#sorry that’d just be too overwhelming :^(

[askthe-ppgs-rrbs]

are there any cartoons besides dexters lab that you see as like in the same universe as ppg? like another cn cartoon or a nick cartoon or smth?

Nah bc I definitely would not be able to keep up with them

[wonysugar]

puff, puff and pass | ot4 aespa

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ. high for this — the weeknd

synopsis : your dream blunt rotation, except you’re the blunt.

pairing : yoo jimin, ning yizhuo, aeri uchinaga, kim minjeong x fem!reader

genre : smut, porn without plot (sorry)

tags : high sex, aespa kind of gangbang reader to be quite honest—, objectification, reader is referred to as ‘it’ like once, oral sex, vaginal penetration, joint rolling tutorial included brought to you by jiminjeong xx, i’m joking, don’t do drugs yall

warnings : heavy use of drugs, like, they’re all high as hell help (more specifically marijuana) both fem!reader and aespa are intoxicated in this

word count : 1,4k(??)

a/n : the fact that i was basically finished with writing thisa while ago and the only thing stopping me from posting it was the fuckass moodboard.. AND EVEN THEN IT ISN’T EVEN ALL THAT I HATE ITTFJHHFJEJF anyways, here’s some food MWAHH love you sugarcubes<33

“come on, you’ve been at it for ages— pass it already.” complained ning, her voice all whiny. 

from those words alone, a normal individual would think that the five girls in the room, including you, were doing a blunt rotation of some sort. or perhaps you all were just participating in a chill activity that consisted of passing around an object for entertainment, nothing harmless.. right?

well.. yes! you’d be right in assuming that it was, in fact, a blunt being passed around originally. that is, until the other girls (intoxication clearly having taken over the good parts of their brains) thought it would be a great idea to pass something else, another object, one that’d cure their boredom in the middle of fucking nowhere. 

that said object turned out to be your very own body.

“ohh my god shut up—” was what aeri moaned, sharply inhaling air through her teeth as she fucked her cock deep into your mouth, the tip touching the back of your throat with every thrusting motion she made. you were on all fours in front of her, fitting all of her into your mouth, watching your head bob up and down her long shaft effortlessly as you took all of her rigid length like the good slut you are, it made her lose control of her senses. “fuck y/n i’m so fucking close—“

then, to both you and aeri’s surprise, right as she was about to finish all over your mouth, your hair was suddenly pulled on from behind. “ah-ah, too late, it’s my turn now.” was what you heard ning say from behind you in a singing tone, visualizing the kind of annoying smile she had on her face whilst saying that to aeri. 

you winced at the sharp pain you felt on your scalp from such a tug, which was then immediately replaced by the overwhelming sensation by the feeling of ning’s dick sliding up and down your wet slit, teasing your entrance with her tip. 

in response to having you pulled away from her at the moment of her sweet release, you saw as aeri’s face contorted from one of pleasure to one of frustration very quickly, despite her seemingly sleepy eyes due to the ridiculous amount of cannabis she ingested, and keeps ingesting. “i wasn’t done, asshole.” exclaimed the half-japanese girl, clearly upset that the chance to cum all over your pretty face got taken away from her and delayed for another short period of time.

ning simply laughed at her before swiftly sliding her cock into your wet, wet cunt. you moaned loudly, as being in a situation such as this one while simultaneously being high just made you feel everything way more than you usually would. it was like all five of your senses were invaded with different, filthy things, and all of those things contributed to making you feel so, so good. you felt mindless, only present to please those that were freely using your body.

you loved every single second, as dehumanizing as it was. perhaps that’s what made it so arousing.

“please— i’m doing her a favor. she knows this dick fucks her the best, right, doll?” you looked back at her with hooded eyes, unsure what to respond.

while yes, ning knows how to use her length, you were quite frankly blinded by the drugs at that moment.

all you really wanted was dick, regardless of how you got it.

so, you mindlessly nodded, “stick to jerking off and watching how it’s done, ‘kay?” is what added ning, earning another annoyed groan from the other girl in response, before the latter sat down on the couch before you. with that, each second that passed was an increase in speed for the girl on top of you, your back to her stomach.

“can you guys stop bickering already? it’s like, ruining the vibe.” said what sounded like jimin, her words were slow, clear and enunciated.

that’s when you caught a glance of her and minjeong, sitting on the other corner of the dark room. they, on their side of things, were rolling yet another blunt, minjeong was focused on intricately filling the folded paper with the marijuana whilst jimin held the filter for her, aligning its edges perfectly with the edges of the paper before rolling it, twisting the end of the joint and eventually lighting the latter. 

“and can you roll that shit quicker? it’s getting boring having ning do everything.” snapped back aeri, a bit louder so that the two relevant girls could hear her above the music, clearly annoyed. obviously, ning heard and grinned at her mockingly, earning an eye roll from her.

“we’re working on it, be fucking patient, girl.” replied minjeong.

what differed her ways to handle you and ning’s was mostly the gentleness that was employed with you; aeri was rough, sure, but she also prioritized your comfort above everything else when you were sucking her cock. ning, on the other hand, was fucking you like she had a point to prove, she’d thrust into you in an almost animalistic way, also making sure that she could hear every single dirty noise that came out of your mouth. 

not like that was hard to do anyways, with how loud and shamelessly lewd you were being for her. 

with that being said, you weren’t exactly surprised when you felt her fingers lock your jaw into a tight grip, making you face the couch aeri was sitting on. the chinese girl dug into your skin with her long, pretty acrylic nails, leaving very visible red scratches on your stomach as she got closer and closer to her climax.

“you’re so tight, baby..” said ning with a groan, huffing and puffing into your ear with each pump of her dick into your walls, all of it causing you to moan out incoherent words. “oh fuck, i think i could do you for hours on end—”

when you actually concentrated on the girl in front of you, you noticed how no longer upset she seemed about being denied her orgasm, but more so impatient to have you all to herself again. she watched you attentively as she stroked her own dick, wishing she was the one to stretch your pussy out instead of it being done by the annoying and cocky girl that was behind you, ning. 

those two are very close, so it’s very natural for them to take basically everything as a competition.

then, as if to prevent you from looking anywhere else other than her, aeri quickly stood up in front of you and grabbed ahold of your hair, rougher than usual, before impatiently teasing your already agape mouth with the head of her cock, slapping it against your desperate lips before bucking her hips into your mouth, inserting it effortlessly. ning was still behind you, pounding you just as mercilessly as she’s been doing this entire time.

you came, repeatedly, at that. what else could you have done when you were being fucked stupid by two different dicks at once, both at different speeds and intensities? obviously, it didn’t take long before they came inside of you, too. aeri’s warm juices filled the entirety of your throat, forcing you to swallow every drop of it as she pushed her cock down deeper, while the chinese girl's dick was buried deep into your wet, swollen cunt, the perfect view of your spread ass obviously playing a huge part in her orgasm.

teamwork at its finest! especially when the two other girls are finally walking their way towards you, stumbling in their steps, all giggly and jittery from the weed, clearly excited to make you take a puff out of their freshly rolled and lit-up joint. too fucked out to have at least one remotely coherent thought, you let them ruffle your hair and get a tight grip on it to make you face minjeong’s pale hand, holding the blunt in between her fingertips.

still recovering from aeri’s thick load in your throat, you didn’t even notice how jimin had her phone camera above you, filming you from practically every angle before locking your jaw in a tight grip, laughing and caressing your lips with her thumb.

“come on, pretty slut,” she said, her voice just above a whisper, “take a hit.”

and you did, you took multiple, even. you felt yourself lose every ounce of sobriety left in your body with every inhale you took of the joint, if you even had any. so much so that you weren’t even fazed by sometimes having it suddenly replaced by one of the girls’ dicks at times and even forgetting that all of that was getting recorded by jimin. 

once that blunt was finished, they simply thought it’d be funny to have you crawl around on the floor like a desperate little whore that’s trying to get her throat used like it deserves to be, you took them, turn by turn, getting their mixed loads all over your mouth and throat, turn by turn. 

unfortunately for you, you couldn’t remember what it was that happened afterwards, all you know now is that your head hurts like a bitch and that your legs feel like you went to the gym for a week straight with no breaks. 

with that information, it was needless to say that you definitely got passed and used around by the other girls like you wanted for the rest of that long and hazy night.

[sxyves]

🏷️ - overwhelmed!reader. afab!reader. sub!reader. softdom!hyunjin. cockwarming.

“close your eyes baby, i’ll take care of you.” are the last words either of you say as he enters you.

you’re tired, that’d be an understatement for what you’re feeling like right now, on hyunjin’s lap, him inside of you. you were too lazy to really do anything right now, all you wanted was to feel close around him.

eyes fluttering shut as you rest your head on his shoulder, his hands caressing your back and rocking you back and forth.

“don’t worry about anything, just relax.” he whispers softly in your ear,

relax

that’s all you had to do, nothing was wrong, just you, him, and the soft taps of the rain on your guys’ roof.

coming home tired and wanting nothing but to be right next to him, you couldn’t think of anything else right now, just you and him.

“hyunjin” you mutter out quietly after a while, he responds with a small hum.

“i’m sorry.”

“don’t be.”

“no— i just feel like i’m being too sensitive and annoyi-”

he interrupted you,

“shhh”

“don’t be sorry for anything, i’m not upset at you, __.”

“i know, i just- felt so—”

“__, did you not just hear what i said?” he said, a little more stern now. you went silent. “i said it’s okay, you don’t have to worry about anything right now, just.. calm down, focus on yourself.”

you nod slowly, sinking into his lap again,

he was right, calm down.

[whocaresstillthelouvre]

Close Encounters Of The Corn Kind

Rating: Teen, for marijuana use where it's legal. Mature, for marijuana use where it's illegal. Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Female Reader Summary: Exploring a corn maze high out of your mind after eating an edible all by yourself, beautiful? Or... you and Dieter are high and end up separated in a corn maze. He must do whatever he can do to save his princess. Warnings: Dieter's POV, stoned paranoia, Dieter calls reader princess, panic but in a corny way, corn, corn, and more corn. Words: 1,400

A/N: Written for @goodwithcheese and @jolapeno's Fall Challange. I know Javier Pena x bonfire won my poll and I promise that will be posted but woooo boy, once I started writing this I couldn't stop. I happen to find it quite a-maze-ing!

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Corn, corn, corn. So much corn. It’s everywhere. The stalks move in the evening breeze, secrets whispering out with each sway taunting him as he ventures deeper into the maze. It surrounds him. He jumps overwhelmed by fear with every brush of a dry leaf against his skin. He looks down at his arm, he’s safe, he hasn’t turned to corn yet. You’re still out there somewhere lost in the labyrinth of grain, he must rescue you. 

A couple wrong turns here and there and now he’s lost. Who knows how far away you are. A sea of corn now stretches between you. What if you’re both stuck here forever, wandering through the maize maze for eternity?

He shakes the thought from his head. No! He can’t think like that. He must continue. His princess needs him. 

A rustling sound comes from behind him. He whirls around, sliding on the muddy ground. His Croc slips, betraying him, but he catches his balance, nice try maze phantom. The mud, it’s another obstacle. He cannot fall, he has a mission, he has to save his princess.

Take a left? No, take a right. Left? Left as in left behind? He better go right. Right? Well, right might mean he’s asking for approval. 

He wishes he had a map. He wonders if that children's menu from Olive Garden he filled out last week might just hold the answer for this. He was able to connect the spaghetti to the meatball on his first attempt. Wait, is he the meatball? 

He doesn’t know what shape the maze is. What if it’s all an elaborate trap sent down from the aliens? Everyone knows that aliens love corn fields. Is he currently roaming a crop circle? He could very well be headed for the big red X where they’ll beam him up. Have they already captured you? 

“PRINCESS?!” he shouts, turning down another corn concourse. Corncourse, that’s a funny word, maybe he can talk to someone at Merriam-Webster about adding it to the dictionary. That is–if he escapes out of here. “PRINCESS?!”

No answer, only a murder of cawing crows laughing at his misfortune as the plume of them takes flight. They’re mocking him, laughing at his pathetic desperation. Maybe if he wishes hard enough he can sprout wings, lift off, swoop down and rescue you, then fly out of this place. Crazier things have happened… after all, he did win an Oscar. 

“Dieter?” your voice harkens him back to reality. He can just barely see the brown fuzz of his coat on you. Why didn’t he give you an orange security vest? Ah, but then you’d stick out amongst the corn and that’d make you more of a target for them. 

“Princess?! Is that you?” 

“Yeah…” you reply, your voice muffled by the wall of corn between.

“Baby! Are you okay?” He asks, his spine straightening, his heart skipping a beat.

“I’m like… really high,” you whisper loud enough for him to hear behind the corn barrier.

“I am too, but don’t fret Princess,” his voice drops with a heroic tone. “I will find you, all this corn be damned.” 

“Can’t you just… come through the row?” you ask, confusion tinging your voice.

He eyes the tan and green blades of stalks reaching out towards him like they’re ready to infect him, he refuses to become a corn person. 

“I’m sorry my love, that’s what they’d expect me to do, we must not cheat. Cheating would cause us to lose the maze, and we don’t want to lose the maze.” 

“Okay… so what do we–” 

CLANG! A loud noise reverberates from outside the maze. A sober mind would realize it’s just the ramp for the hayride trailer hitting the ground, but to Dieter it’s a warning shot.

“RUN!” he shouts, speeding away, stalks burring past him as he entangles himself farther into the mass mosaic of maize.

He’s left you, he knows this, but now it’s even more important for him to track you down. 

He turns a corner and freezes. A friendly face appears, wearing  a wide smile and a straw hat. 

“Hey! Sir! Hi, I–I can’t find my princess,” Dieter huffs, catching his breath. “Do you know where she is?” He holds his phone up, showing the kind looking stranger your photo that's set as his wallpaper. “She’s wearing my brown fuzzy jacket, I got it in Sundance.” 

The man doesn’t answer. He doesn’t even look at Dieter’s phone.

“Sundance, you know, the place in Utah? You ever been?”

Still no answer.

“Dude, look,” Dieter pushes the phone closer to the man’s face. “Can you tell me if you’ve seen my princess?”

The man ignores every word he says, his eyes stay staring forward.

“Well, fine, fuck me I guess,” he mutters, backing away. “I’ll just leave you alone then, obviously you don’t want to help.”

He retreats from the straw hat man, shaking his head at how rude people can be.

He continues down another path.

Right turn. Blocked.

Left turn. Blocked again.

He must retrace his steps and attempt another thoroughfare. Crossing paths with the straw hat man again. 

“Ahh! We meet again,” Dieter says, shaking his head.

Silence still. 

“You know buddy!” He steps closer. “You’re really rude!” He jabs his finger into the man’s soft–very soft–chest, straw pokes out from under the man’s collar. 

“Oh, shit, sorry dude. DIdn’t realize you weren’t real,” Dieter says, sheepishly, grabbing his straw filled hand to shake an apology before heading down another path. 

He feels like he’s getting somewhere, this corn doesn’t look familiar. 

He can hear the crowd of the fall carnival get louder as he takes a left instead of right. He hasn’t been taken yet, he’s close! So close to freedom! Feet don’t fail him now, he can see The EXIT sign in all of its rusted and hand painted glory. And yet, a defeated whimper leaves his mouth, the corn barrier stands tall and intimidating, still holding him captive. If he can leave, he can find you help. Call in the reinforcements, find his princess. 

“Okay Dieter, okay, you gotta get outta here,” he says aloud to himself, pacing back and forth, yanking his hair, causing it to stand even more haphazardly. “Think Dieter! Think! Think!” he shouts. 

“Dieter?” 

Your voice on the other side of the corn! You’ve made it out! 

“Baby?! Y-you’re out?!” he asks in shock. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine Dee, just really hun–”

Another CLANG echoes, he HAS to get out of here. He can’t leave you behind, not when he has the car keys. He hesitates for a moment, before charging through the corn stalks, if he becomes a corn person, then so be it. He HAS to be with you. He’s sure the poison isn’t instant.

He breaks through the corn wall and tumbles to the ground, snapped stalks litter the ground around him, causing quite a scene. He looks up, breathing a sigh of relief when his eyes meet yours. 

There you are standing right outside of the maze exit happily eating an apple cider donut. 

“Hi,” you smile, through a mouthful of crumbs.

“My princess,” he sighs, a wide, adoring grin spreading across his face. He pushes himself up, wincing slightly. He wishes he had a cape. He bets he’d look real cool right now with a cape billowing behind him as he stands amongst the conquered leaves and bits of broken stalks scattered around him.

“Welcome back, brave traveler,” you smile, offering him the donut.

“I made it,” he breathes, taking a bite of the sweet, cinnamon bread.

“Sir,” a stern voice catches Dieter’s attention. He turns to find a security guard eying him, face set in a firm, annoyed expression. “Looks like someone decided to make their own exit, huh?”

Dieter straightens his posture. “I’m sorry sir–there was a very urgent situation.”

The guard raises an eyebrow. “Urgent?”

“She was trapped,” Dieter says, gesturing towards you, his tone heroic again. “I had to save her!”

A laugh bursts from your mouth. “He got lost,” you explain, shaking your head. 

“Lost or not, you two need to leave,” the guard instructs, stepping aside.

“Right then,” Dieter nods. “Come, my princess, this maze has been conquered,” he bows. 

You roll your eyes and giggle, grabbing his hand as the two of you walk towards the exit. 

Dieter’s back where he belongs–with his princess and an inkling of pride, even if the guard trails closely behind.

[zujime]

Hello, i really like your writing, I always check for updates! If possibile may I ask for detailed oral headcanons giving and receiving for Bruno, Josuke, Giorno and Abbacchio? Thanks in advance ♡

─── bruno b. + josuke h. + giorno g. + leone a.

cw. aged up, oral (m / f receiving), drool play, cum swapping, cum eating, slight marking/bruising, makeup messing, light overstim, slight dumbification, eye contact, hand holding, faint biting

note. REALLY?? OMG TYSM i try to post as many works as i can but my brain doesn’t wanna work sometimes 🙎🏽‍♀️ also IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG college is no joke and uh… i got a little carried away💀💀 but it’s here now!! literally if you have anything else you wanna request or a lil question, etc. DO NOT HESITATE to send it in my inbox 🤭 okok bye bye🥰

(i was tempted to put ass eating in here but the demons told me no...)

bruno prefers giving over anything. that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like it when you’re going down on him—hell, he loves how easy it is for you to shut his brain off with a simple kitten lick, but he just loves being able to make you writhe with nothing but the flick of his wrist.

he especially likes it when either of you have come home after a long day. the second you sit down on the couch or edge of the bed, his hands gingerly rub at one of your thighs before he gets on his knees and slots himself between your legs.

if you have on pants, he’s already peeled them off of you. skirt or dress? he’s hiked it up to your waistline. either way, both end up with him nipping at you through your underwear teasing you briefly with his teeth and tongue before dipping his fingers beneath the hem of your panties and sliding the article of clothing off, kissing at the warm skin of your thigh that’d been closest to your core.

he’d utter sweet phrases like “missed you, amore mio” that were accompanied by a firm yet delicate squeeze from his hand as he inched closer to your center with each kiss. oh, how he loves being between your legs—being able to stare as you oozed arousal. unless he’s exhausted, he always glances up at your eyes with his mesmerizing blue ones before he allows himself to get lost in all that is you.

the tip of his nose rubbing up against your sensitive nub as he relished in your core like a man starved, mindlessly mumbling praises into you with occasional whimpers that were almost drowned out by the sound of squelching his mouth made as he ravaged you. his once soft fingers now leave pretty wine-colored imprints on the expanse of your thighs and ass whilst he held your squirming body still.

“hah, f-fuuck—bruno, please!” you whine, brain nearly nothing but mush with how his skilled tongue never seemed to leave any part of your petal-smooth walls untouched. you feel the tremors of his voice before you hear him—even so, you’re too far gone to have comprehended him.

large, slender yet indelicate hands urge you closer and closer into him till he was virtually engulfed in you; the intoxicatingly sweet scent of you that left him ensnared, and the honeyed nectar that oozed from your molten hot center and mingled with his desperate slobber.

it’s not long before your stomach quivers from the knot that grows tighter and tighter with each enthusiast lick. your unsteady fingers find themselves raking through his messy raven locks as your thighs that surround his shoulders threaten to shut.

then the pressure that was trapped in your lower abdomen, snapped—flowing through your body like the waves of an ocean with each overwhelming spasm. your mind dizzy and mouth left agape as silent cries erupt from you.

finally, bruno latches off your aching cunt and gazes at you with glossed over eyes. “i’m sorry, mia amata,” he chuckles as plants a few quick soft pecks on your thighs, taking in your worn out expression. “i must’ve gotten carried away.”

he tends to get lost in the taste of you—not even worrying about whether you've come or not. you could be on your fifth orgasm and he’d still be lapping at your cunt as if he’s still trying to get your first orgasm.

though there are some instances where he’s receiving head from you, typically it’s during quickies, when he’s had a long day, or when you’re kind of taking charge in the bedroom.

he’s sprawled out on the bed, pants already thrown elsewhere in the room whilst his shirt followed leaving him in the bittersweet strain his boxers gave him. his cock twitched under the fabric as you licked a taunting stripe along its clothed underside, earning an almost impatient sigh from the man. one of your hands rested along the waistband of his briefs as your other trailed up his body—thumbing at his side before flicking and rubbing at his exposed nipple.

he loved yet hated this—he hated how much you tease him and make him wait, yet he loved how easily you could get him to be putty in your hands. it’s not long before you tug his underwear off, letting his aching cock spring free and throb with each bead of pre-cum that dribbles from the tip.

his abdomen quivers as he sucks in an unsteady breath when you lick up the mess that dripped down to the base, soon enveloping his tip in the fleshy warmness of your mouth—cheeks hollowed as you focus on it, enjoying the breathy groans that slipped from his damp lips and the heavy lidded look he peered at you with. it’s not long before you take him further into your mouth, causing his groans to shift to a stream of swears in his native tongue.

each breath shorter than the last—shallow, choppy gasps that rapidly shifted to hissed out groans every time the head of his cock kissed the back of your throat.

his hands struggling to stay in their respective places, at his sides because you begged so sweetly. you slither a hand along his stomach and to his chest, occasionally rubbing and flicking at the nub whilst your other hand gently massaged his balls.

bruno throws his head back as his body tenses and shudders at the stimulation—your throat? fuuck, and your hands? at this point, he thinks he’s done for—his hands grip at the sheets till the skin on his knuckles whiten, a string of whimpery moans fall from the man’s kiss bitten lips.

cries of the endearing pet names he’d given you followed by a cacophony of swears and quivering sobs of “gonna cum—mngh hah! ‘m close!” involuntarily, his hips buck, making you gag a bit as the tip of his cock met with your throat at a hurried pace.

his skin was fiery hot as his belly convulsed as he teetered closer to the edge, his hands in constant limbo as they yearned to push down on your head yet want to remain in their positions.

though his mind goes blank and his body stills as he spills his load into your mouth, a cry of ecstasy erupts from deep within him as his legs tremble with each encouraging squeeze you give his balls, blue eyes sealed shut as he emptied himself in your throat.

i also think josuke is the type of guy that loves giving BUT, he really really loves receiving more than anything.

mainly because he think you just look so fucking pretty with his cock in your mouth; how you gaze up at him with glassy eyes when the tip hits the back of your throat a few times, how messy you look when drool dribbles from the corner of your mouth, and how pitifully pretty you look when he shoots his load down your throat.

it only gets worse when you’ve either got on a full face of makeup or you’re in the process of putting it on. maybe you two have a dinner reservation or a simple night out with friends? whatever the case, the minute he sees you the two of you are either late or stuck at home—aka, mascara running as your eyes watered from gagging and lipgloss smeared all over the left side of your face and all over his cock.

the view was just so pretty from up here, especially after he adds the much needed finishing touch to your makeup, making sure it gives your skin that nice dewy finish before he’s gingerly laying you on the comforter so he can get his share too.

he runs a thumb along the corner of your lips, intently ruining your hard work. “wha— josuke, what are yo—!” you huff before you're interrupted by a low voice that’d been brought down to a whisper despite it just being the two of you.

“i think you look pretty like this, babe.” his lips warm and wet as they leave a trail of small hickeys along the juncture of your shoulder and neck. “we don’t have time for this, josuke. we gotta be at the place in twen—“

“but,” he interrupts once more, pausing to peer up at you through the bathroom mirror as he continues. “i think you’d look prettier with my dick in your mouth.” he whispers in your ear, tone sultry whilst his eyes remain stuck on yours—silently pleading as his hands squeezed needily at your waist.

doesn’t take much to get you on your knees with your hands ghosting themselves along the belt and button that kept his painfully swollen shaft tucked away. the metal of the buckle clinks as it clashes with the tile floor, you slip a hand under his shirt only to tenderly rub at his abdomen, hand threatening to dip below his slacks.

your lips litter the fabric around the zipper with lipgloss before you catch the metal zip between your teeth, sliding it agonizingly slow while gazing into his bluish-purple hues.

his pants and underwear fall as quickly as he put them on this morning. his now slick with precum that seemed to leak ceaselessly from his tip that’d been a fierce sanguine color as it throbbed with each feathery light kiss you placed upon it—dragging out a myriad of low groans and shivering inhales.

he rests a hand on your cheek all while you take him in your mouth, lipgloss leaving a sticky trail along his cock each time you slipped him out of warmness behind your lips.

he always ends up shooting blanks almost right after a couple of minutes. if he isn’t pulling out and spilling his spend on your face whilst admiring the new look, he’s begging you not to swallow his cum.

mumbling things like “wanna taste it on your lips” or “tastes so much sweeter from you” while pulling you up from on your knees just to sloppily slide his tongue in your mouth, making a sticky mess of cum and spit dribble from both your lips.

when he’s giving you head, it can vary. sometimes it’s after he’s cum in you after a quickie or just a normal night. he’s the type of guy to be like “i kiss you after you suck me off, why would it matter” but says “can’t leave you all dirty now, can i?” instead.

other times he’d be shamelessly between your legs while you were on the phone with someone—he apologizes profusely later but bro has needs and he gets a kick outta hearing how you struggle to bite back a few mewls from spilling out, or when you’re about to go somewhere and you’re waiting for a friend to pick you up.

you almost forgot where you were when he pulled out and started lapped away at your pretty pussy, mumbling sweet praises and a faint ‘gotta clean you up’  in his wake whilst his fingers practically dug into the skin of you plush thighs to hold you in place. he was sloppy, but good.

had your dress not been hiked up your thigh it’d be just like his shirt—the shirt that had been drenched in your juices and some splotches of his spend, sure, but it was mainly his slob that oozed from his bottom lip in fervor with each whimper he emitted as his cock twitched.

your thighs quivered around his broad shoulders as you neared another high—your tummy tensed with each silky sweep, gasps uneven yet punctuated before you silently scream and convulse. and he almost continues, that is until the doorbell rings.

“sh-shit! Josuke, I gotta go.” you gasp frantically, breath labored as you glance at him—wiping the blend of liquids from his mouth with his thumb before licking it clean. your legs almost give out as you go over to give him a quick kiss and a ‘love you’ before heading off.

i think leone would honestly be content either.

maybe he likes pleasing you and making you feel like nothing but putty in his hands, while he might also have days where he just wants to fuck till you’re nothing but dumb on his dick.

i think when he just wants to bask in you—days where he just wants to take his time with you; lazy days, maybe even special occasions, etc. at times like this, he thinks about your pleasure yes, but he’s more focused on drinking in all of you—no wall or crevice will remain untouched.

he’s eating you out like you’re his last meal, slow yet thorough. and he loves hearing you whine for more, for him to pick up the pace, anything! but he just peers up at you with heavy lids, giving your clit a quick pinch and then a loving lick before closing his eyes and resuming his mind-numbingly slow pace. eating you out is like an art form to him…

your back arches from off the soft comforter as you squirm, tears welling in your waterline at his tortuous pace. “leone, please–!” you mewl only for your plea to fall upon deaf ears as his eyes remain blissfully shut whilst his kneading at your thigh and hip never cease, as for his slow attacks on your slick center—they remained the same.

you let out a pitiful wail that veered into a choppy sigh. it’s not long before he picks up the pace only by a bit, groaning into your dewy paradise that gushed the very nectar that left him yearning for more.

on other days though, he might wanna whore you out—slap the head of his cock on the tip of your tongue, watch you drink his drool before finally pushing his cock to the back of your throat. choked out chuckles of ‘such a good slut for me’ and ‘so pretty with my dick in your mouth’ as he face fucks you.

his hands either resting on the sides of your face or wrapped comfortably around your neck, no in between. typically he wraps his hands around your neck just to feel the print his dick leave when you take him down to the hilt. 

his thumb rubs at your cheek as a stray tear falls from your eye. he takes his cock out of your mouth before tapping at your bottom lip with his pointer. “be a good girl and open up for me.” he sighs, smirking as part your kiss swollen lips for him, making sure your tongue is out.

it’s not long before he slaps the wet muscle with his fat, aching tip as he emits a faint gasp at the feeling only to stop and pull your face closer to his, as saliva dripped from his tongue and onto yours. uttering a ‘swallow’ before easing his cock back into your mouth after you’d open it again.

giorno look like he stares.. okay wait hear me out.

i think giorno is very tender when he’s both giving and receiving head, but i also think he likes being able to look into your eyes when it’s happening. it just does something for him.

i think that and MAYBE a bit of hand holding because he likes when you start squeezing his hand when you feel good or are close.

not only does that warm his heart but it also kinda shows him that he’s doing a good job. at least that’s what he thinks when he’s eating you out, you on the other hand…

he has literally dumbed you down. when he asks you something or mumbles something you can’t even comprehend it, let alone form thoughts in general.

he’d fluctuate between a slow and a fast pace because he doesn’t want you to cum too quick but he also kinda wants you to and so while he’s doing that, you’re struggling to keep your eyes open even by a bit.

and everytime your eyes fall shut, he gives you thigh a quick little nibble to get you back on track, hopefully.

you’re nothing but a babbling mess under his sharp yet adoring gaze. your mouth yearns to say anything other than swears but your mind is merely a puddle in that head of yours all thanks to your boyfriend.

one of his hands intertwined gingerly with yours as he sucked and lapped at your dripping pussy longingly—as if your juices were his only source of hydration. your lids threaten to shut from the immense pleasure, grip on his hand tightening as your abdomen tingled.

your eyes shut and just when you’re about to cum, he pulls away and bites at your thigh, which get a dejected whine from you.

when he’s on the receiving end, he wants to go slow cause just looking at your eyes almost makes him cum, but he just wants to see you but your mouth is so warm—ripping pathetic noises from him, ranging from uneven breaths to whimpers and whines. 

his hand tightly enveloping yours as you suck at his tip before taking his cock all the way to the hilt, making his abdomen shudder and tense at the sensation whilst his mouth hung wide open yet all that came out were silent sobs.

his golden locks were now in disarray and intermingled with sweat as his stomach quivered each time you took him to the base. pre cum practically pooling in your mouth as his breathing became more ragged.

though despite his eyes being on the verge of closure, his sights were forever trained on you and how pretty your swollen lips looked around his aching cock. swears slipping from his tongue in a melody that left your core warm with fiery arousal. his chest rising and falling with each quickened breath as his hips began to involuntarily buck as he neared his climax.

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[luvv4j4ybe11]

Girlie please I need whiny and moany and subby neteyam so much,you write him so good🙏😭😭

OO YES😩 the way I ran to fucking write this!, and tysm, baby love<3

Not proof read!! Sorry if there’s errors honeys

Warnings: p n v, riding, overstimulation, teyam starts to cry a lil bit bc he’s so overwhelmed, reader is mean, dom!reader, sub!teyam, and i think that’s it. Lmk if I missed anything, enjoy<3

Dividers by ~ @cafekitsune

It was hard at first for Neteyam to feel comfortable enough around you to be submissive, but once you got the “go-ahead” he turns into complete putty in your hands once you take control.

You’ve been riding him for what seems like hours, your soft, velvety walls milking him of all he’s worth as he cums inside of you pathetically because it’s just too good:(.

His big hands travel all over your plush curves, his way of desperately trying to tell you to slow down. And even when he does speak up all that comes out is a choked out whimper or broken moan.

“Awh..but tey I thought you wanted this?, poor boy can’t handle when mommy uses you? How pathetic.” He’d be so embarrassed after hearing the low whine that comes from his mouth after you say that, cock twitching and drooling inside of you just because of your voice.

The more the cruel, soft coos leave your mouth plump lips the more his eyes would start to burn with tears, biting down on his bottom lip so hard blood starts pouring from it;which you lick up eagerly.

He’d ask you so nicely for permission to cum whenever he’s close too, babyboy would be babbling complete nonsense but he’s really trying so hard to be a good boy for you:(, and the little huff that’d come from him when you deny him too, ugh. He would just squeeze your hips/ass/ or tits in frustration, and get even more frustrated when that gets him even closer.

“Yawne, p-please..please I-..wanna..cum, please~” he’d plead with you shakily, using all of his power to form a single sentence so he can fill your tight cunt with his hot, sticky cum. All you do is laugh though, leaning in to wrap you arms around his neck, pressing your soft tits against his toned chest. A sensation that makes him groan deeply. “Mhm..not yet. I’m so so close so just hold on a little longer, ‘Kay?….good.” You’d coo before placing a loving kiss on his nose.

A small frown adorns his lips when you deny him, looking up at you with the most pathetic tear filled doe eyes you’ve ever seen. Ewya, he’s the cutest.

The way his strong arms wrapped around your middle was almost like a silent plea for you to keep going. No matter how much he came he couldn’t get enough of your slick cunt, as if it was made for him.

You swear his noises get louder and needier with the way he was buried into your chest, rambling about whoever knows the closer he feels you get.

Your hips stutter once you’re on the brink of your orgasm, a sign Neteyam knew all too well from how many times he’s made you do the same.

“Teyam.. m’close..need you to cum with me, ok?” You feel his arms and tail squeeze you like a vice, and his hips buck up into you sloppily to match your own sloppy thrust. A whispered “mhm~” leaves his lips before you clamp down onto him, the intensity of your orgasm making you whimper in his ear shamelessly.

Between your noises, your soft body pressed against him, the tightness of your cunt, and your addictingly strong scent, he was cumming instantly. Shooting thick ropes of his warm load into your greedy hole.

It wasn’t until you pulled away from him that his he realized his face was covered in tears, something that breifly made him embarrassed before he felt you hold his face reassuringly.

“Such a pretty boy f’me, you know that?” You l encourage subtly, causing his tail to sway like a little happy puppy. “Could say the same about you, babygirl,” he replied through labored breathes, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on your lips. The sensation of his lips instantly making you clench around him, erupting an another low groan from him.

You lift up your hips slowly as you lean into him, cupping his face in your soft hands as you gently bounce on his overstimulated cock that was still achingly hard for you. “Think you can give me one more, my sweet boy?”

A/N~ I need..I need a minute after this one. I’ve never been so soaked in my life istg😭 but btw if any one of my nonnies wants an emoji just put it after you send in an ask/request and that’ll be your emoji 4L😛. Besides all that tho, ima take my ass to bed, love you guys, stay safe, and mwah stay hydrated💕

Duces🫶🏽,

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Jock Juice

Ned was very anxious about moving into his dorm. Without knowing anyone at the university he had no choice but to go random and as luck would have it the only spots left were in the athletes housing. Ned had no interest in sports and found jocks completely obnoxious. Being a nerdy gay man Ned tried his best to steer clear but now his hands were tied. When Ned walked into his room he was met by a total jock. 

Jack was well over 6 feet tall with a square jaw, biceps that stretched the sleeves of his tee and pants that left little to the imagination. Ned was embarrassed when he felt his dick twinge but he quickly ignored it. “Hey bro you must be the roomie, sup.” Jack extended a fist which Ned awkwardly bumped.

Jack turned out to be not nearly as bad as Ned was anticipating. Actually he was pretty nice. He did come back really late from parties and his football gear was littered around the entire room but Ned enjoyed being able to watch Jack change from the corner of his eye. Ned was being driven crazy, staring at the bulging muscles and broad figure of his roommate.

One day as Jack pulled off his pants after a day of classes, he noticed Ned staring at his big bulge. “Hey dude it's ok to look, I’m actually gay too.”

Ned felt his face go red but his mind was reeling from the revelation. “Oh sorry-.” Jack interrupted, “Seriously dude it's fine honestly I’d be down to have some fun with you but you need to know something first.”

Ned couldn’t believe his ears, “You’d want to fuck me?”

“Yeah but dude the thing is I have a curse.”

Ned looked confused as Jack explained, “I used to be a nerd just like you but one day I fucked a jock and now I look like this.” Jack flexed one of his thick biceps.

“Now whenever someone comes in contact with my fluids they become a jock too, it doesn't matter what they looked like before, nerds, girls, old guys they all become jocks.”

Ned stared at his sexy roommate for a moment, he couldn’t be serious, this had to be some kind of prank but he didn’t care. Ned crossed the room and pulled Jack into a deep kiss. Ned laughed in his head for a minute before he felt a gentle fog fall on his brain. Jack pushed Ned off “Bruh I wasnt fucking with you, are you ok.”

“Bro--I mean Jack, I feel fine I think. Whatever, I'm going to bed.” Ned wanted to die. He thought Jack was a nice guy. Why would he pull such a mean prank, although he had no idea why he called Jack bro.

The next morning Ned woke up earlier than usual. He looked himself down in the mirror, he looked the same. Since he woke up early though Ned decided he might as well do something productive and went over to the campus gym.

Ned got to the gym and quickly remembered he had no idea what he was doing. That’s when Jack came up to him, “Hey bro, sorry about last night I guess you’re into the gym now, need some help?”

“Uh sure that’d be cool dud--Jack thanks.”

The two guys worked out together for the next couple hours, after Jack handed Ned a towel and as he did his sweaty hand brushed into his roommates. Ned hardly took note but did feel very tired from the workout.

Ned and Jack walked to the showers together. Ned started rubbing his body down with soap as he noticed some muscle he didn’t remember having. Nowhere near as much as Jack but his shoulders did seem broader, his chest protruded out just a bit, and his abs were showing. As he continued soaping his body he noticed his dick. It was throbbing hard and not only that it looked larger than he ever remembered it. Ned was hit with an overwhelming burning lust. He furiously started jacking off in the shower before cumming all over the tile floor.

Meanwhile Jack felt worried about Ned. He knew the kiss from the night before would result in some minor changes but as long as he was careful it didn’t have to go further unless he knew that’s what Ned wanted. Jack was torn though cute nerds like Ned were exactly his type and he wanted nothing more than to worship that thin nerdy body. 

Later that night Ned tried to study for his Calc exam but couldn’t remember anything. He was sure the questions must have been written wrong because nothing made sense. On top of that all he could think about was Jack’s body. He was losing his mind.

Ned stood up and faced Jack who was mindlessly scrolling on his phone. “Bro I need you inside me.” Jack met Ned’s start 

“You sure bro?”

Ned jumped on top of Jack quickly ripping off his pants revealing muscular thighs and an almost footlong dick. Jack yelped in surprise but couldn’t stop himself from letting Ned’s tongue slide down his shaft. Jack’s hips bucked as Ned got face fucked. Pre entered Nick’s mouth, causing his biceps to enlarge to 18 inches, his face sharpened into a chiseled look although Jack could hardly notice as Nick deepthroated his monster dick. 

Jack began moaning louder, gripping Nick’s enlarged muscular ass before cumming right down Nick’s throat. Nick swallowed load after load before rolling off to the side. Nick felt an even heavier fog descend on his brain. All he could think about was sports, working out and, bussy.

Nick got up and tried to put on his tee shirt which was now skin tight. “Dude that was fuckin sick!” Jack was still laying in bed disappointed. Jack stared at Nicks new thick cock and massive muscles uninterestedly. Jack was really only attracted to nerds.

Nick laughed “Bro I gotta find some other nerd to blow me.”

[moonlit-imagines]

Broken Curse

Peter Parker x reader

warnings:

a/n: idk this was supposed to be an entirely different fic when i started but now its very different

prompt:

Peter always held himself back. Everyone could see it. Everyone except him.

All those wasted opportunities because of those powers, but that’s all he thought he was good for now. He could have been so much more if he didn’t dedicate himself to Spider-Man. Right now he could be in college or working a job ehere he could make a real difference. But instead, he was living all on his lonesome in some run-down apartment, a ghost of his former self.

So now no one saw him. No one saw how much he held himself back because no one ever noticed him. In his new life, he kept to himself. No people to disappoint with his lost potential, no one noticed him anymore and maybe that was for the best.

You were in his thoughts, though. Mourned daily and nightly in regret of his mistakes. He sat there connecting all those things that went wrong. From becoming Spider-Man to an Avenger, trusting people he shouldn’t have, taking shortcuts and wasting precious time. He lost you and everyone he ever loved.

What hurt him most was seeing you from time to time, but as luck would have it, you’d managed to move into his building. A fate worse than death for Peter.

“Y/N?” He asked in the hallway without realizing. A stranger had just called to you.

“I…I’m sorry, do I know you?” You chuckled, which Peter knew was a nervous habit and you were a bit uncomfortable.

“N-No. Sorry.” He paused. “I was guessing. Not guessing your name, that’d be weird. The landlord told me about a new neighbor, I haven’t seen you yet so I was assuming that was you. Y/N, right?” Peter rambled out a reasonable lie to convince you he wasn’t a stalker. Maybe he was, he didn’t know if it counted when magic spells were involved.

“Oh. I guess that makes more sense.” You shrugged. “Yes, I’m y/n…and you are..?”

“Peter. Peter Parker.” He gave an awkward introduction. “Apartment 20.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Peter.” You told him. “I hate to cut this short, but I have to do some unpacking.” You began to walk away, but Peter was desperate to keep this going. He hadn’t spoken to you in months, and although you may not know who he is in this moment, he was the boy you fell in love with and he still loved you with all his heart.

“If, uh, you need some help moving anything, I’ll be here.” He timidly offered. You stopped in your tracks and took a moment to think.

“Actually, I could use some help with some furniture. The movers just left everything in my living room.” You explained and he smiled. “What?”

“You have a living room?” He laughed and you joined in, catching that his apartment was probably a bit smaller than your own. “I can definitely help you with all that, lead the way.” He was a bit disappointed you’d accept help from a stranger so easily, but he didn’t know that something felt familiar about him. You just felt he was trustworthy and genuine. That was it.

You’d initiated some small talk while moving the couch to the correct wall, the bed frame and mattress to the bedroom, and some shelves and tables wherever they might go, maneuvering around heaps of boxes labeled with all sorts of goofy writing. He liked the “BEDROOM BULLSHIT” box the most. But as he moved around your relatively nicer apartment, he noticed a stuffed animal that had fallen on the floor. A stuffed animal he had actually gotten for you several years ago. “Hey,” he picked the little bear up, “this was just laying on the floor. Cute.” Peter commented in some unsuspecting way.

“Oh, yeah, I can’t even remember where I got that thing. I’ve had it forever, can’t bring myself to get rid of it. It’s too cute to get rid of anyways, look at him.” You reached for the bear in his hand and when your hand connected with its soft fur, you felt an overwhelming sensation, this sickness inside as your head began spinning.

“Are you okay? Y/N?” Peter urgently asked, hesitant to make any startling movements. Your gaze jolted back to him and there was a much different look in your eyes than in the moments before. Softer.

“This can’t be real.” You mumbled. “It was you all along.”

“What?” He had no idea how to respond.

“Peter Benjamin Parker.” You spoke his full name. “I love you.”

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[chuunai]

i knowwww baby daddy jouno didn't win the poll buuutttttttt

baby daddy jouno ! who wasn’t surprised when you told him you were pregnant. his hearing allowed him to hear your heart beating and blood rushing. and of course he noticed how the tangy scent of blood—your period—hadn’t been around lately.

baby daddy jouno ! who insists on you resting and stepping back from your usual Hunting Dog duties. you’re growing his baby, not fighting some criminals. he’ll do that.

baby daddy jouno ! who brags about his unborn child to the criminals he captures. they’ll be rotting in prison while he rubs your swelling belly.

baby daddy jouno ! who especially brags about it to Tetcho. that’s another competition won. who would first father a kid. his swimmers were officially superior.

baby daddy jouno ! who finds all noises annoying and borderline overwhelming. yet every night without fail his ear is pressed against your tummy listening to the kicks and heartbeats of his baby.

baby daddy jouno ! who catches himself tracing your facial features with his fingers, wondering what your kid will inherit from you and him. your nose? his eyes?

baby daddy jouno ! who fiddles around with the ring hidden in the closet. you’re nearly six months along, and that’d be perfect to tie himself to you legally forever. his little family would be well protected and loved by him.

baby daddy jouno ! who pops the question when you’re cuddling together one night, slipping the ring onto your finger. it’s not just for the both of you but the baby too. you two may have not had a good stable childhood, but he’d see to it that they would. so just say yes. quell the slight fire of uncertainty in his heart. please.

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sorry I’ve been dead lately the Dazai fic is KILLING me

[idontplaytrack]

hiiii <3

Can you do one where Janis has been having a lot or trouble in school, and her friends have always kind of jokingly called her dumb or stupid because she makes bad or irrational decisions and she gets overwhelmed and at a big group sleepover freaks out and regina has to calm her down in front of everyone.

✧ Shut up, shut up

Janis ‘Imi’ike x Regina George

Warnings: coarse language, teasing/bullying, Janis gets angry, some crying, self-loathing, implied smut at the end

Janis has been trying to play nice. But her feelings have been hurt by those closest to her— over and over again. One night, she loses it in front of everyone, needing Regina to step in and defuse the situation.

“G, hey.” Janis walks up to Regina, backpack slung over one shoulder.

“Hey, you.” Regina’s flashes her a smile when she came up before her, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Janis barely reacted, causing her to ask if she was okay.

“My new homeroom teacher gave me detention for doing embroidery work in the classroom. It’s not like I wasn’t listening, y’know?”

“Ugh, I’m sorry, baby.” Regina puts an arm around her and they headed to their next class together.

“At least it’s only an hour. I’ll be right there at your place as soon as I get outta detention.”

“Mm, okay.” Regina hums, snaking an arm around her waist. “Want me to cook?”

Janis agrees with an eager nod, “That’d be nice.”

Entering the classroom with some time to spare, the couple sat down at their usual desks, Janis takes out her class materials before Regina followed suit. When their teach walked in, the students immediately quiet down. But still, the teacher standing in the front of the class seemed visibly unhappy. “Yes, ‘Imi’ike. I’m looking at you.”

Janis was startled, then confused. “Don’t look so confused, you’re not a freshman. You should know your clothing choice is against school code.”

“I…have been wearing the same kind of outfits all year. Why is it that it’s become a problem today?”

“It’s too short.” The teacher nearly seethed, “Say another word and I’m giving you an hour detention.”

Regina bites back a scoff, but the teacher saw it anyway. “What’s seems to be the problem, George?”

“Nothing, Mr. Moss.”

“‘Imi’ike, one hour. And cover up.”

Not wanting to escalate the situation and cause more trouble for herself, she stayed silent and dug through her backpack for her jacket, put it on and zipped it up.

Janis was starting to feel irritated again. Everything seemed to be going wrong already. And the day’s barely started. She was tense from the anger and frustration that was bubbling up within her— Regina could tell. That meant Janis would definitely need to let go of that emotion after school, some way somehow. Usually, Regina would help her out, cuddling, or much more. Other times, what Janis needed would be to scream, cry or both. Very rarely, Janis would immediately just punch something. Regina hated that last method the most because Janis would end up hurting herself, and that, hurt Regina.

When lunchtime rolled around, Janis got herself three hours of detention and a substitute teacher to hate her. Really, all Janis did was clarify the number of pages in the workbook they had to complete and the teacher immediately responded by yelling.

“Fuck, fuck. I hate today.” Janis mutters, sitting down at the usual bench with her friends. Regina was right next to her, “What happened?”

“What didn’t happen, G?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be so dramatic, Janis. I’m sure it’s not that bad.” Karen remarked. Janis sucks in a deep breath, keeping her gaze focused on her Converse. She shrugs off Regina’s hand on her back and was fiddling with her thumbs, painfully hard. “Stop.” Gretchen interjects before Karen could continue, “Don’t say anything else. That’s not nice, Karen.”

“But she always—” Aaron added on, “You don’t have the best temper, Janis.”

Now, Regina wanted to slap him. Janis quickly grabbed her bag and ran to the bathroom, feeling like a knife’s been repeatedly slicing through her heart hearing each passing word.

“Janis.” Regina tried to hold her back by the wrist but she easily got free and went on her way.

“Very good, guys. Y’all are such children.” Damian scoffs, Regina leaves the table to go check on Janis.

“Just leave me alone, Regina.” Janis spoke through gritted teeth, hands clutching the sink countertop.

“No, I will not.”

“You need to eat.” Janis says softly.

“Oh, and you don’t?” Regina replied.

“Fuck, why?” Janis slams her fist to the counter, Regina internally cringes, “Jay, let’s go back to lunch. Ignore them, okay?”

“Really? They always do this, make little comments about me, about how I have shitty temper, always being like ‘oh, it’s just Janis being Janis.‘. They don’t see how hard I’ve been trying to change for the better, and how sometimes, the things I get into trouble for aren’t my fault.”

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When the last bell rang, Janis snaps out of her trance. It felt like she blacked out after lunch and just got through the rest of her day— without any other punishments, fortunately. Regina waits for her right outside the classroom and they head to detention together. “Mom isn’t home for the week. You wanna come over after? I’ll wait for you to get out,”

“Sure.” Janis says, barely audible.

Janis didn’t say much of anything after that. Regina quickly bid her goodbye and went off to her car and waited. Well, she did drive off to the supermarket to get some ingredients to cook, and snacks. But the three hours went by fast enough. Janis got out of detention, obviously in a bad mood. She didn’t say anything and just rested her head on the window as she looked out of it. Regina doesn’t force her to talk, knowing what to do. Once they got to Regina’s room, Janis just yanked the jacket off and crashed into the bed to sleep. Regina didn’t want to stop her, because she clearly needed that. It was better than her punching a table and bruising her hand. She moves herself to lay right next to Janis, carefully wrapping an arm around her and planting a kiss to her shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t say sorry. None of what happened today was your fault.”

“Clearly it has to be, even our friends are saying it like I don’t know it.”

“Janis.” Regina sighs softly, “Listen to me. It’s not on you, that’s on them. They’re just unfair, angry…sometimes, immature. Some teachers just take their own frustrations out on students and it sucks. But, don’t apologise for things that aren’t your fault, Janis. Please.”

“I can’t help it.” Janis exhales shakily. “They still think I’m like— unbreakable. I’m not, okay? I’m not. I’m fucking weak.”

“You are not weak, Janis. No.” Regina held her tighter, kissing her again, “You are not weak, Janis. You are the strongest person I’ve ever known, and that’s coming from someone who got hit by a bus.”

Janis’ body relaxed gradually as she listens to Regina speak, and her eyes also fluttered shut. She doesn’t say anything though, not because she didn’t know what to say. But because she was afraid of crying even harder.

“Just sleep, it’s okay. I’m here. Everything’s going to be alright, I got you.”

They both woke up again around dinner time and headed straight for the kitchen to prepare dinner. “Pasta?”

“Okay.” Janis agrees, leaning against the counter. “The gang’s coming over, right? That’s tonight— the sleepover?”

“Yeah. Do you want me to cancel?”

“No, it’s fine.” Janis shrugs, “As long as they shut up about me.”

“I’ll make sure of it.” Regina grins, smooching Janis on the cheek then all over her face, making her giggle.

The both of them cooked together, enjoying each other’s company and chatting about anything and everything under the sun. “Holy shit, this smells amazing.”

“Oh, thank you~” Regina bites back a grin, grabbing a plate to start portioning the food for themselves and the gang that were arriving any minute. “Never made this before.”

“Eh, well, you’re a good cook, G.” Janis smiled cheekily, grabbing a strand of noodle from the pot to try it. Regina shrieks, “Janis, oh my God!”

“My hands are clean!” Janis laughs, throwing her hands up in mock defeat. Just as Regina was about to say something back, the doorbell rang. “I’ll go get the door.” Janis says, walking away to the foyer. “Okay, thanks, baby.”

They say hi to her and Janis. Cady, Gretchen and Damian gave her a hug. First thing they did? They gathered around the dining table to have dinner as a group. Janis quietly went over to the fridge to pour herself a drink but her hand slipped and she dropped her mug when she felt a sudden squeezing pain on one side of her head.

“Oh, shit.” Someone gasped. Aaron, it was Aaron.

“Are you okay?” Janis heard Regina and Gretchen.

“Why so distracted, you dummy?” Aaron asks, it was clearly a joke. He always called her these nicknames and she didn’t mind, having a self-deprecating sense of humour. But lately, she just wasn’t having it. She’s had enough of these unkind nicknames and teasing. Regina rushed to her side to see if she cut her hand, “Don’t touch it. I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m fine, go back to dinner.”

“Janis, are you just trying to use the fact that you got detention to smash things?” Damian asked with a laugh. The rest of the gang chuckles.

“Shut up.” Janis mutters, clearly in some distress. She wasn’t even looking Regina in the eye now. “Shut up.” Janis repeated, “All of you shut the fuck up. I don’t need anyone else calling me dumb, stupid, insinuating that I’m violent and cannot control my emotions. Shut up!”

Janis swallowed her tears painfully, sliding down into a squat while her back rested against the counter. “I’m sorry.” Janis said quietly to Regina. “It’s okay, it’s just a mug. As long as you’re not injured, I couldn’t care less about a measly piece of ceramic.”

“I’m such a fuck up, I ruin everything.”

“Ja— baby, you’re not a fuck up. Okay? These people need to learn to get the hint and stop. I’m sure they wouldn’t like it too if they were in your shoes. I’m proud of you for speaking up, okay? Never ever say that about yourself again, that’s the last thing you’ll ever be. You are not a fuck up, Janis.”

“I don’t get it— you guys could tell she wasn’t happy about those damn nicknames and you all still continued? And you just had to laugh at Damian’s stupid ‘joke’? How would you feel if that’s all you heard about yourself from your friends?”

“I’m sorry, Janis. I’ll stop using those names, it was wrong, and I thought it was okay because you never stopped me and in fact laughed along. That doesn’t make it right, I should’ve paid better attention.”

“I’ll never call you dramatic again.” Karen swore, “I promise.”

Janis appreciated and acknowledged their apologies but ultimately decided she needed to spend more time alone to calm down. So, she excused herself and finished up her dinner by the pool. “Hey.” Regina came out to check on her a little later after she put on a movie on the TV for the gang. “I got you your drink.”

Janis turned around, taking the cup from Regina. “Thanks.”

Regina sat down on the low pool chair, groaning slightly as she did so due to the lingering discomfort in her back. “Do you feel better?”

“I guess.” Janis sniffed, picking at the food on her plate. “I don’t know, I think I’m just feeling weird because my mom and dad have been fighting a lot again lately and I just feel so…not like myself. And I — I fucking hate it. I hate that every little thing’s been pissing me off.”

“Babe, please…you’re a human being. Of course you’d feel emotions. Scared, worried, annoyed, sad. Whatever it is, you’d better feel them instead of bottling it all up.”

Janis cracked a smile, eating another forkful of the pasta.

“There’s that smile.” Regina coos, “Don’t you dare lose that smile of yours.”

Janis blushes, poorly hiding it. “You’re so cute.” Regina chuckles to herself, watching Janis getting flustered. “Though I must say…that too you wore at school today? So damn hot.”

“Oh, yeah?” Janis guffaws, setting her finished plate down, “Which am I then? Cute? Or hot?”

“Nice try, you’re both.” Regina turned to face her properly, patting her knee, “Let’s uh…take this up to my room?”

“Tempted.” Janis laughs quietly, “But what do you think we should do about the gang then?”

“Who cares?! They have plenty of stuff to do. Most of the gang’s kissing each other anyway.”

“Well, thank you so very much for putting that image into my head.” Janis snorted, shuddering in disgust.

Regina sighs, pushing herself up off the pool chair then extending her arm for Janis to grab her hand, “Let’s go, pretty girl.”

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Enjoy this half-assed attempt. Took me all day but I’m still not entirely satisfied with how it turned out. Hope it’s still okay though🤡

[cupidsanne]

Only For You ✢ Mike Faist Imagine

Mike Faist x Female Insert! Reader

SYNOPSIS! ✦ The night of your wedding, mike has a meaningful surprise for you. <3

WARNINGS! ✦ No warnings, so sweet it may be corny, sfw!

NOTES! ✦ sorry this took so long to get done! I’ve been busy, and not proof read oops!!

Mike Faist Masterlist .

You stumbled into the suite with Mike hot on your tail. Your cheeks hurting from all the smiling and laughter that you had from earlier. The both of you high off of positive energy from the reception. Alcohol and cake buzzing in your system.

You flopped yourself onto the bed with a laugh, nothing was particularly funny, but you were filled with so much joy. Marrying your best friend, your family and his showing their love, amazing food, and your dream wedding, it couldn’t be anymore perfect. You would definitely count this as the best day of your life.

Mike flopped down alongside of you, basking in the comfort of the bed and of your presence. A smile spread wide on your face before he spoke.

“What’re you smiling for?” He asked, not aware a smile was creeping on his face as well. You leaned over a bit on top of him.

“I’m smiling about how comfortable this bed is— not the fact that I just got married and had the time of my life!” You retorted. “I can’t believe you’re asking me that right now.”

“I know, I know,” Mike chuckled. “I’m just teasing. We’re married now, you’d think you’d be used to this.”

“I’m used to it alright.” You smiled while giving him an eye roll.

“What we’re you thinking about as you were walking down the aisle? Be honest.” Mike changed the subject. He was staring up at you dreamily, but his tone was a bit more serious.

You rested your head on your hand while looking down towards him. You thought back to the hours previously from the wedding and trying to remember what was going through your mind. It took a second to think from the alcohol in your body, as well as the sight of Mike looking so handsome near you.

“I won’t lie, I was tearful a bit.” You answered.

“I noticed.” Mike added.

“Not out of sadness though, but I was definitely overwhelmed. I was really happy, and anxious, but mostly happy.”

His face fell into concern. “Why were you anxious?”

“I don’t know…” You expressed sheepishly. “Maybe that’d you say no? I think I was just fearing for the worst at any moment, cause anything could happen.”

“That’s understandable, but I wouldn’t have said no. Especially if I’m the one who proposed.” Mike insisted.

“It can happen…! Yet I’m glad it didn’t. It was just my mind trying to stress me out.” You assured him. “Plus, I wouldn’t have let you say no anyways. I would’ve chased you cause you’re my boo!” You smiled while playfully caressing his cheek. Mike grumbled and moved his face away from you.

“Don’t call me that! That nickname is corny.” He ordered. You ignored his complaints and kept teasing him.

“Sorry… boo!” You egged on before laughing at yourself. Mike found it funny how you could always find yourself so amusing from the simplest things.

Mike laughed a bit alongside you. “You play too much, and you think my teasing is bad.”

“This is why we’re a perfect match.” You grinned.

“I guess you’re right.” He expressed happily.

As he was talking you started glancing down more to his lips, no matter how dim the room was, the color of his lips still radiated a pink tone. Maybe it was the alcohol, but has his lips always looked so warm?

“Oh, I have a surprise for you.” Mike realized and began to lean up away from the bed. A slight feeling of disappointment washed upon you since you wanted to just lie there and look at him all day.

“Surprise?” You said curiously.

“Yup. Let me go get it.”

He swiftly got up from his spot and went to a different room. You rose up from your spot.

“You didn’t have to get me anything!” You called out. “You know I don’t like surprises.”

“I know, but you’ll like this one.” He answered from the hall. You shook your head with a smile and sat patiently. You weren’t going to put up a fight, how could you deny anything from him?

A few moments later, he walked back into the room with a beautiful crafted acoustic guitar. He sat on the ottoman across the bed. You gasped pleasantly.

“What is this?” You inquired with an amused smile.

“I know I sing on the occasion, but hardly ever do I sing for you.” Mike said bashfully while tuning the guitar. “So I decided to do a little something, last minute.”

You didn’t know if you wanted to smack his shoulder at the “sing on the occasion” remark, because Mike has been on broadway more than once or if you wanted to jump on him at the sweet thought. You couldn’t do anything but to beam brightly.

The guitar was gorgeous. It had a simple look, but it looked very pristine in his hands. It was cream colored, with the sides sleek in brown to compliment the look. You couldn’t look closely at the guitar, but the strings looked to have a gold tint.

“Mike…” You smiled. Even though he didn’t even start performing yet, you were already impressed and swooned with him. “You’re too sweet.”

“Only for you.” Mike replied. You knew he was just fibbing, he was sweet to anyone who passed him. You weren’t going to rebuttal his statement though. You could only reply with a smile, cheeks becoming sore from all the joy in your face. He didn’t need a verbal response though, and began to look down to the guitar, strumming the beginning chords.

[hyukalyptus]

guys remember when i freaked out about professor!yeonjun lmaooooooooo we back

cw. professor!yeonjun x adult!student!reader, pining, fluff!!! no smut. but still minors don’t talk to me or interact sorrryyy <3

professor!yeonjun who’s so hot but so dorky. teaches something rly mundane like…i dunno…chemistry or something lmao. he’s extended his office hours for you bc you’re particularly interested in the topic. and he just gets so excited talking about it. smiling at you while he pushes his glasses up >< and then yall suddenly find yourself in this tense eye contact. he clears his throat and “well, i think, uh…it’s getting late, we should probably go.” and you leave flustered, not even able to remember why you went to his office hours in the first place.

professor!yeonjun who noticed that you didn’t attend class the next day. you were too nervous. so he sends you a message (like he does with all his students!) asking if you’re okay. reminding you of his office hours the next day in case you needed to pick up some notes.

professor!yeonjun who’s eyes brighten when you knock on the door, standing to greet you, almost stumbling over something bc he’s so flustered. “hi!” “hi professor choi…sorry i missed class—“ and he just makes sure everything’s ok and you’re getting overwhelmed with the coursework. “nono- i’m okay. i, uh, it was just a headache.” “i’m glad you’re feeling better.” and it’s that intense eye contact again. “…you’re probably here for notes, hm?” “oh! yeah yeah. that’d be great.”

professor!yeonjun whose ears turn red. every. time. you make eye contact with him. and you definitely pick up on it. but having a crush on a professor is silly, no? he’s never been creepy or pushy in any way. you can just tell he has a lil teeny crush on you too. so you start getting a little brave. leaving smiley faces next to your name at the top of your scantrons. it takes him a while, but he eventually reciprocates. drawing a smiley face next to your score with his red pen.

professor!yeonjun who’s bummed during finals. will he ever see you again? he’s gonna miss you popping into his office to ask questions so you can watch him rant about his favorite topic. he’s gonna miss your lil giggles at his dumb jokes in class. no one else laughs at them. but when you go to turn in your final scantron, he’s so happy to see a post it stuck to it, looking up at you with bright eyes. but oh no, there’s another student. he better hide it real quick even though he hasn’t had the chance to read it yet. and you scurry off quickly, smirking to yourself.

professor!yeonjun who’s grading them back in his office, already forgotten about the post it. so when he sees it again, his heart races. since youre not my professor anymore :) 555-345-6789. and he’s so so flustered. but doesn’t rush into it. waits until grades are posted. you’ve almost lost hope. but then one day-

hi! this is yeonjun (professor choi lol). was wondering if you wanted to get coffee or something?

and he hits send, throws his phone, and runs away ehehehe.

[mara-and-its-the-same]

just something short and semi-sweet for my dearest darling, my first ever tumblr bestie, light of my dash, @loving-and-dreaming

“Fuck,” you did not want Steve picking you up again. He just spent the last week and a half reorganizing his schedule, trading off with other people, cashing in on favors from Robin, to be able to get you from school every afternoon. Once you got your car back you thought that’d be the end of that, you could go back to being the cool, competent, independent, put-together girlfriend who’s got everything under control. 

The confidence faltered just a bit this morning when you were both leaving around the same time and it took you two tries to start your car after getting it back the night before. “You want me to drop you off again? I still have a while before I actually have to go in.” Steve had asked you. “No, I’ll be fine. Thank you though.” You smiled and waved goodbye through your rolled down window before backing out of the driveway. 

This was not fine. Fuck!

You resigned yourself to going back into the office and calling Steve from the secretary’s phone. Of course his first words were “I’ll be right there.”

And his first when he actually showed up were “So sweet of you that I was your first call and not AAA.” as he opened the driver side door to let you out. 

“Ha ha ha.” You grabbed your bag from the passenger's seat and held it for about 3 seconds before he took that from you too. With a kiss to your head and a slip of his hand into yours he led you to his car. 

“I can call Eddie to come look at it later tonight if you want?” 

“You don’t have to. I can call the mechanic tomorrow once they open.”

“Yeah, you could, but Eddie would–”

“Steve.” Your voice cut him off in a way that was much sharper than you meant it to be. “I’m sorry,” you shook your head at yourself and tried to wave it off as if your hand itself could filter through whatever it was that had come to fill the air. 

“It’s alright,” he made a move to hold that hand in a way that was more of an offer than a demand in any case. You took him up on it.

“I just want to lay down.”

“I can drive faster.”

“I don’t want it that urgently.”

“Medium fast.”

“I can take that.”

“Anything you specifically want for dinner?”

“Sleep.”

“I’ll think of something for us then.”

“I can take care of it.”

“Claudia gave me a new recipe she wants me to try, it looks good.” He thinks that’s enough to convince you, you think that’s cute. But it isn’t. He’s doing too much for you. You’re taking advantage, even though he tells you that’s not true, and if you ever got the courage to say any of this outloud he’d tell you that you’re crazy and give you a list of all the things you do for him and another of all the things he still has yet to do for you. 

“What is it?”

He describes it until you get to your house, the one you share, the one that’s cute and cozy and the one your family refuses to call a house and instead refers to as an “apartment.” 

You don’t let him take your bag from you, though you do let him get your door. You get to the front door first, trying and trying to get the key into the slot and yet it keeps missing. Why the fuck does it keep missing?

“Here, let me. I got it, baby.” Steve tries to gently move your hands out of the way to get the keys in himself. Oh how gentle he is. How kind and loving and caring and in your way. 

You drop your keys, as well as the whole lanyard they’re attached to, and all of a sudden there’s a lump in your throat and tears in your eyes and you don’t want to make Steve be the one to comfort you. Now that it seems it’s really all he’s been doing. But it’s Steve, and how could you not throw yourself into him the second you feel even the slightest bit overwhelmed.

Eyes closed for 3 seconds at most and you find yourself sitting on the steps up to your front door, Steve’s arms wrapped around you as you’re wracked by sobs. “Shhhhh, shhh, you’re safe, you’re safe. I’m right here, I’m right here, baby.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

“Woah, woah, what do you think you’re sorry for?” He takes your face in his hands now, making you look him in the eyes while he asks you. He does this constantly, making sure you know what you claim to be sorry for then squashing it like he’s actually more annoyed with you thinking you had to apologize. 

Sorry for looking like this while you look so perfect, sorry for making you hold me while I cry on the steps, sorry for making you pick me up all these days, sorry, sorry, sorry for not doing enough this last week but so much has been going on and I don’t know if I can handle all of it. 

“I don’t know.” Saying that just makes you cry more.

By now you’re half in his lap and definitely soaking his shirt, but he keeps rocking you side to side, holding, stroking, shushing, soothing. 

“Then you don’t have to apologize. But you can tell me when you think of something.” He squeezes you again. 

“There’s so much happening lately.” By lately you mean an inexplicable amount of time. “And you do so much for me that I don’t know what else is left that I can do for you. But I'm tired, I’m so tired of all of it.”

“I know, I know. I’m gonna keep doing everything I can for you though, you know that?”

“I don’t want you to.”

“I have to, it’s in the contract.”

“What contract?” 

“The contract of us.”

“I didn’t sign anything.”

“Welllllll, that’s not important. I’m going to take care of you, making everything I can easier for you because you’re the one who has it the hardest right now. But when it's my turn you can take care of me.”

“It’s not supposed to be my turn right now. I’m supposed to be the one with everything all together and taken care of, but it’s not. Nothing is.”

“But it’s not falling apart, is it?”

“What?”

“It’s just a little out of order, but you’re not falling apart either.”

“I don’t want to be out of order,” you didn’t mean to sound so whiny, but he can’t blame you either. 

“It’s ok that you are. And knowing that you are is even better because it’s good to know you need to take a break from fixing everything else.” He held you tighter in silence for another moment. “Take tomorrow off with me.”

“Steve, I can’t–”

“You’re not feeling well, your car is still in the parking lot, there’s plenty of reasons that you should call out tomorrow.”

“But we’re starting the magic E tomorrow,” you have a puppet show planned with vowels and consonants and the magic of an “e” at the end of a word making the vowel one consonant before it sound like the letter. 

“It's a Friday, have the sub put on a movie and do some crafts.” He takes a deep breath like he has something to say, “Or at least for now just come lay down with me for a little bit.”

“I can lay down.”

“Come on then,” he takes you by the hand to help you up and grabs your keys as he does.

[starmoon-constellation]

How do you keep track of 1,300 ALTERS?? THATS JUST STRAIGHT UP IMMPRESIVE SHSGGD

Sorry if this sounds rude, I know high headcounts exist but as a system with only 4+ alters it still blows my mind whenever there’s more then like 100 SGHSSGH😭

I MEAN WELL BY THIS I SWEAR!!

To be honest, we just log on PluralKit and then sync to Simply Plural. As we learn about alters, we fill out their file on SP, and just leave it at that.

We don’t track front, that’d be way too difficult, but we are somewhat aware of who is fronting about 60% of the time.

A lot of our alters are just Wisps (fragments), and though some are Shades (shaded headmate), and very, very few are considered Souls (fully developed alters).

It's really weird having 1.4k (yeah, we split a lot again) alters, because there's a whole ass community built in the innerworld and, there's, like no way for us in front to interact with it, even though a lot of us are a part of that community that's been built inside. We literally have stores, a currency system, lawyers, jury members, and judges + laws. We have structured hierarchy(s). It's so cool and so overwhelming at the same time lol.

( Rae Lockwood - they/he/she )

[thewulf]

Bit Sharky || Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Request - Can I request where Jake takes you swimming with sharks, maybe reader has always been afraid of sharks but he helps you conquer your fear 🦈

A/N: Got carried away with this one! Really enjoyed writing this pure fluff, enjoy!! :) Reader and Jake are not in a relationship in the beginning. Thank you for the request @emma8895eb

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Y/N

Word Count: 4.5k +

It was a gorgeous sunny day in southern California. The sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, the ocean was full of elated people. You on the other hand were an absolute nervous wreck as you looked at the ocean pool secluded to the side full of sharks. Peering over the side your heart began beating far too fast when you saw the swimming sharks just below you. How did Jake convince you to do this? How did he convince you to do anything? Your big fat, obvious, crush on the guy might’ve had something to do with it.

It was supposed to be a group of pilots going but suspiciously, one by one, everybody started to bail. Bradley had an emergency he needed to attend to. Nat’s mom surprised her with concert tickets. Bob’s brother was supposed to be coming into town. You had a feeling Nat had them bail so it was just you and Jake. She’d been trying to get the two of you together for the last month but kept missing the mark.

You didn’t want to commit to somebody who didn’t want to make a commitment back to you. He didn’t think you had any feelings for him. The classic case of two really good friends being dumb as hell. Nat was trying, she really was. This was her boldest move yet though. Just you and Jake, swimming with sharks. The one thing you thought you’d never, ever, do in life. They scared the absolute Jesus right out of you.

You were so focused on the sharks below you; you hadn’t heard the human behind you. Standing there with a big shitty grin knowing he was going to mess with you. He had to. It was too easy.

He tapped your back lightly knowing the slightest touch would throw you off balance with how far you were leaning over to look, “Don’t fall in now.” He snickered letting you lose your balance before grabbing you. He liked to tease not be completely mean.

You on the other hand froze. It felt like time stood still as you tried to find your footing where there was none. Why were you leaning over the pool so aggressively anyway? You weren’t athletic enough to figure this one out, so you’d simply accepted your fate of falling into the shark infested waters. It was all a blur up until you felt yourself being pulled back to a steady surface.

Then you felt his arm wrap around your waist bringing you to him. Talk about overwhelming. One second you thought you might be shark food and the next you were in Jake’s chest. Damn. If you weren’t so spooked

“Jake you fucking asshole!” You jumped back pushing yourself away from him. For a moment there you felt like a goner. Like maybe you’d really get eaten by fucking sharks today. You placed a hand over your heart trying to get it to calm the hell down.

He must’ve seen the fear in your eyes because the normal teasing that’d usually come next with him never did come. Instead, he walked over to you with an almost concerned gaze littering his normally cocky features, “Hey,” He grabbed your hand trying to get your attention, “You okay? I didn’t mean to freak you out.”

With your hand still over your heart you nodded, “Yeah. Sorry.” You looked away quickly embarrassed for the overreaction. What could you say? You were scared shitless. Sharks terrified you. That was even almost too mortifying to admit to him too. This was a mistake. A big mistake. You kept looking down just feeling your heart beating rapidly in your chest.

Jakes waving hand in front of your face snapped you out of it, “Y/N, you there?”

Snapping your head up to him you bit you lip, “Sorry, yeah.”

He shook his head, “You don’t have to apologize.” He paused, looking at you with both concern and confusion, “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked again.

“Yeah. I just…” You stopped unsure of how to

He leaned forward urging you on, “You just?” His eyes looked straight at yours. You gulped knowing you weren’t getting away with this one.

Out with it then, “Sharks really scare me.”

You knew he wanted to smile. He really wanted to smile. But the nervousness that still crossed you made him stop. Instead, he reached for your hand grabbing it with gentleness. Slowly, he rubbed his thumb along your finger, “I’m surprised you agreed to come.” He let out the laugh now.

“You all but made me Jake! Threatened me and all.” You mumbled scrunching your nose up in fake irritation. You loved this. All of it. The attention, the touch, the closeness. You’d have to thank Nat for this later.

He finally let the laugh out that threatened to spill over so many times before, “Alright fine, but you could’ve said no.”

You shrugged, “It was supposed to be an entire group. It was going to be a lot easier to hide. I was planning on using Nat as a body shield” Your cheeks turned a little pink admitting it. He stepped a bit closer feeling the desire to be close to you. It was nothing new. Jake adored you. You never put up with his shit, always one upping him. You’re a challenge Jake had yet to figure out. He wasn’t sure if he ever was going to. You were a rarity. A gem. Diamond in the rough.

He smiled though, hearing you admit that. For somebody usually so sure of yourself come undone at the sight of sharks was oddly cute. It made you human. You weren’t completely fearless like you seemed to be. It gave him a touch more confidence with you. He needed it when it came to you. You had a way to make him question himself. Make him want to do better, be better. You pushed him further than anybody had before, and you weren’t even trying. What happened if you tried? Jake was half the man he thought he was when you were around. You brought the absolute best in him. The truest of him. He was his favorite person you were around. And thanks to his dumbass friends who surely did this on purpose he got to spend the afternoon with you. A new version of you.

Nat too nagged Jake about you. She was determined as determined could be. She tried everything in the book to get Jake to ask you out but failed time and time again. This was her last-ditch effort to get the two of you idiots to see what the hell she and everybody else saw day in and day out. That and she was exhausted. It was tiring to watch really.

Jake might as well give in right? If Nat went to all the trouble she was sure of it. That was the final push he needed to pursue you, “Would you believe me if I said I’m glad they bailed?” He quirked an eyebrow up knowing he’d catch you off guard with that one. Jake had known of you for years but had only known you for the last month. But he was sure, he was smitten with you. And within those four weeks he hadn’t once dared flirt with you. So, this, this was something you weren’t expecting. Not in the slightest.

He caught the slight catch of your breath in your throat as your eyes widened in surprise. Jake would be lying if he didn’t admit it made him a tad weak at the knees seeing you so vulnerable like that in front of him. Something changed in your gaze as you looked him over for what felt like the first time. He was so handsome. So, so devastatingly handsome. He was tanned, golden bronze that contrasted with yours so brilliantly. His unfathomable, emerald, green eyes contrasted with his complexion. His eyes were so deep and beyond expressive, you could get lost if you dared to stare long enough, you’d wanted to. His face had that faraway dreamy look in it, like he was just discovering you for the first time. His smile, which reached all the way up to those eyes and wrinkled them right on up, suddenly flaunted the modesty and humility he rarely showed. It was the first time you’d really seen the man. The moment you knew your fate was sealed. You’d loved him.

You nodded, “I believe you.” Blinking away the sudden lust that washed over you, you looked down at your hand that was laced within his.

He smiled seeing you shake away the lovestruck look you’d given him. Maybe Nat wasn’t joking around. Maybe you did have feelings. He just had to bring them out. Surely, he could do that.

“Good, now come on. Let’s go snorkeling with some very harmless sharks.” He tugged at your hand, but you stood your ground. Far too afraid to even set foot in that salt-water pool.

“I think I’m good actually.” You smiled sweetly at the man who wanted so desperately to spend more time with you.

You gulped as he shook his head, “No way darlin’.” That was the first time he’d ever called you anything other than by your name. You’d be a damn liar if you said your body didn’t react to that. A shiver ripped down your spine. That same blush from earlier coated your cheeks. If it wasn’t obvious you liked him before it was surely obvious now, “You don’t get to back out now. You made it all the way here. I’ll be with you the whole time.” He tried making you feel a bit better however he could.

“That doesn’t reassure me Jake.” You smiled brightly letting him know you were just playing. You’d trusted Jake with your life. He’d never put you in a situation beyond your control. He cared far too much to make you uncomfortable. He’d shown that time and time again.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” He took a step forward wanting to be a little bit closer to you.

Your words failed you. Where in the hell was this side of Jake coming from? You’d never seen it from him before directed at you. You’d dreamed of it but now that it was smacking you right in the face it didn’t seem real.

“What?” Your mouth gaped open in disbelief. Why couldn’t you just play along with him? Why did you have to be so weak when it came to his advances?

He shrugged, “You heard me honey. Now, sharks?”

“Honey?” You were baffled. Was he doing it just to mess with you?

He grinned seeing the utter confusion on your face, “Sharks?” He countered your question with his own.

“What is going on?” You asked looking up at him earnestly begging for him to help ease your mind.

He shrugged again trying to play it off nonchalantly, “You ask a lot of questions.”

“You’re confusing the hell out of me Jake!” You didn’t raise your voice, but it was overly excited. You were overwhelmed. The sharks on top of this new incessant flirting he’d suddenly thrown at you was too much. You were able to fly jets all day but couldn’t handle this, the irony of life.

He knew just how to work you up, “You’re cute with that blush on your cheeks.”

“Oh my god.” You grumbled looking away. Another flush coated your cheeks at that comment from him.

He held his hands out once more stifling the laugh, “Sharks now, we can talk while we’re swimming.”

Begrudgingly you put your hand in his. He’d managed to embarrass you like twelve times in five minutes. This man was a menace to you. Knew how to get you worked up in all the right ways. He knew when to push your buttons and when to pull back. He had gotten to know you through and through. He’d explored different parts of your mind. Loving every single conversation, he got with you. Fell deeper and deeper for you each time he unlocked a new pathway, “Fine. But I’m using you as a shield.”

He grinned pulling you right along with him, “I was hoping you’d say that.” Giving your hand a squeeze for reassurance.

“Jake.” Your eyes look up to his. He laced his fingers in between yours as you walked over to the stand, “What are you doing?” You had to ask again knowing he wouldn’t budge, but you didn’t care. He was killing you.

He looked over at you with a cockier than ever grin on his face, “Talking to ya, what else would I be doing?” He feigned innocence.

You gave him a tight-lipped smile, cheeks hurting from how bad you were smiling, “You’re so annoying Jake.”

He pulled your hand, so you ran into his side, “But you love it. Don’t you?” He questioned keeping your arm close to his side. Even as you neared the stand with the equipment he kept you close.

“My lips are sealed.” You smiled in utter glee. Things had gone from painfully awkward to oh so natural in a matter of moments. He pinched your side in response. He grabbed your snorkeling gear fitting you up before slipping off his shirt. You tried your best not to stare but damn. How could you not? The man was fine as hell. You’d rarely seen him shirtless much less this damn close. You’d been caught when you heard him clear his throat.

You looked up cheeks aflame, “Like what you see?” He quipped wiggling his eyebrows right at you.

“Shut up, Jake.” You managed to look away. You’d turned away so you hadn’t seen Jake’s eyes trained right on you as you slipped off your cover up. You’d never felt terribly comfortable in bathing suits and now here you were baring it all for him. When you turned back he was staring right at you. Had you been that obvious just moments prior?

“Like what you see?” You had to give it right back to him, had to. With what little confidence you had left.

He nodded, his gaze broken once you spoke, “Oh darlin’,” His eyes snapped up to yours with desire dancing straight through them, “I love what I see.”

Jesus Christ. Where did this version of Jake come from? He was driving you absolutely wild with the flirtier than ever comments. And how in the hell had he done it so damn smoothly?

“You know,” His voice broke you from your thoughts, “You’re awfully cute when you blush like that.” He winked taking a step into the pool offering his hand out to you. You hesitated seeing a few sharks swim close to his leg already.

“Come on, then we can talk.” He used his fingers to summon you towards him. wondered what would prevail, curiosity and closeness to Jake or your fear of sharks. For yours and his sake you hoped it’d be the first. When you took his hand he gently pulled your feet into the pool. Giving you enough space to back out if you needed to.

“Okay I made it.” You squeezed his hand with a lot more force than he was expecting. You were scared. Scared terribly and he needed to protect you. He had to thank Nat later, he’d been waiting on an opportunity like this.

“That you did.” He gave your hand a gentle squeeze back trying to soothe some of your anxiety, “Do you trust me Y/N?” He asked you with nothing but a slight smile on his face. His concern for your comfort trumped the flintiness he so desperately wanted to throw at you.

You nodded quickly, “I do. But I swear if you toss me into the pool that will be the end of you.” Glaring at him he only shook his head laughing at your comment.

“No, no. I’m just going to hold you.” He corrected your anxieties stating that like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Your eyebrows shot straight to your forehead, “What?”

He loved watching you react to his words. Even he knew how jarring it must’ve been for you coming out of nowhere, but he had no plant to stop, “Just until you get used to the sharks is all.” He shrugged his shoulders taking a few more strides in. Your hand was stretching but he wasn’t pulling. He was guiding you but not forcing anything. He knew you needed the time. The worst thing he could do was force you to do something you didn’t want to. You needed a helping hand not one that hurt you.

“Is this just a ploy to get your hands on me?” You teased trying your best to not be the most awkward person in the world.

The cheeky little smile that crossed his lips sent you a message of his intentions, “Maybe darlin’. Maybe it is.”

You took a step shaking your head. Your eyes rose in fear seeing a few fish and some smaller sharks swimming right by him. He was waist deep in the water now gently pulling you along, “Hey, it’s okay. If you want to get out, we can.” He gave your hand a squeeze seeing the fear in your eyes.

“No,” You shook your head taking a hesitant step down, “I want to talk.” You were too damn stubborn to give up now. Not when Jake had all but promised to hold you close.

His tongue brushed over his teeth as he watched you take another step down, “Atta girl.” He winked knowing exactly what he was doing to you now. He knew exactly how his words made that cute little blush rise to your cheeks.

“Don’t do that.” You said quickly. Rosy red cheeks now seeming to permanently dawn your cheeks.

“Do what?” He played dumb once more driving you absolutely wild. How in the course of a few hours had he managed to completely flip the script on you?

Another step and you were finally level with him, “Say those things. If you don’t mean it.” You added quickly. Because you didn’t want him to stop. You really didn’t. But if he didn’t mean it you needed him to stop for your own sanity. You couldn’t take a flirty Jake with no intentions.

He wrapped his arms around you’re your abdomen pressing his chest to your back. Oh, so thankful for the water hiding the goosebumps that rushed down your body from the contact. He moved slowly to give you time to back out of the embrace. You didn’t though. You shamelessly wanted to feel his touch. As intimate as intimate could get. You were positive if he could feel your heart racing he could certainly feel it. Jake rested his hands on your hips, you didn’t know if your poor brain could comprehend much more. Not at the rate that he was dishing it out at you.

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Who says I don’t mean it darlin’?”

Feeling like your chest might explode from how fast your heart was racing you took a long slow breath trying to regain your jumbled mess of a brain, “Are we going to talk about it?” You asked looking forward, not daring to turn your face towards the eyes that were burning a whole in the side on your head.

“Sure.” He said gently holding onto you as he waded out a bit deeper with you in his arms, just like he’d promised.

You closed your eyes knowing you needed to ask the question, but he beat you to the punch, “Nat may have told me some things.” He paused unsure of how much he wanted to admit. When you only waited on him to continue he knew he should just tell you the truth, “A few weeks ago. Didn’t really believe it until this this afternoon.”

You laughed knowing she was going to eat this up the second you got back to the shared apartment between the two of you. She’d been putting in hours trying to get this to happen and here you were. In his arms in a pool full of sharks you’d nearly forgotten about because of him. Who would’ve thought? Not you, not you in the slightest this morning.

Thankful your head was turned forward, “What changed your mind?” You were curious, so damn curious where this side of him was coming from.

“That cute blush.” He whispered again. The smile that grew from his face was purely a reaction to your own. He felt the shiver that you tried to hide, “Can I tell you something?”

You nodded desperate for him to talk. Your silly little brain needed him to speak as it wouldn’t allow you to, “Nat’s been talking to me about you for almost three weeks.”

Turning your head up to look at him you couldn’t believe what you were hearing, “She has?” This woman was certainly on a mission.

He hummed in acknowledgement, “The second week we were here she said I was giving you ‘the look’ and hasn’t stopped since then.”

“Were you?” You asked far too curiously.

He nodded his head while your head was turned up to him, “That was the day you shot be down back-to-back. I don’t think anybody has done that before.” He admitted. He might not have toted himself as a relationship kind of guy, but he was for the right person. He absolutely was for you. Everything he wanted and so much more he was desperate. Desperate for your love.

You giggled seeing a small blush actually cross his cheeks, “Aww, little old me?”

He gave your hip a gentle squeeze as he stepped forward further. You were now completely in his embrace, too short to touch the bottom so he took the opportunity to hold you completely, “Kicked my ass. Got my attention sweetheart. You’ve had it since that day. Only continue to surprise me day in and day out.”

Your speedy heart kicked it up a notch at his words, “You mean that?”

“I mean every single word.”

With the last drop of confidence, you had you turned around in his arm, so you were chest to chest. Taking him off his game he sucked in a breath curious to see what you were doing, “I told Nat I liked you that day.”

“You like me?” He asked so unsure of himself. The most unsure you’d ever seen him.

You bit your cheek knowing it was time to just let it all out, “I do.”

The smile that came to him was one you knew you’d always want to see. One of pure elation and complete joy, “You just made my day pretty lady.” He pulled you completely into him, chest to chest.

He could surely feel your heart racing, “Yeah?”

“Mhmm.” He was looking right at your lips. The sharks had long since been forgotten about. It was just you and him in your own little world in the middle of the salt-water pool, “I like you too. A whole lot.”

Your gaze flicked from his eyes to his lips and then back up again, “What are we going to do about that?” You asked.

“We’re going to kiss, if that’s alright with you.” His eyes were locked in on yours making sure you were completely okay with what he was about to do.

You nodded desperately up at him, “Yes, please. It’s more than alright.” Your voice sounded needy. You desired him more than anything in the world.

“Atta girl.” He pulled you up so your head was level with his. You snaked your legs around his waist not really giving a damn how desperate you seemed. He kept hitting you with these one liners that made you question your sanity.

With his hands free he placed one behind your head gingerly and one across your back. He too was desperate to touch, feel, smell, taste all of you. He knew exactly what he wanted and what he wanted was clinging right onto him in the same dire state he was in.

Gently he pulled you into him. He kissed you so lightly at first you weren’t sure why he was holding back. You ran your hands through his finely styled hair that you were sure to destroy. You pressed yourself further into this kiss waking him up.

An urgent groan escaped him as the once light touch turned far more aggressive. Jake kissed you with more passion and desperation than you’d ever felt before in your life. Your eyes shut as you let yourself feel all of the moment. He ran his tongue around your lips asking for permission which you immediately granted. You felt him pull you closer, impossibly close. His hand on your head snaking through your own hair.

If it wasn’t for the air you had to breathe you would’ve stayed like that all day. But you didn’t get a good enough breath before he leaned in. A small pout crossed his face once you pulled away gasping lightly for the air you tried so long to hold out on.

You shook your head once the slight dizziness from the lack of oxygen subsided, “Jake, that was…”

“Incredible?” He cocked his head to the side studying your face with a look that told you exactly what you wanted, he adored you.

“More than.” You giggled giving him a quick peck knowing that’d take him by surprise.

He ran his hands down your back loving the way your body reacted to his touch. Goosebumps erupted from the spots he touched, “It’s a good thing I plan on doing that again. Many times. Many, many more times.” He clarified.

Your own smile was beginning to hurt from how long you’d seem to have been holding it, “I like that plan. I like it a lot.”

With a look of love adorning his handsome face he brushed a thumb along your lip, “I’m glad we’re on the same page darlin’.  Now, we’ve got plenty of time for that later. Want to go swimming?”

You squeezed your legs around his torso tightly letting him know exactly what you thought of that suggestion, “It’s… a bit sharky in here.”

He ran a gentle hand along your leg trying to calm your nerves, “It’s okay. They’re harmless. I’ll be with you the whole time.”

Your expression turned serious, “You’re lucky I like you. I wouldn’t do this for anybody else.” Reluctantly, you let your legs go from around his waist. Jake put your goggles on for you getting you ready to snorkel.

“I sure as hell am very lucky you like me beautiful.” He agreed with you as he put his own goggles on.

He knew all the right words to make you blush like a cherry red tomato, “You never stop, do you?”

He shook his head, “With you? Never my dear. I plan to never stop.”

With one last blush and grin you decided it was finally time to swim with the damn sharks. Jake took a second to admire you as you swam off. Admiring the way you conquered your fears so effortlessly. When you turned around to wave him on he knew he was all but done for. You had him wrapped right around your pinky finger.

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May I plz request 📖🤹🥰🌶️ plz and thank uuu

Borrowed Time - Abner Krill/Reader

Warnings: Female reader, dinner date, casual flirting, bit of domestic fluff, making out, fully clothed grinding, bit of angst.

Wordcount: 2276

Summary: Romantic dinner? Check. Sexy outfit? Check. His hands bravely holding you close as your back rested against his chest? Double Check. If only anniversaries came more than once a year...

Notes: I'm getting so much Abner love today this is the best QwQ Tried to avoid the angst but the situation called for it OTL It's not as prominent as my last one for him, but it's still there despite the hopeful ending <:) Thank you so much for the request, I hope you like it 💗💗💗

Your phone beeped out the reminder that you had to leave very soon or you’d be late, and you silenced it with a grin seeing as you were already there. You were all dressed up for the occasion, your outfit carefully picked and switched out multiple times before finally settling on what you were wearing now, and you couldn’t help but hope he’d like it when he saw it, although you already knew deep down that he would. He liked everything you wore because it was you, and that thought made you smile as you knocked on the door and waited for it to be unlocked. You only had to wait a second, deadbolt sliding free and allowing you entrance as the door swung open to reveal the man you’d come to see.

‘Hello, Y/N,’ he stuttered as he looked away, cheeks flushing when he saw how much skin your outfit showed off just for him.

‘Hey, Abner,’ you said with a kiss, standing up on your tiptoes in order to reach his face; he blushed harder and tried not to lean away, still getting used to receiving affection from you. You didn’t mind, his smile giving away that he appreciated the greeting, it would all come in due time. ‘It smells nice in here, is everything already made?’

‘Yeah, sorry, I had a bit of help earlier…’ He stepped aside so you could enter the small room, the many smells of dinner hitting you as you approached the table all decked out with different dishes for you to choose from. It all smelled delicious but you were more concerned with keeping it together, the simple pleasure of getting to sit down and eat a meal with him finally made real after all this time. ‘Is it too much?’

‘It’s perfect, thank you,’ you reassured him, your lips pressing tightly together as you felt an overwhelming happiness threaten to smudge your makeup. As you internally fought your battle, you saw him look at you before walking around and standing behind you, his hands, briefly giving away that he was still so unsure of himself after all your visits, resting on your shoulders as he kept a reasonable distance between the two of you. You smiled with a sigh, the battle won for now as you took his hands in your own and pulled them down and across your chest, Abner taking a couple steps out of necessity until you got what you wanted, his body now pressed up against yours. ‘It’s been a year and you’re still afraid to touch me?’

‘Not afraid,’ he mumbled into your hair, a shiver going up your spine as you heard him breathe in the scent of your perfume approvingly, ‘just don’t know where to touch first.’

It was positively bold of him, his touch so gentle even as you felt his lips brush against the shell of your ear, all the times you were together before, the many moments of you encouraging him, pushing him to be the one to take the first step, finally adding up as his hand hovered over your ribs.

‘Abner, the food…’ you began, heart racing as you looked at the clock; you only had so much time, and you didn’t want to choose between two wonderful options but it’d be a waste to forgo what he’d made for you now. He nodded reluctantly, cheek brushing against your temple before letting go, your appetite waning a little as he pulled out your chair for you. You sat down to his left, the table just big enough to hold everything that’d been prepared, none of it particularly extravagant but all of it brimming with how much he cared for you, that much was abundantly clear. ‘What do you suggest I start with?’ you asked as you placed your elbows on the table in front of your empty plate, your chin supported by your hands as he looked everything over.

‘Uh, well… this one was my favourite, back when I was a kid,’ he told you as he stood back up to reach for it, a big casserole dish of something absolutely covered end to end with cheese making your mouth water. He set it down and scooped you a decent amount, only giving you a bit more as you gave him a cheeky grin. He didn’t take as much for himself at first, his mannerisms telling you that he wanted to make sure you got enough even though you could’ve easily split the rest with an entire family, but as soon as he took his first bite his eyes shined with nostalgia.

He started eating vigorously, the sight encouraging you to join in before anything else could be added to your selection, the dish actually just diced potatoes and mushroom soup mixed together and baked; it was a simple recipe, cheap and very easy to make, it’d probably taken more time to go through the motions of dicing the potatoes than anything, but it was delicious and made you feel warm inside, melted cheese invading every bite and sealing it all together. As you ate, he grabbed a bit more for himself, his usual dinner not holding a candle to this you didn’t doubt as he got his fill, a youthful energy to him before he caught you staring.

‘You don’t like it?’ he asked nervously, suddenly self-conscious of his cooking skills and of himself for eating so fast, and you gave him a loving smile as your hand found his.

‘It’s amazing, I just wanna be able to enjoy a little bit of everything you prepared tonight,’ you explained fondly, Abner nodding and looking for the next thing to recommend.

The minutes ticked away as you enjoyed your meal together, his shy laugh hidden behind his hand as you relentlessly flirted with him between questions about why he picked each item; each one came with a story, little pieces of himself that he wanted to share with you in the brief time that he could, and when it came time for dessert, which came in the form of an attempt at your favourite type of cake, you felt your lip quiver again as he rubbed at the back of his neck anxiously.

‘Sorry if it’s bad, I only had so much time, never made this before, obviously…’ he explained before you could even take a bite, a quick kiss to his worried lips silencing him in a moment. He just sat back and stared as you lifted a forkful to your mouth, it not winning in any competitive baking shows anytime soon but still the love was there just like everything else, and you licked your lips and went in for a second bite when he leaned in and kissed you back.

You dropped your fork in surprise, it clattering to the floor as he braced himself on the corner of the table with one hand, the other cupping your jaw as his tongue darted out to lick across your lip. ‘You taste sweet,’ he murmured as he pulled away, pupils blown before he came back to his senses, yours no doubtedly looking the same. ‘Sorry- your fork, I’ll grab you a ne-’

You didn’t let him finish as you grabbed onto the front of his silky shirt, the patterns on it dancing under your palms as the fork was instantly forgotten about, the clock ticking away until it was forgotten as well as you pulled him to your side of the table. He craned his neck so you could wrap your arms over his shoulders, back arched to make up for the difference in height, what was usually one of your favourite things about him now getting in the way until a better solution was found. 

You broke apart just for a second as you located his bed against the wall to your left, the two of you not even bothering to break apart as you spun him around and let him sit down. Now he was the one looking up at you as you took in everything about him, your fingers lightly brushing his no longer styled bangs out of his eyes so you could press a kiss to his forehead. He leaned up into it, his hands on your hips as he silently begged for you to come closer, your dress straining a little as your legs tried to find comfort on either side of him. You frowned and bunched it up as high as you were willing to allow, your thighs feeling a slight breeze before they met his own, as well as something else.

‘Do I really taste that sweet?’ you teased, Abner’s head falling against your shoulder as he lightly kissed your bare skin.

‘Can never get enough,’ he moaned honestly, his chest pressing against yours as he leaned back and brought you with him. The angle was better this way, your panties catching on his zipper as you started to rock your hips against him, your hands on his cheeks as you stopped him from looking away.

‘We don’t have much time,’ you reluctantly reminded him as you started to move, it never enough but it had to be, you both had no choice otherwise. 

‘I’ve been waiting all month, I don’t want it to end,’ he whined, your kisses consoling him as you moved against each other, it only the two of you for just a moment. You took his hand from your hip and guided it to where the slit in your dress reached the highest point, the most amount of skin visible there as he touched your bare thigh, a noise of longing echoing from deep within him as he did the same to you; your hand was placed on his chest, fingers brushing over hair and faded scars as he started to undo a few more buttons for you. Your kisses deepened as your hand slid inside his shirt and felt hot skin, the most you’d been able to feel in all the times you’d been together, the clock ticking even louder as you rocked faster, pressed down harder.

‘I wish I could have you,’ you confessed against his lips like a secret prayer, his eyes locking with yours as he felt the same. ‘Getting to see you only twice a month is too cruel…’

‘I know,’ he panted, lips wet as he started to shake, unable to say anything else, ‘I know.’

You buried your head in his shoulder and hung on for dear life as the buzzer rang, rudely but expectedly signaling that your hour was up as the door unlocked once more, your hands clinging to him as you stilled but refused to get up, release delayed so cruelly as two guards entered his room. ‘Alright lovebirds, you know the drill,’ one of them said, Abner just shaking his head and wrapping his arms around your back, the two men sighing as the blanket covering the window and shielding your date from any passersby as agreed was torn down again, there was no privacy allowed for him here, not at Belle Reve.

‘Don’t make us ask you again,’ the other warned, your lip quivering again as you nodded in understanding; it’d make for a pretty terrible anniversary if you were to be torn off of him so they could teach him a lesson for disobeying orders. You stood on shaky legs, Abner helping you readjust your dress before his modesty was covered by his pillow, the guards not caring in the least, they’d more than likely seen much worse than that, but it didn’t matter to him. They were already starting to clear away the food he’d so lovingly prepared when you stopped them, your voice cracking as your hands were held up in a panic.

‘Wait! Let me take the cake home, please, and the casserole,’ you pleaded, the two exchanging a look before deciding it’d be okay, it wasn’t like you were sneaking him in anything, after all. They let you balance the food in your arms as the rest was piled onto the rolling cart that had been waiting by the door, the table folded up and brought out to be put back into storage. ‘I really thought we’d have more time today,’ you mused as you were left alone for a moment, Abner putting his pillow back at the head of his bed and standing up. He stood behind you again, gentle touch making you sigh longingly as he rested his chain against the top of your head.

‘An hour is always an hour, even today,’ he accepted now that it was over, neither of you wanting to truly believe that.

‘At least I got to love you for an hour,’ you said wistfully, your head turning so you could look up at him.

‘I’ll love you every second until you come back again,’ he promised you just as he always did, your body quickly spinning in place to face him before it was too late, mouth opening to say something when the men returned with his collar, his regular clothes tossed into his arms for him to put back on now that the date was over. He gave you a sad yet happy smile as you were escorted out, your eyes on him until you left the cell block.

It really was a shame your anniversary only came once a year, but at least you got to bring home a little piece of him this time as you cradled what he’d made for you in your arms all the way back to your car.