#this is how i finally convinced myself to get my driver's license

[rugtopper]

August 1, 1984.

It was a good day. It was a scary day. It was a hope-filled day. It was a tearful day. It was was the day I ceased to be just another teenager with a mop of unruly hair to being a young man with an embarrassing secret.

I had spent most of the summer waking up every day with less hair on my crown and more hair on my pillow. This Wednesday was different. I was sitting in the barber's chair finally accepting my future. My barber had convinced me to get a slider. I was about to be fitted with a tiny hairpiece for my crown area. This might be an every-day occurrence for many older men. However, it is extremely frightening for a boy of 15. Here I was about to begin high school, yet I'm having to confront the adult nightmare of going bald.

My barber was a neighbor. He was a friend. He lived two blocks from me. I saw him often. I also knew that I was about to carry the same secret that he gladly carried. He wore a hairpiece. What's more important, he didn't care if anyone knew it. I wasn't that cavalier, yet. That would take another 20 years to achieve. I still have to get through the initiation into this unique group of men who need to cover the reality of being bald. I sat there while Jerry talked to me, instructed me, in what was about to be my fate for the rest of forever. I was scared and happy at the same time. Jerry was telling me that he was going to shave a small area in my crown area so he can attach my new hairpiece. I might have had a slight panic attack. I don't really remember. I only remember seeing the bald spot in the mirror just before Jerry attached my new hairpiece. Of course, in the ensuing 40 years, the bald spot became a bald swath!

My little hairpiece looked great! The color match was nearly perfect. The texture was also a great match. Now, that might have been completely false. I was seeing the image I wanted to project to the public every day.

School began without incident. No one said anything. I think it had more to do with the fact that no one looks at the top of someone's head. Still, I was always wary of something being said.

I even survived my driver's test and subsequent picture for my license. I still think it is funny that I have never had a driver's license where I wasn't wearing a hairpiece for the ID picture.

I managed to get through the tenth grade and part of the eleventh grade wearing a slider. However, I knew that eventually I was going to lose more hair. My barber, Jerry, convinced me to get ahead of it by getting fitted for a full toupee. That transition occurred during Spring Break in 1986.

Jerry had ordered my toupee for me during the Christmas holidays. Jerry shaved me to a Norwood 4 for my new toupee. I probably cried. I mean how many 17 year old kids do you know who are bald? Now, I didn't have any embarrassing rip-offs. That would have been almost impossible with the industrial, medical-grade glue used, which I really hated. I did, however, get tons of second glances and too many snarky comments about wearing a rug. I didn't care because it was far superior to the reality underneath!

My high school graduation was no different from any other high school graduation in America. There was formality. There were wonderfully uplifting speeches. There was great celebrating by families. Mine was unique in that there were three men in that auditorium who were wearing toupees: my barber, myself, and the father of a girl in my graduation class.

After graduation, that girl's father came up to me. He made sure that no one was around. He told me that he was proud of me. He said that my hair looked great. His toupee was very obvious. That was the first time I had ever had a conversation with another man who wore a toupee. It was an awesome encounter. I have had many of them over the past 40 years. Each has been such a joyful experience.

[satyrcon]

so the last time i did a post like this it was august 2022, so I'm just going to write about life since then...

2022

In September, I finally finished school and moved back home from my grandparents. Making the decision to move out of home for a bit quite honestly changed my life because it forced me to leave my room, change my routine completely and just really take a break from the hum-drum of the pandemic. Going back to school was also one of the best decisions I have ever made. But I was a little bit depressed, because returning home meant a return to reality, but at least I felt better equipped...

I started an internship that month. It was my real first "big girl job" experience. And the first few weeks were hell. I was fully remote, so that was definitely a blessing, but I totally underestimated how scary and how stressful starting a new job can be. I spent the first few weeks absolutely miserable, thinking I wasted a whole year going back to school. But it turns out, I was just being a big baby, and once I got my act together I ended up really enjoying what I did, and was super grateful for the lax schedule.

By November, the job offered me a short-term contract to continue working there part time and getting that news relieved so much anxiety within me. i finally felt as though i had won, and that i can finally stop running away...

The holidays were fantastic. it was the first time we could all be together without the fear of covid. I bought myself a new winter coat, and went on many walks.

i spent new years eve at a party with my boyfriend, we actually missed the countdown because everyone was having too much fun. i loved life in that moment

2023

the new year started off well. i was back at work, and enjoying it. i was working part time, so I always had fridays off. i rewatched girls and had a cathartic experience.

me and my boyfriend went up to his cottage a few times for a weekend getaway. which was very relaxing.

In february, i got some bad news that my contract for my new job would not be extended. It was expected, but it really bummed me out. I had gotten very comfortable with my schedule and routine. I cried, but realized that this is the first time in my life where I wouldn't be quitting, or getting fired from a job, that there was some dignity to be held, and that now I'm more equipped than ever to pursue something else. So i picked myself up from the ground and set a mission to find a new job by the beginning of April.

March was a bit of a dreamy month. With no more motivation at my current job, and the limitless ideas of the future, i took it easy. I took many walks, ate a diner by myself. My last day at my job was bittersweet, everyone wished me well, and it was great.

I was interviewing for a job that was my dream job. It had everything I wanted to do. And by some stroke of luck, I was interviewing, and succeeding. I spent nights shaking, trying to convince myself that it's a fluke, but it wasnt. I got the job, and was going to start by mid-April.

Before I started my new job, I attended the wedding of one of my childhood friends, I found out I was going to be an aunt, and enjoyed many evenings in the sun. the sun was shining past 6 o clock and it felt amazing.

My new job began, and i wasn't hoodwinked, it actually was what I had imagined it to be. And I was so happy. I finally got my drivers license, and i began practicing driving on the highway.

In the summer, we renovated our home, so I ended up moving back into my grandmothers. it was good to be back in an environment that did me so well a year ago. And i enjoyed it very much. I slipped into my old routines like nothing. I explored, hung out with friends, spent many nights with my boyfriend. Being at my grandmothers, i had an agency that was barely afforded to me when i was back at home. however, it didn't feel the same as it did the year prior. the timeline was shorter, and i knew, eventually, i would have to go home again.

my sister got engaged in august, and while i'm happy, i know that it was a defining moment. Things will never be the same. we're all grown up...

I moved back home in September, and it was a bit depressing. Work has increased in difficulty, but I was still enjoying my day-to-day. I pushed on.

October was a bit of a moody month. it got cold very quickly.

i turned 26, and felt that first pang of real "holy fuck i'm old". it's crazy to think that 10 years ago, i was 16, and not yesterday. And i'm still unsure how i feel about it - if its good or bad.

I have my days where i am so happy, and thankful, but sometimes i do want to regress into the past. wear my school uniform and show up to school to bullshit with my friends. it makes me sad that that time is really really over.

And now it's november, and, there isn't much going on. But I am happy

:)

[quintchess]

Heyo! Your writing is incredible!! I saw you take writing requests, so I was wondering if I could request a Villain that has to drug/kidnap Hero for their own good. It's one of my favorite hero x villain tropes!

Request #1

Warning: drugged, implied kidnapping

Pressing their heated forehead against the car window, Hero never stopped breathing deeply, trying to inhale every bit of air around them. The cool surface of the glass cooled their skin and partly helped them to remain calm, but their burdensome state wouldn’t leave them.

The slight tremor in their hands reverberated throughout their body, making everything around them shake. Hero didn't realize at first that the car had stopped.

Without turning off the engine, Sidekick turned to the hero, looking at them from the driver's seat. “Are you sure you want to be here like this?” They looked at Hero with sorrow, realizing that they hadn’t registered their words.

Hoping to reason with them, Sidekick continued. “You haven't been looking well for the last few days. This is just a bank robbery. I could have dealt with it myself.”

“Exactly.“ Hero uttered in a low voice, finally pulling away from the glass. They rubbed their forehead and lightly shook their shoulders to put themselves together. “This is just a bank robbery. I can handle it.”

Despite all their efforts to put their former energy into their own voice, Hero couldn’t completely convince Sidekick. It was the first time the hero had asked them to drive a car, although they had always handled it perfectly themselves before.

Fortunately, even with their learner’s license, Sidekick turned out to be a good driver. “I don't know, I still think you need to see a doctor.”

Chuckling as if they hadn't heard anything stupider, Hero lightly patted their own face, convincing themselves that they were perfectly fine. “I’m just a bit tired. Work as a hero for a couple of years, and you'll understand what it is.” After leaving the car and before closing the door behind them, Hero added. “Don't wait for me.”

Stretching their neck and shoulders, the hero looked ahead, determining where to go. A thin haze in their mind didn’t let to figure out where they were right away. All they knew was that they had to be a block away from the bank to avoid any unwanted attention.

An inexplicable heaviness in their legs chained them to the pavement, and, as if immersed in quicksand, it took them a lot of effort to take the first step.

The next steps didn’t seem easier, but with each foot they crossed, Hero seemed to get more used to walking in their state. Every bone in their entire body was trembling, feeling especially fragile, like one sudden stone and a fracture would happen.

But the hero didn't even have the thought of staying at home tonight. A sense of duty was much more important than their own condition. They kept conviencing themselves it was just fatigue. They can always find some time to rest later.

Eventually, the cool night air relieved a small part of their exhaustion, giving them the opportunity to switch to running. It was taking them too long to get to their destination point and they started to worry that Villain might escape before their arrival.

Perhaps running wasn't the best Hero's idea; their vision couldn't focus on anything, and they ran relying only on their muscle memory, but they got to the bank just in time.

Without remembering their path, the hero took their way towards the back door of the bank, assuming the villain wouldn’t use the front one to commit the robbery.

Hero stopped to catch their breath and ran their hot palms over their equally hot face. Their lungs refused to work, giving them almost instantaneous shortness of breath, no matter how greedily they inhaled oxygen. The hero wanted to sit down on the ground, just to catch their breath and immediately continue on their way.

Closing their eyes, they felt a lump in their throat begin to form. Their limbs seemed softer and softer, as they were losing control over them slightly more every second. Just a little more, and their feet will fail to keep them standing.

The drowsiness increased, and something was pounding in their temples. Something that was begging them to shake that feeling away, but Hero’s growing dizziness prevented them from that .

“What's the matter? Feeling strange?” Villain's voice appearing out of nowhere, didn’t cause any reaction at all. The hero couldn't even bring themselves to look in the villain’s direction. But despite this, they could feel the smirk on Villain's lips, guessing that by the tone of their voice.

The tips of the villain's nails slowly slid along the skin on Hero's neck, giving them something remotely resembling relief, but at the same time somehow making their current state much worse.

Such a cold Villain’s hand against their skin relieved the heat rushing to their face. Hero was craving more of the pleasant coldness, but their mind was still too clear to fall for that.

“Don't touch me.” Hero muttered, stepping away and turning to face their enemy. The shortness of breath from running should have passed long ago, but their breathing was becoming even more frequent, as if the air temperature instantly increased.

“But you want it, don't you?” The villain assumed, but the tone of their voice sounded more like a statement. “Soon you'll start asking me for it.”

“What made you think so?” On the inside the hero knew that they felt indignation, but outwardly the muscles of their face were too heavy to portray any expression.

“Glad you asked.” Villain slowly raised their hand, showing a device with an automatic sprayer on their wrist. “You may not have noticed, but I've had this thing the last few days that we've been fighting.” They took a step forward, and the hero was too weak to step back. “This is a little invention of mine. It spreads a chemical reacting with your superpower.”

Hero gulped hard, wanting to punch, but Villain immediately caught their fist, slowly lowering it down. “The result took a bit of time, but it turned out better than I expected.”

The hero felt how everything around them gradually began to change its color, acquiring different shades and simultaneously losing them all at once. The heat and weakness in their body relieved them of all sorts of thoughts, and they could hardly keep their eyes open.

Hero's face seemed too calm and peaceful, despite the whole range of sensations that were going on inside then. Their internal organs were ready to turn out, but the warmth of Villain’s hand touch suddenly made it all stop.

The villain gently stroked Hero's cheek, slowly going lower in one continuous movement. The hero wanted to pull away, but Villain stopped them by squeezing their shoulder slightly.

“Don't resist.” Lightly pressing on Hero's shoulder, they forced them to their knees, sinking down right after Hero. Villain looked at them with pure pleasure at the result of their invention. “Relax. Where we're going, you won't have to think about anything.”

The trembling in their limbs became stronger; the warmth spreading through their body filled their mind more and more, blurring the boundary between the effect of the drug and reality.

Hero had never felt so calm in someone else’s presence. One touch of the villain's hand made them forget their nausea and dizziness, forcing Hero to close their eyes tiredly and finally drown in the darkness.

Next

[remcycl333]

guys i stg i’ve been manifesting soooo much and so fast lately and it’s only been 2022 for two weeks!!! so here is the list of things i’ve manifested so far in 2022🤍

-i told my friends how i wanted to get sweetener by ariana grande on vinyl sooo bad but they barely ever repress it and i always miss it when they do and then i went on the vinyl releases subreddit a few hours later and someone posted a restock and i got to buy it!!

-i literally posted on here that i should manifest my drivers license and within a week i got a car + someone offered to take me to get my permit (yes at 21 years old ok) and also i finally took action and finished my online drivers ed course😌 (literally all i did was make that post and i didn’t think about it again)

-i was sooo hungry and i was complaining to my friends and i was like wouldn’t it be nice if they texted me “look outside” and there was food and a few hours later i got that exact text and there was an amazon package of snacks on my doorstep

-manifested getting my financial aid for school + getting a fat refund 🤑

-literally thought to myself that i prob wouldn’t get my refund until at least january 18th when the semester starts but then after listening to a self-concept tape overnight i woke up to my refund in my bank account😌

-passed a class last semester that i should’ve failed bc i didn’t even do half the work (🤪). i count this as this year bc ive putting off checking my grades until like two days ago lol. and i’ve been affirming that i passed all my classes :)

-i was convinced i accidentally threw away my birth certificate (lol) a few months ago when i moved but i just affirmed once that i found it and my dad told me he had it the next day even tho i’m like 100% positive i did not give it back to him lol

-also manifested myself remembering things multiple times this is something i love manifesting it’s so fun

-sometimes my cat scream meows in the middle of the night (ok he does it every night🙄) and i manifest him falling asleep on my desk chair and shutting up :)

+there’s more but i’m blanking cuz it’s 4am as i’m typing this hehe

but i’d like to add pretty much all of these things i’d either think about wanting it once and i’d get it or id affirm for a few times and literally still think negatively about it and still get it. sooo self concept guys. so important. it’s how i got everything on this list :)

[dirty-urie]

Little Brendon

Second Person

Brendon x Female Reader

PFTW Era

Fluff(ish) Oneshot

PG-13? R?

3.6k Words

Warnings In Order of Appearance: real person fic, language throughout, arguably slight smut, minor dirty talk

Author's Notes:

1. I don't know how I got this idea or what possessed me to actually write it, to be honest, but I had fun, so I guess that's all that matters.

2. Posting this in honor of the anniversary of the show I went to on the first leg of the Wicked tour, which was technically yesterday, but this fic wasn’t done yesterday, so here it is now.

“Awww, little Brendon,” you gush at the computer screen.

“Please tell me you aren’t looking at pictures of my penis,” Brendon says, walking into the room.

You laugh, rolling your eyes. “Not that your ego couldn’t use a little bruising, but no, I’m not cooing at your nudes. Merch wants you to sign off on the final photos of the Beebo plush, and look how cute he is!” You shift the computer monitor so he can see what you’re looking at.

“Why are you going through my email?”

“You always ignore emails from Merch, and I like looking at all of the new Panic designs!”

“Babe, I work ten hours a day; I don’t want to do anything I don’t have to. Merch will use whatever designs they think will sell well. They don’t actually need my approval. Those sign-off emails are just a formality.”

You pout. “I know, I know. I won’t go through your email anymore.”

“Good,” he says, relieved. "I wouldn’t want you to discover all the messages from my mistresses.”

“You’re a jackass,” you call, flipping him off as he leaves the room with a smirk.

***

“I’m gonna miss you,” you pout, leaning against the door frame to your bedroom.

He kisses your forehead and puts another pair of sweatpants in a suitcase. “You can’t wait for me to leave. You get to have the girls over, watch all your shitty movies, and you won’t have to deal with my dirty underwear or noisy video games in your nice living room.”

You take the t-shirt he’s about to pack out of his hands and throw it on the bed, pulling him into a kiss. You slip your hands under the waistband of his pants to grope his ass. You pull away. “Mhm, that’s what I thought. I don’t ever have to deal with dirty underwear because you never wear any.”

“Hey! Don’t slut-shame me! You love having such easy access to this body.” He gestures to his body with a strange flailing arm motion.

“You know what? You’re right. I can’t wait for you to leave.”

He side-eyes you. “Well, in that case, you won’t want the present I got you.” He shrugs, refolding his shirt.

Your eyes light up, and you go kiss him again. “Have I ever told you how much I love you? Because it’s a lot. Enough to justify a really nice present,” You say after he pulls away.

“That’s what I thought. I guess you’ll get your present after all. Close your eyes,” Brendon says.

You close your eyes, and he hands you something soft. You open your eyes, and it’s Brendon’s likeness in plush form. He’s wearing Brendon’s tour outfit with a gold jacket over a black tee and black leather pants.

“Little Brendon!” you exclaim, seeing the toy in your hands. “Aww, it’s even got your lips and little eyebrow scar! Thank you, babe.” You kiss him and then Little Brendon. “Now I have someone to keep me company while you’re off getting bitches on tour.”

“Oh, come on, babe,” he says, putting his hand on your shoulder and looking into your eyes, “they’re not bitches, they’re groupies.”

You smack his arm affectionately and then push him onto the bed to crawl on top of him. “Maybe you should practice for the groupies. Wouldn’t want you to kill their rockstar fantasies because you’re out of experience.”

He flips you over and rolls on top of you, nipping at your neck. “Out of experience? What, pray tell, have we been doing every day for the past two weeks, if not building my experience?” he asks with disbelief, punctuating each point with a bite or kiss. “Remember when I made you come twelve times in one hour before I let myself come? Or when we fucked on the roof of my studio when the neighbors were out of town? Or when you fucked my ass with that new toy, the one that vibrates?”

“Shit, shit, point taken,” you moan, grinding up against him while he bears down on you.

His phone pings, and he slows his hips to grab it from the side table. “Fuck, Zack’s out front. I’ve gotta go.”

You grab the front of his shirt and yank him down for a deep, dirty kiss.

He’s reluctant to pull away, but his other love is calling. Tour, that is, not Zack.

“Okay, let me up, loverboy. I’ll help bring your stuff out to the car,” you tell him.

“Thank you. Most of my instruments and stuff are already with the guys, but I’ve still got two suitcases and a backpack.”

You both stand up, and he grabs the suitcases, leaving you with the backpack. “You’re not gonna readjust, rockstar?” You ask, eyeing his tented sweatpants.

He shrugs, “My hands are full, and it’s nothing Zack hasn’t seen before.”

“You just like showing off,” you accuse, and he smirks a little and winks because you’re not wrong.

You walk him to the car and give him a final goodbye kiss. “I love you to death. Knock their socks off, babe.”

***

Without fail, the one-week mark hits you like a truck. You’ve had your fun with girlfriends, and you’ve enjoyed the peace and quiet, but your bed is empty, and it’s weighing on your chest. Even the puppies seem a little more glum without Brendon.

You feel silly, but finally, after two nights of crying yourself to sleep, you give in and grab little Brendon from your dresser and cuddle up with him.

***

Two weeks later and you and the real Brendon are half-asleep, snuggled up against each other in the nicest hotel room in Houston. You can only spend two nights with him, and you refuse to let him go for even a second more than you have to. Which he did not appreciate when he had to use the bathroom, but it’s his fault for leaving you for so long.

“Baby, I’ve got an interview, but I’ll bring back breakfast, and we’ll eat in bed, okay? I’m really sorry,” He whispers apologetically, peeling away from you.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s what you have to do to pay the bills. Can you hand me Little B? He’s in my purse,” you ask, and Brendon obliges without comment, probably just happy you’re not crying.

You fall back asleep with the little guy in your arms.

Brendon knows it’s irrational when he comes back three hours later at 8 am, and he feels a tiny twinge of jealousy at the plush you’re cuddled up with. However, he feels it is not irrational that he’s upset when he climbs into bed with you, and instead of immediately clinging to him like always, you just clutch Little Brendon harder. Almost as if protecting the toy from Brendon.

“Y/N, I’m back,” he whispers in your ear, half-hoping you’ll throw the doll on the ground and roll over to make burning hot love to him for 12 hours straight. That’ll show Little Brendon. Well, no, it won’t, he has stuffing where his brain should be, but it’ll show him on principle.

You do roll over to throw an arm across him, but you still have little Brendon tucked under your other arm.

Brendon decides to call this one a draw.

“Did you bring food?” You mumble.

“Of course, darling. I’ll do anything to spoil you. That’s one of the perks of having a driver’s license and sentience.”

“…What?”

“Nothing. I’ll get your food.”

He insists on feeding you and rubbing your feet, and letting you watch whatever you want on the hotel TV. And it’s just because he wants to take care of you while you two are together. Definitely no other reason. He certainly feels no joy at the sight of Little Brendon lying discarded on the nightstand. Point Real Brendon.

After the day of pampering, it pains you when you check the clock, and it’s time to leave. “Alright, I’ve gotta head out, B. I can’t miss my flight,” you finally say, changing from Brendon’s T-shirt into real clothes.

Brendon thinks about protesting, but he knows better. You have your own life apart from him, and he respects that.

You cram your stuff in your overnight bag and give your goodbye hugs and kisses to Brendon. Then you kiss Little B before throwing him in your purse. You think you see Brendon scowl at your new companion, but you were probably just imagining it.

***

“Surprise!” Brendon shouts as he opens the door.

“Babe! Thank god I sent the strippers home early,” you joke as he sits next to you on the couch.

“Shit, I missed the strippers?”

“You fucking goof,” you laugh, playing with his hair. “What are you doing home early?”

“Nicole needed to come home for some emergency with her house, so I figured I’d charter the plane and zip down with her and Zack to spend the night with my beautiful wife.”

“God, that must’ve cost an arm and a leg, B.”

He shrugs, “Nah, we were only in Portland anyway, and it’s easier than finding a new bassist on short notice. This way, Nicole and I can be back for the San Jose show tomorrow night, and I get a whole twelve hours at home with my girl and my puppies.”

“Oh, well, I’m glad it worked out for everyone. Especially me,” you say, shifting to sit in Brendon’s lap.

You two finish up the episode you were watching before you insist that he comes to bed because he’s overworked and jetlagged. He’s sleepy and doesn’t need that much convincing, but he tries to put up a fight anyway.

“I only get a little bit of time with you; I don’t want to spend it sleeping,” he complains.

“This is the hardest I’ve ever had to work to get you in my bed,” you respond, yanking him to his feet.

His eyes light up, and you shake your head. “No, sir. We’re not having sex. You’re getting at least seven hours of sleep in your own bed with the love of your life, and then you’re going to take a shower, make me breakfast, and give San Jose the show of their lives. You’ll literally see me again in two days when I come to the LA show.”

He bites his lip, still trying to lay the seduction on thick.

“No! Bed! Or I’m making you sleep in the guest room!”

He sighs, trudging along behind you to the bedroom.

“Um, babe, I think you forgot to kick out your mistress before I got home,” he says, gesturing to his side of the bed where little Brendon is tucked into the comforter.

You scowl playfully. “Oh, shush you. Where else should I put him while making the bed?”

“I don’t know, but letting my replacement sleep in my spot feels a little on the nose.”

“He’s not your replacement, baby.”

“Really?” Brendon asks, picking up Little Brendon and getting into bed, “because” he sniffs Little Brendon’s head, “I’m pretty sure Little Brendon is wearing my fifty dollar cologne.”

You blush, “Okay, well I take him everywhere, and I didn’t want him to smell, and it’s not like I could use any of my perfumes…” you taper off, realizing that you may have given yourself away with the ‘take him everywhere’ line.

He narrows his eyes but doesn’t say anything else before clicking out the light.

“Hey, Brendon?” You ask quietly.

“Mm?”

“Um, what did you do with Little B?”

Brendon clicks on the light. “Ah-ha! J’accuse! You’ve replaced me!”

“I just don’t want the dogs to rip him up and then leave me to clean up stuffing all morning!” You defend yourself.

“Well then, you won’t mind me putting him up on the dresser.”

“Of course, I won’t mind.”

Brendon puts Little B on the dresser and goes back to bed, so imagine his surprise when instead of waking up tangled in your arms the next morning, he���s not even touching you on the king bed. Instead, you’re hugging Little Bastard with your nose buried in his fabric hair.

Little B’s smirk taunts Brendon as he storms out of bed to make his damn wife breakfast. His damn wife.

***

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come,” you whine, rubbing your hips frantically.

“Come,” he commands. “Let me see that pretty mouth fall open as you come all over our bedsheets, pretty girl.”

The angle on your clit is perfect, and the image of him getting off on your phone right along with you pushes you into bliss, and your orgasm rocks through your core. You know you’ve affected him when you hear him grunt as come rolls down his fist.

“God, babe, you’re incredible, from a completely different country, fuck, a completely different continent, you still turn me on like crazy,” he admires.

“I could say the same about you. I came so hard just from getting to hear and see you.” You tell him before accidentally dropping your phone. “Shit, sorry, my fingers are a little wet.

Brendon would normally just be admiring the soaked panties he’s getting a glimpse of, but instead, his attention is drawn between your thighs for a different reason.

“Were you getting off by humping Little Brendon?!”

“It’s not what it looks like, okay?” You say, picking up the phone. “He’s the perfect firmness, and he’s way easier to manage than a clunky pillow! It’s purely physical!”

Brendon scoffs, “I’ve bought you thousands of dollars in sex toys, and you turn to him? In our marital bed? I’m being cuckolded by polyester!”

“Brendon, it’s a stuffed animal, not the pool boy. You come back from England in three days, and you can fuck me however you want. Y’know, because of your functioning dick, tongue, and fingers?”

“Just as long as I don’t come back to find you rimming the stuffed tiger from Calvin and Hobbes,” he teases with a smile.

“Hm, is degrading Winnie the Pooh out of the question, too, then? because if that’s the case, then I’ll need to find different plans for tomorrow evening.”

He gives you a pointed look, feigning seriousness before cracking a grin. “Alright, alright, thank you for the orgasm. I’ll see you on Tuesday,” he says before blowing you a kiss before hanging up.

“That plush better count his days,” Brendon mumbles to himself before falling asleep.

***

“Do you want me to go with you to the store?” He offers.

“No, baby, enjoy some of your time at home. I’ll just bring my other husband for emotional support.” You toss Little Brendon in your purse.

“I remember when I was your emotional support at the grocery store…” Brendon starts, looking off into the distance.

“Yeah, me too, and you were terrible. You hated it. Rest assured, I’ll make you come back to the grocery store another time, but right now, I’m being nice because you just got back from tour. And you still have the dishes and the vacuuming to do.”

“Aye, aye, captain. Don’t let the paparazzi catch you smooching Little Brendon while I’m at home doing your dirty work,” he calls as you leave.

“No promises! He’s very tempting!”

***

“You never snuggle with me anymore,” Brendon pouts after you reject his advances in bed.

“It’s August, and you’re hot,” you complain, and he gives you a suggestive look. “Not that kind of hot, Casanova. I mean two minutes in, and you’re sweating all over me. It’s uncomfortable.”

“You snuggled with Little Brendon when I was gone!” He accuses.

“Yes, because I’ve grown accustomed to sleeping with something in my arms, and Little Brendon doesn’t sweat, or snore, or wake me up in the morning with his cock pressing into my thigh, or bicker with me about how I choose to sleep,” you explain, annoyed. Brendon looks genuinely upset, so you soften your face. “When the temperature isn’t in the triple digits, and we don’t literally stick together when we touch, we can cuddle. Okay?”

“Fine.”

***

“Bogart, hey buddy, look at this toy for you to chew on. Bite, bite, bite, kill,” he says, throwing Little Brendon to Bogart.

Bogart sighs and rests his head on Little Brendon like a pillow.

“First my wife and now my dog,” Brendon shouts, throwing his hands up in frustration.

“Okay, this has gone on long enough,” you tell him, alerting him to your presence in the doorframe. “Sit,” you order, pointing to the couch. “Brendon, you’re jealous of a toy,” you state bluntly.

He blushes and grabs his stuffed enemy. “It’s not about the toy,” he finally admits.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.”

“It’s just,” he struggles to find the right words, “I love touring. I love seeing all the different cities on my days off, meeting fans, partying with different bands, and most of all playing shows.” He takes a deep breath. “But I also love you. I love waking up with you, going out to dinner, watching you get off on my thigh, and just getting to be near you. So when I have to be away from you to tour, sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice, and seeing you do the things I want to do with you with the stupid Beebo plush instead, kept bringing all of those feelings to the forefront” he confesses.

“Oh, B, of course, you made the right choice. I love you, and I miss you when you’re gone sometimes, but I love our life. I love getting my independence when you’re gone, visiting you on-tour, watching you do what you love, having super hot reunion sex. So yeah, sometimes I just wanna squeeze you and smell your cologne and kiss your little face, but I’d never want you to sacrifice your career for that,” you say. “You wanna know why I like Little B so much?”

“Because he’s so good for humping?”

“No,” you laugh, “well, yes, actually, he is. But it’s because he reminds me why I spend some nights alone and hop on dreadful red-eye flights every few weeks and have to hook up with my husband on a fucking bus. So you can put on this dumb gold jacket,” you fiddle with Little Brendon’s jacket, “and perform the songs you worked so hard on for hundreds of thousands of people, and then sell thousands of these dumb little dolls so we can live in a multi-million dollar house with a home studio and a heated pool.”

“So you’re not replacing me with the puppet doll?” He asks.

“Well, maybe a little, but sometimes you feel so intangible. Even when you’re here, I know you have other, more important obligations, so it’s nice to have something constant,” you laugh, “and I think Bogart feels the same way,” you say, pointing to the dog who is curled around his new friend protectively.

***

“You’ve created a monster!”

“Have not!”

“You were the one who gave him Little Brendon!”

Brendon’s eyes dart to the floor because you’re right.

Bogart grew attached to Little Brendon faster than you did and now gently carries the toy with him wherever he goes. If you try to reclaim Little Brendon, Bogart growls and snarls.

“It’s kind of cute, I guess. He’s protecting his daddy,” you say.

“Then it’s your fault for putting my cologne on him,” Brendon retorts.

“Ugh, fine,” you concede.

“Oh look, he’s dropped it,” Brendon points out.

At first, you think it’s a good thing, but you both recognize the look Bogart’s giving.

“Go, Bog! Get it!” Brendon cackles as the dog pounces.

“Oh no, you don’t, bad dog,” you scold, snatching the toy away. “If you wanna hump something, I think Zack’s coming over tonight, but we don’t do that to mommy’s things.”

Brendon’s still laughing his ass off, and you shoot him a dirty look. “C’mon, babe, you’ve blue-balled him,” Brendon says, pointing to the sad-looking dog.

“Bogart is fixed and doesn’t have balls, a characteristic you two will soon have in common if you don’t stop giggling like a ten-year-old,” you threaten, and he, wisely, shuts up. “That’s what I thought. And if anything, this is just vindication for me because I told you Little Brendon was good for humping, and you dismissed it,” you tell him.

“Okay, fine, there was a brief period of time when I was irrationally jealous of a toy,” he admits. “But I think you should get another taste of the real thing before you decide who’s the better lay once and for all,” Brendon says, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom.

“Brendon!” You lightheartedly protest in his arms.

***

You’re lying on his chest contentedly as he strokes your arm. “You wanna know what I miss the most about getting to cuddle with you when you’re touring? Something Little Brendon doesn’t give me?”

“Hm?”

“Your heartbeat. Feeling it under my head or under my palm. Especially if we’re lying together for a while. I love how it slows and steadies the longer we’re with each other. So comforting.”

***

Little Brendon is sitting on your bed with a card that says, “Squeeze me!” on the front. You squeeze the plush, and you immediately recognize Brendon’s heartbeat coming softly from the chest of the toy. You smile and pick up the card.

Hey, baby! It reads, I’m no doubt missing you on the second leg of tour right now, but if you really need some comfort, I hope this’ll do. The recording lasts about an hour, and I made sure it got down to my resting heart rate before it stops. I’m sorry for being a jealous dick about a stuffed animal, but even my possessive lizard brain wants you to have something to make you feel better if you’re ever stressed or upset. (And now that the Beebo plushies are officially for sale, you can rest easy knowing yours is special)

xoxoxo,

Brendon

[gettothedancing]

I’ve been using dating apps for a few years. I have been moving states often and dealing with inconsistent shift schedules. I wasn’t meeting any adequate single men in my church or work environments, and because of the frequent moves, it was hard to make friends, much less have anyone set me up with someone.

I’ve finally decided that they’re doing me more harm than good. I’m giving up on them entirely and trying to date the normal way. I hope it improves the quality of the men I meet and date.

The final straw was the last guy I dated. Most of my matches are based on similar political or religious labels. When we meet in person, we don’t have many other interests in common, and a second date would rarely follow. This guy was an exception. We both liked older music and movies and games. Although he was a lapsed Catholic, which is quite different from my denomination, he had some similar spiritual values that were encouraging to see.

On the first date, I explained that I didn’t drink. I don’t enjoy the feeling or the taste in any way. I have religious reasons. I’m also allergic to alcohol. Even one sip will give me a massive headache and sleeping issues for at least 24 hours. It holds no temptation for me. I had not realized my allergy at the time of the date and so gave my other reasons. He seemed to accept them.

On our second date, going to a bowling/video arcade place, he gets a drink for himself and gives me soda. I’m glad he respects my boundaries. When we walk around later, he playfully tries to sneak us into a rooftop bar, but it’s part of a hotel so we simply take a joyride on the elevator and continue on.

On the third date, he offers me a drink of seltzer. I, assuming it is nonalcoholic, since I had never heard of hard seltzer, try a sip. I don’t like it and don’t have any more. He told me he didn’t like this seltzer himself, but as we sit down to watch a movie, he brings the bottle. When a character drinks in the movie, he loudly says, “If he’s having a drink, I’m having a drink!” and takes a huge drink straight from the bottle. He does this once more before I ask if he does this a lot. Then he seems embarrassed and stops. I’ve had a headache since I had my sip and go home, after being kissed once. I realize that he gave me alcoholic seltzer during my drive back. When I ask him, he admits it’s 5% alcohol and says that he assumed I had read the label and “wanted to have some fun.”

I’m concerned about his character now. He apologizes, and wheedles, and pleads, and keeps talking to me until I consent to a fourth date. I don’t really feel safe alone with him now. I make sure we’ll be in public.

But I go out of desperation. My sister’s marriage is going so well, and I’m still nowhere near married, and I shouldn’t give up on him so easily, I tell myself.

On the fourth date, we have fun bowling together. He pays with cash, then says he forgot his credit card, so I pay for the last game. We drive back to his place so he can get his credit card, and then we get back into the car to go to dinner. I’ve been enjoying myself and my concerns about the drinking are starting to fade. Maybe it really was just a mistake.

He takes me to a bar for dinner. A bar. When there’s a perfectly serviceable restaurant right next door.

I didn’t bring my driver’s license (he was picking me up so why bother) and get carded. He tries to convince the bouncer to let me in anyway. I convince him to take me straight home instead. He tries to kiss me in front of a large party of neighbors that are staring at us. I duck away and go into the house.

I break up with him in person as soon as possible afterwards. He just couldn’t understand how his violation of my trust and his continual attempts to get me to drink destroyed any sense of attraction or safety I had had around him. He was shocked when I told him I wouldn’t see him anymore.

I feel like if someone looked at the people I’ve dated, and then heard me say I was lonely being single so long, they would assume that I’m just a very picky person. I have been the one to end most of my would-be relationships. But I’ve also been stood up and pressured and hit on a lot. While it’s possible I really am overly picky, I think the real issue has been meeting men of low quality. I hope that not being on apps will help my selection pool improve.

I trust my discernment because it’s gotten me out of bad situations before. I’d rather be single than with the wrong person just for ‘experience’ or to not be single. But that doesn’t mean it’s not a long, lonely road that I’d like to leave behind.

[cantteachanoldguardnewquotes]

It's Too Early For This

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"Who took the car out?" Joe asked walking into the kitchen and giving Nicky a quick good morning kiss on his forehead.

"Hmm? I'm not sure, you're the first person I've seen since I got up around seven."

"Maybe Nile and Quynh took it. I thought they were planning something last night but I figured they'd tell us before they went anywhere."

"I'm sure they'll be back soon." Nicky said.

"I doubt it." Booker said joining them in the  kitchen and getting a coffee mug from the cupboard. "Look at the text Nile sent me." He showed them his phone, revealing a selfie of Nile, Andy, and Quynh outside a restaurant with the caption 'this better be worth the four hour trip.' under it.

Joe huffed. "They drove all that way and didn't even ask if I wanted to go?"

Nicky tried not to laugh at his husband's dismay but couldn't stop his amused grin. "I'm sure they meant no offense, maybe next time you can join them."

"When did they even leave? Who goes and gets food that far away? I mean they still have to drive all the way back." Booker shook his head in disbelief.

"I can see Nile and Quynh doing something like that, but Andy?" Nicky asked.

"I'm sure Quynh didn't have much trouble convincing her." Joe said with a grin.

"True." Nicky and Booker said at the same time.

"Guess I get the remote all day." Booker said.

"Not if I get it first." Joe took off for the living room with Booker close behind him yelling threats in multiple languages.

Nicky chuckled and went back to making breakfast.

**

(Earlier that morning)

"Andy." Andy heard Quynh call her name but it was such a faint whisper she was sure she was dreaming.

"Andy." Quynh said again this time with the lightest shake of her shoulder.

Andy sat up with a jolt. "What's wrong? Is someone... Nile? What do you need?" It was so dark out Andy didn't have a clue what time it was, only a faint glow from the hallway allowed her to see Quynh and Nile's outlines.

"Shh shh, nothing's wrong everything's fine." Quynh reassured her. "We just wanted to let you know we're leaving to get some breakfast, you're welcome to join us but you don't have to.

Andy rubbed her eyes trying to process what was going on. "Breakfast? What time is it now?"

Nile bit her lip. "It's, uh, four a.m." She said sheepishly.

Andy groaned and flopped back down on the bed. "I hate you both."

"Quynh pecked her on the lips. "No, you don't." She said with a sly grin.

Andy cracked an eye open, half her mouth quirking up in a smile. "No, I don't." She sighed looking back and forth between the two of them. "You're crazy. What's even open at this hour?"

Nile's grin somehow looked even more sheepish. "The place doesn't open till eight but that's fine cause it's four hours away and it will be open when we get there."

"You're telling me going to drive for four hours? For breakfast?" Andy asked shaking her head.

They nodded in unison, neither of them giving any indication they would change their minds.

"It's alright." Quynh gave Andy a reassuring pat. "Like we said we only wanted you to know where we are, no need to get up."

"Oh, you're not getting rid of me that easily." Andy said, as she pulled off the covers and stood up. "Let me change and then we can go."

"Yes!" Quynh asked too loud in her  excitement.

"Shhh. You'll wake the guys." Nile said bringing her finger to her lips.

"Sorry." Quynh whispered. "Really? You're not too tired?" She asked.

Andy snorted. "Yes, really, I might be mortal but I'm not an invalid. Besides, I have to see for myself if this food is worth it or if you both are going on a wild goose chase."

Quynh laughed and kissed Andy's cheek. "It will be an adventure either way!"

"I'll go start the car." Nile said with amusement.

**

After hours of would you rather, guess my animal, who can finish the alphabet first by collecting letters from license plates and signs, and non stop singing, Andy was finally pulling off the much anticipated exit they needed.

They all needed to go to the bathroom and Nile and Quynh were so hyped up on energy drinks Andy didn't even know how they were sitting still anymore. She'd only had two coffees the whole trip and was feeling every second of the long car ride.

"There it is!" Nile shouted poking her head between the driver and captain seat pointing in her excitement.

Andy cocked her head to the side at the sudden noise in her ear, but chuckled all the same at Nile's unbridled enthusiasm. She parked and they all got out, happy to stretch their legs and backs.

"I hope you're hungry, dear." Quynh said grabbing Andy's hand and leading her towards the door.

It was eight in the morning, but the restaurant was already busy. 

Andy flipped open the menu to study it. They hadn't even told her what type of food this place served.

"So, the reason Quynh and I picked this particular restaurant is because it has a huge breakfast and if you finish it in an hour by yourself you get it for free, and we wanted to see how far we could get. Of course you can get whatever you want that's just what they're famous for." Nile explained eyeing the menu as well.

"It ends at ten so we wanted to get here early, since they can get really busy and we didn't want to wait." Quynh added.

"Well if that's what they're known for I'll give it a shot." Andy said.

"Should we choose a prize for the winner?" Quynh asked, leaning forward like she was conspiring.

"The losers each have to buy dinner for the winner, whatever meal they want." Andy suggested.

Nile laughed. "We're not going to want to look at food for a week after this."

"No, expiration date. We'll want to cash in eventually." Quynh grinned.

"Deal."

"Deal."

They ordered and the food just kept coming even Nile and Quynh who had read about the breakfast seemed surprised by the large portion sizes. They were served eggs, bacon, ham, sausage, pancakes, waffles, fruit, hash browns, and coffee. It all looked delicious and smelled heavenly.

"You have an hour to finish if you want your name on the wall." Their server said gesturing to the far wall. It already had a few names on it but not many.

They all shared excited glances, then dug in.

"They have different flavored syrups too." Nile said happily dousing her pancakes in blueberry syrup.

"Is blueberry syrup your favorite?" Quynh asked.

"I like them all, it just depends on what I'm feeling."

"Would you like some coffee with that cream?" Andy teased as Quynh added a ton of vanilla creamer to her coffee.

"You have no room to talk, you put ketchup on your eggs." Quynh shot back grinning and handing her the bottle of ketchup.

"That's how they were intended to be eaten." Andy argued with a smirk.

Nile made a disgusted face. "No, eggs are best with cheese."

"You can still put ketchup on that and it's delicious."

Quynh and Nile shared a 'not on a million years would that taste good' look and laughed.

They ate so much they all felt like they might explode. They were forty-five minutes in and only Andy was still going strong.

Quynh was still giving it her best shot but she had slowed down a lot.

Nile was only picking at her food by now but she had finished a lot more than she thought she'd be able too.

Right before their hour was up their server came over to check on them.

Andy was just putting the last bite of waffle in her mouth.

Quynh and Nile still had some food left over unable to take another bite.

"Looks like we have a winner!" Their waitress said. "Just follow me and you can sign your name on the wall."

Nile and Quynh followed Andy over to watch.

Andy hesitated for a split second trying to decide which name to write then chose Andromache.

"Yay!" Nile cheered and clapped.

Quynh gave her a kiss and congratulated her.

"And if it's alright, we'll take your photo and keep it on the wall for a month." The waitress said.

Andy shook her head. "No pictures, but thank you."

Before Andy could reach the car Nile said. "I'll drive home."

Andy nodded, climbing into the backseat, and laid down. "Thanks, I'm not going to be able to stay awake after all that."

"We'll keep the noise down." Quynh reassured her, sitting in the front seat so Andy would have some more room, and she could keep Nile company.

"Appreciate it." Andy mumbled already drifting off.

Quynh smiled fondly, giving Andy's knee a gentle squeeze. "Sleep well." She murmured.

They started the long drive back to the safe house talking about nothing in particular, music playing softly.

"Was it worth the trip?" Nile asked Quynh.

Quynh thought about how much fun they'd had on the way down, the delicious meal, all the shared laughs, and Andy sleeping peacefully in the backseat. "I would do it again in a heartbeat." 

"Me too."

[miyaniacs]

Sinfully Sweetheart pt.9

A/N: uhm yeah my attempt to continue this series with our fav twins... well.. its trashy I'm so sorry lol - tell me if you want a pt2 to this one so I can make it up for you lol (also it’s not really edited since I couldn't get myself to reread this) 

other parts can be found in my masterlist 

Warnings : slight NSFW, also reader is ‚slightly‘ drunk (but not drunk drunk they can still think straight)

Atsumu & Osamu 

Well you and the twins know each other since you’re born practically 

Your parents are Highschool friends 

And that’s why you’re here now 

At some get together of your parents Highschool group 

It’s cool and all since you’re friends with some of their daughters, who are almost like sisters for you 

And you haven’t seen them that often the past months - you’re all in your 20’s now, meaning different cities, different universities, different jobs, some are already engaged - the whole : Who are you in your 20’s  span of : not knowing what you’re getting for dinner to Let me pick up my kids real quick, my husband is still at work

Due to exam season you haven’t had a real chance to dress up or go out, since all your nights are spent in front of your laptop, with a glass of wine at 3am, helping you with your existential crisis and your fits are what you already wore at 3am 

SO NOW 

It’s your time to…. Feel human again.  Taking a shower, putting on a hair and face mask, painting your nails, putting on some lipstick and eyeliner, finally being able to wear all the hot fits you brought at 4am right after your existential crisis - yeah the usual 

Currently your moms best friends are gushing over how much you’re grown up etc and telling embarrassing stories of your childhood 

The fun part tho - you’ve grown up soooo much - so you’re now getting handed the good stuff and not some apple juice

You’re on your… 3rd Margarita now 

Your 2 „Sisters“ at their 4rd - they both brought their boyfriends with them who are also forced to drive tonight 

“Why are you still sitting here with us the whole time?“ One of the mums ask, making you all look at her confused 

“I mean, shouldn’t you dance?“ She corrected herself laughing 

“Yeah, isn’t that the song you three always danced to?“ Your mum laughs. 

Talking about embarrassing stories: Yes you danced to “Pony“ by Ginuwine

Atsumu starts laughing, “Yeah please show us, haven’t you just told us how much you missed riding.“ 

Great. Just great. you ignored the twins the whole time until now. 

Why? Well your best friends attends the same college as Atsumu and after all her bragging abilities how lucky you can be to be friends with such good looking twins… you started to look at them differently? They’ve always been the „chaotic twins“ who you know since you can remember.  Yet after she gushed about them for hours and proved her points with pictures on instagram  You had a rather strange dream that night.  And you can’t look at them anymore now  The sinning was WAY TOO BAD

Back to the now 

Taking a big sip you roll your eyes at his comment and sass “Well, judging from what I’ve heard you’re quite a pro at... instructing how to ride properly.“ 

Osamu chocked on his drink 

Their mother takes a big sip of her red wine 

But Atsumu gets up and now towers over you 

Fuck 

Don’t think of that dream now, Don’t - don’t - don’t 

“That’s right.“ He grins, “And as far as I can remember your skills need some serious practice.“ He smirks and now you’re almost choking on your own breath

"Let me help you, yes?“ He extends his hand, but you just look at it while you feel your face getting redder with every second 

"Tsumu, stop it.“ Osamu says and you look at him as if he’s your knight in shining armor- 

Until he opens his mouth again 

"She’s still our small innocent y/n.“ He laughs and looks at you with slightly closed eyes. 

"Oh yeah, yer right, I forgot.“ Atsumu laughs, but quickly stops when you get up and take his hand dragging him away from the table to the open space

Was it the Margaritas giving you the confidence? Probably yes. 

That has to be the reason why you’re currently placing one of your hands around Atsumu’s neck and press your back on his chest 

His hands are placed on your waist, trying to keep it all “our parents are watching“ friendly 

Starting to body roll on him you feel his grip tightening, making sure you’re staying as close as possible 

When you arch your back though-  you hear him coughing “Our parents are still watching.“  

As if the playlist heard his wishes, the song changed to “Bootylicious“. 

You laugh and turn around “Ohhh come on ( your friends names), that’s our song.“ You say remembering that you three had a whole choreography planned for this song 

“Wow and what about me?“ Atsumu teases

“You haven’t given me any instructions so you’re useless.“ You smile brightly and push him away 

Laughing it off he walks back to the table and sits down next to Osamu

The whole situation long forgotten you pull of your choreography, which includes way more hip shakes and “I dropped my phone“ or “where’s my phone“ moves than you remembered 

Your parents are all outside at this point enjoying the warm summer night

What you’re not noticing though is the fact that Atsumu’s and Osamu’s eyes are fixed on your every move 

Slowly they start to realise that you’re not… so innocent anymore 

So it doesn’t hurt to play with you a bit right? 

That said they join you on the dace floor, together with the others boyfriends

Right now some Sean Paul song’s on

Osamu is right in fort of you meaning he’s you’re new dance partner now - If he wants it or not

But believe me he wants it 

Your hands on his chest, running slightly down his torso as you go down to the beat, still looking up at him through your lashes 

Getting back up you’re wrapping your arms around Osamu’s neck

Immediately his hands find their way to your lower back, pulling you against him 

"Well.. what happened to our innocent babygirl?“ He whispers in your ear 

You can feel his breath on your neck  His chest pressing against you with every breath he takes  His strong grip holing you in place  This whole scenario reminds you way too much of your dream 

"Ohh, suddenly shy again?“ He teases while guiding your body to move to the beat 

"Uhm.. no I - uhm..“ You stutter 

"Yes?“ He asks, but before you can answer, you’re pulled away from Osamu and pressed against a slightly more toned chest.

"Samu, you never knew how to share.“ Atsumu grumbles and rests his hands on your hip

"Relax Y/N. We’re just dancing.“ He chuckles 

Was it the alcohol? Or the lack of sleep? Or all the pictures your best friend showed you?  You have no idea  But things escalated quickly and you’re now dancing… unholy with both of the twins

You’re arms around Atsumu’s neck, his thigh between your legs, while Osamu’s hands are on your hips moving them against his 

Thank god your parents left the room and your friends are too occupied with their boyfriends to notice 

"How about we leave?“ Atsumu suddenly whispers dangerously low in your ear, "I still have to teach you how to ride, don’t I?“ He smirks down at you 

"Don’t listen to him.“ Osamu says, “I’m a way better teacher.“ He says and his lips press against he sensitive skin behind your ear. 

"Uhm.. I - no - we shouldn’t do this…“ you try to convince them, well more yourself if you’re honest 

"If you truly don’t want this.“ Atsumu says and moves a few inches away from you, Osamu doing the same 

"I - wait no!“ You exclaim, without even thinking about it 

"What’s the magic word?“ Osamu says while walking around you stopping next to his brother 

"P- Please..?“ You stutter, not truly sure if you’re actually dreaming all of this again 

"Goodgirl.“ Atsumu smirks and pats your head. 

"I’ll go and tell our parents that we’re driving you home.“ Osamu says and is about to leave when you hold onto his arm

"Wait!! Non of us can drive though!“ You remember 

"… Atsumu and I both got a drivers license?“ He asks confused

"Yeah yeah I do too, but we can’t drive! We all drank too much.“ You mumble 

To your surprise both of them laugh 

"What?“ You look between the two of them 

"Baby,…, non of us drank any alcohol.“ Atsumu says and Osamu continues his way outside, telling your parents that you’re too tired from the past week and they’ll make sure to get you home safely

"You… you didn’t?“ You ask shocked. 

"No baby, after seeing you dace, we’re sure that you’ll be needing all of our attention later on.“ He smiles and leans down, "And you’ll get all of our attention.“ He whispers the last part and emphasises the all

You gulp and look at him with big eyes

What exactly have you gotten yourself into? 

let me just tag you @kenmasgameboy​ so you know what trash I was talking about alsooo @saucysamu​ @shoyosun​ since Osamu is included 

[writingsbymarie]

X - Rafe Cameron x reader

(my gif)

Word count: 2,124

Warnings: Fluff, and it’s a little steamy not gonna lie, implied sexy times 

A/n: So this is based off the song X by the Jonas Brothers if you want to listen to that while reading. 

Summary: You, Rafe, Topper, Sarah, and Kelce take a trip to the Bahamas. You and Rafe both have feelings for each other. What happens when you both are drunk at the club, and Rafe finally makes a move.  

You don’t exactly know how you got convinced to join in on this small vacation to The Bahamas. It was winter break for college, and You, Rafe, Sarah, Kelce, and Topper were about to board the Cameron plane for a week in the Bahamas. You had been friends with the Camerons since you can remember. You were the same age as Rafe, but he was a couple months older than you. You two were pretty good friends since you grew up together, but as you got older there was tension in your friendship. To everyone around you, it was obvious that you and Rafe liked each other much more than friends, but neither of you was willing to make a move. 

Rafe had his pilot license, but you didn’t exactly trust him with his drinking, and drug habits. He reassured you that he would be 100% sober while flying a plane saying he wasn’t that crazy which made you feel a bit better, but you were still nervous to be flying in a small plane. 

You were currently walking your suitcase to the plane giving Rafe a smile, and wave as you exited your Brothers car who dropped you off. You said Goodbye to your brother, and started to walk towards the group of young adults and teens.

“Y/n is finally here! Time to blow this place” Sarah laughed coming to give you a hug. You rolled your suitcase to the plane, and Rafe gestured for you to let him grab your suitcase. He grabbed it and loaded it into the plane.

“Thanks Rafe” 

“Of course I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself,” he said sarcastically and you rolled your eyes.

“Ha ha you’re so funny” you joked, and he just laughed, and both of you headed for the front plane entrance. Rafe climbed in, and turned around holding his hand out to help you get into the plane. You smiled and grabbed his hand, and he pulled you into the plane with a little too much force, so once you were up you ran into his body placing your hands on his chest, and his landed on your waist to steady you. 

“Guess I’m a little too strong” he whispered, and your face went bright red, and you quickly backed away brushing yourself off, and he just laughed. You weren’t going to lie. It felt so good having his hands on your hips. His touch felt like fire, and you wanted to feel that again. Rafe walked to the pilot seat, and Kelce was sitting in the Passenger seat, and you Sarah, and Topper sat in the back. 

The flight wasn’t too bad. You ended up falling asleep towards the end, and Sarah had to shake you awake once you landed. The boys quickly exited the plane you and Sarah getting out last. Topper helped Sarah out of the plane, and Rafe quickly took Toppers place to help you making your heart skip a beat. You put your hands on his shoulders and jumped down his hands finding your hips again, and you found yourself in the same position you were in before. 

“You know I could have gotten out myself Rafe” you breathed. Your hands still on his shoulders. 

“Yeah, but I like helping you, especially if it means I get to be this close to you” he whispered the last part in your ear, and you felt your stomach do a backflip and your heart rate increase. He backed away from you with a wink leaving you standing there trying to understand what he just said to you. Rafe flirted a lot, but he was being extra flirty today, and it messed with you. You shook your head, and walked towards the rest of the group, and they were unloading the suitcases. Once they were all out of the Plane you all grabbed your suitcases and went through the small airport. Once your bags were checked Rafe had called a drive to get you guys to the house. When the car arrived you all entered. You were all jamming to the music not caring about what the driver was thinking. When you reached the house Rafe paid your driver, and you guys entered the large house. Sarah and Topper took a room together, and the rest of you took your own rooms even though you wanted to be in a room with Rafe. 

You put your suitcase on your bed, and got out your party clothes since you would be going to a club in a couple hours. Sarah came running into your room with her clothes, and make up a smile on her face.

“Time to get ready” she squealed, closing your door. There was a large mirror with a desk below it in your room where you guys would be getting ready. You decided to curl your hair, so you did that first. Sarah did the same as you guys jammed to music playing out of your speaker. You decided to put your clothes on before you did your make up. You exited the room going into the bathroom next to your room seeing Rafe was in the room right across from yours. You put on your white tube top and a floral short skirt. You looked in the mirror, and you actually felt hot in this outfit. You were hoping that you would catch the attention of the golden-haired boy in the room across from yours. The last thing you wanted to see was Rafes hands all over another girl at the club tonight, so maybe tonight would be the night he would have his hands all over you. 

You opened the door of the bathroom stepping out to hit something solid. ‘When you looked at Rafe he had his hand up as if he was about to knock as you exited the room. 

“Sorry” you giggled, but he didn’t respond at first. He was most definitely checking you out. His eyes went from your face, and scanned your body. 

“No need to apologize” he smirked, and you felt your heart flutter, but you decided that you needed to do some kind of flirting back this time. So you smiled softly, and pushed past him dragging your hand against his body softly as you did. Before you entered the room you looked back at him.

“Hey Rafe”

“What”

“Next time you’re going to check me out try and not make it that obvious” you winked, and then re-entered your room leaving Rafe frozen by your flirty comment. 

Sarah was now dressed. She was wearing a cute blue short sundress with white flowers. She was currently working on her makeup, and you came up next to you to work on yours. You started with some foundation, and then some highlighter.

“So what's going on between you and my brother” she hinted, and you almost dropped your brush.

“Um nothing” you defended, but she was convinced.

“There is obviously something between you guys, I’m very observant I see the way you look at each other, and friends don’t look at each other like that” 

“Rafe and I are just best friends,” you said, and it sounded more like you were trying to convince yourself than Sarah. 

“Whatever you say” Sarah sang as she walked away from the mirror to grab something. You finished up your eye makeup, but Sarah had you thinking. Was it that obvious you liked Rafe?

-

When it was time to go to the club the boys knocked on your door telling you guys that the uber was here to drive you. You and Sarah told the boys to meet you in the car as you grabbed a small bottle of vodka to pregame in the car. You ran out of the house to meet the boy who was already in the car. You passed around the bottle of vodka in the car, and everyone took a bit to start the night off. It was travel size so it was gone pretty quick. When you guys finally reached the club you were a bit buzzed, but you were ready to party. You guys entered the club lights flashing and music blasting. Topper and Sarah went to go dance, and Kelec went to find a girl leaving you, and Rafe together.

“You want to get Margaritas?” he asked leaning close to your ear so you could hear him over the music.

“Sure” you yelled back. He laced your hands together as you made your way through the crowd. You loved the feeling of his hand in yours. You never wanted to let go. Once you reached the bar he let go of your hand, and it felt empty. You both took a seat at the bar, and Rafe ordered two Margaritas, and two shots. The bartender made the drinks and handed them to you. Rafe quickly took the shot, and you weren’t going to lie. Watching him take the shot was hot. You quickly took yours forcing the liquid down your throat. 

“You look really beautiful tonight,” Rafe said out of nowhere, and you almost choked on your Margarita.

“Thanks, Rafe” 

“You look beautiful every night” he continued, and you felt like your face was on fire. 

“Rafe” you started, but he stopped you.

“Let go dance” he insisted, holding out his hand for you to grab, and you took it immediately. Maybe tonight was going to the night his hands were on you. 

Rafe dragged you through the crowd until you found a pretty open spot. At first, you just swayed to the beat, and Rafe frowned. He grabbed both your hands and began to move them back and forth. With the alcohol in your system, your anxieties started to go away, and you began to let yourself go. You moved your hips and got into the music. Rafe grabbed your hands and spun you in a circle, your skirt twirling as you spun. After the spin, you found yourself falling into his body and you wrapped your arms around his neck and his hands found your waist. You both swayed to the music and you had a constant smile on your face. You leaned your head in the crook of his neck, your body as close as it could be to his. His hands were firm on your hips as you danced. Eventually, his hands wrapped around your lower back pulling you even closer than you thought was possible. You could feel his hands start to trail down further, but he was hesitant, so you placed your hands over his and moved them from you lower back to your ass, and he groaned. Rafe became a bit more confident with his touches, and he was feeling up and down your body.  At some point you found yourself turning around your back pressed against his chest. His hand found your waist yet again. You could feel his breath on your neck and it made you shiver. This whole situation was way out of your comfort zone, but with the alcohol running through your system your brain didn’t seem to care. You felt Rafe's lips ghost your neck and you swore you almost moaned. Both your hips were swaying to the beat of the music and things were definitely starting to get a little PG-13, so you turned around to face him again. This time your foreheads were connected, and your lips were so close. You just had to move an inch or two and your lips would be on his. 

“Do we want to cross this line?” you whispered to him. You had already done things that best friends don’t do, but kissing him would change everything. But instead of responding he connected his lips to yours. Your eyes widened for a second, but you quickly closed them kissing him back. His hands found your ass again, and you found your hands in his hair pulling on it a bit making him moan into the kiss. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, and your tongues battled for dominance, him obviously winning. His hands moved from your ass to your cheeks. When you pulled apart you made eye contact with his ocean blue eyes. They were a bit darker than usual which made your stomach have the feeling of butterflies. 

“I’ve wanted to do that since freshman year” he admitted with one of his hands still on your cheek. You leaned into his touch closing your eyes to the feeling of his large hand caressing your cheek.

“You and me both” you breathed. 

“Do you want to get out of here” he whispered into your ear. You felt his breath against your neck, and you almost gasped. Before you had the chance to answer his lips were on your neck.

“Yes please” and with that Rafe grabbed your hand, and you left the club knowing you were in for a hell of a night.   

Master list

[superwho-am-i-kidding]

Raise the Stakes (PART 1)

Illogical husbands! There's never enough content for this ship, I swear. This is going to be a 3 part story, so keep an eye out in the coming days for the next parts! When they're posted, they will be linked here: (PART 2) (PART 3)

This part has minimal trigger warnings, though the next one will have more. This part only mentions "off-screen" death and anxiety.

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Bill wearily dragged his luggage behind him as he heavily got into a taxi. The rain outside was near deafening, and he had to shout for the driver to hear where he was going. “Broadchurch!”

“Aye,” the man replied, starting out on the journey that was sure to take far longer than he would have liked. Bill sat back in the seat and closed his eyes, letting out a long sigh. He was finally on his way home. He opened his eyes a while later and pulled out his phone, glancing at the time. He had already been asleep for over an hour. Alec had to be on his way to work by now. Bill shook his head, knowing the detective; he was probably already there. His thumb automatically selected the speed dial, and the phone sprang to life.

“Angel,” a fond voice came through the speaker after two rings, the Scottish accent pouring thickly through the line. Bill didn’t realize how much he had missed it. “How was your flight?”

“Long,” Bill complained. “I don’t understand why I have to keep going back to Saint Louis. You know I’d rather just stay home with you.”

“You have to present your findings,” Alec said. “Get your name in all the American papers and magazines.”

Bill sighed, a small smile on his lips as he leaned his head back. “I only need my name on one thing.”

“Mm, and what is that?” Bill could hear the mischievous tone in Alec’s voice.

“Our wedding license.”

Alec chuckled warmly. “Still can’t convince you to take my name, can I?”

“I’ve got the doctorate. The name stays,” Bill said firmly.

“So I’ve heard. Stubborn bastard.”

Bill snorted, “Would you like to be the pot or the kettle?”

“Kettle,” Alec decided. Bill let out a bark of laughter. “What? What did I say?”

“Nothing, dear. Just the way you say ‘kettle’ is funny.”

“I’m glad I could amuse you,” Alec grumbled.

Bill sighed into the comfortable silence that fell between them. “I miss you,” he said quietly.

“You’ll be home soon, angel,” Alec comforted him. “I’ll wait for you here.”

“Don’t you need to be at work?”

Alec sighed. “I am. I’m working on a case from home. I’ll explain it when you get here.” He sighed again, quieter this time. “I love you, angel. Even when I’m gone, I’ll always love you.”

Bill snorted tiredly. “Don’t even think about it, mister. You’re not tapping out until I say you can. And that won’t be for a while. I don’t care what cases your boss puts you on.”

“Right,” Alec took a breath. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

Bill smiled. “I know. I’ll be at the house in less than twenty minutes, and I expect a grand welcome.”

“Anything,” Alec replied. “Anything for you. I love you,” he insisted.

Bill smiled once more. “I love you, too, my dearest. I’ll be home in a jiffy.” He closed his eyes once more, only to open them again when the driver spoke.

“How long have you been gone?”

“Three terrible weeks,” Bill replied. “I had meetings every day. I can’t wait to be back in my own bed.”

“I’d keep my guard up in bed,” the driver scoffed. “D’you know what’s been going on in Broadchurch lately?”

A pit settled into Bill’s stomach. “I haven’t heard of anything since that killer a few years back. What happened?”

The driver shrugged. “The killer you mentioned, the Butcher. He escaped from prison a week ago. So far, I’ve heard five people turned up dead, and they’re not any closer to finding him.”

“What?” Bill shook his head. “That’s impossible! The Butcher was put in the most secure prison in the area.”

“Not secure enough, I guess,” he said. “I heard he’s gonna disappear soon. Get rid of the pigs on his trail and vanish. I’d wait until he does.”

“How far away are we?”

The driver glanced at the map on his phone. “Got another five minutes, I think.”

Bill’s knee began bouncing restlessly as he stared at the gray scenery outside of his window. The taxi finally stopped outside of Bill’s home and he stumbled to get out as quickly as possible. “Thank you,” he handed the driver a handful of crumpled dollars. “Keep the change.” He bustled up the driveway and pounded on the door. “Alec? I’m home.” His heart sped up when there was no answer. “Alec! Alec!” His fist kept beating the wood of the door.

The door swung open and Bill caught sight of Alec pulling up the zipper to his pants. “Angel! I was in the bathroom. Are you alright?” His brown eyes were wide with worry.

Bill flung himself into Alec’s arms and whimpered. “I missed you.”

Alec let out his breath. “I missed you, too.”

Bill pulled back after a moment. “Did you wash your hands?”

“You were screaming your bloody lungs out at the front door! Wasn’t exactly my first priority.”

“That’s how germs are spread. Go wash,” Bill pushed lightly on Alec’s chest.

“You go put on something dry. You’re dripping water all over the floor.”

“I think I need a hot shower.”

“What about a bath, hm? I’ll join you,” he winked.

Bill laughed. “That sounds lovely, my dear. Thank you.”

Alec made his way to the bathroom and began running the tap. It warmed quickly, though the filling process was slow. Bill came into the room a moment later and dropped his heavy clothes into a soggy puddle on the floor. He stepped into the tub and sighed, leaning back onto the lean chest behind him. Alec wrapped his arms around the doctor, planting a kiss on the back of his head. “Would you like me to wash your hair?”

Bill hummed an affirmation, closing his eyes and leaning his head back. “You’re too good to me.”

“I know,” Alec craned forward and kissed the extended neck of the man in front of him. “My shampoo or yours?”

“Yours, obviously.”

“Obviously,” Alec parroted fondly. He took some shampoo in his hand and began massaging it into Bill’s scalp. The doctor practically purred beneath his strong fingers. “That good, huh?”

“I’ve had to do it myself for a month,” Bill whined. “It’s impossible to massage your own head.”

“You poor thing.”

“I know,” Bill sank down a bit more into the water. “Maybe I will take your name…” he mumbled.

Alec sputtered in surprise, his hands freezing. “What?”

Bill shrugged, fidgeting for Alec to continue massaging his head. “I’ve been married twice before. Neither marriage lasted. But, I’ve been told that the third time’s the charm. And maybe the charm is you,” Bill felt his cheeks warm slightly.

“Bill…” Alec brushed his fingers across the doctor’s head, washing away some of the shampoo. “My name isn’t going to make the marriage last. We are.” He rinsed the rest of the doctor’s hair, kissing the clean strands. “But William Hardy does have a nice ring to it.”

Bill let out a small laugh. “It also has a piece of you.”

“Angel,” Alec lifted Bill’s chin, “you have all of me. I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Bill stood and helped Alec out of the bath, both of them wrapping themselves in their bathrobes. They kissed once more before shuffling into the bedroom to change into some comfortable day clothes. “Alec?”

“Yeah?”

Bill sat on the edge of the bed as he pulled up his socks. “The case you’re working on… it doesn’t have anything to do with the Butcher escaping, does it?”

The detective stopped buttoning his shirt, “How do you know about that?”

“Cabbie told me,” Bill muttered. “Said he’s planning to go after all the cops that put him away two years ago. And after the ones trying to put him back,” he lifted his head and met the weary gaze.

“Bill…”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me you were working a case like this? I would have come home sooner!”

“Exactly why I didn’t tell you!” Alec moved to stand in front of the doctor. “I didn’t want you being put in unnecessary danger. I hoped we would get him back before you came home.”

“What about you? Don’t you think I want you to avoid unnecessary danger, too?”

“I’m careful,” Alec said. “We’re closing in. He should be back in custody within a couple of days, just you watch. In the meantime, I want you to be careful. I can’t lose you, angel.”

“You won’t,” Bill promised. He yawned and turned onto the bed. “Smells like you,” he commented, eyes closed as he lay on his pillow.

“It smelled like you. I missed you,” Alec sighed, perching on the edge of the bed to pull the blankets over Bill. “Holding your pillow helped me sleep.”

Bill opened one eye and smiled. “You like how I smell?”

“Of course I do,” Alec shook his head. “You’d know if I didn’t.” Bill hummed, closing his eyes again. “Didn’t realize you were so tired. I’ll let you sleep.”

“Jetlag,” Bill mumbled. “Just need a couple hours to shake it off.” He whined when Alec’s phone rang.

“It’s Miller,” Alec said. “I have to take this. Get some rest, okay?”

Bill nodded, slipping into sleep almost immediately. When he woke up, the sun was low in the sky. He sat up and stretched, letting out a groan. “Alec?” He shambled downstairs, not finding the detective in the living room. Bill entered the kitchen, a worried frown on his face. “Alec?”

The detective spun around, his face pale and eyes bright with anxiety. “Bill!”

Bill frowned deeper when he took in the alcohol in Alec’s hand. “What’s the matter?” He gasped in surprise when Alec pulled him into a vicelike embrace. “You’re scaring me,” his voice trembled.

“M’ sorry…” Alec sniffed. “Went to the station after Miller called. The Butcher is still killing. We’re at six victims now. I have to stop him, but I don’t know if I have the strength.”

“Alec,” Bill sighed. “You’re the strongest man I’ve ever met. If anyone is going to catch this guy, it’s going to be you.”

“You think?”

Bill smiled, cradling the detective’s face with one hand. “I know it.” He leaned forward and kissed the man’s nose. “You’re smart, too. You’ll figure this out soon.”

“I love you,” Alec whimpered quietly.

Bill shushed him with a gentle kiss. “Let’s sit down, hm?” He led them to the living room and sat down on the couch. Bill sat back on the couch and pulled Alec to his chest. “Do you want to talk about who it was?”

Alec shook his head. “M’ not supposed to tell you…”

“That’s alright, dear, I understand.”

“But I have to tell you,” Alec looked up, his eyes bearing windows to the torment within. “It was Thomas Brooks.”

“The doctor?” Bill gasped. “But who will take care of his patients?”

“That’s why I had to tell you,” Alec sighed. “I know they’ll ask you to take over.”

Bill softened his expression. “And you knew I wouldn’t be able to say no.” He looked over towards his phone as it began to ring. “I have to say yes,” he picked up the device and met Alec’s eyes.

“I know,” he sighed.

“This is Dr. Masters,” Bill answered the call. “I heard he had gotten free, yes… Dear lord, that’s dreadful. I couldn’t imagine… It would be my pleasure to help you during this hour of need… Yes, I will see you soon. Goodbye.”

Alec clung tighter to Bill’s chest. “Promise me you’ll be careful. Don’t ever be alone in a room with a patient, even if they seem harmless. Please, just promise me that.”

Bill rested his cheek on top of Alec’s head. “I promise you, dear, that I will do everything in my power to keep myself safe until that madman is caught.”

“Thank you,” Alec whispered. “I’ll do everything I can to keep you safe, as well. Do you trust me?” He looked up, locking gazes with the stormy eyes in front of him.

“With my life.” They sat together on the sofa for a while before Bill glanced at his watch and sighed. “I should get to the hospital. They need me.”

“I need you,” Alec muttered.

“You have me, dearest,” Bill sighed softly. “You always will.” He gently pulled Alec from him. “It’s just overnight,” he assured. “I’ll be home tomorrow morning before you even get the chance to miss me.”

“I already do.”

Bill forced himself to stand and open the suitcase that sat at the foot of the stairs. He pulled out a button down shirt and a bowtie, quickly putting them on. “Get some sleep, love. And please remember to eat something for dinner.”

Alec nodded, following Bill to the front door. He kissed the doctor slowly. “I love you so much, Bill.”

“I love you more,” he replied. Bill closed the door behind him and unlocked his car. He quickly got in and locked the doors behind him. He took a deep breath and started the car, making short time of the distance to the hospital. He parked and entered the building hastily, looking over his shoulder. The receptionist at the front greeted him warmly and directed him to the floors he would be attending. He grabbed a black coffee from the lounge and downed it, gathering his first clipboard of the evening.

[signorcerullo]

Let's be honest olivia wrote drivers license for stalia 😂

Absolutely! It fits so well, especially when you think of all the car imagery that’s present in stalia’s and Malia’s stories. 

Like, how the “I’d never leave without you,” happened in the Jeep, which is basically stalia’s I love you. 

'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

That line, just... it fits that senario perfectly. “I’d never leave without you,” “I’d never leave you behind,” is literally them saying they’re gonna stay with the other forever. And Malia started that whole thing in the Jeep. 

And the whole narrative with Malia actually getting her license in S5 and really struggling with it cause of the car crash with her family (even though Stiles wasn’t there for any of that but that’s just cause the writers kinda forgot they were a thing in S5 and started pushing that whole Malia/Theo narrative *barfs*).

I got my driver's license last week / Just like we always talked about / 'Cause you were so excited for me / To finally drive up to your house 

And most imprtantly: When Malia finally gets her license she picks Stiles up in her car and they break up... in the car... like, hello?? It was literally written for them you are correct!!

And you're probably with that strawberry blonde girl / She's everything I'm insecure about

How Lydia has always been this perfect girl that Stiles idolizes. Lydia throws the best parties, she’s popular, she’s amazing at math, she knows how to talk to people, everyone loves her. Lydia is literally great at everything Malia struggles with after getting turned human again. 

God, I'm so blue, know we're through / But I still fuckin' love you, babe / I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one

Just... this is Malia in 6A. No one can convince me otherwise. 

Thank you so much for the anon💞 I know you didn’t ask for an analysis but I couldn’t help myself!

[taking-over-his-life]

Colt

 Written by my internet friend Colt many years ago.

     I woke up to the intense pain like that of a migraine headache.  I could feel every hair on my body it seemed, with an undertow of muscle aches all over my body.  My mind was spinning round and round, trying to figure out where I was.  The room was dark, I could sense that the room was strangely familiar, but I couldn’t make the connection.  Oh, the pain, how I wished it would go away.   As I grappled to sit upright, the pain instantly started to tighten its grip on my head.  My eyes started adjusting to the darkness of the room.  Fear and panic started to run through my mind, this just wasn’t where I remember going to sleep.

       The last thing that I remember was that I had gone to a friend’s party.  I had started feeling strange at the party so I had left and went home.  I vaguely recall entering my house and going to my bedroom and falling face first onto my bed.  And that was all I wrote. 

       But, now here I am in this room that I have no idea how I came to be in.  My eyes started adjusting to the darkness of the room.  I could make out that there were two small kids sleeping on cots, and another person that I could hear breathing but couldn't place where they were.  I realized that I was now sitting up on a sleeping bag that was on the floor.  My brain struggled to figure out where the hell I was.  Completely paralyzed by the fear I felt continued its grip on me.   And the ungodly pain in my head.  I couldn't even wish that much pain on even my worst enemy.  Yet, for some reason, the surroundings were so familiar, but I couldn't make the connection with my excruciating level of pain.  I must be having one of my migraines and hallucinating at the same time.  That was the only explanation that I could think of at this point.

       When I quit trying so hard to remember my surroundings, the answer hit me with a vengeance.  The room I was in was my Aunt and Uncle’s basement.  Their basement had a one very large room with a pool table, tables, couches, and a bar.  Ok, I must be dreaming, this just can’t be real.  It didn’t make any sense to me.  As I sat up on the sleeping bag, I realized that I was wearing full biker leathers.  Judging by what I could feel against my skin, I had on a pair of leather pants tucked into tall boots, a leather shirt, a leather jacket and tight fitting gloves on.  The leather felt very warm, moist, and sweat soaked against my skin.  The leather felt like it fit me like a glove all over my body which felt soothing on my ragged nerves. My eyes had now adjusted to the darkness and I could see well enough to get around the basement.    

       I NEED air!  I couldn’t make any sense of how I come to be in these surroundings.   I was still petrified of what has happened to me, and maybe some fresh air will help.  I carefully stepped around the obstacles in the basement, acting like a cat trying not to make a sound as I made my way upstairs.   The boots and leathers I was wearing started to make plenty of noise, so I did my best to adjust my movements to quiet down the leather creaking.  It seemed as though my hearing abilities were magnified greatly over normal, it must have been the fact that it was dark in the room and of course the fear I was experiencing.  It seemed to take forever climbing up the non-carpeted steps without making any discernable level of noise.  After climbing up the steps, I found myself in the kitchen.  I needed something to drink to my quench my dry mouth.  I carefully opened up the fridge and grabbed a Mountain Dew (I almost did not recognize the Mountain Dew can) and left the kitchen.  Finding the back door to the house, I gently opened the door so as to not wake anyone up.  I stepped outside onto the cool patio cement floor, it was obviously summer time.  I set my Mountain Dew down on the patio table.  The night was deafening to me, it just seemed too quiet for some reason.  As I sat down on a bench on the patio in the bright moonlight, I could see something that almost gave me a heart attack.  In the driveway were my cousin’s Torino, '40 Ford and my Uncle’s Dodge truck that they had back in the early 70s.  Also in the driveway were two Harley Davidson motorcycles.  The Harleys could explain why I'm clad in full biker leathers. This can’t be real!  I went and looked at the license plate of truck, and it had 1973 stamped into it.  Looking out towards the front of the house, I could see my Dad’s GMC pickup truck with its camper shell on it that we had back then too.  In front of Dad's truck, was a Chevy Malibu.  It looked as though we were on one our annual summer vacations back to Denver Colorado.  I could feel something in one of the pockets of my jacket; it was a pack of Marlboro reds in a box that were just a bit smashed.  I managed to pull out a few cigs without breaking them.  The cigs were not totally damaged, just a bit bent from being squished a bit in my jacket from laying on them.  My hands were very shaky trying to strike a match to light up that magic first Marlboro.  My leather covered hands finally made the match come to life and lit that first Marlboro.  I took a very slow and deep drag, feeling my tenseness starting to subside 

somewhat.  Exhaling slowly making smoke rings in the night air with the bright moonlight casting its light on the rings.  The smoke rings against the bright moonlit night fascinated me for a few minutes distracting me from my situation.  I was completely puzzled, trying to figure out a rational explanation for my predicament.  I could only remember that when I went to sleep last night, the year was 2003, 30 years from where I was now.  And all of a sudden I realized I’m NOT the same person.  In the summer of 1973, I was only 9 years old, how could I be this adult sized person?  As I finished that first cig, I started to panic again with a new found fear, I lit another cig.  Then I popped the top of the Mountain Dew can on the table.  I took a big gulp of the magic Mountain Dew, cooling my throat all of the way down to my stomach.

       Realizing that there was something in one of the jacket pockets, I reached into the pocket pulled out a wallet.  I slowly opened the wallet, afraid of what I would find; I hadn’t even looked at myself in a mirror yet.  Using the bright moonlight, I looked at a driver’s license for someone that never existed, yet here it is.  The license was a Florida driver’s license.  Well, my family used to live there in 1973.  I carefully inspected the license, looking at the picture, the printed information, realizing that I must truly be this “new” person.  The name printed on the license was Kirk Derek Colten McCormack; the birthday was October 15, 1956; and the address was where we had lived in Florida at that time.  OOOOOh my God!!!!!  I must be somebody else, but in my own family?  The Twilight Zone was REALLY  happening to me I thought.  My hands still shaking, I lit another cig.   Right now, I couldn’t get enough nicotine to alleviate my fears and anxieties.  At that point, I couldn’t discern one reality from the next.  I was in a REAL Twilight Zone.  Where was Rod Serling?  He had to be around here somewhere telling the television audience of my predicament it seemed.   Did I really look like the guy in the license picture?  My curiosity compelled me to run over to my Uncle’s truck to look in the mirror to see what I looked like.  The reflection startled me so much that I jumped back a bit after the initial view of myself in the mirror.  It was ME, the guy in the license picture and in the mirror.  Yikes!  I could swear I must be having a nervous crack-up or something. 

       I know I must be dreaming this whole thing.  I thought I should just go inside and go to sleep and I will reawake in the year 2003 where I belong as Jeremy McCormack.  Quietly opening the back door to the house, I slipped inside.  I decided to lay down on the couch in the family room.  To my relief I fell asleep rather quickly. 

 Chapter Two

       I awoke suddenly to someone shaking my shoulder.  I opened my eyes slowly, hoping that I had just been experiencing a vivid nightmare and that all was back to normal.  My Aunt Ruth and I made eye contact and it startled me.  Oh, my God!  It looked as though I was going to continue to suffer this mind bending nightmare.  Aunt Ruth was talking to me, but I really couldn’t make sense of what she was saying.  She repeated what she had just said to me.  Aunt Ruth kept saying that I didn’t look very well, and that I appeared to have a very high fever.  Her hands were like ice on my face.  Aunt Ruth said it must be all of the leather I was wearing.  I think I was delirious to say the least.  All of a sudden, my “brother” Jeremy and sisters Rebecca and Jeanette popped their faces in front of me asking me if I was alright.   I jumped back a bit again, seeing my “own” self in front of me. At that moment I was truly freaked out and jumpy to say the least.  It seemed like everyone in the house (my parents, cousins, brother and sisters and my Aunt and Uncle) were surrounding me like I was the star attraction, looking at me making their own diagnosis of the situation.  I could sense that they must have thought I was high on something, because of the way I was acting (not realizing at the moment that Colt experimented with drugs occasionally).  Finally I sat up, still feeling dizzy.  I finally convinced everyone that I had a migraine last night and just needed to take a shower and clean up and that that would help me feel better.  I somehow managed to stand up even though I was a little disoriented and negotiated the steep staircase to the basement.  I now realized that I was feeling the same way I did when I went asleep in 2003.  Someone must have slipped me some kind of drug back in 2003, and I was just having a brilliant nightmare.  My thoughts were that I must go with the flow of this “dream” so I could survive it and then it would be over and I could return to who I was originally. 

       I went downstairs into the basement.  I found where "my" stuff was which was in a duffle type bag next to a sleeping bag on the floor near my Uncle's pool table.  I opened up the bag to go through the duffle bag looking for some clothes to change into after I took a shower.  Somehow I had to get some time alone, to try and get my wits together.  While I continued to be in deep thought, Dad walked over to me asked whether or not that I felt good enough to still go on our planned motorcycle ride.   I quickly answered that I thought it sounded groovy. Going for a motorcycle ride would most definitely give me the time to sort things out without too many interruptions.  I could then deal with my situations without my family thinking that I was an absolute stoner and high on something.

        I went back to rummaging through the duffle bag so I could get a better idea of who I was now, that is when I discovered quite a surprise.  I had mostly motorcycle leathers, 3 or 4 pairs of leather pants, several pairs of tall boots, several pair of leather western shirts, a leather vest and several motorcycle jackets completed the leather gear.  The scent of the leather gave me a momentary "high" that I could never get enough of to tell the truth.  I was rather stunned for a minute.  The leather gear was very soft and actually rather stylish for the time.  Several pairs of the leather pants, some were the 70s style bell bottom styles.  A couple pairs of pants were vintage (to me any how) motorcycle styled with zippered pockets instead of the regular kind of pockets.  What surprised me was the fact, that there were motorcycle leathers in the suitcase.  My last “lifetime,” we didn’t own any street motorcycles, just an old dirt bike. The rest was the usual 70s styled clothes and stuff of the like.  There was also a small box that was full of Indian turquoise silver jewelry.   

       I settled on a set of leathers similar to what I was already wearing.  A sleeveless black leather western shirt, a pair of breeches, and a pair of highly polished knee high engineer boots (which I had on at the moment).  I went to the bathroom, closed the door, and began to take off my sweat soaked leathers.  I started with taking off my gloves. On my fingers were several Indian silver rings and a wide silver bracelet laden with different colors of turquoise.  When I slipped off my jacket, I noticed a wide black leather watchband.  I sat down on the toilet and pulled off my glossy boots.  When I took off my leather shirt, I felt that I had a few silver necklaces around my neck.  I pulled off a leather strap that held my long hair into a pony tail.  I felt a thick mustache on my face that was shaped like an upside down horseshoe.  I finished getting undressed and turned on the hot water to the shower and slowly entered the stream of hot water.  The hot steamy water of the shower beating down on my face felt so refreshing.  

I soaped myself up thoroughly not paying attention to my "new" body.  I did notice that when I was washing my hair that I had several earrings pierced in my left ear.  I must be really into jewelry.  My life in 2003 I could have cared less when it came to any kind of jewelry.  The hot water soothed and relaxed my entire body.  After I was rinsed clean I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off.  That was when I noticed that there was a full length mirror on the back side of the bathroom door.  I took a towel and cleaned the steam off of the mirror.  I looked in the mirror, and I noticed my “new” body was quite attractive.  The reflection of my “new” face in the mirror was a young teenager and those pearly whites were flawless looking.  I stood probably about 6' tall and my body was very muscular as though I spent years lifting weights.  My straight, thick, long, dark brown hair fell between my shoulder blades.  My long brown hair was so soft and silky.   My face had chiseled features with a pearly white smile that was just flawless.  My thick soft manicured mustache made me look like a rock star with my long hair.  I could now see the ear piercings in my left ear.  My darkly tanned skin was smooth, tight, with a soft and fine covering of dark brown hair all over.  My eyes were an unusual purple color that could mesmerize anyone.  My strong hands started feeling all over my body sensing the newness of it all.  My hands of course found their way to my crotch.  My hands found my cock with huge balls and started working it over a bit.  In just seconds, it stood tall and proud at least 12 inches long and nicely thick.  Within another minute, I shot a huge load all over the full length mirror on the back side of the bathroom door.  The orgasm seemed to last for minutes, and a release that I so desperately needed.  At that moment, I froze for a moment as I shockingly discovered that I was staring at TWO cocks both hard as a rock.  When I had shot my load, it came from BOTH cocks.  Ok, so now I am some sort of freak was the next thought on my mind.  But then I realized that two cocks were better than one, with double the pleasurable sensations.  I guess it won't be that bad being a freak.  

 Chapter Three

        My mind realized that I had better finish getting dressed.  I slipped on the cool black sleeveless western leather shirt.  The shirt fit like it was tailored for a perfect fit.  I only snapped the front of the shirt about halfway exposing the valley of my chest between my well defined pecs and the brilliant silver necklaces.  I placed the wide watchband on next.  I kept all of the jewelry on while I took my shower as didn't want to deal with that detail.  Then I slipped into the black leather breeches (these breeches were non-flared) making sure that I adjusted for my cocks, one down each leg.  The fly was made with exposed metal snaps from the crotch all the way up to the waistband.  Rather sexy looking I thought.  My thighs filled out the legs of the breeches so smoothly.   I tucked in my smooth black leather sleeveless western styled shirt.  Then I snapped up the fly of the breeches and buckled up the wide basket weave belt.  The pant legs, now that was a different story.  Each leg had a zipper that extended from crotch to the bottom of each pant leg.  I put on a pair of socks and then I zipped myself tightly into each leg of the breeches.  The leathers that I had just shoehorned myself into were the tightest leathers that I had ever remembered wearing in my other life.  At the bottom of each leg was an elastic stirrup that looked like it was designed to keep my breeches from bunching up when I sat or stood up.  The breeches fit perfectly like the shirt.  The breeches fit so smoothly that there was no way I could put much of anything into the pockets.  Next, I pulled on my highly polished tall engineer boots which the boot shafts came to just under my knees that were made by Dehner Boot Company.  The closest way I could describe how I looked for the most part was that of Maxwell Caulfield in the movie "Grease 2" when he was in his slick full leathers at the end of the movie.  I stared at myself in the full length mirror on the door admiring myself for a few minutes and absolutely delighted with what I saw.  I was a little narcissistic for a few minutes at my killer looks.  I finished getting ready by brushing my hair and teeth.  I tied up my long hair into a pony tail with a strip of black leather with a snap on it.  I was as ready as I could be to face more of my continuing dream.

       Mom (who wouldn’t be my Mother this time around obviously - because Mom and Dad hadn’t gotten married until 1961), knocked on the door to see if I was done, so Dad could clean up.  I told her a few more minutes and I would be done.  I quickly cleaned up my mess and finished getting myself together. 

       I went back to my sleeping bag and grabbed my 50s D-pocket styled motorcycle jacket which I noticed was lined in a light weight red perforated leather and a pair of black tight fitting gloves.  The gloves I placed into my breeches back zippered pocket about half way in.  I gently placed my mirrored aviator sunglasses on the front of my leather shirt where it was snapped up halfway.  Where I placed the glasses drew attention to my exposed chest.  These few details such as the gloves in my breeches pocket, and hanging the sunglasses onto my shirt just seemed to flow out of me naturally.  I could feel my raw sexual energy emanating from my body which I had no control over.  There seemed to be an overwhelming power over me on how I carried myself (as Colt).  My movements seemed to be guided by that power that I couldn't put my finger on.  I guess it must have been Colt's sub consciousness that was controlling me.  It seemed as thought my mind was an overlay on top of Colt's mind. 

       I double checked to make sure my wallet was still in my jacket and grabbed another pack of Marlboros and matches which I put into a pocket of the leather shirt.  I went upstairs to the kitchen where Aunt Ruth offered me breakfast, but I decided on a couple of cans of Mountain Dew instead.  My nerves were too shot to eat anything right now.  My sisters, brother (me before this dream started), and Mother were in the kitchen eating breakfast with my Aunt.  Dad was downstairs in the basement getting ready to go on our ride.

       I went outside onto the patio with my smokes and the cans of Mountain Dew.  Sitting there on the patio smoking and taking big gulps of Mountain Dew my mind was doing quick flashes of my "life" as Colt.  The temperature was warming up quickly.  It must have been around 80 F now, sunny with brilliant blue clear skies.  The time was probably around 10:00 am.  The warmth of the day made my leathers start to glue themselves to my skin.  The sensations of the leather against my body began to turn me on.  I was becoming highly aroused at this point. 

       I decided to find a distraction to suppress my hormones for a while.  I turned to my mounting curiosity to check out things around the house to see if I could remember more.  So I decided to walk around and check things out.  I walked around the house to the front yard and was checking out what I thought was a Malibu that I saw last night (I was a car enthusiast back in 2003 so this car was intriguing).  When I got closer to the car, I noticed that there were not any Malibu or Chevrolet nameplates on the car.  There were a lot of differences from that of a Malibu.  At first I thought it was a customized car but there were nameplates that read Beaumont SD and 396.  The nameplates had a maple leaf on them.  The car must be Canadian.  I thought what a strange name for a car and perplexed as to why it was in the States.  As I did a quick look over of the car, it became apparent that I was beginning to "remember" more and more of Colt (and less of my former self) and that the Beaumont was mine.  The Beaumont was red inside and out and appeared to have every gadget you could possibly order on a car back then when it was new.  The car just plain sparkled. I must have been a stickler for keeping it looking impressive all of the time. 

           As I returned to the patio to sit down, everybody except Dad and I were leaving to go visit our Grandparents.  I lit another Marlboro and opened the other can of Mountain Dew. I sat transfixed upon the gleaming Harleys sitting in the driveway.  One of the Harleys was a red and black Electra Glide with a bunch of accessories and goodies on it.  The other Electra Glide was silver and was a bit more spartan.  My mind was flashing more bits of Colt's memory.  I then knew that the red and black Electra Glide was mine.  It was a '70 model that I paid cash for.  I thought how could a teenager pay cash for a late model Harley?  I probably would remember the answer to that question soon as well.  The silver Electra Glide belonged to Dad and it was a '65 model (the first year of the electric start Harleys).  I noticed that the driveway was clear of the cars and truck.  Everyone but my Aunt must have gone to work.  On the far side of the garage was a trailer.  I suddenly remembered that Dad had towed the trailer from home.  Dad brought the Harleys in it and some of our luggage.   

       Dad called out to me from the back door of the house.  He said he would be ready in about 10 minutes.  I went inside and grabbed my jacket.  I slipped on my 50s motorcycle jacket.  The red leather lining felt terrific against my naked arms.  I stuffed my smokes into my shirt pocket.  Gently pulling my sunglasses from the front of my shirt I slid them onto my face adjusting them for the perfect position.  I grabbed my black leather gloves from the back pocket of my breeches and slowly worked each glove onto my strong hands.  I found the keys to the Harley in one of the jacket pockets.  I moaned softly with the pleasurable sensations of being totally engulfed in tight fitting, shiny, and highly polished black leathers.  DAMN!  I knew at that moment that I was HOT looking exuding sexual energy at full power.  My cocks started to snake down each leg with considerable strain as my tightly leather clad legs were doing its best to prevent it.  I knew that it would be just a matter of time before I would shoot a considerable size load of cum down each leg.  At that point I didn't care, I welcomed it actually. 

I loved it!  I went outside to the bikes and started my Harley.  Dad walked out of the house (and locked the door) fully clad in glistening black leather from his neck down.  I realized that I had an air of confidence that I had never felt or experienced even in my "previous life" being around my Father.  Dad's personality was totally different from my last "life".  Dad and I (Colt) seemed to have a very tight knit bond between us in this life.  Dad was now a very cheerful person and was insistent on having fun whenever possible.  He also had a very different physical build of his body.  He was much more muscular than he was in the other realm.  We both seemed to feed one liners to each other so we were laughing a lot. 

  Chapter Four

       Dad strutted over to his bike fluidly.  It was almost sexy.  He started his gleaming silver Harley Electra Glide.  My bike was pretty much all warmed up and ready to go. Oh the feel of the exhaust pulsating from the two Harleys just made my pulse quicken and start my adrenaline pumping.  Oh I was pretty excited about going for the ride.  I told Dad told me to lead the way as I knew how to get to Evergreen by going the long way.  We were going to have lunch in Evergreen and then cruise around and head back to my Aunt and Uncle's house in Westminster.   Dad thought our ride should last about 4-5 hours.  I then lowered myself on to my vibrating Electra Glide.  The vibrations made my cocks come to life again.  I slowly zipped up my 50s leather jacket up to the snapped lapels.  I reached up and turned up my collar to look "cool".  This ride is going to be great I thought.  I kicked my bike into first gear and slowly let the clutch out and I was heading down the driveway.  I gently eased the bike onto the street with Dad behind me.  Once I was on the street, I had to just let loose on the throttle and raced Dad to the end of the street.  Dad was right beside me.  Oh, my gawd, this was certainly better than the Harley I had in 2003.  Just feeling the raw power of the Harley going down the road was thrilling my senses.  We headed over to the Boulder Turnpike and went towards Boulder.  The warm sun beating down on my black leathers and the wind in my face and from the speed going down the highway was so invigorating.  I surely enjoyed the wind blowing through my long hair. Between feeling the heat from my leathers to the vibration from the engine of the Harley, I suddenly shot copious amounts of cum down my legs in my leather breeches.  Oh that felt so good!  What a way to have an orgasm!  I didn’t care that I was going to have a mess to clean out of my breeches when we were done with our ride. 

       As Dad and I approached Boulder (it sure looked different from what I remember in 2003), my mind was starting to remember more memories of Colt the “brother” I had become.  I was beginning to see more and more memories flashing in my mind.  It was so strange to feel my two lives becoming one.  More memories began to come through the more relaxed I became.  My old life was starting to fade to where it was beginning to seem like it was the dream.  The real Colt personality was taking over my old personality little by little.   I could feel the transformation take over me.  I was feeling so revitalized with more energy and drive, but with a sense of a responsibility that I was here to accomplish something that I couldn’t do previously.  On the west side of Boulder, Dad and I turned onto Hwy. 93 heading south towards Golden.  Oh, the thrill of it all.  Everything seemed to be making more sense and I started feeling more comfortable with myself being Colt.  I decided to let my mind relax enough so that I could remember more of Colt's memories.  Being on the motorcycle with the wind in my hair I now was able to be by myself to where I could just let the memories flow through.

[generallybarzy]

1 Year

January 22nd, 2020. That was the date it all started.

Now, it’s been a year. 

(Sorry, you don't get a read more, this is too important)

I started this blog last year, after attending a local hockey game that we get to see every year and realizing how much more I was into it than my other friends there. I went home, logged onto my other tumblr account, and started looking through random hockey tags from my [redacted] blog (y'all don't gotta know the fandoms I was into haha). For a week or so, I lurked. I saw bits and pieces of the all star game, of some of the games that were being played, but I was too scared to interact with anyone because I was joining the community so "late". I wasn't late to anything, its not like hockey is a new thing or something with a time limit, but it felt like I was behind. I wasn't a lifelong fan like some people I saw post about it, I didn't even understand what people were talking about. But I saw the game, eventually saw the cute players everyone loves, and got excited. I finally decided to make this blog, wanting to make some new friends in the hockey community. I kinda floated around hockeyblr for a while, rebloggong a few things quietly but not interacting too much because i didn't feel like i could, until my school closed down in March. After that, I turned to writing- specifically for barzy, who I had just learned about on this site. And with that writing, that very first fic that I tagged bigger writers in, trying to get some recognition, I started to gain followers. And friends.

Since i started, my followers on here have traveled with me through life. Literally. I got my drivers license, i embarrassed myself with that guy at the beach, got my first job, started (and hopefully soon finished) my senior year of highschool, and got accepted into my dream college. I didn't have online friends before this, so when I stopped be able to see my irl friends irl, you guys became just as necessary as them. We've been through highs and lows together, both irl, personally, and in this community, but honestly, i still love it here. I couldn’t be more thankful for all of you, the old and the new.  I genuinely wouldn’t have been able to get through the past year if it weren’t for this place. 

I have a whole appreciation post but some of the people who either ARE constantly in my messages or had been in the past but we haven't talked in a bit, all of these people helped me along the way. @matbaerzal (one of the very first writers who followed me on here, wow. The 10th person out of 1000 to follow me. I adore all of your stuff and look up to you so much) , @mbarzals (I think I convinced you to post your first fic, and I wrote all of Opportunities just for you, but we haven't really talked a lot in a while), @thirteenisles (mom! Helping me out a bunch, especially when I was way smaller on here and didn't have many friends, and we haven't talked in a bit and I'm so sorry), @d-cozens (has always been a solid reader, I remember you under a different user haha I've been seeing you in my notifications for the longest time), @fallinallincurls (we always talk the best concepts!!!!! I always come to you about fics!!!! In the long run, we just started talking a bit ago but you're like the sweetest person ever and I'm so happy we're moots), @softboybarzal (I can't even begin to describe how much you've helped. I'm serious. Thank you so much. Not to mention the amazing things we talk about, always making me so soft), @folkloreflyers (tk and nolan, we have the matching jerseys what can I say. We also come up with some of the best ideas), @barzzal (I deadass look up to you so much, your theme and content is god tier thank you for helping me with my header. I hope we can talk more smt), @dembenchboys (omg baby. Baby. Your messages mean so much to me and I literally light up whenever I see them. We literally don't deserve you. You're too pure and amazing for this world. An angel. I think I've forget to respond to you a few times and I feel so bad but I love you so much don't forget it!!!!!!), @canadianheaters (why do we always have the strangest conversations like idk what here but there's some cursed energy baaagghschhd anyway we come up with the best shit together like monkey suit mat), 🥔 anon, 💙 anon, 😌 anon, 🖤 anon, BLUE SHORTS ANON (I REMEMBER YOU WHERE ARE YOU) and all you other lovely followers i have who have been so supportive over the past year 💕💕💕

Now that all that sappy stuff is out of the way, here's what we'll be doing today to celebrate!

Send in your stories on how you came to find my blog and what made you stay!! Or just any stories you have about here

Request little hcs not about mat and s/o in scenarios but about small things like "does mat like coffee or tea?" or about what cute habits he might have. I feel like we don't discuss about my hc version of him enough

Also, respond to other anons and send your own hcs!!!!

The final thing is that I will be taking requests for short, personalized blurbs where you send me a prompt, a name, and stuff about yourself and I write YOU and mat instead of reader and mat.. I'll make another post about it when I'm ready to do those, probably around 2pm est.

Once again, lemme just drill it into your heads how happy I am to have all you guys, and how proud I am of where this blog has come to in a year. I couldn't have done it without any of you.💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

[bedbellyandbeyond]

Doves

(Story Post)

“How do I convince you to go to APID with me today?” “I won't. I'm not giving birth there. They'll cut me open. I absolutes will not be cut open ever again. I'd have to be on my death bed.” It was early February and Dari had been having cramps since the night before. Fay wanted him to go to APID to be properly looked after as he worried about the risks of a twin birth. Fay himself had never had twins but Dari had birthed many multiples before and was very confident he could handle himself.

“Dari, my love. Mon amour. Mon coeur. A c-section would be nothing like any of the surgeries you had in space. In fact with your experience, I bet it'd be the most stress free birth you ever had.” “Don't lie to my face.” Dari was watching Fay dress Katia for the day since he couldn't bend down to help her himself. “And I'm not even in labour. It's Braxton Hicks.” “Don't lie to my face, either,” Fay insisted. “I'm not leaving you here unattended.” “Rheni's still here,” Dari said. “God knows why… But I can do this myself. I always do it myself. If I do go into labour, I'll call you. Worst thing that could happen is you get home and there's two more babies here.” “That is not the worst thing that could happen and you don't always do it yourself,” Fay corrected. “Syd was here for both Siv and Zoe, but Syd can't come because they're sick today so I want you to be at APID so another doctor can watch you.” “How does a dragon get sick, anyway?” Dari asked. “Wasn't that the whole point of them coming back from their vacation, to cover for a sick doctor? Is there something going around targeting doctors?” “No, Reid and Syd's conditions are completely unrelated. Also this conversation is unrelated,” Fay stated. “I'm not forcing you to get a C-section. I just want a medical professional to be within reach of you today because you can't hide the fact that you've been having contractions since last night because every time you did, you kicked me in bed.” “The twins kicked you.” “No, the twins don't have size seven feet.” Dari groaned in frustration. “...I don't want to go.” “What if Camilo's there?” “He won't be. He has class...” “I forgot you keep track of his schedule like a helicopter parent.” “My only goal in life is to be a parent. You keep adding people to my life, I’m going to parent them.” “And yet you won’t act like a parent long enough to just go to my work with me so that we can lower the birth risks of this pregnancy and make sure our children are safe.” Dari crossed his arms, which wasn’t the easiest thing for him to do over his overburdened stomach. He huffed. “You know I don’t like APID. Especially since the name change. Companies only change names when they’ve done something wrong.” “Well, APID is why we can afford this house you want to stay in all day and night and I fought for that name change because the old name was exclusive to aliens and I wanted other nonhumans, myself and my children included, to be represented and not be compared to extra-terrestrial immigrants all the time, because we were born on this planet just like humans and so we shouldn’t be treated like outsiders.” Dari looked down, clenching his teeth as tears welled up in his eyes. “…I’m sorry… I get it, I’m the bad guy here…” “No, Dari…” Fay sighed rubbing his forehead. “…I understand your anxiety around this. But it’s just a matter of coming to APID where there are good facilities and great doctors, and getting through this labour together. You go all the time for the group.” “If you just want to go through this together why can’t you just stay home today with me then?” “Because we don’t have doctors at home. Maybe Milo will become a doctor one day because he loves biology, but at the moment, he’s not, I’m not, you’re not, Rheni’s not, and definitely none of the other children are.” “I know…” “So will you please come to APID with me?” “Can we bring the kids?” Fay let out a long sigh. “…Okay, we’ll bring the kids.”

It took an extra hour to get everyone ready to go. Rheni insisted on coming along to help watch the kids, so he wouldn't be bored at home alone, so calls had to be made to allow him permission. Fay never thought he'd ever be driving a ten-seat van, but when you have five kids in car seats, two more on the way, and a seven-foot red boy, transportation options were very limited. He felt like a bus driver with everyone packed in so tightly. Milo was too big even to sit in the back with his siblings, so he had to sit up front while Dari sat in the back. Fay had been insisting for years that Dari should get his driver’s license so the fish wasn't the only one who could chauffeur everyone around, but it was another one of Dari's fears and it had been dismissed many times. Thankfully, Rheni took up virtually no space. When they did finally arrive, Dari still didn't want to go to the hospital ward. After clearing it with the director, Fay arranged an unused room for them all to hang out in for the time being as he didn't have the energy to argue with him. The kids were more enthusiastic about it than their parents. The first thing Otter proposed was Hide-n-Seek, but Fay shut that down really quickly. Milo had been smart enough to bring some board games along, so they had a family game day for a bit. Halfway through a game of scrabble with Milo and Rheni, Dari asked for help standing up. “Fay, where's the bathroom?” “Oh, I can show you.” Fay was playing Snakes and Ladders with the others while feeding Zoe. “Would you like some help?” “No, no. Just tell me where,” Dari said while Milo got him upright. “You finish with Zoe.” “Okay, it's down the hall on the right,” Fay said. “I really could just bring Zoe with us.” “I don't need—” Dari froze as a sudden rush of fluid soaked his pants. “Fuck.” Fay got up immediately. “It's time, my love.” “…No.” “Dari.” Fay took the babe off his chest and handed her to Rheni. “Your water just broke.” “I peed myself.” “Do you really want to make that the narrative you tell in front of your children?” Fay asked, putting his hands on Dari's shoulders. "You're water broke. We're going to go down to the hospital ward. I have a wheelchair right outside for you.” Dari just went silent and held his stomach stubbornly. Fay picked him up. “Milo, Rheni. Please stay here with the kids for now.” “I wanna go too!” Ariane whined. “We can go down later when your Dad's settled in, okay?” Rheni said. “Fay, we've got this. Go on.” “Thank you,” Fay said before heading out the door. He found the wheelchair he'd prepared and set Dari down in it. “My sweet thing, aren't you excited?” Dari still didn't say anything, just silently grimacing down at the ground. Fay pushed him out to the elevators and set it to the medical ward. He didn't understand why Dari was being so stubborn, but he knew from experience that Dari's births typically proceeded very quickly so he couldn't take any chances and they needed to get him ready as quickly as possible. “My love, what's going on?” Fay asked. “Why are you resisting this?” Dari scrunched up his nose and sniffled, not saying a word. “Mon dieu, are you okay? How bad is the pain? One to ten.” “It's not the contractions…” Dari let out. “…I don't want this to end…” The doors opened and Fay sighed, pushing him out. “Everything ends, my love…” They got to the reception area where Köbi was at the front desk taking patients. He saw them come in and immediately got up to help. “Oh, hello! Babies coming, yes?” Fay hadn't yet had the chance to meet Köbi before but he looked capable enough. “Yes, we're having twins and his births traditionally go very very quickly.” “Right, I'll get a stretcher and—” “No, just push me,” Dari emitted. Köbi paused, not really sure what to say. “Um…” “Just show us where to go,” Fay said. “I called down earlier for a birthing pool?” “Yes, it's ready!” Köbi said. “This way, please. And congratulations!” He took them to the prepared room and finished getting things ready for them. By the time he himself was prepared, Fay already had Dari stripped and in the water of the little pool, rubbing his back and belly. “Come on, my love,” Fay said. “You can do this.” “I know…” Dari stated, holding his stomach through a contraction. “Don't let him touch me…” “Dari, he's a professional.” “I've never met that man in my life… He's not allowed to touch me.” Fay sighed but addressed Köbi. “Hey, I know this is a little unorthodox, but we're very used to unassisted births with just a professional on standby to help, so if you could just wait in case we need you, that would be really great.” Köbi quickly. “That's fine! I have everything you need set up and, um, I'm Köbi by the way.” “Right. Uh, I'm Fay and this is my husband Dari,” Fay said. “He looks like you,” Dari muttered. “Dari, you can't say that… We don't look that alike.” “I don't mean it like that. You actually do look a lot alike. Big fucking hair and all…” “Are you ready to push? I'm going to check your progress…” Köbi just stood awkwardly to the side and watched. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do. He figured he could rearrange the baby blankets some more… “You're completely dilated already,” Fay said. “Push, my love.” Dari scrunched up his face and gave out a loud groan. Fay paused and looked at him. “…Did you…did you just fake a push?” “What? Of course not! Are you stupid?” “Dari, you have to give birth! You can't hold them in!” “I’m pushing!” “Is something wrong?” Köbi asked. “Do you need help?” “No!” Dari said immediately, before letting a contraction rake through his body. He gasped in pain, curling over his stomach. “Please, sweet thing. Why are you resisting this? It's not good!” Fay insisted. “You need to push…” “I am…” On his next contraction, Dari actually bore down. The head of the first baby immediately popped free. Fay sighed in relief. “Yes! Amazing! That's the first head! You can do it!” “Incredible…” Köbi murmured to himself in awe. “Come on, Dari. A big push and the first is here,” Fay said. “They're already part of the way.” Dari sniffled and sobbed, pushing again with less enthusiasm. It was enough however for the shoulders to come out and Fay pulled the newborn out the rest of the way. He brought her up and onto Dari's chest, her little tail beginning to stir and flap like a fish out of water. Dari's hands shook as he put his hands over her back. “That's one, Dari. She's beautiful,” Fay said. “Only one more to go. Köbi, could you bring over a towel, please?” As the angel did as instructed, Dari's face scrunched up in despair. “Fay... I hate this...” Fay paused, looking to his husband. “What are you saying? Is it the pain? Does it hurt more?” He wasn't used to Dari complaining during birth. He usually didn't cry, in fact he mostly just concentrated on the task. But now he was an emotional mess and he wasn't trying as hard as he usually did. “No... I just... I don't want to...” Dari blubbered. “I don't want to stop being pregnant...” Fay couldn't wrap his head around it. He was literally cutting the umbilical cord of the first babe and Dari was saying this. “Babe, you need to push. Come on, it shouldn't be more than three more. I know you can do it.” “I know I need to...” Dari sobbed. His chest trembled as he let out more tears. “I just hate it...” Fay could only try to ignore this for now to get them through this. He checked to see if the next twin was right behind. He thanked the deepest trenches of the sea when he felt a head on the way and not a little tail. “Dari, big push. Next contraction. Let's do this.” Dari handed over the newborn to Köbi who was waiting with a towel and then grabbed Fay's arms before bearing down. The head moved further down and started to crown. He hissed in pain, his toes curling. “Perfect. Beautiful! She's nearly there, mon coeur entier...” Fay awaited another push until the head came free. He got the umbilical out from around the baby's head and got a grip on the head. “Last one, Dari! Push hard!” Dari cried out as he bore down one last time, digging his fingers into Fay's shoulders while his partner guided their baby out of him. Fay brought the infant up and onto Dari's chest again, patting her back gently until she too gave a flurry of flaps from her tail. He cut her umbilical cord and rubbed Dari’s stomach. “Sweet thing, I need your help pushing out the after birth.” Dari did as told, passing the placenta his twins had shared with little effort. Once his husband was cleaned up, Fay leaned back on his knees and sighed in relief. “Absolutely beautiful... Every one...” Dari fell into gross sobbing. He couldn't contain any of it, just crying like he'd lost a loved one. He wad hardly paying attention to the infant at his chest so Fay just scooped her up quickly and handed her off to Köbi to look after and clean up. With his hands free, Dari covered his face and completely let everything out. He couldn't stop crying and nearly choked himself on his own tears in the process. Fay had no intention of getting wet today because running and getting supplies wasn't easy with a tail. But now that the dust had settled, he stripped down and slid in, pulling his partner into his lap. He gently rubbed his shoulders. “Love… Is this because I said I don't want to have any more children after the twins?” Dari sniffled but calm down a bit to speak. “Yes…” “Dari, I understand you enjoy producing offspring and you've practically saved my species doing so, but we have to be reasonable,” Fay said. “You can't be pregnant forever. We don't have any more space for any more children. We have a ten passenger vehicle and a five bedroom house. Literally everyone has to share a room and guests have to sleep on the couch.” “I get all that… I just don't like it… I know we have to stop but I don't want to stop…” Dari mumbled. “We have eight absolutely gorgeous children. We are going to be busy for a very long time with all these children. You've felt it.” “I know…” Köbi came over with the twins in his arms, swaddled gently in blankets. “Um, they're all cleaned up and weighed and everything.” “Thank you, doctor,” Fay said taking a bundle from him. “Oh, I'm not a doctor,” Köbi said as he handed off the second twin to Dari. “Not a doctor?” Dari said, hesitantly, hoping he hadn't heard right. “A nurse, then?” Fay figured. “Sorry, I assumed…” “The doctor's a couple rooms over with another patient,” Köbi said. “I was going to call her, but then this all happened…really fast.” “Hmph, told you we didn't need a doctor…” Dari said. “Better safe than sorry,” Fay said. “Look at our children though, they're absolutely perfect. Two identical little girls.” “Yeah…” Dari held the one in his arms close to his chest. “…I didn't prepare names…” “Hm, that's nothing new,” Fay said. “We named all the others after their birth. Even Milo.” “…I really can't think of any right now though…” Dari said. “Say some French ones…” “Hm… Dominique, Adele, Fleur, uh...Francine, Margot, Annabelle, Isabelle, Solange, Célia, Celeste, Claudette, Lynette, Bette, Eloise—” “I like Annabelle and Isabelle… Or Célia and Celeste,” Dari said. “Ooh, les Belles, for sure,” Fay said. “But then I couldn't just use that as a nickname because all our children sont belles…” “Doves,” Dari said. “They’ll be doves.” “Oh! I like that!” Fay said. “Red, Little Fish, Pup, Duck, Kitten, Bunny and the Doves.” “And Leg Fish himself,” Dari said, leaning against Fay. “Sweet thing, we don't have a nickname for you,” Fay realised. “Well, it's not like I can give it to myself…” “Right. How about…” Fay thought for a minute. “Well, I would've said ‘bunny' but we already have one… Ah. Lamb.” “Lamb?” Dari raised an eyebrow. “Yes. My little lamb,” Fay decided. “What's that in French though?” “Agneau.” “…Huh. Funky…” “Rouge, Petit Poisson, Chiot, Canard, Chaton, Lapin, les Colombes.” Dari smiled. “I guess it all works…” Fay grinned, seeing his partner smile. He handed over the other twin. “Shall we have them down then?” “Right… They should meet them.” Fay kissed Dari's head and propped himself up out of the pool, grabbing a nearby towel to start drying off his tail. Once his legs split out, he got up and dressed. “Dari, I know this feels like an end but I swear to you, it'll all be better. This is just the beginning of a beautiful life.” Dari nodded slightly. “…I hope so. Go get my kids.” “I'm going, lamb.”

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**Series Warnings!! ** ABO dynamics! Smut, unprotected smut, knotting, claiming, mating, heat, rut, language, overly protective Jensen, age gap! 19-year-old reader, 41-year-old Jensen, virgin reader, loss of virginity, sort of an arranged marriage, hint at possible mob type settings.

Story Description:

In a world where your presentation can be a blessing or a curse, a newly presented Omega will come face to face with the harsh reality of Alphas, Omegas, and pack alliances that are expected to be upheld with the union of your two families…

A/N: Pt.5!!! Please don’t copy my stuff! Feedback is welcomed! If you want to be added to the series tag list, or just my tag list in general let me know! Cross-posted on Wattpad! Hope you enjoy it!! This is my first ABO series so be nice lmao!

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2362

You had been at the hotel with your Alpha for two days, well awake anyway, really you had been there around four. 

In those two days, Jensen had been taking care of you while you recovered from what he said was the worst fever he ever has seen an Omega undergo during her heat. 

He still hadn’t tried to have sex with you again, and no matter how much you try and convince yourself that he’s just trying to make sure you’re well, and fully recovered it’s something that’s constantly gnawing at you in the back of your mind.

It’s not like he’d been avoiding you. Every night when you went to bed he’d wrap his strong arms around you, and pull you as tight to his chest as humanly possible. Tangling your legs together and holding onto you like if he let go even a little you would disappear. 

He spent the last to days pretty much attached to your hip while you were awake. Pulling you into his lap while on the couch watching movies, making sure you ate, making sure you were comfortable. 

That did make you believe the cares.

Waking up this his arms was quickly becoming your favorite thing. That was for sure. 

Jensen was currently sitting with his laptop on his lap, and alternating between texting, and typing away on his keyboard in front of him. He hadn’t told you what he was doing, and honestly, you didn’t know whether it was okay to ask it. 

You found yourself constantly craving his touch, but you didn’t know if it was okay that you approach him; or were you supposed to wait for him to come to you?

You thought your parents taught you everything you needed to know about Alphas, Omegas, and their relationships together, but you found out quickly that you knew nothing. So you kept your distance, watching him type away out of the corner of your eye. 

After what felt like an eternity he looked up from his work and smirked at you over the laptop screen.

“I can literally feel you staring you know?” he says, his voice light and teasing. 

You knew he wasn’t angry, but for some reason, the very sound of his voice was enough to make you shake in skin... In a good way…

“Sorry,” you mumble, picking up your coffee cup, and trying to concentrate on the show playing in front of you on the TV.

“Come here,” he said. 

It wasn’t a request, you knew that. So you put down your cup on the table next to you and walked over to your Alpha, who had closed his laptop and set it on the couch next to him. 

When you got close to him, he reached out and pulled you into his lap. You immediately laid your head on his shoulder, letting his scent and his touch calm you. This was what you were craving. His touch. Him scent... Him…

“Seems like your feeling better today than you were yesterday,” he said, playing with your hair, while you absentmindedly played with the button that was open a little lower on his shirt than was probably necessary; but you didn’t complain. I mean the man was gorgeous.

“Yeah, I feel more like myself today,” you mumbled, not sure what answer he really wanted out of you. You wanted more than anything to please and not anger him. You didn’t know this man hardly at all though, and you didn’t want to ruin your relationship with him before you even got started. 

Being claimed in the states meant that you were not only bound to the person for eternity, or until the bond was broken and rejected, but that you were also legally married as well.

“I was sending off our paperwork to the clerk of courts office, you should get your new Social Security Card, and ID in the mail in a few weeks, along with our marriage license ...” he said, letting the sentence trail off at the end like was lost in his own thoughts. 

You didn’t even think about that. You felt like such a child around him most of the time.

Which you guess that in a way you were. You were homeschooled, you were never allowed to leave the house, your only friends were family, you had never realized just how sheltered you were until you were tied to someone who you had never known, and expected to function.

Jensen had traveled all over the globe with his job. He’d seen and meet people of every variety and flavor. You had trouble making an order on the phone for food, and you weren’t even face to face with people. 

Jensen swore that he’d teach you, that it was okay, not to worry about it. That it was your family's fault. 

In a way, you had started to wonder if all those years, your whole life really, if you had been abused? 

As if on cue Jensen cleared his throat bring you back to the present, his fingers dancing lightly over the sink of your back where he’d moved his hand under your shirt. 

“Since your feeling better I think it might be best to go home today. We can use my friend’s private jet and be back in Austin within the hour. I had a moving company come in and collect your clothes and belongings that your parents had packed up for you. So you don’t have to go back there. Honestly, sweetheart, I don’t think you should go back there ...” 

Your blood ran cold. This was one thing you had feared about being tied to an Alpha, the control. You stiffened before you could stop yourself. The thought of not being around your family had your heart-shattering. Yes, they were more than likely abusive and the cause of your anxiety, and inability to function in a and around normal circumstances, but they were all you had ever known.

Putting a finger under your chin Jensen lifted your face slightly to look at him. His green eyes searching yours. His face calm and unraveling. 

“You didn’t like that I can tell,” he said, his voice soft, but you could hear a little concern.

The statement confused you though.

“What… How… How did you know I didn’t like it?” you asked. 

When he started to chuckle it surprised you. If you would have questioned an Alpha in your family, you probably would have found your ass on the ground.  He thought it was funny?

“Y/N, we’re bonded. I can literally feel the anxiety rolling off of you right now, and the fact that you're afraid of me. I can tell you what your feeling probably better than you can.”

You sat there on his lap staring at him there like a deer caught in the headlights, which made him laugh harder. His laugh was the most beautiful thing you had ever heard, and you realized you had never heard it until this point. 

Once he got his features under control, licking those perfect lips that you wanted more than anything to kiss right now, but you shoved that thought down for later. One feat at a time.

“Y/N, you’re allowed to have feelings and opinions. I’m not going to beat the shit out of you just because you disagree with me. I’m not going to snap. I can control my temper. I don’t know what you’ve been subjected to in your life, but I can guess by the way you act around me like you’re constantly walking on glass that it wasn’t a good upbringing, at least not a healthy one..” Taking a deep breath he brushed a stray piece of hair behind ear that had fallen in front of your face.

“I tell you what, sweetheart, let's go home and get you settled. Then let's just take some time learning each other a little. We will figure out what to do about your family later.” 

It made you feel a lot better that he did take your feelings into consideration. It was more than you would have thought possible alone. 

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Three hours later, faster than you would have honestly thought possible, but again here you are; you were walking through Austin-Bergstrom International Airport. 

Jensen’s arm was firmly wrapped around your waist as you made your way through the airport with your bags thrown over his shoulder. Both of you only basically had a duffle bag a piece in the hotel room. 

Jensen had said your stuff was already delivered to your new home. Jensen’s eyes scanned the airport cautiously, scanning faces of passers-by as they went. A few people did seem to recognize Jensen. You could tell by the gaggle of girls that seemed to be drooling over him in the corner by the little sitting area when you passed, but the look on Jensen’s face screamed back off, and no one made a move to approach the two of you.

Once you were both safely in your uber Jensen gave the driver the address. Leaning over and taking his jacket off and placing it over your shoulders before pulling you close as possible in the back of the SUV.

“You okay so far?” he mumbled low enough that the driver couldn’t really hear the conversation going on between the two of you. 

You nodded your head, pulling his jacket around you tighter, letting his lingering scent wash over you, calming you. 

“I didn’t see any cameras, but I’m sure someone caught pictures of us. At least they didn’t approach. I really am not ready to share you just yet Omega.” he said, his voice dropping a whole octave, and his teeth grazing over the shell of your ear; causing a shiver to rip through your whole being. 

That was the first time he had touched you like that since the night that he claimed you.

Finally, the car pulled up outside of the house. It was surprisingly closer to the road than you would have thought it would be. Not in a gated community. There were neighbors. That was something you hadn’t expected either. Your parent's house was something like a compound of sorts. Way over walled and way overdone. There was barely even a fence blocking the front door? 

Jensen got out of the car, then helped you out, walking to the door with your hand wrapped tightly in his.

The house was impressive from the outside the closer you got to it. Two levels, maybe more. The outside painted a light gray. A wood lacquer type fence around some parts of the house. A well-manicured lawn.

Everything was clean. Everything was… Normal… No grand driveways, nothing like that. It was strange. You felt so out in the open. Jensen unlocked the door, then turned to you without warning sweeping you up bridal style into his arms.

You squealed in surprise, clinging onto his neck. 

Closing the door with his foot he walked you through the house like you weighed nothing at all. Jensen stopped in the hallway outside of a door reaching down he opened the door to a beautiful bedroom. Clean, sleek. Everything looked expensive and modern. 

Walking over to the bed he laid you down gently before jumping on the bed hovering over you playfully. A side of him you hadn’t seen yet. Though you did like it. He seemed really glad to be back into his own space.

Leaning down he licked at your claiming mark lightly, purring over you.

“So what do you think of the house so far? Satisfactory?” 

You laughed a little at him as he nipped at your jawline leaving little open-mouthed kisses down your neck. Scenting you deeply at your claiming mark.

“I don’t know. All I’ve really seen so far is the bedroom,” you try and play back to him. 

He was in such a good mood you didn’t want to break it. You liked him being playful. It’s like he morphed into a different person as soon as the car pulled up at his house. 

“Well, baby that is the most important room in the house,” he smirked at you.

Getting a spurt of confidence you lean and brush your lips over his. Jensen takes over at once like it was the permission he’d been waiting for you to give him for days, he connected his lips to yours. Kissing you deeper than he ever had. Stealing your breath away. Your heart pounding like you had just ran a marathon.

His tongues slipped past your lips and teeth. Gliding over your tongue with ease, pulling a little moan from your lips past your own defenses. 

Purring against you he pressed his weight on top of you a little more, letting you feel him against you for the first time. His scent was coming off of him in waves. His hand trailing up the inside of your thigh. Fingers tracing over hips lightly, making their way to the button on your jeans. Popping the button loose he slid his hand inside your jeans. Just as his fingers made their way inside your panties, sliding one of his thick digits through your soaking folds…. The front door closed loudly.

A growl ripped through Jensen’s chest, he jumped off of you like someone had shot him. 

“Jay? You guys home? Gen sent you guys some dinner for tonight!” you heard the voice of another man yell through the house, making his way closer to your bedroom as you hurried to fix your close. 

Jensen hovering over you, his head in the bend of your neck. A deep groan leaving his lips. 

“Remind me to change the locks,” he said before getting off the bed. 

“Who is it Alpha?” 

You couldn’t help the whine that left your lips. He chuckles slightly coming back over to kiss you softly before moving to go meet your interrupter in the living room. 

“Jared, he’s a good friend of mine. We will pick up where we left off when he leaves Omega,” he said, brushing your lips with his thumb lightly before walking out of the bedroom. 

You didn’t know who this Jared is, but you did make a mental note to teach him how to knock.

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Park Jinyoung X Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst (really bad smut I’m sorry I cannot write smut to save my life)

Word Count: 7.1K

Summary: Park Jinyoung is a foreign exchange student who just so happens to transfer to your high school. Unfortunately, he doesn’t speak too much English and this causes him to get bullied. In the beginning, he finds himself hating America and wants nothing more than to return back home to Korea. But then he meets you and it entirely changes his perspective. (I tried to base it on mean girls key word TRIED)

A/N: Hey guys, so this was requested and this is my first imagine that isn’t about Mark so I will admit, I had a pretty hard time not writing his name (I CAUGHT MYSELF SLIPPING SO MANY TIMES) and i’m sorry if this story sucks or if there are any errors I wrote this so fast y’all don’t understand ok bye (BTW I am in no way teasing Jinyoung in here when I write about him struggling to talk in English this is strictly FICTION ok I am completely aware that man can speak better English than I can and this is my native language

The first day of school was always so nerve wrecking. Especially when you were transferring to a completely different country you’ve never been to before in order to learn a language you barely spoke nor understood. This was Park Jinyoung’s dilemma. His parents wanted him to learn English in America. They felt he could receive a better education in America than he would in Korea. No matter how hard he tried to talk them out of sending him away, it was no use. Their minds were made up and he soon found himself on a plane to California.

He couldn’t help but wish he tried harder in convincing his parents to let him stay back home in Korea. Jinyoung had a hard time understanding why he couldn’t have just taken English classes at his current high school, but apparently those who can send their children abroad seemed more high class and Jinyoung was well aware of how obsessed his mother was over their social status. After 10 exhausting hours on the plane, he had finally arrived in California. It was a huge cultural shock for him. Americans dressed completely different than that of Koreans. He also took in how noisy his surroundings were and how polluted their air seemed so far and he wanted nothing more than to turn around and go on the next plane back to Korea. However, he decided he wouldn’t quit before actually getting to experience California and all it had to offer. 

The taxi ride to his dorm was long and the driver wouldn’t stop talking about something he didn’t understand. Why did Koreans feel like life in America was better? He couldn’t fathom in to words how much he already hated it and he hasn’t even been there for more than a couple of hours. When he arrived to the dormitory after paying the driver almost a whopping $50 for an hour ride, he made the trek upstairs and went on the hunt for his room. Once he opened the door, he was upset to see that someone was already vacating the room. At first, he thought he was at the wrong dorm. That was until a tall and very broad guy came out of the bathroom and nodded in his direction. 

“You must be Jinyoung. I’m Jaebum. Your roommate.” Hearing Jaebum speak in Korean took a weight off of Jinyoung’s shoulders. At least he had someone who reminded him of back home that wouldn’t make him feel like an outsider.

“Roommate?” Jinyoung wasn’t familiar with having a roommate. Being the only child, he always had his own things. His parents spoiled him rotten. He had his own room, his own car before he even got his license and he even owned a plot of land back home. But here in America, he was a nobody. Nobody would care that he was practically a prince in his parents eyes. Here in California, he’d be considered the freak who hardly speaks any English. 

“Yeah. This is the foreign exchange student’s dormitory. Everyone has a roommate. Don’t worry, I won’t bite. Unless I have to.” The older boy took a look at what Jinyoung was wearing and released a soft sigh. “Dude, Korean fashion isn’t going to cut it here. Get rid of the sweater vest and the khakis. You’re going to be ripped to shreds before you even make it to your first class.”

The two of them talked for a couple of hours, getting familiar with each other seeing as how they would be living together. Although he gave off very intimidating vibes, Jinyoung learned that Jaebum was the biggest softie. He was a huge cat lover. Unfortunately, he wasn’t allowed to take his five cats with him when he was sent here by his parents. But he did get a job at the local pet store so he had an excuse to be around animals all day. Jaebum was also the biggest momma’s boy and he wanted to attend school abroad in order to get a good job and be able to provide a better lifestyle for his mom. Seeing all his tattoos and piercings made Jinyoung wonder what kind of people he surrounded himself with because an appearance like that would not be accepted back home. How long had he been in America for and what exactly made him want to go against their cultural values? 

As cool as Jaebum seemed so far, Jinyoung knew he wouldn’t want to stay in California for longer than he had to. Once he got settled in, he decided to call some of his friends back home to let them know how his first day went.

 Honestly, the first day hadn’t even started and yet he couldn’t wait for school to be over with. The next day, the two boys went off to school together. Jaebum offered to show Jinyoung around and helped him find his classes. He didn’t want to jinx himself, but with the way Jaebum was treating him as if they were long time friends, he found himself liking America so far. That was until Jaebum had gone his own way to head to class and left Jinyoung all alone. To his dismay, he didn’t have any classes with Jaebum; but Jaebum made sure to give his contact information to the younger boy just in case he needed it. 

“Text me around lunch time. You can sit with my friends and I. Try to stay out of trouble yeah? And don’t speak in English unless you really have to. I’ll see you later.” As he made his way to his locker, he noticed how people started moving away from the center of the hallway and he had yet to understand why. Once he put some of his books away and started making his way to class, it was then that he heard a couple of people gasp. He felt a bunch of eyes on him and it began to worry him. Were people aware that he was a foreign exchange student? Jaebum didn’t mention anything about Americans treating foreigners differently. So why was everyone looking at him as if he was an animal in the zoo? Before he could continue his thoughts, he was soon being shoved in to his locker and ended up on the ground. 

“Watch where you’re going dumbass.” As he looked up, he saw four girls walking past him as three of them and everyone else in the hallway began to laugh. However, his focus was quickly averted to you. You glared at your friends and gave him an apologetic look. As much as you wanted to go and see if he was okay, you knew what would happened if you did. Therefore, you continued to follow after your friends. He hated that he couldn’t understand what anyone was saying about him and he despised the fact that nobody did anything about what just happened. If this was only the first day, he didn’t want to imagine what the rest of the semester was going to be like. 

When lunchtime finally came around, he decided to get in contact with Jaebum and see where he was. Jinyoung was exhausted. His first three teachers made him introduce himself and he never felt more stupid. All he knew how to say was his name and where he was from. Then whenever the teachers would continue asking him more questions, he just stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say. Finally when lunch time came around, Jaebum found him outside of his classroom and explained to him how ordering food from the cafeteria worked. 

“So, how’s your first day of school so far?” Jinyoung released a frustrated sigh and furrowed his brows. 

“I hate it here. How do you put up with all this bullshit? They literally treat me like I’m some wild animal. And the teachers act like I’m stupid for not speaking English. I wanna see any of these assholes go back to Korea without knowing any Korean and see how they do.” The older boy chuckled at Jinyoung’s grief and felt sorry for him. Things were easy for Jaebum seeing as how he was a little more familiar with the English language and how scary he portrayed himself out to be. 

When they walked in to the cafeteria, it seemed as if all eyes were on the two boys and it made Jinyoung uncomfortable. People began whispering amongst themselves and he could feel his blood boiling at the sight. Is this how all the foreign exchange students were treated? Or was there something wrong with him that everyone felt the need to target him for no reason?

“Ignore it. Things will get better. You have me, remember that. If anyone tries to fuck with you, they’ll regret it. Follow me. I’ll introduce you to my friends.” He led Jinyoung to his usual table and scowled at anyone who continued to stare at Jinyoung. From afar, your heart hurt for the poor boy. Your friends began spreading rumors about him right after what happened in the hallway. As much as you liked your friends, they could be a little much sometimes. 

“What a fucking nerd. I can’t believe Jaebum is actually hanging out with him. He must feel bad for the loser. I don’t know why foreigners feel the need to come to America, they obviously don’t fit in here. That boy won’t last a week here. He’ll probably be crying his ass off on the next plane back home.” You felt yourself getting more and more irritated the longer you listened to them talk about the new boy like that without even knowing him. Sometimes you wondered why you stuck around with them. They were always so negative, talked about people like they weren’t human beings with feelings. The only reason why you continued being friends with them was because you felt you would be all alone if you didn’t have them. And if you were to leave them completely, you knew you’d become the next target of their bullying. 

“Y/n..earth to y/n. Are you okay?” You broke out of your thoughts and nodded in agreement. 

Jinyoung was very grateful for Jaebum. He was sure he would’ve pulled out all of his hair if he did all of this on his own. Jaebum introduced Jinyoung to all of his friends. Mark, Youngjae and Bambam seemed like a nice group of guys and Jaebum informed the younger boy that they were all foreign exchange students and that they all went through bullying at some point of their American high school experience. He still found it unfair that there were people who took advantage of these poor students who came to America for more opportunities and a better education. 

Once lunch was over, Jinyoung made his way to the next class in which coincidentally he had with Mark and Youngjae. The two boys got him caught up with the do’s and don’ts of their high school and he was very glad there were people who cared about his well being. Thankfully, this teacher didn’t make Jinyoung speak in front of the entire class. Twenty minutes in to the lesson, you came running in to class and apologized to your teacher for your tardiness. When Jinyoung’s eyes landed on your tiny frame, he felt his breath hitch. When he saw you earlier in the hallway, even if it was only a quick glimpse of you, he thought you were extremely beautiful. Sure, he’s dated a few girls back home and he’s seen a lot of pretty girls before. But your beauty was indescribable and with the way you looked at him so apologetically, he knew he was done for.

“Whose that?” Jinyoung whispered to Mark and nodded in your direction. However, Mark was quick to shake his head and before Jinyoung could open his mouth and ask the question that was on his mind, Mark spoke up. 

“She’s off limits. Don’t even think about it.” Jinyoung shrugged and turned his focus back to the teacher, but he couldn’t get what Mark said off his mind. Off limits? What exactly did that mean? As you went to take your seat, Jinyoung couldn’t keep his eyes nor his mind off of you. He knew if Mark was telling him to stay away, you were bad news and maybe it was better that he did. Mark knew more than he did anyway. 

He went to his dorm later on that night and decided to ask Jaebum what Mark meant earlier when he said you were off limits. Jaebum just shrugged. “Apparently she’s fucking around with the captain of the football team. Jackson Wang or some shit like that. I honestly don’t give a fuck but he’s telling everyone they’re a thing. Plus, her group of friends are like the it girls of the school. I wouldn’t even think of trying to get close to her if I were you.” 

After a month of living and attending school in America, Jinyoung accepted the fact that he wasn’t going anywhere and was slowly adapting to life in California. Unfortunately when he was alone, he still found himself getting bullied by many of his classmates and even if he learned a few phrases and sentences, it still wasn’t enough for him to have a decent conversation with anyone. But when he was with his group of friends, nobody had the guts to bother him. Everyone was fully aware of what Jaebum was physically capable of if anyone dared to mess with Jinyoung in front of him. 

To both his dismay and delight, your teacher had assigned a month long project in which you were selected to be his partner. When Jinyoung found out the news, to say he was excited was an understatement. He was over the moon. Although he still had Mark’s words lingering in the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but feel thrilled at the thought of working with you. However, his excitement was quick to change in to worry when he realized there would be a language barrier between the two of you. Once he saw you approaching him with that bright smile he found himself falling for over the past month, he felt himself returning the grin. 

“Hi. I’m y/n. It’s Jinyoung right? Do you have an idea of what you want the project to be about?” God, you were so beautiful. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Although he had no idea of what you were saying, he would listen to you talk for days on end if he could. He knew he was dozing off when you politely waved your hand in front of him to get his attention. 

“Sorry. I..I..English..no.” You nodded understandingly before taking out your phone and pulling up the translator app. You found his stuttering cute and the fact that he was trying his best to communicate with you using the small amount of English that he knew made your cheeks warm. The two of you passed your phone back and forth between each other until the bell rang and a part of you was sad that you had to leave him. In the hour that the two of you got to spend together, you learned quite a bit about him and you found yourself craving more; but you knew it was dangerous to feel that way. Your friends, for reasons you were still so unsure of still did not particularly care for him. You overheard one of them talking about purposefully tripping him out on the football field. You would also see people constantly push him around while he was making his way to class and the thought made you upset. Before he could get up and walk away, you pulled his arm in attempts to get his attention. 

“Let’s exchange numbers so it will be easier for us to get in touch with each other.” He nodded in agreement and although he seemed calm and collected on the outside, he was freaking out on the inside. In the first few weeks of working together, you tried to keep it a secret from your friends just in case they made a big deal out of it. The two of you would meet in the back of the library or sometimes in little coffee shops that you knew they’d never go to. You found yourself falling for your very handsome classmate and in the beginning, you tried your best not to for his sake, but you couldn’t stop your feelings for what they were. 

After a while, you came to accept them and it only became harder and harder for you the longer you’ve spent time with him. One night, the two of you were working on your project at the coffee shop when he got a phone call. He began talking in Korean and hearing him speak his native tongue made you smile. He spoke with so much confidence and radiated such positive energy, you couldn’t help but smile as he spoke. When he got off the phone, he looked at you curiously, confused as to why you were smiling. Not that he minded, your smile did wonders on Jinyoung’s heart. 

“Everything okay?” You nodded and went back to your work. However, an idea popped in to your mind and you wanted to see how Jinyoung would feel about it. 

“Hey Jinyoung?” He hummed in curiosity and you thought it was the cutest thing. “Would you maybe wanna..hmmm...Teach each other our native languages? I could teach you English and you could teach me Korean. That way it might be easier for you to interact with everyone and maybe if I were to speak Korean, I’d have a better way of understanding you?” 

The smile that rose on his face sent butterflies to your tummy. Park Jinyoung in more or less words was honestly going to be the death of you. If it wasn’t his charming good looks or gentle personality, it was his optimism. Even if he wasn’t put under the best circumstances, he wasn’t one to see the glass half empty. He nodded his head in agreement. 

Your weekly sessions turned in to daily sessions and on the days you weren’t able to meet up with each other, you’d text and call just so you could teach each other words and phrases here and there. When Jaebum found out about your friendship, he warned his younger friend. It wasn’t that he didn’t like you. If anything, Jaebum was completely aware of the fact that you weren’t anything like your friends. He never understood why you wasted your time with them when you could do so much better. But he didn’t have the right to ask you. However, he was looking out for Jinyoung and didn’t want you to end up hurting him if it came down to choosing between him and your group of friends. The more and more the two of you hung out, the deeper Jinyoung’s feelings grew for you. 

He found himself missing you on the days he didn’t get to see you and sometimes he would ask to meet up with you even if it had nothing to do with your lessons or your project. Not that you didn’t want it to, but word got out that the two of you were friends and began seeing each other on a daily basis. This upset quite a bit of people, especially your friends and a specific football captain Jaebum warned Jinyoung about just a few weeks prior to becoming friends with you. Jinyoung wasn’t surprised when he saw said captain approach him, but he didn’t think he would be shoved up against his locker by someone he didn’t even know. 

“Who the fuck do you think you are? If you know what’s best for you, leave y/n alone. She’s mine.” Although Jackson tried his best in intimidating Jinyoung, he was all talk. And Jinyoung had barely any clue what Jackson was telling him anyway. But he didn’t care if people bullied him for being friends with you. Other than Jaebum, Mark, Youngjae and BamBam, you were the only other friend he had. And his favorite one at that. 

Out of the blue, Jinyoung started to avoid you. He kept coming up with excuses not to meet with you and when you would find him during school, he would ignore you. It hurt. Did you do or say something to upset him? You couldn’t remember insulting him in any way, so what exactly happened for him to be treating you so coldly? You left him countless texts, asking him what you did wrong, but to no avail. It was then that you over heard your friends talking about his little run in with Jackson and your heart hurt for him. Jinyoung was such a sweet guy, you didn’t understand how anyone could be so mean to him. 

You decided you would confront him in order to see why he was ignoring you. A part of you wanted to leave him alone, just so that people would stop being so mean to him. But deep down you knew whether or not you were to stay friends with him, they would continue to be so rude to him. His heart both sank and fluttered when he saw you approaching him. He hated being away from you, but he could no longer put up with the bullying that came with it. 

“Y/n-“ to both of your surprise, you pulled him in to your embrace and placed your face in the crook of his neck. 

“Jinyoung, I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault that everyone is so mean to you. But please don’t give up on our friendship because of it. I’ll take care of you from now on. I promise.” He smiled down at you and pulled you closer to him. He loved the feeling of being intimate with you. Jinyoung could get used to being in your arms. 

From that day on, you became more than friends but less than lovers. There were lingering stares, gentle kisses and hand holding shared between the two of you. After what went down with him and Jackson that one day, you had explained to him Jackson was nothing but a friend. Every time one of your friends felt the need to attack him, you were quick to defend him. Now that he had Jaebum, his group of friends and now you, he wasn’t afraid of anything. You tried to help him with getting used to American culture, along with his English skills. And even though you found his fashion choices very cute, you knew it wasn’t going to cut it anymore. Therefore, you took him shopping for clothes that you felt would make him fit in. Seeing him in flannels and skinny jeans compared to what he normally would wear was so attractive. He even became better in English the more you two spent time together. 

For every English sentence he mastered, you’d reward him with a kiss. Little did you know, he’d tried really hard with studying English in order to get as many kisses from you as possible. It was December now and you couldn’t believe that four months have passed since Jinyoung came in to your life. He made you the happiest you’ve ever been and you refused to let anyone get in the way of that. Although they accepted the fact that Jinyoung was somebody important in your life, they would still try to change your mind from time to time. The more time you spent with Jinyoung and his friends, the less time you spent with yours. However, the four of you signed up for the school’s talent show. 

You’ve been practicing for months now and you weren’t too excited when you saw what they were planning on having you wear. Most of the contestants were either going to sing, dance or play an instrument. You weren’t surprised when you found out what your three other friends had planned. If you really listened to the lyrics, Santa baby wasn’t the most innocent song. So you knew you were in for one hell of a ride and wanted nothing more than for the performance to be over with. When the night of the winter fest finally came, to say you were nervous was an understatement. You were freaking out. The overly sexual routine mixed with the tiny outfit your friends prepared for you all to wear made you uncomfortable, but you had no choice. 

As the crowd began to fill up the auditorium, your heart rate increased. However, the sweet words of encouragement that Jinyoung sent your way made things easier. When it was finally your guys turn to perform, you forgot all about your worries and began to think about Jinyoung. You wanted nothing more to impress him and make him proud. A huge wave of confidence that you didn’t even know you were capable of surged through your body and soon, you began moving your body in ways you didn’t think were possible. Jinyoung couldn’t keep his eyes off of you from the moment you walked out on stage. If he had the choice, he wouldn’t have let you wear such a revealing item in front of anyone but himself. 

As much as he knew he had no right to feel that way because technically, you weren’t together, he couldn’t help it. You were extremely beautiful and he was sure you were stealing the show. By the way everyone seemed to be cheering you on, you were obviously the fan favorite and he completely understood why. Days before the show, you voiced to him your worries about how you didn’t think you’d do well. But seeing you dance so gracefully yet so tastefully sexy brought a warmth to both Jinyoung’s cheeks and the tent in his pants. He couldn’t wait for the performance to be over with. Once the show was done, you had texted him to let him know where you were. When his eyes landed on you, a grin rose on his face and he quickly ran towards you. 

You felt him before you saw him in more ways than one. As he covered your eyes and pulled your body against his chest, you could feel his hard on against your ass and the feeling sent warmth to your core. “Hey beautiful. That was..wow..you were..perfect.” 

You turned to face him and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Thank you. You um..I..someone’s excited.” You couldn’t see it, but a blush rose immediately on his handsome face. Of course he was turned on, that performance was so erotic. A part of him felt wrong for thinking such racy thoughts about you, especially because the two of you were unofficially official. It made things even harder for him because he wanted to make you his before having you completely. But who could blame him for getting so turned on? As much as he loved seeing that outfit on you, he couldn’t wait to rip it off. That’s if you allowed him to. 

“Yeah. You’re so fucking sexy y/n. Since you caused this problem, would you wanna help me solve it?” You were shocked to say the least at his very naughty words. The Park Jinyoung you met all those months ago could barely introduce himself. Now here he was insinuating that he wanted to fuck your brains out and you weren’t going to let the moment go to waste. 

“My place or yours?” He growled lowly in to your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

“I made sure Jaebum was out of the room tonight for a reason. I can’t wait to taste you.” He reached for your hand and pulled you towards their dorm. You were about to offer to drive the two of you there so it would be quicker, but you knew you weren’t in the right mind to be driving. Your thoughts were clouded with him and what you were hoping would go down between the two of you in a couple of minutes. 

After what felt like hours, the two of you finally made it to his dorm room and he gave you no time to think before he threw you up against the wall, leaving wet kisses along your jaw. He roughly wrapped his arms around your waist and hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his hips. His cool fingers ran up and down your back while he roughly kissed you. It all felt like too much. Your body felt as if it was on fire and the only way for it to be put out was to become one with him. He continued his ministrations and you decided he was going too slow for your liking. As much as you loved his kisses and loved how he was touching you, you craved more. 

“Jinyoung. Please.” Hearing you moan his name sent him in to a frenzy. In that moment, he was willing to do anything for you, be anything you wanted him to be. All he had on his mind was the thought of pleasuring you in any way possible. When you brought his fingers down to your soaking wet panties, he let out an exasperated groan and the sound went straight to your core. 

“Fuck. You’re soaking baby. What did I do to deserve you? God y/n, you don’t understand the effect you have on me.” You giggled against his neck and placed a quick kiss there before slowly removing your underwear. The sight of you practically naked was driving Jinyoung crazy and he was pretty sure he could cum just by seeing you completely bare. 

“Show me.” You didn’t have to tell him twice. He brought his index and middle fingers up to your slit and dragged it back and forth agonizingly slow and you could feel yourself on the verge of screaming. You started grinding yourself against his fingers, trying to create any sort of friction but when he realized what you were doing, he pulled his fingers away; earning himself a frustrated sigh from you. 

“Jinyoung, what the fuck?” He playfully pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth before taking off his shirt. You only ever saw him with clothes on, so you never really knew what he was hiding under his dress shirts and turtle necks. Seeing his washboard abs and his v-line made your mouth water. If girls knew how ripped he was, you were sure they’d be all over him. However, you were glad Jinyoung was your little secret because you were the only one who’d get to have him like this. 

No longer being able to stay away from you, he reattached his lips to yours and carried you over to his bed. He lifted your shirt off before reaching behind you to unclasp your bra and when your breasts were freed from their restraints, you heard him whimper and you were pretty sure it was your new favorite sound. Hesitantly, he brought his hands up to your chest and you found it adorable that he was being so shy about touching you. With how rough he was being with you, you almost forgot how much of a gentleman he really was. 

“You’re so beautiful y/n. Such a pretty girl. These..so pretty. Mmmm.” He gently laid you down on his bed and immediately wrapped his mouth around one of your perky nipples while toying with the other side. He licked, pinched and nibbled on your breast, sending you to peak euphoria. Everytime you would hold hands with Jinyoung, or watch as he typed and wrote essays, you would always look at how long and skinny his fingers were. You would always think about how they would look like wrapped around your throat or buried deep in to your cunt. Seeing them pinching and twisting your swollen buds was such an indescribable feeling that you never wanted to end. You were so deep in to your thoughts that you failed to notice him pull his soft lips away from your breast as he made his way down to your pussy until you felt his warm breath against your clit. 

He kneaded your inner thighs with his thumbs and you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your end. You needed him in any way possible. The feeling in your stomach was only getting tighter and tighter and you had a feeling he was going to make you beg. You were never one to beg for anything when it came to sex, but Jinyoung was going to make you work for it and you were willing to do anything at this point. 

“Jinyoung..please..do anything..your fingers, your tongue..I’ll take anything..please..OH FUCK..” as soon as you felt him drag his warm muscle along your slick wetness, your hands found purchase in his hair and lightly tugged on it. Multiple curse words, groans and moans left your pretty little throat and Jinyoung wanted nothing more than to replace his tongue with his throbbing and very painful cock. But he wanted to get you warmed up and ready before actually penetrating you. To add on to your indescribable delight, he brought his two fingers back in to your folds all the while licking up your juices. 

“J..Jinyoung..fuck..you’re so good to me..mmmmm...just like that baby..please don’t stop.” Hearing you moan for him was something he would never get used to. He didn’t know how to put it in to words, but he would eat you out all day if he could. You tasted amazing and he was upset with himself that he didn’t know how to voice his opinions to you. Jinyoung could only hope that the way he was eating your pussy like a man starved would show you just how much he loved doing so. And God, did Jinyoung love eating you out. 

As much as he wanted to continue licking you until his tongue became numb, the feeling of your glistening walls tightening around his fingers only made him want to feel his cock buried deep in to your cunt. He wanted to be deep inside of you. However, he wanted to bring you to your release before fixing his problem. 

That’s one of the many things you loved about Jinyoung. Love. There was that four letter word. The word that could either complicate things between the two of you or make things even better. You realized you were in love with him only a month after becoming friends with him. You fell in love with the way he always checked up on you, how he would stay up till the wee hours of the morning to study English on his own in order to impress you with his progress. You fell in love with the way he said your name and the way he looked at you as if you were the prettiest thing on this earth. Although the two of you were committing such a sinful and naughty act, your heart fluttered because of the way he looked at you with so much love and admiration in his eyes. You were going to make sure he knew of your feelings the minute the two of you were done with your love making session. 

With the way he was rapidly fingering you and nibbling on your clit, it was only a matter of time you felt yourself releasing your orgasm all over his tongue and Jinyoung licked up every ounce of it. He left a few kisses on the inside of your thighs. It was then that he decided in between your legs was his favorite place to be. Once you felt him begin to come up, you pulled him against you and placed a sloppy kiss on his lips, tasting yourself on his tongue. He pulled away and placed your foreheads together, giving himself a moment to breathe. You took this time to bring your hand down to his very hard bulge and you gently palmed him. When you saw him close his eyes and bite his lip, it made you want to tease him some more. You pulled him out of the confines of his boxers and the sight of his angry, red cock made you whimper. He was huge. You couldn’t wait for him to stretch out your walls. 

In order to rile him up, you ran your thumb along his dick. You glided your fingers against his slit, spreading his pre cum all around his erection and hearing him sigh sent fire to your bones. However, before you could continue, he ripped your hand away. As you were about to ask him if everything was okay, he all but gently pushed you down on to the bed and hovered over you. His left hand brushed away any hair that was out of place while he gripped his dick with his right hand and guided it to your opening. 

“Is this okay? Are you sure you want this? We can wait baby-“ you quickly shook your head in disagreement and your heart warmed at the thought of him being so considerate and gentle with you. 

“Fuck me, Park Jinyoung. Make me yours.” He slowly pushed himself inside of you and groaned at the feeling of how tight and wet you were. He hid his face in the crook of your neck while he tried his best in staying still. You know it was taking a lot for him not to start pounding in to you. Jinyoung wasn’t going to move unless you were to tell him to. You lifted his chin up from off of your shoulder and placed a kiss against the corner of his mouth. 

“It’s okay Jinyoung. You can move.” Once he heard you give him the okay, he released a sigh of relief. He wanted to be a gentleman so badly. His main purpose was to take care of you. However, as much as he wanted to take his time with you and have slow, passionate sex, that was going to have to wait for another time. Whenever you had sex in the past, missionary was such a boring position. You were sure it only brought pleasure to the man. But with the way your hands were intertwined and how he placed your legs around his neck in order for him to go deeper, you knew he was trying to put your needs first. 

He left sloppy, wet kisses along your face all the while plummeting in to you like his life depended on it. The sound of skin on skin slapping echoed throughout the room and you were pretty sure the room wreaked of sex with the way the mirror was fogging up. Although you thought hearing him laugh was one of your favorite sounds, hearing him moan and whimper because of how good you were fucking him was your new favorite. 

“Y/n..you’re so..tight..you feel so fucking good. Fuck. You’re not real. You can’t be. I..I love you so much my pretty girl.” Hearing those words fall from his pretty, heart shaped lips made you tear up and he chuckled when he noticed. He was so busy admiring your beauty that he failed to notice he was slowing down and it wasn’t enough for you. 

“Faster..please Jinyoung. I need you to go faster..” He quickened his pace in order to please you and also went harder. The friction was such a euphoric feeling, you found yourself tightening around him. 

“Stop. Don’t do that.” You snickered before you felt him slap your ass cheek as payback for clenching around his cock. If anything, the sensation made you want to clench around Jinyoung some more in order for him to get rough with you. It was official, the quiet ones are the freaks. You squeezed his bicep to get his attention and an adorable pout grew on his face when you pulled away. However, it was quick to change once you said the next words. 

“I love you too.” He grinned widely at you and you were sure he was actually going to be the death of you. Hearing you tell him you loved him back was such an amazing feeling and he loved how those words sounded coming from your mouth. With every thrust, he whispered out his love for you and soon, the two of you were coming together. He shot his load in to your cunt as you came all over his dick. Once you both experienced your euphoric orgasms, he flopped on top of you and placed a soft kiss on your forehead. Jinyoung loved cockwarming. He wanted nothing more than to keep his cock buried deep in to your pretty pink cunt. 

Sex with you was such a mind blowing experience and he was already planning the next time in his mind. He placed his head against your chest and listened to the sound your heartbeat as the two of you tried your best to slow down your breaths. Did tonight really just happen? It was actually one of the best nights of his life and now that he had you, he was sure he would never get enough of you. 

“Y/n?” You hummed in curiosity and motioned for him to continue. 

“Say it again.” As much as you wanted to tease him and pretend that you had no idea what he was talking about, you were tired and you knew he was too. Teasing was just going to have to wait for another love making session. 

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” You placed kisses across of his handsome face and playfully pinched his butt. If someone were to tell you months ago that you were going to fall in love with a foreign exchange student from Korea, you would’ve laughed in their face. But looking down at Jinyoung softly grazing the skin surrounding your belly button only made you realize just how much you loved him, how thankful you were to have him in your life and how you’d be nothing without him. 

Although he was thousands of miles away from his family in Korea, being in your embrace made him realize that he never felt closer to home than he did in that moment. You were all he knew and wanted to know. Sure, he hated how life in America was when he first moved almost a year ago. But you showed him so much love, warmth, support and happiness since he arrived and he couldn’t have been more thankful to his parents for making the decision to send him abroad. The two of you had yet to learn to communicate with each other completely, but love was a language you both could understand and he would continue to show you just how much he loves you for as long as time allows him to.