big F1 fan too.” Hugh said, glancing over with a grin.

“Yeah, I’ve been obsessed for years,” you said, grateful for the change in subject. “I actually studied cinematography partly because I loved the way F1 races are filmed.”

Hugh’s eyes lit up with interest. “No kidding? I didn’t realize that’s what got you into it.”

You nodded, feeling more at ease. “I’ve always loved how dynamic the sport is—the speed, the angles, the tension.”

“Well,” Hugh said, leaning back in his chair, “speaking of F1, Ryan just gave me tickets to the next race with Alpine. I was thinking of taking Ava and… maybe you, if you’re interested?”

Your eyes widened in excitement. “Wait, really? You’re inviting me to watch the race from the garage?”

He chuckled at your reaction. “Absolutely. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you’d enjoy it.”

The race weekend was a dream come true. Standing in the Alpine garage, so close to the action, was something you’d always fantasized about. Hugh was at your side, just as enthusiastic, and you found yourself growing more comfortable around him. As the weekend progressed, your conversations flowed effortlessly—from F1 to films to life, and everything in between.

By the end of the trip, there was an undeniable connection between the two of you. You couldn’t help but feel that spark.

What started as innocent conversations turned into something more over time. Hugh would call or text you when he wasn’t busy, and the two of you found more excuses to spend time together. Coffee runs became long walks, and movie nights became opportunities to hang out alone. It wasn’t long before you realized your feelings for him were deeper than a crush.

The sneaking around was thrilling, but it also felt right. You and Hugh kept things under wraps for a while, not wanting to complicate your friendship with Ava.

One evening, you were relaxing on the couch, scrolling through TikTok when an edit of Hugh popped up on your feed. It was a compilation of his movie moments, and you couldn’t help but smile at how good he looked in each clip. As the video played, you whispered to yourself, “He really is amazing…”

You didn’t notice Hugh walk into the room until he chuckled from behind you. Startled, you looked up, realizing he’d seen the reflection in your glasses.

“Why watch videos when you have the real thing right here?” he teased with a playful smirk.

You blushed, embarrassed. “I—uh, I wasn’t—”

But he just laughed and sat down beside you. “It’s alright. Still nice to know I’ve got some fans out there.”

Eventually, you both knew you couldn’t keep the relationship a secret forever. The guilt was starting to weigh on you, and Ava had always been too important to lie to.

Sitting in the kitchen one afternoon, you glanced at Hugh nervously. “I think it’s time we tell Ava.”

He nodded, though he looked just as apprehensive. “Yeah, I think you’re right.”

You sat down with Ava, your heart pounding in your chest. “Ava, I need to talk to you about something important.”

She looked up from her phone, sensing the seriousness in your tone. “What’s going on?”

You exchanged a quick glance with Hugh before speaking. “I’ve been seeing someone… and it’s your dad.”

Her eyes widened, and the room fell silent. You could see the surprise and confusion on her face as she processed what you had said. The tension in the air was thick as you braced yourself for her reaction.

“This is… really weird,” she finally said, rubbing her forehead, “but I still love you guys. I guess I just wasn’t expecting that.” She looked between the two of you, a small smile forming. “Just treat him well, alright?”

Relief washed over you as the tension melted away. You hadn’t known what to expect, but Ava’s acceptance lifted a weight off your shoulders.

“I promise,” you said with a smile.

Mars speaks... Thank you for reading, any and all feedback is always appreciated 🫶

[moonlightspencie]

hands that make hell seem cold

Description: Friends to lovers, emphasis on lovers.

Pairing: James Potter x fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only!: porn with almost no plot, p in v, brief mention of a breeding kink

Word Count: 3.2k

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James took a deep breath, looking around his space.

He'd been cleaning all day long. Not really for any reason other than his mates coming over later that night.

He propped his hands on his hips, scrutinizing his own work for a moment.

"Good," he mumbled softly to himself, nodding as he walked back into the kitchen.

He busied himself picking up all the towels he'd used, and set a kettle on the stove for a cup of tea when he finished. He threw the towels in a hamper in the laundry room of his flat, and went back to the kitchen, waiting mindlessly on the kettle to start whistling.

Though, that's when he heard a knock on his door. He frowned a little, not expecting anyone over for another hour or two. He shuffled over to the door, opening it to see an unexpected face.

His smile grew. "Baby!"

"Hi, angel," she smiled back at him, walking past him and into his flat.

He chuckled, shutting the door, then turning to watch her take her shoes off very impatiently. He was practically bouncing by the time she finished and turned to him.

“Okay,” she opened her arms with a laugh, letting him practically tackle her.

He squeezed her into a crushing hug, knocking her off her feet, only protecting her from falling with the intensity of the embrace.

“James,” she chuckled, voice muffled by his chest. “You’re squishing me.”

“Mm,” he hummed absentmindedly, still holding her for a moment. “I missed you.”

“Me too,” she said, then kissed his shoulder once as he loosened his grip. “But you know how things are. I’ve gotta visit home sometimes. My family does like to see me on occasion, you know?”

“I know, love,” he mumbled, kissing her forehead. “But can’t they just come here instead?”

“They do on occasion. But I love being home, even if I still want to be around you more,” she winked.

James giggled, squeezing her again. “You flatter me.”

“I know. That’s kind of the point, Jamie.”

James smiled, his cheeks a little rosy as he looked at her. It had really only been a couple of weeks since she’d been around, but it felt like forever. He’d always had a soft spot for the girl, but it seemed to have intensified in the past months. Sure, they were still friends, but… there was something else there. He just didn’t want to be the first to admit it. Lately, he’d been thinking about it, though.

He sighed softly. “Uh… the boys are supposed to be over tonight.”

“Oh! Well, that’ll be fun. I’ll make sure to head out before they show up, then.” 

“What?” He furrowed his brow in question.

“I’ll… make sure I’m not interrupting–”

“You’re not!” he cut her off, shaking his head.

Her brows raised, a small chuckle leaving her lips. “You sure?”

“‘Course I am! Don’t worry about it,” he smiled, shrugging a little. “Here, let’s go sit. I wanna hear all about your trip.”

He grabbed her hand, practically dragging her behind him to the living room. She shook her head in amusement, letting him pull her along without a hint of resistance until he’d sat them both down with not a centimeter of space between them.

“How were mum and dad?”

“Good, mostly,” she replied, not batting an eye as he slung an arm around her shoulders. “Mom’s been a little under the weather, but it’s nothing she can’t handle. You held down the fort here without me, then?”

“Barely,” he feigned a pout. “Could’ve fallen apart if you were gone one more day.”

“You’re so dramatic,” she laughed, leaning into him.

“Only ‘cause I love you.”

“Mhm,” she snorted. “You’re hopeless, you know that?”

“Can’t help it.”

“You never can.”

“Yeah,” he grinned, then kissed her forehead again. “God, you got even prettier. What were they feeding you over there?”

“Nothing you’d like, I’m sure.”

He laughed. “Probably not. But seriously, love… wow.”

She snorted a laugh, looking at him curiously. “When did you become such a flirt?”

“Please, you love it,” he chuckled, then shot her a sideways glance. “You love it, right?”

“Yes, dear.”

“Good,” he breathed out, then straightened up as a terrible whistling came from the kitchen. “Shit.”

She laughed as he shot up and hustled into the kitchen, following after him and watching as he grabbed his oven mit to take the kettle off the stovetop. She leaned against the doorframe, smiling to herself as he quickly pulled down two mugs and tea bags, preparing them both. He always put the tiniest bit too much sugar in hers, but she’d never complain to him. She accepted gratefully as he put a mug in her hand.

“There you are,” he muttered, then leaned against the counter. “Almost forgot that was on the stove.”

“Almost? James, you jumped up and practically ran in here.”

“...Shut up,” he hid a smile behind his mug, trying to take a sip before quickly moving away from the steam. “Hot.”

“Yeah, you are,” she muttered, barely thinking about it as it passed her lips.

His cheeks turned pink again. “You’re bound and determined to make me blush, aren’t you?”

“You’re cute when you blush,” she grinned, poking one of his cheeks. “You know I like to tease you.”

“Yeah, I know,” he rolled his eyes in response, but there was no malice behind it. He sighed softly, then let his eyes wander back to her. “Seriously, how did you get hotter?”

“Oh, and I’m the one trying to make you blush, huh?”

He giggled again. “Maybe we’re both guilty.”

She hid a smirk, shaking her head at him again. She glanced down at her still-steaming mug, then back at his face. His wide eyes and his lip pulled between his teeth. She had decided that it was incredibly annoying how attractive he was. 

“James?”

“Yeah, love?” he responded immediately, his eyes widening in question.

She smiled again, unable to stop herself this time. “God, you’re fucking annoying. I say that with love.”

“Annoying?”

“You’re annoyingly hot.”

He looked away, his cheeks only warming further. He set his mug on the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. A move that she thought was very distracting.

“Can I ask you a question, love?” he asked after a beat.

“Of course.”

He glanced at her again. “Well… what do you think of me?”

“Huh?”

“Like… duh, we’re friends. But… like..”

“Like…?”

“Do you think we’d be, like… good together?”

She quirked a brow. “As in…?”

He groaned. “Like us. Together.”

“You mean like… together?”

“Duh.”

“I mean– Well, I haven’t… I can’t say that I’ve never thought about it,” she admitted quietly.

He sighed softly, looking at her carefully for a few moments. She looked right back, unsure what to do next after that. He wasn’t quite sure either, turning over that information in his head. She set her mug next to his on the counter, not wanting to hold it if they were going to keep standing there having that kind of conversation. He watched her as she moved closer to set her tea down, feeling a little restless as her perfume wafted up to him in a wave.

“Fuck it,” he huffed out, moving to put his hands on her cheeks, crashing his lips into hers. 

Usually, he might not be so forward. But she was so fucking tempting, it was almost a crime to not kiss her at this point. And it felt good.

She froze up at first, a bit shocked that he’d gone and kissed her. Though, it didn’t take long before she gained her senses again and kissed him back like she was born to do it. He moaned into the kiss, nipping at her lip, pulling her flush against his body with his arms wrapped around her waist.

“James…” she mumbled against him, not really for any reason other than to feel his name on her lips.

He kissed along her cheek and jaw, mumbling in her ear, “I really missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” she breathed out.

He groaned, biting her neck gently before sucking on the skin. He attached himself there until he’d left a dark mark, determined to make her remember how it felt to kiss him.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for ages,” he muttered, kissing all the way back up her neck.

“Really?”

“Yeah…” he kissed her lips again, then pulled back to look at her face. “I think… maybe for a year, now. You’re just… you know I’ve always thought you were hot.”

“I didn’t know you wanted to fuck me,” she laughed.

“Who said I did?”

She scoffed, her mouth dropping open. “You dick!”

He giggled. “Couldn’t help it. But… I definitely do. Really bad.”

She hummed, glancing down at his lips again. “So… a year, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“When did that start?”

He smirked. “When I realized my best friend was insanely hot and I was crazy to not want more. But… Well, the day we all went to the beach and I saw you in that itty bitty bikini definitely helped.”

“You perv,” she laughed, smacking his arm lightly.

“I already love your personality, what else was I supposed to say?” he defended himself with a chuckle.

“Whatever,” she snorted, pulling him back in and kissing him, much more softly this time.

He sighed against her lips, happy to finally know what she felt like in this way. He let his mouth open for her as she slid her tongue against his bottom lip, groaning into the kiss as he felt her tongue against his. He followed her lead for a moment before taking control of the kiss, backing her against the kitchen counter.

Her lower back hit the counter, and she smiled against his lips, letting him push her onto the counter. He stood between her legs, letting his hands travel up her thighs.

“What, are you gonna fuck me in the kitchen? Not super romantic, James,” she laughed.

“Mm. I’d take you anywhere. We’ll have time for romance later,” he replied easily, kissing down her neck, nipping at her collarbone.

His hands slid under her shirt, feeling her stomach. “God, you’re perfect.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I mean it,” he asserted, pushing her top up and off of her, letting it drop to the floor. He took her in with a dreamy sigh. “Wow.”

She smiled. “It’s not that special.”

“Says you,” he glanced at her, scrunching up his face in distaste at her blase attitude about her body. His hands wandered over her skin, feeling her tummy, her ribs, her breasts. “You’re a damn angel, love.”

“You’re sweet.”

He hummed, tugging off his own shirt before going back to just feeling her. After a few moments, he couldn’t handle not seeing more of her. He let his hands wander again, reaching around her back to pull off that pesky bra. He let that drop onto the slowly growing pile of clothes on the ground. He reached up again, experimentally squeezing her breasts, feeling himself grow painfully hard against his jeans.

“See? This is all I could think about when you were in that stupid, gorgeous bikini of yours, love. And I was right. You’re incredible underneath it all,” he mumbled, locked in on feeling her chest. 

His mouth watered at the sight of her, topless on his kitchen counter. His pretty best friend perched up there just for him to see and feel. He started kissing down her chest, stopping at one of her nipples, his tongue swirling around the swollen bud before he sucked it gently into his mouth.

She let out a small, breathy sound as she watched him with his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure from sucking on her. He looked so pretty and desperate like that. She ran a hand up his arm, tangling her hand in his hair. 

“God, you’re eager,” she breathed out, a small laugh passing her lips.

“You’re fucking sexy’s why,” he mumbled against her skin, moving his lips to the other breast.

She sighed, her eyes fluttering shut from pleasure as he kissed and sucked at her tits, gently groping one with his hand as his mouth worked over the other. He slowly started moving his lips down, kissing along her ribs and stomach.

“You’d look real pretty pregnant, you know? I’ve thought about that a few times,” he mumbled, nipping the skin of her stomach.

“James…” she groaned.

“Sorry love. Can’t help myself,” he apologized, though they both knew he didn’t mean it. “Just wanna make you mine, ya’ know? Plus, we’d have pretty babies.”

He smiled again as another sound left her lips, his hands working to tug off her pants. He pulled them down her legs, kissing back up her leg once he’d dropped the pants on the floor.

“As much as I’d love to taste you, doll, I think that might have to wait. If I start, I won't be able to stop,” he said softly, kissing up her thigh. “You even smell perfect.”

“God, James. You’re such a slut,” she smirked a little.

“Only for you, baby,” he said, his dimple poking in his cheek as he stood straight.

He cradled her head in his hands, looking over her face for a moment before he leaned in to kiss her again, his lips moving soft and slow over hers. She held onto his biceps as he kissed her, feeling them move and flex under her palms as he dropped his hands to start pulling off her panties. He did it slowly, teasingly, until he’d pulled them off her legs entirely, letting them fall to the ground. He pulled back from the kiss, looking over her bare body.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispered, eyes trailing over her. “Pretty girl. I love you.”

She smiled. “I love you, too, Jamie.”

He kissed her again through a grin. “You’re the best friend ever, too. For the record.”

“I better be after this,” she laughed.

He chuckled along with her, pulling his pants and boxers down in one go. She let out a small noise of satisfaction, seeing him all naked and beautiful.

“God damn, James. No wonder the girls like you so much.”

He giggled at that. “I always thought it was my personality.”

“Sure,” she teased, pulling him in for another kiss.

He groaned into it, his hands wandering up and down over her body, feeling her soft curves under his skin. He let one of his hands reach down, slowly stroking his leaky cock, stepping closer to the apex of her thighs. 

“Is this okay?” he whispered against her lips.

“Yeah. Please,” she nodded, breathing him in.

He shuddered, dragging himself along her slit before pressing at her entrance. He whined softly, barely pushing in.

“God…” he breathed out desperately, pressing his forehead against hers. He moaned softly, pulling a similar sound from her lips as he pushed into her, letting her heat envelop him. “You feel so good, love.”

“Yeah,” she groaned, her arms around his shoulders.

He pushed himself in all the way, a soft needy sound coming from him as he stilled for a moment before pulling out and repeating that motion slowly. They breathed each others’ air as James pushed his hips into hers slowly, almost teasingly, getting used to how she felt around him. He’d dreamed of fucking her a million times before, but there was nothing that could prepare him for how she really felt.

She dropped her head in his neck, feeling impossibly full. He wasn’t the biggest she’d ever seen in her life, but fuck if he didn’t feel like it. Not to mention the fact that his cock was gorgeous, and the mere thought of it dragging in and out of her had her feeling dizzy.

“Fuck, love,” he moaned, suddenly pulling her off the counter. “I need more.”

She chuckled breathily, though she whined softly as he pulled out.

“Wha–”

“Shhh…” he shook his head, spinning her around and bending her over the kitchen counter.

She let out a shuddering breath, a grin on her face as her breasts hit the cold counter, his hand pressing down on her lower back. He pushed back into her immediately with an animalistic grunt, picking up the pace immediately.

“You’re perfect,” he grit out, gripping her hips with one hand, pushing down on her back with the other. “Feel so perfect around me, baby.”

“Yes,” she moaned, her voice broken and needy as she pressed her hands against the counter, unable to do anything else.

He pounded into her, her hips hitting the edge of the counter with every thrust. Usually, he’d care much more about her safety and comfort, but he couldn’t bring himself to care with the sweet sounds she made for him every time his hips snapped against her ass. 

“James,” she said, her voice whiny.

“Yeah, babe?”

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna cum.”

“Already?” he smirked, pounding into her harder.

She merely moaned in response, her eyes fluttering shut again as he moved one of his hands around her neck. He didn’t put any pressure on her, but it forced her to arch her back more, letting him hit a slightly different angle.

“God, Jamie…” she whimpered, her body suddenly convulsing, pulsing around him without warning.

He groaned, his eyes squeezing shut as he fucked her through it, loving the way she felt squeezing him like that. 

“Shit, baby,” he said through a gasp, his hips beginning to stutter in their movements.

He let her drop against the counter again, gripping onto her hips with both hands, pulling her back against him with every thrust. He lost himself in pleasure, pushing himself into her with vigor until he couldn’t hold back anymore. He pulled out of her cunt, using his hand to stroke himself a few times before he was finishing on her ass, watching thick ropes of his cum cover her skin. He barely held himself upright as he watched it happen, breathing heavy from the effort until he was completely spent.

He braced himself on the counter with both hands. “Fuck, baby.”

She laughed softly through a whimper. “Y-yeah. Fuck.”

“You’re… God damn, love. You’re perfect,” he smiled to himself, catching his breath as he looked down at her body again. “Never thought I’d get to see you like this. All covered in my cum.”

“Yeah,” she breathed out, chuckling quietly. “But… maybe get me a towel? It’s starting to get cold.”

“Gross,” he snorted a laugh, moving to get a towel from one of the cabinets in the kitchen, dampening it with warm water. “Good thing we’re in the kitchen. Easy to clean up.”

“I guess,” she laughed as he wiped her clean of his seed. “Maybe next time you can just cum in me.”

He paused, his eyes widening. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” she nodded easily.

“Shit, you’re sexy,” he mumbled, finishing cleaning her off. “Okay, love. All clean.”

“Thanks,” she said, standing straight.

They looked at one another for a moment, both quite satisfied with what they’d done, before she started picking up her clothes.

“So… the boys will be here soon, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he answered, laughing a little at her switch in topic. “Yeah, they will.”

“How long?”

He shrugged. “Maybe an hour.”

She nodded, pulling on her panties. “How long are they staying?”

“Until dinner time, I suppose.”

“Cool…” she nodded with feigned nonchalance.

He smiled a bit, looking at her with a raised brow. “What have you got planned?”

“With you? Everything,” she smirked.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#387

“Hey Michael, do we really need to go through all this? You know why you are here, right?… Yeah you are here to be an intern, but did your dad tell you what you would be doing?… Jesus! He didn’t! Well shit! I’m just going to be blunt; there’s no reason to be coy here….

“Do you recognize me?… We met a few years ago at the company Fourth of July picnic. Yeah, I’m the Chief Security Officer of the company your dad works for. When your dad was in my office, going over this very last-minute two-week business trip to Vegas, he was saying that he was worried about you being alone for all that time. I reminded him that you are of age and should be responsible to be alone. He started going on and on that he was worried about you getting in with the wrong crowd. I laughed and said you spend most of your afternoons in the back theater of Ruby’s bookstore taking dick after dick and that the wrong crowd would be all the tradies who work the docks.

“Ha ha. If your dad didn’t know you were a sperm burper, he does now. The panicked look on your face says that you didn’t tell him. Oh well not my problem. He didn’t seem too phased by it though.

“A bit later we were talking about the expansion of our sites in Amsterdam and Munich. He started dropping hints that he wanted a promotion. I started to laugh. I told him that the Executive team, especially the CEO, Bryce Mullins, doesn’t think he’s upper management material. Your dad asked what he could do to change Bryce’s mind. I told him point blank, ‘Offer Bryce your son to fuck.’

“Oh yeah, we were talking about you. I bet he didn’t tell you all that when he said you that you could get an internship with us, now did he?… I didn’t think so. Yeah, if your dad allowed the CEO of the company to breed your cute little ass, he might just get that promotion and raise.

“And it’s not just Bryce, but me too…. What? You think I would conduct an interview for a legitimate intern at my private residence wearing a pair of swimming trunks?… Seriously, you would think that? Bryce and I go back decades to when we were both in the Corps. We would pick up a faggot like you just off base and take him to our motel room and fuck that cunt good. After the Corps, we met Ben Tutwiler who shares our affinity of using and abusing boys like you. The three of us formed this company. He’s the Chief Operating Officer, and he’s going to fuck you this week as well. Although, it will probably just a few times. He’s grown closer to his own faggot.

“Yeah, our company is founded by three fag fuckers. About five or six years ago we brought on our fourth fag fucking executive, our Chief Financial Officer Gary Roberts. Now you probably don’t realize this, but he’s already fucked you a few times. He’s a frequent patron of the same Ruby’s bookstore as you. How do you think we first heard about you being a cum dump whore? In case you were wondering, he’s the one who holds you head firmly in place while he instructs the men to back their asses onto your tongue.

“…Oh that got a smile out of you. You know who he is, hunh? Good. The four of us have specific tastes in our faggots. And each one of us will… interview you.

“We start now. Get naked faggot.

“…You can instantly follow orders. That’s good. Should you get hired as our intern, you won’t be wearing much around here. Come to think about it, you won’t have many possessions.

“Hell, like any other intern you work for free. Don’t worry, we’ll pay off your debts, which isn’t much.

“Nice body. You shaved? That’s a bonus. You will be kept hairless; Bryce will insist on it. Nice ass. Bend over and show me your cunt. Goddamned! You’re wearing a plug? I love it. Shit it out….

“Oh wait a moment, you’re loaded up! When was the last time you got fucked?… Lunchtime? At Ruby’s? How many loads are in you now? You don’t know!

“HA! I fucking love it. You come to what you think is a legitimate job interview, with your cunt loaded and plugged up. That’s fucking great. Take it out but clamp down. I want those loads to ferment in you a little longer…. Good. Good. That’s an interesting plug. It’s very stumpy. Perfect size for it to go in your mouth. You do realize that anything that comes out of your cunt should be cleaned off in your mouth? No, don’t lick it, just hold it in place.

“Follow me. Here let me give you something to look at, my ass. I may be fifty-nine, but my ass is still beefy like a 30-year-old who works out three hours a day. I don’t see you, but I know you are thinking about eating it. Don’t worry, like Gary, I love getting tongue fucked. You will be licking my shithole several times a day along with every other sweaty part of my body.

“OK. This pool house will be where you are going to be for the next couple weeks. I purchased this estate because of it. I put a lot of money into this space so that the four of us have a place to go to use faggots however and whenever we want. Mostly it will be you. Sometimes on game day, Ben will bring his boy over and both of you will serve and service us. It usually ends with a fuck fest of four on two.

“The two bedrooms are converted into a play space and a gym. You’ll sleep in the walk-in closet on a cot. The closet also doubles as a sling room when needed.

“Don’t be intimidated by all the sex furniture we have in here. Most of the time it goes unused, except for parties. The fuck bench is probably what you will spend most of your time on. Gary will definitely have you under the rimseat here or there’s another one in the bathroom. Ben will have you on the St. Andrew’s cross. That cupboard over there is nothing but various ropes, chains, leather restraints, plastic ties, rubber, and so on. If there’s a way to tie you up, Ben has it here.

“Speaking of which, here help me put these wrist and ankle cuffs on. You’ll have these on the entire time. It’ll make securing you into different positions easier. Ben likes to see them on the faggots we have here. He has had them on his boy for as long as they have been together. Here, let me put the padlocks on; we will be the ones to control when they come off…. Good. You’ll get to try them out on the St. Andrew’s cross over there.

“On your knees and lean forward. While Ben will like tie you down, Bryce likes to control you. This collar symbolizes that. When a faggot cunt is collared, it knows that it is not in charge, that it is owned, and that it is merely an object for real men to use. And that click of the lock now cements everything.

“I can see you are excited about this. Your pecker is leaking. You know what? So is mine. Look at it. I want you to beat off. This will be the first and last time you are cumming while here. So make it good. A pecker cage will be going on after you shoot.

“Then I’m gonna use your cum as my lube. Get your knees spread wide. Fuck this is beautiful. I have a faggot to play with for the next few weeks, maybe longer. Three of my best buds will share in your holes. You really have me leaking back here. I’m enjoying the view of your ass and back, thinking how good my arm would look going up your cunt.

“But I need to do this first. Hold your head still. This is a strap that will hold that plug in your mouth.

“Damn! That arm is going a mile a minute. Somehow let me know when you are close to cumming. I want to know the exact moment.

“Just think about your time here. You will be serving four men pretty much non-stop. Other men will be brought by. We may work you at the same time, but more often than not it’s done one-on-one.

“I want to fuck that cunt of yours, but I want your load first. So hurry the fuck up. My cock is ready to explode.

“From you grunts, you about to cum?… Good. Remember to collect it in your hand. I want you to cum on the count of five. One… Two… Three… Get ready. Four… And FIVE! Shoot!

“…Ha Ha Ha! You weren’t expecting that ball kick from behind, were ya? You faggots never do. Did you get any cum in your hand?… No? That sucks for you.

“What’s wrong? Your neck? Ohhhh. I forgot to mention. That collar is wired up. We can deliver painful shocks to you at any time. In case you were wondering, the shock was probably delivered by Bryce who is also in Vegas. This place is wired up with over one hundred cameras with microphones. Like any one of us, he has the ability of watching and probably was. I’m surprised he hasn’t said anything; the speaker system can broadcast orders to you, from anywhere in the world, and from any one of us.

“Roll over on your stomach and get your ass up in the air. I don’t give a shit that you are in pain from my ball kick and a shock from your collar. I want your cunt. You know what? I need a spreader bar first…. This one will do.

“I have nearly forty years in security and surveillance. There are sensors all over my property. You are to stay here or the pool area unless I give you permission. The collar will not allow you to go any further than this building, the pool, and the sauna hut. Oh, and that collar is waterproof. When I need you up in the main building, I’ll have the sensors turned off for that area.

“Monitoring faggots is so easy these days. I have been surveilling you for the past couple of months. Oh yeah, I know everywhere you went since Gary first connected with a bookstore cum dump whore, one that just happened to be the son of one of our employees. I ran a full background on you. I was able to hack into your phone, and I observed. I know the older men you try to connect with on Grindr and Scruff. I see the porn you watch. And you watch a lot of daddy porn, cruising porn, gang bang porn, ass eating porn, and so on.

“I know where you go. You hit the bookstore at lunchtime on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays. On Fridays you stay back there to hit the after-work crowd. On Mondays and Wednesdays, on your way back from your community college, you hit the rest area.

“During this time, I did an extensive background check on your dad just as I did on you. Your dad has some issues with workplace security that are being addressed today by Bryce in Vegas. Trust me, your dad will not interfere in your internship. This was all planned, faggot. Every moment you thought you had a choice, we chose it for you.

“Now the spreader bar is in place set to painfully wide. Since you didn’t catch your load, I’m going in dry.

“With your wrists clipped behind your back, you aren’t going anywhere.

“Are you crying? You are. And you look panicked! Feel like you have no control over anything? Good!

“Fuck it’s not going to take me long to cum. I’m ready to burst.

“Jesus! You are loose! And sloppy! The cum stew feels good. Oh man.

“Not going to take long at all…. Oh faggot, you are made to be a cum dump faggot whore. This cunt belongs to me.

“Get ready. Get ready. Here I cum. Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuccccckkkkk!

“Shit! That was good. You got my load added to the cum stew you’re brewing.

“Your gaping hole could be tightened up. Clamp down on me…. That’s it? We’ll need to start cunt training on you. Get those pussy muscles back to providing pleasure.

“Hold still. I got to piss…. Oh man. Does this feel good. It feels right. You are a natural toilet. Gary said he pissed down your throat a few times. Toilet service will be expected of you. Mostly Gary and I are into it, but Bryce and Ben will use your mouth on game day.

“I’m gonna pull out. You need to keep this slop in you. Clamp down. It’s going to be tough, but do not spill one single drop. You do, you will regret disobeying me.

“You are a sight. I’m gonna lift up the spreader bar to the motorized pulley. Suspended upside down should keep that sludge in. The butt plug gag needs to come out. My cock needs to be cleaned off, and your mouth is at the right height.

“That’s it. Swirl your tongue around. Just like that. Faggot, you’re going to do fine here.

“Ok. I got to do some paperwork in the main house. I’ll be back in a while. If you need to be let down, respectfully call out. If one of us is watching you, we can let you down remotely.”

This story continues in Story #389, Story #394, and Story #400

[leonw4nter]

A Little Tipsy But Massively In Love

Husband!DI!Leon x F!Reader

“Honey, is something wrong?” you ask your husband. He’s been keeping a hand on a portion of his jaw, occasionally wincing and hissing; he has also been making repeated trips to the fridge, looking for anything cold to place on the part of his face that seems to be bothering him.

“No, ‘s fine.” he promptly responds as he shoots you a half grin, clearly in discomfort. He gets back to placing a cold bottle of water against his face, letting out a small breath of relief that he didn’t realize he was holding. Leon’s avoided talking and moving all day, just giving you a thumbs up, a nod or a few words which you find odd; he’s always been very vocal about what he thinks or feels so this is certainly a little new.

“C’mon honey, I can clearly tell something’s bothering you,” you softly say.

“It’s nothing.” he softly mutters.

“It’s not nothing. You’ve been holding your jaw all day. Got a toothache?”

He finally turns his head to you, finally nodding his head bashfully towards you. He promptly looks away though, training his gaze somewhere as the tips of his ears redden in embarrassment; he’s certainly experienced pain much worse compared to a toothache like getting shot or hosting a parasite in his body but something as minuscule as a toothache renders him unable to perform mundane daily tasks.

“Hm. I can check if there’s swelling in your gums. Is that okay with you?” you gently ask.

“Mhm,” he softly hums. You take your phone and turn the flash on before telling Leon to open up and to your slight surprise, he actually opens his mouth for the sake of opening it and doesn’t go “It all started on September 30th, 1998…”; this toothache might be a lot more uncomfortable for him. Sure enough, there’s a swelling and protrusion in a portion of his gum just right after the last molar. You finally tell him to close his mouth and he puts the cold water bottle back on his cheek.

“There's swelling. Let’s take you to the dentist tomorrow, it looks pretty serious. Might be a wisdom tooth thing.”

“Sure thing, doc.” Leon quips with a half-grin though the grin immediately falls back into a frown.

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After scheduling a visit to the dentist, he deduced the swelling and protrusion to an erupting wisdom tooth which he suggested extraction. 3 days later, you two come back to the clinic. While waiting for your turn, you hold Leon’s hand and brush your thumb repeatedly at the back of his hand and give him encouraging words.

“Don’t worry, Leon. You’ll be fine, I’ll be right here waiting for you okay?” you softly encourage.

“And I won’t make fun of you if you’re still woozy from the anesthesia. I promise,” you add with a small giggle.

“But you’re giggling,” Leon points out with a pout.

“I promise! Seriously! Pinky promise!” you say once more as you lift your pinky finger, to which Leon links his own pinky with and gives you a small kiss to the temple.

“I’ll make sure to lug your 5’11 self to the car and drive you home, don’t worry. Just focus on feeling a lot better, mkay?”

“For someone who got their wisdom tooth pulled out eons ago, it’s a surprise you’ve got some words of wisdom for me,” Leon jokes which prompts you to roll your eyes.

“You have a hidden talent with these jokes so I suggest you keep them hidden,” you sarcastically say.

“Ouch.”

A nurse comes into the holding room and reads the last names off of her clipboard.

“Patient 5, Mister… Kennedy. Mister Kennedy?”

“Here,” he says as he stands up. He turns around and gives you a small hug. “See you later, hon.”

“Mhm. You can do this, Leon. It’s going to be just like a walk in the park.”

“Right. Just like a walk in the park.”

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45 minutes later, the dentist comes back to you and informs you that the procedure went smoothly and they managed to get the tooth out without much trouble much to your relief.

“Your husband will be a little woozy from the anesthesia so expect behavior that is similar to a drunken person– slurred speech, nonsensical babbling, and slightly wobbly. He’s still asleep right now but you should expect him to wake up in a few minutes or less,” he informs you. He rips off a paper from his notepad and hands it to you, explaining some more things like Leon’s medications, proper care, and pain relief. After a few minutes, you walk into his room and see him still asleep; his right cheek was swollen, gauze stuffed in the inside of his right cheek. He looked a little funny at this moment, which caused you to take your phone out and snap a few photos for safe-keeping (maybe as a new contact photo for his number). Soon, he wakes up though he is a little dazed and confused at his surroundings so you help him through it. He must really, really be confused because as you help him put his shirt back on, he tries to push you away and do it by himself. His movements look as if he’s actively trying to avoid you, not even lifting his droopy eyelids to take a look at you, which you found a little bit odd. He did accept help from you, just very hesitantly; when you decided to hold on to his bicep, he pulled his arm away and almost stumbled down but you managed to grab him back and successfully managed to get him into the car without any other troubles.

While driving, you noticed that he would often steal glances from you through the rear-view mirror with squinty eyes but once you two met gazes, he would promptly look away. The situation felt a little funny: Leon sitting at the rear passenger seats, very woozy from the sedatives administered and him acting like a little kid; you decided to seat Leon on the rear passenger seats instead of sitting in the front with you in case he decided to act irrational whilst still not in the right mind, which could cause an issue with trying to drive home peacefully. You found yourself giggling a little bit but nevertheless you kept your focus on getting home safely, which you managed to do. After a few minutes of helping Leon and asking him if there’s something that’s bothering him and reassuring him that you’ve got him, you successfully manage to get him in your shared bed. You were just about to help him undress and take his shirt off to switch him into a more comfortable piece of clothing but he inches away and grabs your wrist.

“No… my wife won’t be very happy seeing you touch me like this,” he quietly mumbles as he tries to put on a serious expression but fails with one side of his cheek looking a little more round than the other.

“Huh?” you mumble.

“I’m a married man, miss. My wife won’t be happy and I’m not happy either.”

“Leon, what are you talking about?”

“Nuh-uh, miss. Only my wife can touch me like this, this is kidnapping… though you know where to bring me…”

“I am your wife, Leon,” you softly say as you tenderly pat the hand with his wedding ring and smile sweetly at him. You immediately realized that Leon didn’t notice that you were still there and very much his wife. It all comes together now: due to his disoriented state, he didn’t know that you were the one taking care of him this entire time and mistook you for another person, therefore causing him to avoid being touchy with you.

He stares you down for a bit, a cold and calculating gaze effectively analyzing and figuring you out but you can tell that he’s also trying to get himself together. The moment he recognizes you is comical– his eyes lighten up and a lopsided grin forms on his lips, a small amount of gaze poking out of his mouth. His next action pulls a loud giggle from you: he takes two fingers and places it against the pulse in his neck, blushing when he realizes his heart is absolutely trying to break free from the confines of his ribcage.

“‘M sorry, baby. Feeling a lil drunk, right now,” he apologetically mumbles whilst keeping that goofy grin in his face.

You place a kiss on his forehead before helping him out of his shirt, this time with him cooperating with you and raising his arms above his head.

“It’s fine. Good to know we’re locked and loaded in this marriage,” you joke with a raised eyebrow. Finally, you finish helping him with his other clothes and jump into bed with him. Propping two pillows behind you, you sit up and get into a comfortable position so you can read your book for the time being wherein you need to watch over him.

“My cheek kinda hurts,” he quietly groans. You shift to comfortably move to his position, looking at the cheek and trying to see if there was more swelling.

“Right here,” Leon points. You scoot a little closer to get a better look but don’t see any swelling.

“Honey–”

Before you could ask him how bad the pain is since you don’t see his cheek look a little more swollen, he gently cups your cheek with one hand and presses a soft kiss to the tip of your nose which causes him to hiss in slight discomfort due to his movement.

“Leon! It’s going to hurt more!”

“I need a kiss to feel better,” he retorts.

“You’ll get that kiss when we get that gauze out of your mouth and you can finally have some water.”

NOTE - Hey y'all I made it out alive of my 1 and 1/2-day school camping trip but I'm just rlly tired rn so I'm sorry for a lot of the errors that were probably in here (I didn't sleep the entire night... and I've been moving nonstop for the past 24 hours until 9AM of today...). Despite being really tired, I still had so much fun :)) We did zip lining, a rope and obstacle course, rappelling, and wall climbing (which i suck ASS at- like I literally fell and slipped like twice but dw I'm fine since I was attached to a harness; I was the only one unable to complete the climb in my squad 💀). There was a tree whose name literally translated to "deer balls" because the fruit resembles a deer's dingleberries... that was a little funny ngl. Also my cat went missing and I miss him so much please come back 😭😭😭 Anyways, that's it and expect my next fic to be camp-inspired since I came up with the idea whilst at my camping trip. Thanks for reading my fics, I appreciate it TONSSS. I <3 you !!!!

The heart dividers were made by @cafekitsune , the images are made by me (sourced from Pinterest).

[hotshotsxyz]

beer & apologies

(buddie) (722 words) (7x04 coda)

It’s late, later than any reasonable person would show up on a friend’s doorstep, but Buck’s got this bright, warm feeling in his chest and all he wants to do is apologize so he can share it. For a split second he thinks about knocking, but that feels a little too much like going backwards. Instead, he lets himself in and hangs his key on the hook.

“Eddie,” he calls quietly into the still house.

“Kitchen.” The reply is soft, easy, like Eddie was expecting him.

Buck steps into the room and holds up the beer he brought.

Eddie looks up at him and grins, soft and warm in the glow of the lamplight. “What’s that for?”

“This is ‘sorry for acting like a teenager and spraining your ankle’ beer,” Buck says, scrubbing a hand through his hair. “Seriously, I’m sorry.”

Eddie sighs and pushes an empty chair back from the table with his foot, gesturing for Buck to sit. “I’m sorry too,” he says.

“No, no, you don’t—" Buck starts.

“Yeah, I do,” Eddie interrupts with a wry grin. “You should definitely be sorry-er, though, so I’ll take the beer.”

Buck snorts and sits, setting the six pack on the table between them.

“We didn’t—well, I didn’t…”

“I know,” Buck says. “I was just—”

“I know,” Eddie says softly.

A few, quiet moments pass, and it’s comfortable, exactly what Buck was missing the last couple of days.

“Hey,” Eddie says suddenly, sitting up a little straighter, “at least now I know why you always said no to basketball.” He smiles, loose and just a tiny bit mischievous.

Buck splutters. “What? No! I wasn’t that bad,” he protests.

Eddie lifts his injured ankle and raises an eyebrow.

“Okay, well maybe, but—”

“Uh-uh,” Eddie says, “no buts. You haven many talents, Buck, but basketball isn’t one of them.”

Buck ducks his head and grins. “Maybe I’ll get Tommy to teach me, then I can beat you without playing dirty.” Saying Tommy’s name out loud gives birth to a few giddy butterflies in his stomach.

“You two make up?” Eddie asks.

“Yeah,” Buck says. “He uh—texted me.” The butterflies turn to little rocks.

“Good,” Eddie says, “that’s good.” He grabs a beer and twists the top off. “I really think you guys will get along, if you give him a chance.”

“We, um. Yeah. We probably will.” Buck grabs a beer of his own and stares at the label.

He doesn’t—he didn’t mean to lie. It just kind of… came out. Which, it’s Eddie. Buck knows he could tell him exactly what happened, right now, and it’d be fine. It’d be completely fine because it’s Eddie and he knows Eddie would be cool about it, probably even happy for him! But when he goes to open his mouth it just. Doesn’t.

“How’s—uh. How’s Marisol?” he asks instead, tripping over his words.

Eddie shrugs. “She’s fine, same as always. Apparently Christopher got her to play Fortnite, which, according to him, was a disaster.”

Buck laughs, shaking his head. “That kid,” he says softly.

“That kid,” Eddie agrees. He takes another swig of beer and sits back.

“Hey, wait,” Buck says suddenly. He lurches forward and snags the bottle out of Eddie’s hand. “You can’t have this, you’re on pain killers.”

“It’s my apology beer!” Eddie protests.

“Nope, two sips is plenty. I can’t hurt your ankle and your liver on the same day.”

“It’s after midnight, it’s tomorrow,” Eddie pouts. “Give it.” He makes a halfhearted attempt to grab it back, but Buck holds the beer aloft.

“Nuh-uh, absolutely not,” Buck says. “You can drink your apology beer this weekend.”

“My apology beer is going to be flat and stale,” Eddie replies, unimpressed.

Buck rolls his eyes. “I’ll buy you a new apology beer, alright?”

“Promises, promises.”

“I will!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie laughs. “You better. Want to bring it over on Saturday? We can watch the game.”

Buck’s grin falters a little bit, even as that warm feeling bubbles up in his chest all over again. “I uh- can’t, sorry.”

“What, you got a hot date or something?” Eddie asks with a laugh.

Buck takes a long swallow from the beer he stole from Eddie. “Yeah, something,” he says with a hollow laugh.

He feels like a liar.

[sunskisser]

my lovely san !! sorry i'm so late to this 😭 but could i please please request a 🧣with remus + “are you- are you seriously playing with my hair? now?!” 🤎 ((and why isn't you x me an option?))

can't wait to see what you come with, love you ! 🫶🏼✨

no apologies necessary at all, dear nicole! thank you for the request <33 (and you’re so right, i should’ve put you x me as an option 😔) anywho, here’s your scarf babes🧣 love you!

entangled | r.l.

— “Are you — are you seriously playing with my hair? Now?!”

remus lupin x reader

summary: remus and you get entangled in fairy lights while decorating for a party

“Hey.” You hear Remus from behind you, the shuffling of his feet as he takes his shoes off. “Hey, sweetheart. You need any help with that?”

You grunt your dissent from your place on the top rung of the ladder. There’s a dull ache in your toes from how long you’ve been tip-toeing, trying to hang up fairy lights for the New Year’s party later. It had come to you and Remus to host it this time, after James and Lily’s cosy sleepover two years prior and Sirius’ disco party last year.

Remus was a natural at this kind of thing, and you were glad for it. He’d taken it upon himself to prepare most of it – the food, movies, and even fireworks. But you had insisted that he couldn’t be doing everything, it wasn’t fair for your lovely boyfriend to be so… lovely. 

He finally conceded and let you handle the decorations. You weren’t exactly having much luck with it.

“Do you want me to do it?”

“No!”

Remus chuckles quietly, and you feel the gentle pressure of his hands on your ladder, steadying it. You mutter a disgruntled, “thank you,” and he presses an appeased kiss to the back of your thigh.

You manage to loop one end of the string of lights around the hook on the wall, letting out a quiet exhale as you place your heels back down on the metal rung. Remus gives your foot an indulgent squeeze as he looks around the living room. “You’ve outdone yourself, lovely girl. The house looks really good.”

You grin. “I told you I could handle it.” You run your hands down the length of the string of lights, fingers landing on a particularly big knot.

“I didn’t think you wouldn’t be able to.” You hear the smile in his voice. You’re focused on the task in front of you, nails digging into the small spaces between the tangled up string to pull it loose. “I just didn’t want you to overexert yourself or anything, you know? You’ve been working so hard these past few days, even though it’s the holiday season.”

“I know,” you mutter, tugging on the section of lights you got a grip on. You grasp the string with one hand while you pull with the other, one foot going behind the other in an attempt to get some kind of leverage on the nasty knot threatening to wreck your efforts. “But I –”

Remus lets out a quiet shit just as you yelp – you trip. One foot goes around the other, giving way for gravity to wrap its arms around you. The string of lights quickly unravels from the hook and the ladder clangs to the floor horrifically. You thud straight onto Remus.

Tangled. Everything is tangled; limbs and lights and you. Remus groans from below you, and you can’t help but let out a giggle at how you’re positioned. He took the brunt of the fall for you, your back on his chest and face right next to his.

You turn to look at him. “Hi, Rem.”

He opens his half-lidded eyes, fixing you with a deadpan gaze. He looks silly; you expect you look quite the same. The colourful fairy lights blink mockingly, here and there and everywhere where they entangle you. “Hi, doofus.”

“Hey!”

“Well, you are a doofus,” he sighs, trying to wriggle his hands out from beside him. But he’s stuck underneath the weight of you, binded by the decorations like ropes holding him hostage. 

You grin, shifting slightly so you’re lying on your stomach. You reach out to pull a string of lights free from his hair. 

Remus blinks. “Are you – are you seriously playing with my hair? Now?!”

You giggle, and he can’t help but melt. He tries but fails to maintain his grumpy pout; it’s not his fault he can’t feel anything but affection at the sight of you. 

“I’m not playing with your hair, Rem. Just trying to help.”

“You can help by getting off me, you know.” 

You laugh and roll off of him. He pulls you back towards him for a kiss, to which you happily oblige. 

You let Remus press his lips to yours a few more times before disentangling yourself. You don’t help him, and he pretends to complain – yet he’ll love his doofus girlfriend either way.

san's christmas sleepover

[haytan]

COME BACK TO ME, PRINCESS | G.A

Ugh! I loved writing this. It's also my first time writing more intimate stuff, so I'd love your feedback <3 Thanks to anon for the request!

𓍼 WORD COUNT: 1717

𓍼 SUMMARY: Gracie is on tour and because of that you two haven’t seen each other for a long time, so you surprise her.

𓍼 WARNINGS: fluff, a little just a little smut, mention of sex

“it’s so boring here without you,” gracie whines from the other side of the cold screen. the glow of your phone is the only thing lighting up your room right now. while it’s exactly midnight in los angeles, it’s 8 a.m. in london.

“i can imagine,” you tease, earning an eye roll from your girlfriend, though it’s accompanied by a soft laugh. gracie is in london accompanying taylor on the eras tour, so she had to travel with her. “our routines are completely different now,” you yawn. “but i guess, in a way, it’s good, right? it means we’re both doing well in our careers.”

gracie hums in agreement, though you can’t see her because she moves off-camera. she’s changing clothes to go grab coffee outside the hotel, then heading to rehearsal, then eating, then getting ready, then the show, and then sleeping. and you know this because she made a point of sending you her entire routine in a perfectly organized spreadsheet—with little love notes included.

it’s clear this is good for both of you. your careers are taking off, and you couldn’t be prouder or happier that gracie is living her dream of opening for taylor swift. but it’s still hard to go through your days without her by your side, without her kisses, caresses, and, most importantly, her unique touch.

“babe, i have to go, but i’ll call you… umm…” she frowns and looks off into the distance, thinking. “at lunch, okay?”

“sure, but hey, don’t worry about me, alright? enjoy it there. love you, princess.”

“love you too. see you later, love.”

…

three days later, gracie is returning from the last show in london, a smile lighting up her face after receiving a glowing speech from taylor and even singing with her. “i’m so happy, audrey, seriously, you have no idea,” she bounces with excitement as the two walk from the car to the hotel.

“i can imagine! you were amazing,” audrey replies as they pass through the revolving door, the room immediately bathed in a golden glow from the chic decor. “and this hotel—if i’d known taylor was footing the bill, i’d have come here earlier.”

“shut up.”

audrey just giggles in response.

“you know, i wish y/n was here. i miss her,” gracie’s voice drops to a softer, almost melancholic tone.

“she is here.”

“what?”

“i mean—she’s here in your heart. i-i meant in your heart and your head, you know, that love thing.”

“oh… got it.”

audrey almost slips up and ruins the surprise she and abby have planned. as fun as the trip has been and as many dreams as gracie has fulfilled, she hasn’t stopped talking about you. one time, after a few drinks, she even cried, lamenting that you weren’t there. you only know because abby recorded it and called you, which was funny but also broke your heart a little

while you wait for gracie to reach her hotel room, you and abby argue over the best way to surprise her.

“what if you hide behind the door?”

“no! that’s dumb. what if she doesn’t see me?”

“then you jump on her back, duh.”

“she’s tired, abby.”

“okay, okay, then just stand in front of the door like a statue.”

“i’m pretty sure she’d love me even if i were a—” both of you freeze when you hear voices in the hallway, none other than audrey’s, speaking loudly to signal you. your heart pounds faster, and you swear anyone nearby could hear it.

“hurry, hurry, she’s coming.”

“oh, crap.” you nervously try to strike a pose, turning one way, then another, attempting to think of a way to impress your girlfriend. hands on hips, smiling, tilting your head, standing straight, leaning slightly to the side—everything feels awkward. but the moment gracie opens the door, you freeze, standing stiffly like a statue staring at her.

it takes only seconds for her honey-colored eyes to lock onto yours. “baby?” gracie tries to say, but her voice trembles, as though all the air has been sucked from her lungs. her fingers linger on the door handle, hesitant, like she can’t believe what she’s seeing.

“hi, princess,” you manage, your voice soft, almost faltering against the lump forming in your throat.

before you can even speak, gracie closes the distance between you. she throws herself into your arms with such force it feels like she’ll never let go. her scent surrounds you: that familiar perfume, a mix of jasmine and something sweet and comforting like vanilla. it’s as if all the emptiness of the past few days is filled in an instant.

her face buries into your neck, and you feel the soft texture of her hoodie against your skin. the warmth of her touch is almost overwhelming, a wave of relief and emotion making your eyes sting. you can feel her warm breath against your neck, the way her hands clutch your back tightly, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt as if confirming you’re real.

“i missed you so much,” she whispers, her voice muffled.

“i missed you too—like, a lot,” you reply, a soft laugh escaping through the emotions weighing between you. your fingers trace small circles on her back, the touch slow and comforting, while your other hand rests firmly on her waist, holding her close.

she lifts her face to look at you again, her eyes shining with a mix of relief and happiness. her pupils are dilated, cheeks flushed, as though all the love she feels for you is written across her face. “you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen,” she murmurs, her forehead almost touching yours, like she can’t resist the closeness.

while you and gracie are caught in an embrace that feels endless, abby and audrey watch the scene unfold with a mix of fondness and impatience. audrey is the first to speak, but abby quickly silences her with a shushing gesture, whispering, “they’re in full romantic movie mode right now, so wait.”

but audrey can’t resist making a joke. “i knew this reunion would be intense, but it’s straight out of a soap opera, isn’t it? think they’ll cry?” she mutters to abby, who tries to stifle a laugh but elbows her in warning.

“okay, we’re going to leave you two alone now,” abby finally announces, dragging audrey by the arm with an exaggeratedly dramatic stance. “let’s go, audrey. our work as cupids is done. time to let the main couple have their moment.”

before leaving, audrey turns with a mischievous grin and throws out one last comment: “just don’t be too loud, okay? the walls are thin.” her remark earns three dirty looks—yours, gracie’s, and even abby’s, who lightly slaps her arm.

“abby, seriously?” audrey grumbles as they leave the room, but their muffled laughter still echoes down the hallway.

deep down, you know abby and audrey were just trying to lighten the mood, and gracie’s faint smile at their retreating footsteps proves they succeeded. now the room belongs to just the two of you, and the air feels different—lighter but still charged with emotion.

…

gracie lies on your chest, her body still warm and soft against yours. her cheeks are flushed, and her breath comes out a little uneven, as if her lungs haven't decided on the right rhythm yet. she lets out a short laugh, almost breathless, before burying her face in your neck.

"that… was amazing," she says, her voice rough and muffled against your skin.

you smile, letting your fingers slide through her hair, damp and messy. each touch makes you want to laugh nervously, because how can someone look so beautiful even when they're sweaty? "definitely… you were amazing," you reply, trying not to sound silly, but failing miserably.

her scent is everywhere, and it's impossible to ignore. it has a sweet, citrusy touch, mixed with what you two just did… it only makes you more obsessed. you breathe in deeply, as if you could etch it into your memory.

gracie lifts her head slowly, her messy hair framing her face. she rests her chin on your chest, eyes meeting yours. "i know i've said this like a thousand times, but i missed you," she says, her lips still slightly parted and swollen from the kisses.

your hand slides from her waist to her hip, where your fingers trace slow circles on her soft skin. you pull her closer, guiding her to straddle you again, the heat between you two reigniting instantly. her center rubs against yours, slick and slippery, leaving marks on your skin that only intensify your hunger for her.

gracie lets out a short sigh, her head tilting slightly back, exposing her neck, marked by a trail of erotic hickeys. you can't resist, leaning in to kiss the perfect curve there, her skin warm under your lips, the taste salty and sweet at the same time.

"you’re so beautiful like this," you murmur against her skin, feeling her muscles tense lightly with your words.

she laughs, that little laugh you love, and leans forward, kissing you. but this time, the kiss is slow, lazy, giving both of you a chance to savor each other again. gracie's tongue finds yours with such familiarity it feels natural, while her hands hold your face, sliding lightly over the sweat—reminding you of how well she knows you and possesses you completely.

when she finally breaks the kiss to catch her breath, her eyes shine, and with a soft chuckle, her body starts moving against yours once more, drawing a heavy sigh from you. somehow, it reminds you of the conversation you had earlier. 'would you still love me if i were a statue?'

"what?" gracie furrows her brow, followed by a playful smile. she doesn't stop moving; instead, she leans into your neck, scattering kisses on the spot.

"would you love me if i were a statue?"

gracie pauses for a moment, her eyes narrowing as the question hangs in the air. she raises an eyebrow, pulling back to look you in the eyes.

"you're asking me this now?" she laughs softly, but there's a tenderness in her gaze. "you know i’d love you no matter what happens. even if you were a statue… i’d find a way to kiss you anyway."

I'm so happy because my favorite Gracie x Reader writer followed me omgggg

thanks for reading <3

also happy new year!

masterlist

[faithisyours]

Skinny Dipping

Chapter 2 of The List

Vi x Fem!reader

Summary: you surprise Vi with a trip to go do something off her list, skinny dipping. + a little extra at the end.

cw: Heavy petting but no actual smut, nudity, mentions to smut, mentions of food, a little emo Vi at the end, overall tooth rotting fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

an: Howdy! Hope everyone’s 2025 is off to a good start. As promised, here is chapter 2. This fic can be read as a stand alone, but it would probably make more sense if you read chapter 1. Also I’d like to mention that the time frame is off in this whole fic but I’m gonna try and speed run through the seasons to match up to what it is where I am. Next week we’re building a blanket fort. And if you have any ideas, let me know. Men and minors dni.

Ch 3

It had been almost a week since you pitched the idea of the list to Vi. She had been taking it very seriously, adding at least one thing every day. She had also been quite protective of it, keeping it close whenever you wanted to see it, moving it away from your gaze, blatantly closing it when you walked in the same room as her. You reminded her that it had been your idea to begin with, and that in order to do all of the things she was writing down, you would eventually have to see it. She simply claimed she wanted to be done writing it before she shared it with you. Fair enough.

Her not sharing it wasn’t an issue, though, considering you supplied the first thing on that list. You remembered the giddy look in her eye when you told her to add it, the way she wrote it as the first thing on the list, the kiss she gave you on the cheek as thanks for the idea. And since it was about the only one you knew for a fact was there, you were determined to surprise her sooner rather than later with it. It was also nearing late fall, and the nights were growing colder. You would have to plan fast in order to make this an actually enjoyable experience and not just turn yourselves into human popsicles.

So, you kept an eye on the weather, thought of a nearby lake that would be a good spot, and planned all the logistics down to the T. And then, you waited.

—

You were sitting at the kitchen island when you heard the sound of a key unlocking the door to your apartment, announcing Vi was finally home.

“How was work?” you asked as you stood up and walked towards her.

“Oh, ya know…same as always,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around you and giving you a quick kiss.

“Well, I was wondering if you maybe, possibly wanted to accompany me this evening for a surprise?” You said it innocently enough, but Vi still gave you the most suspicious look in the history of suspicious looks.

“Did you get your hands on my notebook?” she asked accusingly, squinting her eyes and pulling away from your hug slightly.

“No, I did not. And this has nothing to do with that,” you lied, tilting your nose up in mock-indignation. She squinted her eyes even more at you.

“Right, okay,” she surveyed you, then dropped her suspicion. “Well, yes, I would love to join you. Where are we going?”

“I’m not telling you that, it’s a surprise!” You pushed her lightly on the shoulder, playfully annoyed.

“Okay, okay, fine. Just tell me what I need to do,” she surrendered.

“All you need to do is nothing. And then meet me in the car in ten minutes.” You gave her a kiss on the cheek, grabbed your bag and keys, and hurried your way down to the car.

You wanted to make sure nothing gave away the surprise, so you made sure any damning evidence was in the trunk, and then covered it all with a blanket. When you were satisfied, you plopped down into the driver's seat and waited for Vi, which didn’t take long considering you took a big chunk of that ten minutes finagling the trunk.

When Vi got into the passenger seat, the suspicious look was back on her face. You had your poker face on, however, and would not be giving anything away until you got to your destination.

You were half way into the drive, the sun setting slowly before you, when Vi decided to start grilling you on where you were going.

“Is it something off the list? At least tell me that!” she prodded. You figured there wasn’t any harm in telling her it was. It narrowed the options down, sure, but it would get her excited.

“Okay, yes, it is something off the list. But before you go accusing me, no, I did not go snooping. I remembered some of the things you wrote down and this is one of them. But just stop speculating, alright. It’s supposed to be a surprise.” You squeezed her hand, which was holding yours on her lap.

Your admission settled her speculation, and for the rest of the drive the two of you listened to music and chatted about your day. The conversation seemed to distract her, because when you pulled into the small, blessedly empty, dirt parking lot, indicating you had made it to your destination, her suspicion finally returned. She eyed you up, but you only gave her a smile as you got out of the car and popped the trunk.

Pulling the blanket aside, you grabbed the duffle bag with the towels in it and threw it over your shoulder. Vi finally came around to join you at the back of the car, but by that time you had already fixed the blanket back over everything and were closing the trunk. She eyed the duffle suspiciously, but when you beckoned her to follow you, she did.

You were a little surprised she hadn’t said anything yet. You had taken her to this lake a couple summers ago when everyone came out to celebrate Ekko’s birthday, but you would admit that it looked much different now that autumn was upon it.

You took Vi’s hand in yours as you walked down the short trail towards the lake. And once you rounded that corner and the shore opened up, Vi gasped, gave you a look that said, “oh my god, THIS is what we're doing?!?!” and kissed your cheek so hard you thought it might bruise.

The lake wasn’t big. You could probably swim from one side to the other in less than 5 minutes. But it got the job done. And it was empty, thank goodness. The last rays of light bounced off the water's surface, making it sparkle. And the thick forest surrounding it made for good privacy. It was all absolutely perfect.

You walked your vibrating-with-excitement girlfriend down towards the shore, plopping the duffle bag down next to a big oak that’s canopy arched over the water. And then you began to strip.

It wasn’t super cold out yet, but as you removed layers of clothing, goosebumps spread all across your skin. And you knew the water was guaranteed to be colder. Vi started stripping, too, only when she stopped ogling the fact you were taking your clothes off in front of her. You watched as she peeled her sweatshirt off, pulled her shoes and socks off faster than you’d seen anyone ever do that, took off the worn grey tee-shirt you sometimes slept in cause it smelled so much like her, and stepped out of the black cargo pants she had a million pairs of. She ogled, you ogled.

With both of you left in just your underwear, Vi closed the small space between the two of you and kissed you, hard, with tongue, bringing her warm hands up to caress your face. She pulled away just as fast, but it still left you both a little breathless. You don’t know exactly why you started giggling, but whatever it was, Vi was feeling a similar way, because she giggled right along with you.

“May I?” she asked, pulling lightly on the strap of your bra.

“Of course. May I?” you asked, pointing to her sports bra.

“Well, it's only fair,” she responded, a goofy smile tilting her lips.

She unclasped your bra, which was a hell of a lot easier than you attempting to pull her sports bra off, but you made it, now both topless. You leaned in, kissing her long and deep as you pulled the hem of her boxers down over her hips, getting her completely naked. She mirrored the act, and soon enough you were both completely naked, shivering slightly.

“Okay,” you grabbed her hand and faced the water, “on the count of three, we run in.” Out of the corner of your eye you could see her nodding, albeit reluctantly.

“One,” You took a step forward, “two,” you took another one, this time Vi taking it with you, “three!” and then you were running towards the water, Vi right next to you, laughing breathlessly.

“Holy fuck, its cold.” You were now chest deep in the water, the sandy bottom squishing between your toes. Vi was right next to you, grinning ear to ear, and even though it was fucking cold, you couldn’t help but grin right back at her. Sure, this had been your idea to begin with, but as soon as Vi had added it to her list, it had become one of her goals, one of her dreams. And you couldn’t help but feel over the moon about helping her bring it to life.

After a minute or two in the water, the cold wasn’t as noticeable, but it didn’t really matter considering Vi had started kissing you, again, and you had a hard time considering anything else when that happened. Her hands had come up to your face, pulling you deeper into it. You grabbed her waist, pulling her closer, wrapping your arms around her. One of her hands came down to your chest, cupping your breast, fingers gliding over your nipple. You moaned, the sound getting caught by Vi’s mouth. You needed to be closer, were going to die if you didn’t get closer. One of your hands skated all the way down her back and grabbed her ass, pulling her in, causing legs to tangle. It was her turn to moan, a sound you would kill people to hear again and again. Both of you were frantic to get flistfulls of the other. You were lost in it, nothing unusual, but you had to remember you were in a potentially public place. And that was not a kink you wanted to find out you had today.

So with unbelievable effort, you pulled away, the space between you being filled now with hot, panting breaths. “As much as I would love to fuck you in this lake, I’d like to remind you that we are in a semi-public space,” you said.

She sighed. “Alright. And it is pretty fucking cold, isn’t it?” You nodded in response. “And it's getting pretty dark. Better get back to the car,” she reasoned.

“Only if you want to, babe. This was your surprise, I want you to get everything you want out of it,” you countered. You didn’t want to cut her surprise short just because you were cold. If she wanted to stay longer, you would gaslight yourself into believing you couldn’t feel cold. Anything for her.

“Well, considering I’m naked in a lake, I’d consider this a success. And it is getting late, and I’m getting kinda hungry. I think it’s fair to say we can head back to the car now.”

You nodded in response, giving her an acknowledging smile. Hand-in-hand, you walked out of the water, only to be met with the chilly night air. You rushed over to the duffle bag, flung it open, and cocooned yourself in the first towel within reach. Teeth chattering, you watched Vi follow suit, albeit not as frantic.

“We should do this again,” you said between gritted teeth, “when it’s warmer, though.”

Vi chuckled, shaking her head. “I’m just glad you remembered to bring towels.”

“Oh, I brought a lot more than just towels,” you said, your attempt at cockiness negated by your shivering. “Just wait till you see what else is in the car.”

“Well, now I’m even more excited,” she responded. Vi had been toweling herself dry and was about to get redressed when she surveyed you, still dripping in places and shivering. “Okay, let me help you dry off, since I seem to be more immune to the chill than you.” She gave you a crooked smile, stepping closer and grabbing the edges of your towel.

“Ya, alright,” was all you managed before Vi started patting you down, moving the towel over your arms and belly, then pulling it completely off you to dry your legs. She made sure you were pretty much completely dry before grabbing your shirt and pulling it over your head, forfeiting your bra. She grabbed a sweatshirt next, which happened to be the one she had been wearing earlier, but she didn’t seem to mind when she pulled it down over your head.

“I can manage the rest, I think,” you said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. She nodded, then started redressing herself, also forfeiting her bra and eventually pulling on your sweatshirt. Once you both were dressed and adequately warmed up, you shoved the wet towels, dirty socks, and both bras into the duffle bag. And then arm-in-arm, you walked back to the car, giggling as you went.

When the car came into sight, you popped the trunk using the key and watched it slowly rise open. You put the duffle bag down and removed the blanket, revealing a wicker basket, a medium sized cooler, and an extra pile of blankets.

“I figured alongside skinny dipping we could also have a picnic,” you said as you pulled the wicker basket and cooler forward, flipping the top on both to uncover what you had packed. In the basket there were meats, cheeses, crackers, fruit, and veggies, and in the cooler was a bottle of sparkling cider, dip for the veggies, and some ice cream sandwiches you were praying weren’t completely melted yet.

You glanced towards Vi, concerned slightly by her silence, and found her pouting, holding back tears. She scooped you up into a hug, squeezing tight. She was so incredibly thankful, but you knew that if she said it out loud she'd actually start crying, so you just nodded your head, gave her a small, knowing smile, and kissed her on the forehead.

You watched as she took a couple deep breaths and collected her thoughts, then looked around back towards the lake, her eyebrows knitting in concern. Before she could say anything though, you said, “We can eat here, if that's what you're thinking.” She nodded, giving you a knowing smile. You seemed to always be able to read her mind.

Collectively you laid out one of the blankets on the bed of the trunk, turned on the car to blast the heat and provide some toons, and unpacked the food and arranged it between the both of you. You ate, talked, and simply enjoyed each other’s company.

Eventually, though, it came time to pack up, so you reloaded the car, making sure you didn’t leave anything behind, and began the drive back home. With the radio low and a blanket draped across her lap, however, Vi was helpless to the call of sleep, and began softly snoring half way back to the apartment. You watched her out of the corner of your eye, admired how peaceful she looked, and recounted everything that had just happened. You don’t think you had ever seen Vi this happy consecutively ever. This whole list business was going to take some serious effort to complete, but if it was all going to be this fun, all going to make Vi this happy, you’d do it a million times over.

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[nochukoo97]

we can’t be friends (wait for your love) - teaser

pairing: childhoodfriend!jk x childhoodfriend!oc

summary: you and jungkook have been friends since birth, and as you both grow into teenagers, you can’t help but have some sorr of longing feeling towards him. but after a turn of events, you move away from your home town, growing apart from the boy you onced were close to. almost a decade later when you decide to move back, there’s someone familiar yet unfamiliar waiting for your arrival… was this the universe giving you a sign about him?

warnings/tags: story starts off when the both of them are children, but most of the plot is when they are adults :)), eventual: kissing, an emotional rollercoaster 🥲, they’re stuck in a ‘what are we’ moment, playing a waiting game of who confesses first, a little bit of angst, smut, but fluff too hehe

a/n: IM BACK 🥲 after being in writers block sighhh but i am back hehehe hope u r excited for this!! anyways this is just an intro for the actual fic, its more of what happened before the present which will be in the main part hehehe

TAGLIST OPEN!!

(this is the introduction, the main part is coming soon :)))

MASTERLIST

23 July 2007

You’re currently wedged between two bookshelves in the living room of your house, eyes trained on the words in your book, giggling to yourself when the plot takes a funny turn. Meanwhile in the background, Jungkook and your brother Taehyung, both a year older than you, the two ten year old boys play fighting in your parents backyard, their game was way too rough for you to even watch, you decided.

That’s always the way it’s been since you were young, Jungkook’s mum dropping him off at your parents place as he spent time with your brother, mostly roughhousing like they are now, and you, at nine years old, simply tucking yourself in another fairytale, which to you seemed like a much better way to past time.

You never truly spent a lot of time with the two of them when Jungkook would come over, besides the once-in-a-while moments where your parents would make you guys bond a little through board games or card games which the two elder boys would never take seriously, the games always ending in them either throwing the board game pieces at each other or stacking the cards into a pyramid.

When it came to school, you tried your best to stay away from bumping into your brother at school, but you’d always end up being teased in front of your friends by him and Jungkook, making fun of your two pigtails or your very glittery pink bag you had just gotten as a birthday gift, but you were used to it anyways, having grown up with a brother.

12 August 2011

Four years go by and now you’re finally completing your last year in middle school, Jungkook and your brother having moved on to high school, and as expected, they end up attending the same school, as they have done their whole life.

But since four years ago, a lot has changed. You’ve grown much closer to Jungkook, having gone on quite a few trips with his family, and you could even consider him a close friend. Most importantly, he’d grown from being a kid to a teenager, even though he was only a year older than you, the 14 year old boy suddenly became someone you always wanted to hang out with. To you, you saw him as someone cool. Instead of teasing you along with your brother, he now would defend you from your brother’s teasing, treat you to ice cream on the weekends and even teach you the video games he played with your brother.

“And then he let me get as many toppings as I wanted,” You tell your friends, clicking the buttons on your phone to show them the picture of your ice cream, filled to the brim with all sorts of toppings because Jungkook said you could.

“You’re so lucky, I wish I had a boyfriend like that,” Jiyeon sighs, pouting her lips as she sulks.

Your face turns red, tip of your ears warm as you quickly deny, “He isn’t my boyfriend! Just a friend… In fact he was my brother’s friend first,” No, you couldn’t even begin to try and imagine Jungkook as someone more than your friend!

“Well, but you should definitely confess to him on valentine’s day, it’s in like six months,” Yuji twirls her hair, nudging your leg slightly as she giggled.

To the three of you, as 13 year old girls, having a valentine was a big deal, especially since the whole idea of a crush and all was new to you guys as teenage girls.

“No! I don’t have feelings for him! He’s just nice to me I guess,” You frown at Yuji, just because she confessed to her crush and now apparently has a boyfriend, doesn’t mean you need to do it too, you decided.

You didn’t have a crush on Jungkook right?

You push away the thought quickly, this whole topic was so taboo to you, it made you feel squirmy thinking about it. No, you didn’t have any sort of feelings towards the older boy, never.

-

So that day when you arrived back at home, spotting Jungkook and Taehyung sitting at the table and doing their homework, you decide to take a seat away from the certain boy.

“Huh? Why are you sitting all the way there? Come back here,” Jungkook hums, pulling out his earphones in bewilderment, you had always sat next to him whilst the three of you would do homework together after school, nudging him here and there to ask for help with a math problem.

“I- okay,” You scooch towards the chair next to him, dragging your books along the table as you avoid eye contact. Your cheeks heating up again as you remember your conversation with your friends in school earlier, it made you feel all tingly inside, but why were you being so weird in front of him?

“You’ve been staring at that math problem for ages, need help?”

You jump up in surprise at Jungkook’s voice , letting out a small yelp as your brother snickers at you from across the table, you kick his shin in response, sending his hands flailing to the injury, mumbling some cuss word you don’t understand.

“Yeah,” You only muster out a whisper, handing over your pencil to the boy, who finds your behaviour a little off but nonetheless, doesn’t comment on it.

And while he explains the solution and working to find the value of X, you can only notice his eyes, his nose, the mole under his lips, the scar on his cheek from when he fought with your brother years ago, his lips.

And then you for yourself to snap out of your daydream when his eyes lock with yours in confusion as to why you’re staring at him instead of your workbook.

03 January 2012

But then five months later, opportunity for valentine’s day didn’t even come for you anyways, as you pack your bags to move miles away from the place you once called home, since your father had been posted to a new country for his work.

The whole idea of leaving your life behind and all the people you’ve ever known since young was such an overwhelming feeling that you didn’t even think once about your feelings for Jungkook anymore, or maybe you did once, but it didn’t matter.

So when you tugged your luggage and watch your brother sadly hug his best friend goodbye at the airport, reality struck, you wouldn’t ever get a chance to even properly assess your feelings for Jungkook anyways, so you simply wave him goodbye, not looking back so you don’t think further than a goodbye.

He did make sure to exchange his Instagram and Facebook with you, promising you and your brother to keep in touch, which you agreed to. Maybe there was a part of you that wanted to cling onto the idea of him, but you didn’t let yourself believe that anyways.

[jakedustry]

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌 - 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

bsf!Heeseung x fem!reader

in which your best friend invites you to his basketball match because he wants his closest friend present, but things take a turn different way when he wins and you're the first person he runs to

wc 2.2k

warnings reader is implied to be shorter than Jake

↪ izzy adds... I love love writing Heeseung as a basketball player. I really believe after being an idol it's what fits him the most

You stood outside your apartment, gazing out across the street while patiently waiting for your best friend to pick you up. He was late. Again. But you could hardly nag him about it because he was also late to his match, and you knew that alone was enough punishment for him. 

A sigh escaped your lips as you took out your phone to glance at the clock, taking the opportunity to fix your hair in the reflection on your phone. 9:40. You stared at the numbers, thinking about just turning around and returning to your apartment. You didn’t even know if he was coming anymore. After all, it would be wise if he went to the match instead of picking you up so he could still warm up. 

But he wasn’t smart about it. It wouldn’t be at all like him to not come running for you, even though he should be somewhere completely different at the moment. 

You chuckled, watching your best friend park his car right before you, telling you to get in quickly. “The guys are going to kill me,” he whined, starting the vehicle again. “You can’t blame me for that, though. I wasn’t late, Hee,” you reminded him. “I know, I know,” Heeseung sighed. “I’m sorry. Were you waiting for long?” 

You sat in silence during the ride. Heeseung was panicking. It was clear to anyone who as much as glanced at him, and you knew better than to stress him out even more by talking. You can update him on your life after his match.

“I am so sorry. I’ll catch you again later,” your best friend blurted out quickly, too busy to even look your way before he took his bag and ran off to what you assumed was his team’s dressing room. “Don’t worry about it!” You assured him, chuckling when he almost tripped over nothing. You shook your head at him, leaving to find yourself a place in the crowd of fans. 

You expected to see more people in the audience since it was one of the last - and most important - matches of the season, but what no one could prepare you for were fans with banners and team flags. You tilted your head, trying to wrap your head around why they were taking it so seriously. 

You scanned the audience, searching for an open slot, but everything by the front seemed full. You sighed. This is what you get for coming late. 

Actually, no. This is what you get when you arrive on time. The match hasn’t even started yet and won’t for another ten minutes. You weren’t late. Everyone was just too early. 

Though deep down, you knew that wasn’t right. Still, you would rather blame others for not having a good spot. 

“Shorty!” You turned around upon hearing the familiar voice, rolling your eyes when you noticed Heeseung’s other best friend, Jake Sim. He caught a place at the front. You smiled before joining him after exchanging a small wave. 

“How many times do I need to tell you not to call me that?” You muttered, taking a seat next to him. “I don’t know what annoys you so much. If you’re short, I’m going to call you short,” he stated, holding back his laugh as you rolled your eyes at him. “I am not even that short,” you huffed. In fact, he wasn’t much taller than you. Yet, he always found a way to tease you. 

“Hey there now, I saved you a place. You can’t be mad at me,” Jake protested. “You’re lucky I like you,” you warned him, scoffing when you saw him give in and laugh at you. “Is Riki not here too? I can’t stand being here alone with you.” 

“Come on, you know you love me,” he teased you, the grin on his face only making you more annoyed. Jake chuckled at your behavior, shaking his head. “He went to the toilet. He should be here any minute,” he explained, straightening his back so you could see the younger boy’s hoodie thrown over the seat on his other side. “Right. I saw it from behind but didn’t realize it was Riki’s,” you commented, redirecting your attention towards the court as you heard fans screaming, realizing that was your cue the match was about to start. 

♡⸝⸝ 

“I can’t believe they started when I wasn’t here,” Riki complained, trying to figure out how both teams managed to score already. Honestly, he didn’t miss out on much, in your opinion. The first basket was simple luck, and the second wasn’t any different. Both teams had good defense, not letting their opponent through. They were just lucky the other teams made a mistake at the best time possible, allowing them to score. 

“At least Heeseung waited for you,” Jake joked, glancing at his best friend on the team bench, waiting for the coach to let him in with the rest of his team. The other team was also lucky he wasn’t playing, you thought. 

Heeseung was on the court at all times. It didn’t matter if he was sick the night before or out of energy after a tiring day. He always played in the starting five, pushing his limits so that he could play. But he wasn’t in the starting five this match, and you could feel his frustration all the way to your seat. 

You knew he was more mad at himself than his teammates or his coach though. Had he been here on time, he would be playing now. The coach made sure he got that clear when he told him he wouldn’t be starting this time. A part of you felt sorry for him. You knew how much playing meant to him, and hadn’t he come to pick you up, maybe he wouldn’t be as late. 

You snapped out of your thoughts upon hearing the cheers. They were so loud you were sure even the people outside the stadium would hear them. It didn’t take you long to figure out what - or more, who - the screams were about. All that echoed through the closed space was the name of your best friend. Lee Heeseung. 

“Heeseung, go kick their asses!” This wasn’t a fight. 

“Heeseung, show them how to score! Let’s get a goal!” They weren’t at a football match. There weren’t any goals. 

“Heeseung, you can do it on your own!” Basketball is a team sport. 

You weren’t sure why, but you felt annoyed. Everyone around you except for your two friends seemed to know nothing about basketball, and you hated the fact they were present just because they found your best friend hot. 

“You know, your face has no filter,” Jake nudged your shoulder, making you blink a few times before you turned towards him. “What?” He chuckled, shaking his head at you. “The frown on your face. You’re making it look as if you were jealous,” he teased you, catching Riki’s attention. Great. All you needed was his tall ass making fun of you for feeling jealous when that wasn’t even the case. 

“I am not jealous,” you protested for the third time already. “Right, and I am–” Before Jake could finish his sentence, the buzzer interrupted him, letting you know a team requested a time-out. You glanced at the scoreboard, your eyes widening when you noticed you almost missed the whole first quarter. Heeseung’s team was now winning 18:13, and you missed all that just because of a stupid argument. You sighed, looking at Heeseung on his team’s bench. He was gulping on his water, carefully listening to what the coach had to say about the play so far, wiping the sweat off his forehead. 

Somehow, a part of you found it attractive. 

“Yeah, definitely not head over heels for him,” Riki laughed when he noticed who you’ve been staring at. “Guys, I am not–” you started, swallowing the rest of what you wanted to say when you saw Heeseung look your way, giving you a quick, excited wave before he set his water bottle aside. “You were saying?” Jake scoffed, but you didn’t care enough to argue with him. You didn’t need to prove anything to him. 

♡⸝⸝ 

As the buzzer announced the start of the fourth quarter, you had decided to come down to the court so you could be there once the match was over. The score was neck to neck now, and you knew Heeseung needed a bit more support to do well. 

That was how you found yourself standing on the side of the court, just a few feet away from the door leading to the dressing rooms. Jake and Riki stayed in their seats, claiming they didn't want to give up such good seats just to stand near the smelly dressing rooms, but you didn’t mind. You had a good view from your place, and your cheers could reach your best friend easier. The smell was something you could bear for him. 

“Just two more points! You’re almost there, Hee!” You cheered, catching Heeseung’s attention immediately as his eyes shifted from the ball to your figure for a second. He smiled, quickly coming back to his senses as he sped up, catching up on his opponent and blocking him from making the shot. Heeseung’s teammate quickly caught the ball, and the game was theirs again. 

The game was moving too fast to your liking. When your team managed to score, their opponents followed up shortly after, making the last few minutes extremely tiring. You could see it on all of them. The way they were sweating and panting as they tried to stop the other team from scoring and failed miserably each time was a clear sign of exhaustion. You glanced up at the scoreboard, watching the 82:83 written right under the time they had left. 2 minutes. 

A lot could happen in 2 minutes. Within the blink of your eye, each team gained another 6 points in under a minute, and it stressed you out. They were running too much. You knew Heeseung would collapse in your arms as soon as the match ended. You could see that he was pushing his limits once again. 

You almost yelled at him to sit down and let someone else finish it, but you knew you couldn’t do that to him. This was important to him, and you were there to support him, not scold him. 

As the buzzer filled the stadium one last time, your eyes shot up to the basket in front of you, watching the ball fall to the ground as the score changed one last time. Your eyes lit up, an uncontrollable smile spreading across your face when you saw your team win. They did it. They won the finals. And it was all thanks to Heeseung’s buzzer beater. 

You could see the joy in his eyes as he looked around the court, searching for something, someone. He didn’t care about his teammates running to him to embrace him in a hug. All he could think about was you and the fact he needed to be in your arms. 

When his eyes finally met yours, he quickly apologized to his team, not wasting any more time before he ran to you. He didn’t care that everyone was watching him, cheering for him, or calling his name so he would take a picture with his team. 

Heeseung wrapped his arms around your shoulders, almost knocking you to the ground as he hugged you, squeezing you tightly. You laughed, patting his back to assure him you were there with him. “I did it! I did it!” He cheered, backing up so he could look you in the eyes. But soon after, you had him close again. Expect this time, it wasn’t just a hug you found yourself in. 

His lips pressed against yours, one of his hands finding its way to the back of your head, pulling you closer, while his other hand rested on your waist. Your eyes widened. Unable to do anything, you watched his sweaty forehead. His eyes were closed, and his lips were soft against yours. Still, you knew the kiss must have felt bad when you didn’t kiss him back. You couldn’t. Your heart was beating too fast, and your mind was an even bigger mess. 

A huffed “Sorry” escaped his lips as he pulled away from you, his forehead pressing against yours as he breathed heavily, still trying to catch his breath after the match. You closed your eyes, rethinking everything before you cupped his cheek, making him look you in the eyes. 

It was your hand that rested at the back of his head now, pulling him closer just like he did seconds ago with you as you kissed him. “You did it,” you nodded slightly, whispering against his lips. “I fucking did it,” he smiled, his hand wrapping around your hips to keep you close. “I finally gathered up the courage to kiss you,” he proclaimed, chuckling as if he didn’t believe what was happening. 

Your cheeks heated up, becoming redder the more you looked at him. He was unbelievable. “You wanted to kiss me?” You asked, your question coming out a lot quieter than you intended. “For so long,” he nodded. “Ever since you became my lucky charm.” 

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The second half (ArsenalWomenXChelseaSisterXGeorgiaStanwayXCharlesReader)

A/N: it's short but i still hope you enjoy it.

Warnings: injury

Summary: you miss out on celebrating making it into the Champions League Final because you get hurt.

It all happened so fast in the 78th minute If the Game. You got pushed to the ground. Falling onto the floor, landing on your arm and and your forehead.You tried getting back up when you got tripped by one of the Lyon Players. You didn't even register who it was because you fell, landing on two of your fingers. So now your arm and three of your fingers looked rough. The Fingers for sure broken. You sobbed in pain. Lying on the floor. Niamh, your sister and Georgia your girlfriend were sitting together in London, watching on TV . Both turning pale.

"y/n...oh No!" Your sister said.

"this doesn't look good." Your girlfriend breathed out. Clearly stressed about all of this.

When all of sudden you passed out. Now Chaos erupted on the pitch. The medics ran over. Your best friend Alessia by your side. The Referee booking the Lyon Player with a Red Card. Both teams building a circle around you and the medics to shield you from people watching what was going on. It took 5 minutes so you were stable enough to Transport you to the hospital. The Game continued. And your Team won. They did celebrate a bit. But some of them went to the changing rooms right away. Alessia was one of the people that took a really quick shower and then went to the hospital to go see you. She was joined by Leah, Kyra and Lotte.

Georgia and Niamh tried to get someone one the Phone that could give them some information about you. You were awake by now. But pretty drugged up. And surgery was required. Your arm was fine apart from it being bruised. You had a concussion and your fingers were broken they needed to be put back into the right position. Which was why the surgery was required in the First place.

While you were in surgery, Georgia and Niamh were ready to go to the Airport. Cause they still haven't reached anyone that could tell them how you were. But finally Leah called. Leah was your other best friend, Just like Alessia.

"Leah? How is y/n?" Georgia asked her friend. She was clearly freaking out. And no one could really blame your girlfriend for being worried about you. Your sister was worried as well.

"G, she is in surgrey right now. Y/n has broken fingers that need to be put back in place and she has a concussion." Leah explained.

"can you keep us updated? I am with Niamh!" Georgia told Leah. Sniffling softly.

"yes i can. Georgia, don't cry. It all will be okay." Leah tried to cheer up your girlfriend and sister.

Three hours later you were awake again. Your fingers in the right place again. Put in a splint. The whole process was gonna take three weeks. But you were sure you could Play the Champions League Final against Barcelona.

The Team was visiting you in the hospital. You had some music on . They wanted to share the celebration with you. You were allowed to leave in a few hours and had the Go to fly back to England with the rest of the Team. Niamh and Georgia were waiting for you at Home already.

"you played such a big part with that Goal you made. Otherwise we probably wouldn't have made it to the final!" Caitlin told you. You smiled at her. Kyra was attaching some balloons to your bed that had written 'player of the Match on it. Kim placed the Award on your bed Side table.

"thank you for saying that! It means alot to me! I will be back for the final for sure. I mean i can Play with broken fingers." You stated.

"let's Take it one day at a time, y/n!" Renée said.

"yes Coach!" You replied and smiled softly.

You were hugged by both your sister and your girlfriend when you returned to London with the Team. They both were careful with your Fingers though. And still wanted you to rest cause of the concussion. So both of them stayed at your place to take care of you.

"do you have to go back to Munich for the little bit that's left of the season?" You asked your girlfriend. Being cuddled up to her on the couch. Georgia kissed your head gently.

"i do. But i will be back soon to watch you Play in the Champions League Final. And at Camp for the Euros." Georgia let you know.

"okay that's fair!" You replied and smiled at her. "Thanks for being here now!" You whispered out.

"always." Georgia stated. Niamh walked over with a Plate of your favorite food.

"Here, eat up sis." She told you and smiled.

"you win the best sister Award for that one!" You replied.

You kept your promise to be back on the pitch for the Champions League Final. Both your sister and your girlfriend indeed were there to watch you.

[darkenedroses-world]

Shopping Trophy — Droid x Reader

f!reader, shopping trip fluff, playful banter, overprotective reader, confident Droid, light PDA, group teasing, request🦋

The day started as a simple shopping trip. At least, that’s how it had been pitched. Droid agreed without hesitation—partly because he loved spending time with you, and partly because he knew the inevitable teasing he’d get from his friends was worth the smug satisfaction of knowing he was your guy. You strolled into the mall, looking absolutely stunning in your carefully chosen outfit, radiating effortless confidence. Droid, on the other hand, was in his usual laid-back attire, though even that couldn’t diminish how attractive he looked. The way his hoodie hugged his broad shoulders and his confident swagger turned more than a few heads as the two of you walked by. “Are you sure you want to carry all my stuff?” you teased, holding up the first of what you knew would be many bags. “I’d be offended if you didn’t let me,” he shot back, flashing you a grin. “Besides, I have to keep my trophy boyfriend status intact.” The hours flew by in a whirlwind of boutique stops and fitting rooms, Droid faithfully trailing behind you with an increasing number of bags dangling from his arms. Each time you stepped out to model an outfit, his eyes lit up like he was seeing you for the first time.

“You’re trying to kill me,” he said at one point, his voice low and teasing as he leaned in close. “How am I supposed to survive this?” “You’re doing just fine,” you replied with a wink, brushing a kiss against his cheek. The faint lipstick mark you left behind was intentional, but you didn’t expect him to notice—or care. What you hadn’t anticipated was Droid’s unwavering determination to keep it there. “Wait—” you started, reaching for his face, but he pulled back, shaking his head. “Nope. Not happening,” he said, his tone light but firm. “This is a trophy, and I’m wearing it with pride.” You rolled your eyes, laughing. “You’re ridiculous.” “And you love me for it,” he said, grinning as he picked up yet another bag. The plan had been to meet up with the guys after finishing your shopping spree, and it didn’t take long to spot them in the food court. Grizzy was mid-sip of his drink when he caught sight of Droid, his jaw dropping. “Yo, Droid,” he said, motioning toward him, “did you get mugged by Sephora, or what?” The others turned to look, and Puffer immediately doubled over laughing. “No way, man. Did she kiss you and just leave you like that?” Droid didn’t miss a beat, striding over with all the confidence in the world.

“Damn right she did,” he said, turning his face slightly to show off the mark like it was an actual badge of honor. “Jealous?” “You’re unbelievable,” you muttered, hiding your laughter behind your hand. Smii7y squinted, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Man, she’s got you wrapped around her finger, huh?” “And you wouldn’t do the same if you had her?” Droid shot back, grinning. The group erupted into laughter, Grizzy shaking his head. “Alright, fair. But seriously, Droid, you’ve got the rest of the mall thinking you’re a walking Valentine’s card.” “Good,” Droid said, turning to you. “Means they know who I belong to.” Later, as the two of you sat on a bench, the bags piled around Droid’s feet, he leaned back, stretching his arms. “You know,” he said, tilting his head toward you, “I don’t mind being your pack mule if it means I get moments like this.” “Moments like what?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. He gestured to his cheek, where your lipstick mark still stood out proudly. “Moments where everyone knows I’m yours.” Your heart melted, and you leaned over, pressing another kiss to his other cheek. “You’re such a sap, you know that?” “Only for you, baby,” he replied, smirking. “Now let’s head home before these guys post a photo of me in the group chat.”

[maybege]

Weekend One Shenanigans

Summary: There is only one solution to your best friend’s break-up: One weekend at a desert festival to see his favourite band. But when The Bucket Heads' bassist calls you onstage to keep the burly drummer company, you find that this weekend has much more in store for you than just securing your place at the bannister.

Pairing: rockstar!drummer!Paz Vizsla x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 5.3k | Rating: E (18+ only!)

Warnings: Modern AU, Rockstar AU, unprotected sex (be smarter than that, folks!), love (and lust) at first sight, technically slight exhibitionism, creampies

I gotta thank @catsnkooks and @bitchin-beskar for encouraging my thots about an Instagram reel I was inspired by. I don’t think this would have been written otherwise, lol. Other than that, shout out to the long weekend which allowed me to focus on writing! I am currently really on a roll when it comes to ideas and writing and I am so excited to try my hand at so many different ideas that I hope I get to share sometime.

Please do let me know what you thought in a comment or in a reblog, I am so fucking excited that I get to scream with y’all about my favourite big blue man. 🥹

masterlist | crossposted on AO3

The best way to get over a breakup was to distract yourself. That was a universal rule and one that your friend, Chants, took very seriously. The only thing that was even more important to him was that his friends indulged in said distractions with him. The first major breakup you witnessed as his friend resulted in a week-long road trip down the West Coast. When things between him and Val had ended, he had organised a holiday home in Palm Springs, where you had proceeded to spend two weeks, drowning your sorrows.

Compared to this, a weekend trip seemed like peanuts – and was not dependent on you getting time off work. Which was how he got you to the one place in the world where you had never, ever seen yourself: An open-air festival.

The Bucket Heads were the rock band of the century, and even though you didn’t religiously listen to their music like Chants did, there was no way to not know who they were. And for today, they were the headliner everyone was waiting for.

You tried not to think about how long you had already spent in the heat, steadily working your way forward show after show until you were standing in the very front. This is what Chants had dreamed about ever since you met him and, from his excited screams and dance moves, he was not thinking about his break-up at all.

Mission successful.

Seeing your friend so happy finally allowed you to relax for the first time this weekend. Gone was the constant worry that filled you when your friend was unwell. Your heart felt tons lighter, and now, as the sun began to set and the sky darkened, you could feel the crowd’s enthusiasm rubbing off on you.

“How ‘bout we get some company to cheer Paz up, hm?” the bass player, Boba Fett, joked into the mic, “Seems like he could use someone to cheer him up. Turn that serious frown upside down and all that.”

The audience erupted and you wished you had remembered to bring your earplugs, but you did not care when everyone was cheering and so were you. Anything to keep the happiness and joy going, to convey just how excited and light you felt.

 Only you didn’t account for the fact that you were right there, at the very front, and Boba Fett seemed to be in a mood.

“You,” he said, his eyes looking straight at you, “C’mon up here, we love a volunteer.”

Wait what?

You froze, the words slowly filtering through your brain until you realised what he had said. You. You were supposed to go up on stage. In front of all these people?

“Hell yes!” Chants cheered beside you, his hands gripping your shoulders as he jumped up and down with an even bigger grin on his face, “Oh my stars, you are so lucky! Remember everything and tell me later! Maybe we can even join the afterparty? This is the kind of story you will remember for the rest of your life.”

He was right. Of course, he was. Your doubts simmered down somewhat as you realised this really was the story of a lifetime (and it would be good to have something to talk about at lunch break when the ever-dreaded “So how was your weekend?” made its rounds). But that still didn’t take away any ounce of anxiety you felt as one of the security guards helped you over the bannister and you made your way away from the audience and right to the stage.

The metal steps up the stage were a bit tricky and you kept your face down, focusing on setting one foot in front of the other, watching the ground change from dry grass to metal stairs to black planks, littered with cables taped down on them and the odd bra or thong thrown on stage.

“Everyone, give it up for our volunteer!”

Din Djarin’s voice animated the crowd more than you thought possible and the sound reverberated in your entire body as you were led to the drummer.

What had they called him again? Paz. Paz Vizsla.

In the desert heat, he wasn’t wearing a shirt, his tattooed skin gleaming with sweat and there was so much body to him, you did not know what to focus on. The designs on his arm and chest? The dog tags reflecting the light around his neck? The fact that he was sitting there, legs spread, having a cocky smile on his face as your feet carried you closer and closer made your heat race and something your body clench.

“You don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to, love,” he greeted you, his head tilting to the side, “You can enjoy the show from backstage just as well.”

Following the movement of his head, you spotted where some of the technical workers were waiting in the side wings, clearly at the ready to solve any problems as they may occur. You would have the best view if you were to join them.

But something in his dark gaze kept you right where you were. “N-No,” you shook your head just like your voice was shaking, “It’s fine. Um, how should I sit?”

With dark eyes, his hands landed on your hips, his fingertips touching the bare skin just above your waistband and dragging you between his legs. Your squeal was interrupted by your laugh as you saw his mouth turn up in a mischievous grin.

“Don’t have to face them, if you don’t want to, sweetheart,” he murmured as you settled on his lap, making sure you were face to face with him, “just look at me and have fun.”

There was this feeling in your chest, now that you were really looking at him. As if you couldn’t breathe. Similar to the beginning of a rollercoaster, where you slowly ascend with the inherent knowledge that you are about to fall. Only this time, you were looking forward to the fall because you had a feeling that Paz would catch you.

Everything was so loud, your thoughts were drowned out by the cheers, the blaring music, and the pounding of your heart. But with Paz never losing your gaze, you wouldn’t have been able to think straight anyway. Another song started and you could see his arms moving, his muscles bulging with the movements as the sticks practically flew through the air. And then he moved his feet too, his legs jostling your seat on his lap, and you saw his lips twitch.

You squeaked in shock, your hands flying to his broad shoulders as you tried to keep yourself from falling off him. Paz winked at you, adjusting his legs so that suddenly, every movement did not threaten to dislocate you from him but rather bounce you closer and closer until you were pressed right against him. There was pure joy in his eyes, and you found yourself echoing his feelings.

Even on this stage, with this stranger, you suddenly felt completely free.

Your arms raised of their own accord, playing with your hair, waving to the beat of the music as you could hear the crowd sing along to Din’s words. You knew this song, it was one of Chants’ favourites, he had played it at least five times on the drive to the campsite. It would have been the easiest thing in the world to mouth the words to the song, but you couldn’t sing. Yes, your mouth opened, but suddenly you were panting, heat radiating off your body as you ground against the sexiest man you had ever seen and who did not even take his eyes off you for one second.

“Drinks on me if you can make me forget my set,” he winked at you, and your smile turned to a full-fledged grin. The air between you was electric and you found yourself bouncing even more, feeling your body react to him in a way it hadn’t for a long time. For anyone.

You wanted to touch him, you wanted him to touch you. You wanted this whole concert to be over and be alone with him in a room, so you could be close to him exactly like this. Stars, you wanted to trace your tongue over the tattoos on his arms, suck a hickey into his neck and bury your teeth into the cords of muscles in his neck as he plunged into you.

If you closed your eyes, threw your head back and arched your back just like this, you could feel him against you. A bulge that could only let you guess at the sheer size of him and made you even wetter than before.

There was a low sound that made your eyes peek open, glancing to the side to see if someone had moved a large instrument or something similar. It took you a second and a shift from Paz’s hips to realise that it had been him. He had groaned. For you. Because of you.

Your movement grew hasty, needier, and it wasn’t helped by the fact that Paz shifted now and then, making sure his cock was pressed right against where you needed him most. Over the blaring of the music, no words were exchanged but his heated look said enough. He needed this just as much as you did.

Completely drowned in the haze of your pleasure, you hadn’t really considered what all of your movements would do to your risky outfit choice. You were wearing shorts, sure, but your top was the kind that tied both around your neck and your waist. You had made sure that the tie was good on your neck, but in all the morning rush to secure your places, Chants had tied it for you at the back. As you wondered if your top felt looser than before, you suddenly noticed two strings swinging with your movements.

Before you could stop moving, the back had come apart and now you were sitting Paz’s lap, a stretch of fabric hanging loosely between your tits. Bare tits that you were now basically shoving in the face of an incredibly attractive but nonetheless strange man who hadn’t necessarily asked for this kind of proximity.

And you were in front of thousands of people.

Oh fuck. Did you just accidentally flash this man? In front of thousands of people? In public? On a concert that was surely being recorded or streamed and that would find its way on the internet and –

“Wrap your arms around my neck,” Paz instructed, “Do it now.”

You didn’t even think before you did as he asked, effectively pressing your bare chest against his. Tears of shame threatened to spill over your cheeks as the exhilaration in your body was overwhelmed by feeling incredibly silly. Who were you to think that this had been a good idea? Who were you to think you could have a meaningless hot one-night stand with a man so talented and so famous and so fucking handsome he was way out of your league?

“I got you,” Paz assured you, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, “It's dark here and no one saw. No one will see, if I can help it, okay?”

You nodded, taking one deep breath after another, “Okay.”

The urge to hide from the world got stronger when you made the (very normal) observation that the crook of his neck looked really comfortable. Before you could stop yourself, you buried your face right there, breathing him in, closing your eyes and trying to forget about the world for just a moment.

It was easy to do that when his aftershave, mixed with his sweat, acted like an aphrodisiac and the heat of his body got you to relax against him. You bet your month’s salary that taking a nap against him would be heaven on earth.

You stay like this, tucked against him, for one full song before the lights dimmed for a water break. You leaned back, allowing him to reach for the water bottle somewhere next to him.

“What? No bra you can throw on stage for me? Little one, I’m almost insulted,” he joked as he lifted the bottle to his mouth and you smiled, your nipples pebbling against his chest. There was no way he did not notice that, but you found that you did not mind. You liked his teasing and you liked him knowing the effect he had on you.

“Who says I’d throw my bra for you?” you whispered in his ear, feeling particularly sure of yourself. What you hadn’t accounted for, though, was his hand sneaking between the two of you. Thick, rough fingers with tattoos on his knuckles that looked harsh against you as his fingertips closed around your nipple, pinching.

Your mouth opened in indignation, your chest arching against him at the pleasurable pain. Had he really just –

Another song started and Paz’s hand disappeared but his dark gaze did not move from you as he played the drums like he hadn’t just rolled your nipple between his fingers. Why was that so hot?

“You having fun, though, sweetheart?” he asked you gruffly in the next moment between songs, “You feel comfortable?”

“Yes,” you whispered back, once again leaning back a little so you could look into his eyes. The movement made your lips brush against his cheek and you could feel him stiffen against you. “I’m having so much fun.”

The way your nipples brushed against his chest made you gasp and you could feel your core pulse with the need to feel him. More than you did already.

But the concert went on and all you could do was hold on to Paz’s shoulders and swallow a whimper every time your tits brushed against his chest. Was it possible to die from need? Because if so, you were sure to pass away from something similar to heatstroke.

Paz’s legs kept on bouncing, and you kept on gasping, your hips moving in these minuscule thrusts that you hoped he would not notice. Of course, he noticed.

“Bounce those pretty tits for me, baby,” he rumbled after a particularly fast song, his breath raising goose bumps all over your skin, “Here I was thinking about how I could ask you to get a drink with me later but it seems you’re much needier than that, hm? What’s next, love, your little skirt rides up and you’re begging for my cock?”

With your teeth buried in your bottom lip, it was hard to answer, and to be honest, you wouldn’t have had an answer at the ready anyway. You were horny and embarrassed and exhilarated and scared and so incredibly out of your depth, you did not know what to do. But you knew what you wanted.

You wanted to feel more of this, more of him. You wanted to be good for him. You wanted to hear more of his filthy praise whispered in your ear and remember it for when you’d lie alone in your bed at night. You wanted –

The lights went out and you flinched in surprise. Out of the corner of your eyes, you could see people rushing on the stage, switching out instruments and water bottles. Two fingers under your chin made you blink before you felt a mouth on yours. Not just a mouth, his mouth.

Paz’s kiss started out gentle until you relaxed against him. Only then did he coax your mouth open, his tongue tangling with yours as his other hand landed on your ass, pulling you right into his crotch.

“Fuck,” he cursed as his bulge pressed right against the seam of you, “I bet you'd let me put my mouth on these pretty tits in front of all these people, wouldn't you?”

His words made you wetter than you wanted to admit. The thought of being claimed by him like this – in front of everyone – evoked images in your head that made heat rise to your ears. Why did that sound so appealing all of a sudden? Why did the thought of letting this man take you wherever and however he wanted make you squirm?

“Fuck this concert, sweetheart, I’d love to get my hands on you,” he continued before nipping your bottom lip, “Your nipples are just pleading for someone to play with them.”

You opened your mouth to plead with him to please play with your nipples, now only hard pebbles against his chest, when the light went on and the music started up again. The disappointment must have been plain on your face because Paz tucked you closer to him.

“One more set,” he growled in your ear, his leg moving for the deep drum “One more set and then there’s nothing stopping me from playing with you until all you can do is gasp my name.”

Emboldened by his words, you leaned closer, planting a kiss on his jaw, “I can’t wait.”

The next three songs felt like bliss and torture. Bliss because you were basically grinding against the hardness in his pants with every beat, gasping into his ear and enjoying the way your tits pressed against him. Torture because all this made your lust spike even higher and there was nothing you could do about it until you were somewhere more private than a concert stage.

“Thank you for having us,” Din’s voice sounded through the speakers, followed by the screaming of the frenzied crowd, “You were the best! Good night!”

“Take it off,” Paz tugged at the strap around your neck, “I’ll give you my shirt.”

You were about to ask him what shirt when he reached to the side and presented you with a very soft-looking black button-down. That seemed more preferable than your sweaty top that hung between your bare tits.

With a quick tug, the top fell into your lap and before you could try and cover yourself, Paz had already thrown his shirt around your shoulders, helping your arms through the sleeves.

“There,” he murmured, settling the soft fabric around your shoulders, “That’s better.” You smiled in thanks, feeling awfully shy now that the music was done but Paz did not seem to waste any time. His fingers found your nipples again, gently rolling them between his fingers and tugging on them. Your gasp was accompanied by your rocking hips against the bulge in his pants.

“A little taste of what’s to come,” he teased you and leant forward, his mouth landing on yours in a possessive kiss and he cupped your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh in his rough hands. “Stay with me, yes?”

All you could do was nod as he helped you stand, his fingers quickly doing up the buttons until you were sufficiently covered. Your top wandered into the pocket of his pants.

He took your hand and went to the front of the stage and you hesitated. Did he really want you there? In front of everyone?

Paz turned around, dark curls falling into his face and a smile so genuine on his face that your heart skipped a beat. “C’mon, love,” he smiled, his hand squeezing yours, “You deserve your big moment.”

And so, you followed him right to the front of the stage, shyly waving to dozens and hundreds of faces you did not know. But you weren’t nervous because Paz had tucked you right into his side, his big hand settling on your waist and making sure you always felt him on you.

“They know you?”

You followed Paz’s pointed hand and grinned when you spotted Chants, excitedly cheering for you. “Yes, they are my friends.”

“They should join us for the afterparty,” Paz suggested, “If you want to join us, that is.”

*

You did, in fact, join the afterparty, squealing with your friends for about three minutes how exciting everything was and witnessing the moment Chants lost all words when Din Djarin introduced himself to him.

But just as quickly as you had joined the party, you left it too, giggling as Paz’s bulk cleared your space through the crowd. You were still dressed in his shirt, the fabric doing little to hide the outline of your pebbled nipples. Especially not when you were pressed against him in a heated kiss.

“Stars, I’ve waited too long for this,” he muttered against your lips, his mouth trailing down your jaw until you tilted your head for him and he focused on your neck. His hands were hot when they bunched up his shirt and you shivered when his bare hands finally met your skin.

“You think I haven’t?” you teased him as he led you through a dark hallway of makeshift rooms. The sound from the afterparty followed you even to the little curtain that Paz opened, a little placard declaring it as “Stage Room (Paz Vizsla)”.

“Well, you were the one who said she wouldn’t throw her bra for me,” he joked right back. The curtain fell closed behind you and now all you could hear were the faint bass notes in the distance. You were finally alone.

“That’s before I knew how you could make me feel,” you shrugged off, feeling a little shy, “Today was … exciting.”

The smile on his face would have melted the panties right off you if they weren’t already drenched in your juices. “Exciting is certainly one word for it,” he agreed and sat down on a little couch in the corner.

Never having been in a backstage room before, you were not sure what you should have expected but as you looked around the (some half-)empty water bottles, papers full of notes and scribbles and a few different shirts, you found that this room was somehow exactly how you had envisioned it. Kind of chaotic, kind of cosy and a little bit forbidden.

“Tell me what you want,” he asked you, pulling you right into his lap, “Tell me what you don’t want. Tell me everything.”

“I want everything,” you whispered, your fingers playing with the buttons of your shirt, “I want you to kiss me. I want you to touch me,” the first few buttons undone, you watched as his eyes roamed over the skin you slowly revealed, “I want … I want you to play with me like you promised.”

“I’ve been thinking about all the ways I want to touch you,” he admitted slowly, his face leaning forward until he hovered over your chest, his eyes on you, “I’m afraid I will never get enough of you.” 

You wanted to tell him that that wasn’t a bad thing, that you were pretty sure he had somehow taken up space in your heart that would never be returned to you because it was his. It was always his.

Instead, you kissed him. With your hands on his face, you kissed him, feeling the stubble beneath your fingertips, his teeth on your lips and his beating heart against yours; you kissed him like your life depended on it. And Paz kissed you back.

“There it is,” he muttered in awe and his hands ghosted over your shoulder right to your chest, cupping your tits and massaging them like he had before. Only now, you both had the freedom of time. “Fucking gorgeous, sweetheart."

“Paz, please,” you whimpered, grinding against him. You had been so close to coming before and now you were right back there at the edge, threatening to tumble over the cliff into a sea of pleasure, but only if he would finally – “Please touch me.”

Two fingers trailed down your chest, your belly, until they landed at the waistband of your shorts. In a matter of seconds, they were open and he found his way between your thighs, spreading the slickness right to your clit.

“Look at that,” he marvelled, his thick fingers crooking inside you, “Look at that little pussy clenching around my fingers. Baby, you’ll be a dream to fuck.”

He stood up, taking you with him, and you moaned, his fingers still nestled inside you. “Shorts off,” he muttered between kissed, his thumb circling your clit, “shorts off so I can fuck you, sweetheart.”

You had never stumbled out of your clothes this fast, and soon enough, you were back on the couch, watching as Paz ripped off his belt and stepped out of his pants. Just as you had suspected, he was big all over and your pussy clenched in anticipation.

With a dark smile that made you tingle all over, he climbed over you. “You look so good beneath me,” he observed, pressing a kiss to your collarbone, “If I do anything you don’t like, anything at all, let me know, all right?”

You nodded shyly, your eyes still settled on his rather impressive cock.

“I know, it’s so much, isn’t it?” he rumbled, finding his place between your thighs. His shaft bumped against you, flesh against flesh, and you gasped, your hips twitching in an effort to create more friction. “But you’ll be good and take it, won’t you?”

Stars, yes, you wanted to feel it all.

“Paz, please,” you whimpered, your hands reaching up until you could bury them in the soft hairs at the back of his neck, “Give it to me. Give it all to me.”

“Believe me,” he chuckled, “I plan on it.”

One arm caged you in, allowing Paz to lean his weight over you, covering you from head to toe without burying you under his weight, while the other disappeared between the two of you. Moments later, you felt the tips of him, broad and wet, slowly push into you.

Paz never lost your gaze, neither of you speaking, as he fed his cock into you. The size of him made you clench and you breathed through it, forcing yourself to relax and enjoy the sensation of this man breaching you in a way no one had ever quite achieved.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he murmured with the first inch settled inside you, “You okay, sweetheart?”

You swallowed, “Uh-huh. Just … I just need a moment.”

“Of course, baby, anything you need.”

There was something so intimate about this moment. About how his nose brushed against yours, your breaths mingling, your eyes locked together, as you took your time to get used to him. Your walls slowly unclenching around him.

“There we go,” he praised you, “Good fucking girl.”

He shifted, ever so slightly, and with it another inch sank into you.

“Oh my!” you gasped, your arms locking around his neck, “Paz, you’re … fuck, you’re big.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” he teased you and you giggled, angling your leg so you could slowly lift it around his hip. The movement opened you up even more and after another nod from you, Paz proceeded to slowly thrust, his shaft soon coated in your wetness.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his fingers gently circling your clit, “Who’s my good girl? That’s right, you’re my good girl.”

It was funny that he had mentioned flattery when really, all he had to do was praise you and you felt your juices coating him even more. It was like your body craved him, craved him in you, on you, next to you, whatever he was willing to give. And now that he was willing to give you everything, you did not know what to do with all the pleasure that threatened to overwhelm you.

“Nah,” he chuckled in your ear, “Don’t fight it, sweetheart. Just let it happen.”

You whined, your back arched off the soft cushions of the couch and you were sure you had to clamp him so tight it must have hurt. The pleasure just seemed to climb and climb until you lost all control of your limbs.

“Poor sweetheart,” he teased you, his forearm resting right next to your face as he leaned above you, “Can’t do anything about it, can you? But here’s a secret,” he nipped at your bottom lip and ground into you, his cock reaching even deeper than before, “You don’t need to do anything. You just need to lie here and let me please you, hm? You can do that for me, can’t you, baby? Can you be good for me?”

You nodded, desperately clutching at his shoulders, “Paz, I’m so close ...!”

“I know, baby,” he murmured, not stopping his thrusts but seemingly landing on the exact spot that made you see stars. “Come for me, sweetheart. Milk me dry, I know you can.”

Fireworks exploded behind your eyes and all you could do was gasp as your body went taut, like electricity was coursing through every limb. You faintly noted that your leg was shaking, and your hands, too, but you could not really care when Paz’s finger was still rubbing your clit just so and you clenched around the biggest cock you had ever taken.

“Coming so hard for me,” he kissed you, his bot body pressing fully against yours as his hips did those slow but deep thrusts that kept you from coming down, “Keep coming, baby, look so pretty when you come apart for me.”

A whine was all you could respond with as you turned your face into the crook of his neck, hiding from the light and anything that wasn’t him. You wanted this moment to last forever. It was not even over and you knew your body would need a long time to recover.

“Shh, you’re okay,” Paz murmured, his hips continuing to work you, “You were such a good girl for me. Coming so beautifully around my cock.”

“You gotta come too,” you whispered against his jaw, your voice sounding foreign to your ears, “Please, Paz, want to feel you come inside me. Fill me up, I – I want to feel you tomorrow, too.”

“Stars, the things you say,” he rumbled, his hips snapping against yours, “Needy little thing like you and you beg me to fill you up? Mark you as mine, huh? There’s no going back, sweetheart, might be stuck with me for a while.”

“Yes, please,” you gasped, wrapping your legs tighter around him, “Paz, please.”

Just like yours, Paz’s orgasm seemed to take everything out of him. His groans were like heaven in your ears as his body landed on yours, his hips pressing hard against you as if he wanted to bury himself as deeply as possible. You had only once allowed an ex-partner to come inside you and you remembered it being messy and slightly awkward.

But there was nothing awkward about the way Paz buried himself in you, how his cock pulsed inside you and you could feel him spill into. It was messy, yes, but as you felt him soften and the come trickling down between you, it felt more arousing than anything.

“How long will you stay?” Paz asked, carefully lifting himself off you. For a second, you were scared that he would leave you already, but as soon as he sat up, he pulled you with him, your naked body pressed against his.

“We’re leaving this weekend,” you answered, your chest resting against his chest. A strong breeze from outside ran through the makeshift walls, making you shiver.

Paz reached down, covering you with his shirt like a blanket, his hands resting on your back. “You have any plans next weekend?”

“No, why?”

“Well, we will be here again,” he murmured, “And I think I play better with a beautiful woman on my lap. You wouldn’t want to deprive the audience of my best music, would you?”

You smiled, lifting your face so you could look into his eyes. They were full of warmth and as his fingers brushed over your cheek, you found yourself thinking that this could be the start of something phenomenal.

“No, I wouldn’t,” you confirmed, “Maybe I could arrange to be back here next weekend?”

The smile lit up his whole face. “Good,” he kissed you softly, “I will arrange some tickets for you. And maybe you can take the week to think about whether you would be interested in going to dinner with me sometime?”

You smiled. This really was the beginning of something phenomenal.