#to have the waves spray my face but only gently and only sometimes

[kitkatstu-dies]

Back to school inspo ✨📚

[madamechrissy]

Could you make a short fem reader! (Around like 5'0) x yandere gojo!

(PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!)

Absolutely, I hope you enjoy this one!!! 🥰

Pairings: Yandere! Gojo x short Fem! reader

Explicit- sexual content, yandere behavior - wc 1.1k

°̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ You're Mine, got it Baby? °̩̥˚̩̩̥͙°̩̥ 

Satoru pulls up to your home, and what does he see, but the neighbor helping you put in a new porch light, because you're so damn short. You're in that pretty sundress, how cute he thinks, before the anger takes over, because the neighbor has eyes for you, he's slinking his gaze down at you, right at your breasts, Satoru can tell even if you're oblivious.

Satoru walks out of the car and slams the door, beeping the alarm and getting your attention. You beam up at him with a pretty smile on your face, waving, as he scowls and walks up to the front step, looking at the neighbor who can't stop ogling you like a lovesick puppy, thinking of all the ways he could get rid of him.

How dare he even look at you.

Sometimes Satoru wonders if he should even let you leave the house, you already quit your job and stay home for him, but even stepping out front you're just too pretty. Perhaps he'll put a baby in you, to keep you more occupied? Fuck and the thoughts of putting a baby in you...

"All done here?" Satoru says then, getting the neighbor's attention, he's a young man with brown hair and doe eyes, he looks up at Satoru, who has his hands in his trouser pockets, as the wind is blowing around his soft white hair. Satoru looks at him behind those blue gucci shades, tilting his head.

"Y-yes, all done Mr. Gojo. Mrs. Gojo." He takes your little hand, bending down to kiss it, as Gojo scowls, clenching his fists. "If you need anything please let me know-"

That's it.

Satoru snatches you up by the waist then, picking you up like you're nothing, you cling to him as your short little legs dangle off the floor. You love how short you are next to him, you love how big he is, how you're clinging to his strong shoulders as his big arm wraps you, and you can feel his heart thudding in his chest, inhaling that cologne that's a hundred dollars a spray, hitting your core with need.

"She's pretty busy buddy, buh bye now." Satoru pats the boy on the shoulders, and he almost topples over from that, running off as Satoru walks you into your gorgeous house, shoving you against the door as it closes. He glares at you with those beautiful blue eyes behind those shades, his full lips in a terse line.

"T-Toru... I missed you." You say softly, and he moans softly, stepping closer and grabbing your legs, wrapping them around his hips, his thick length strained and pressing at the apex of your thighs. You moan, clinging to him tighty, expensive dress shirt tight in your grip.

"T-Toru..." He mocks then, glaring, one hand sliding possessively up your throat, his long fingers wrapping it. "You should know you belong to me, little brat. Yeah?"

"Of course I know! Toru he just offered to help when I was standing on a chair-"

"In this dress!?" You sigh, having an obsessive husband was hot at times, and at times scary or just annoying. "I had to leave work early when I saw him."

"When you saw him!?"

"You wait for me next time. Now, c'mon." He carries you to your huge four post bed, tossing you unceremoniously, and you gasp when he's shoving up your dress, yanking your panties down and then inhaling them, white lashes fluttering shut. "Only I get to look at these sexy legs." He cooes, sliding his hands up them, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

"Toru... they're not sexy, they're short!"

"I love them, they're the sexiest. When they're wrapped around my face." He whispers, kissing up them, as you gently take off his glasses, setting them on the night stand, before your head falls back in pleasure, your hips bucking up as his breath tickles your sensitive cunt.

"Toru I would never want anyone but you, I love you so much. Swear he's nothing compared to you." He exhales then, and he's yanking you by the fat of your ass, long arms wrapping your hips, as his lips kiss the puffy lips of your sex.

"Already wet, this better be f'me, baby. Is it?" He asks, so needy, and you nod eagerly, hands gripping that silvery hair.

"Of course it's you, Toru, no one gets me wet. I missed you today." He groans then, as you cup his face, then he's lapping at your cunt, sliding the flat of his tongue up your slit, spreading your folds and then dipping his tongue in your tight entrance. "Satoru! F-fuck!"

"Mmm." He's vibrating your eager cunt as he moans, and Satoru Gojo devours your pussy, he doesn't just eat it. He has you writhing under him, gushing wetness all over his beautiful face, as you cum so hard you're blinded. Then he has you flipped, and you're on hands and knees, your little dress shoved up your hips, as he smacks the fuck out of your ass, earning your yelp. "You're mine, say it."

"Y-Yours, Toru. I'm yours. Please..." You whine, earning the thick tip of his cock lining with your entrance, then he's shoved in so deep, and you scream out, head falling back.

"This tiny little body, all mine, fucking got me baby?" You nod eagerly as he fucks into you, one hand pulling on your shoulder as the other smacks your ass again. "No talking... to him again.... fucking gonna kill him... looking at..."

"Toru! Cumming!" You whimper, only for him to pull out, making you twitch and wriggle, burying your head in the bed as your cunt throbs, aching for him. "Toru, I'm sorry, I'm yours!"

"Need to learn a lesson, don't you baby?" He's fingering your cunt with two fingers, up and down on that spongy spot, and you can't stop the hoarse screams as your husband fingers you so good. "I think I need to put a baby in you, yeah? So you know you always belong to me."

His words should scare you but it's Satoru Gojo, so you just eat them the fuck up, until you're about to cum again, eyes rolling back, drool sliding out of your mouth. "Please, please... put one in me. M'yours, sw-swear!"

"Mmm, want a baby in your tummy from me?"

"Yes, please!"

"Never talk to him again." He shoves back in your cunt, stretching you out as he bottoms out, and you hear the squelching sound of your eager pussy suck him in. Your hands clutch the soft blankets as he begins slamming into you over and over. "Promise, and I'll let you cum baby."

"Promise, swear, I won't, I won't." He moans, then rolls his hips up, pulling your hair, big body taking over your little one, and he whispers in your ear.

"You're mine, got me, mine." You nod quickly, as you drip down his length, as you're so close, as his hands squeeze your throat.

"Yours." You whisper, making him moan softly.

"Good girl. Cum."

Hope you enjoyed this one, love! <3 I'm 5'0 so this one was immersive asf ahah

Full Gojo fics here: Cruel Duke Gojo story here - Sweet Lawyer Gojo here -Psycho Yandere Gojo here - Cocky CEO Gojo here - Masterlist

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Someone New 7

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Warnings: this fic will include angst, pining, romcom tropes, and some darker elements later in the series. Some triggers may not be specifically tagged. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This fic will contain explicit content. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You’ve had a crush on your best friend for years, but you’re slapped in the face with reality when he takes things to the next level with his girlfriend.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Thor

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The morning is going splendid. You spilled your coffee and the tea you packed in a thermos, you left on your counter. The realisation doesn’t hit you until you pull up to the site. You huff and hang your head, gripping the steering wheel as you brace yourself for your caffeine withdrawal. 

At least it’s dry. Mostly. As Thor forecast, the rain didn’t come until the night. The steady patter kept you awake, along with that lingering displacement that never quite leaves you. Fatigue is another constant. Your new normal; sleepless nights and sleepy days. 

You get out and set to work. It’s all you can do. It’s all you’ve been doing. Just keep going. It doesn’t matter how, just get it done, get through the day. 

You yawn at your task, brushing digging, oh so gently wiggling the little form. It’s almost out. Almost free. In your eagerness for some progress, you get careless. Your hand slips and the spearhead grazes our palm. Is isn’t until the stinging splits your skin that you realise it’s a slash. 

Damn it, you didn’t put your damned gloves on. 

Great, with the luck you’re having, you’ve just contracted some ancient virus. You hiss and grip your wrist. Your adrenaline triggers your heart. You take a few breaths to stay calm as you watch the blood bead to the surface. 

You curse and stagger to your feet. You grab the rag from your back pocket and clutch it in your injured hand. You grip it tight as you cross the site, careful not to tread to heavily, and you angle the fencing to sidle between two panels.  

You clumsily pull open the car door and reach under the seat. You always keep an emergency with you. It’s a rule of thumb for your sort of work. You never know what might happen. Bug spray, sunscreen, bandages, swabs, a hole trove of supplies. 

You shake as the pain intensifies, thrumming through your palm. You come out and rest the plastic tote on the hood and sift through with your single hand. This is going to be awkward as hell. While you enjoy your solitary, it can sometimes be unsettling. What if something worse happened? 

“Ruff, ruff, rrrrruffffff,” the growlish yet high-pitched barking comes from up the mountain road. 

You pause as he peek under the rag and peer up as gravel mulches. Another visit? Your work is so boring, you wouldn’t expect him again. Thor appears as Thunder hops before him, spastic as she sniffs the ground in circles. He smiles and waves but you can only manage a grimace before you look back to your wound. 

“Morning,” he booms as he scoops up the small dog and nears the other side of the car, “it’ll be a sunny one.” 

“You sure?” You look up at the greyish blue skies, than at him. Hm, the hue of above is rather similar to his eyes.  

“I know so,” he assures you and tilts his head curiously, “why are you so grim?” 

You show him your hand as you lift the cloth from it. He lets out a sympathetic hum and sets Thunder on the ground. She runs over to inspect the fence as he rounds the hood towards you. As he gets closer, his size is even more obvious. He’s well-built, you can see it even at a distance, but up close and personal, he’s almost inhuman in stature. 

“Yikes,” he offers his hand, “may I?” 

“Really, it’s not—I can handle it.” 

“I’m certain you can. Only the bravest woman would come to these grey lands and sit alone in the dirt,” he jokes. “Please, it’ll be easier with two hands.” 

You relent, a tinge of embarrassment hot in your cheeks, and peel the rag away. You hold your hand out to him and he brings one of his large ones to cradle it. Wow. He’s massive. The difference in your hands is startling. 

“Nasty cut,” he muses as he reaches over for the swabs you’ve piled out on the metal, “but it shouldn’t need more than a snug wrap.” 

“Thanks,” you look away, eyeing the dirt as his proximity makes you squirm.  

You can’t remember the last time a man touched you, especially a handsome one. Well, aside from Sam and Bucky but those were just hugs and usually ended in them arguing anyway. You’ve never been the most popular girl in the world and those men you managed to reel in didn’t stay on the hook very long. You never really tried to keep them. You were always too distracted. 

You wince as he wipes the cut with the alcoholic cloth. He softens his touch but holds your hand firm from beneath. He offers a rumbling apology as he focuses on tending to you. His intent is new to you. The way he looks at your palm holds more than any look you’ve ever gotten from a man. Or anyone. 

He crumples up the used wipe and takes another. He’s thorough. You feel a shiver roll through you despite the warmth in the air. He trades the wipe for the roll of gauze and wraps the strip around your hand, hooking over your thumb and looping your wrist. He uses the little metal clip to pin it then turns your hand over, brushing his own over it as he grins. 

“Good as new,” he announces, “though I recommend you not use it too much. And perhaps a pair of gloves.” 

“Yeah, I forgot. Long day.” 

“It’s nine in the morning?” He chuckles. 

“Yep,” you agree dryly. 

“Hopefully it gets better,” he says. 

“Yeah, maybe,” you agree dully and toss the things back in the tote.  

He picks it up before you can and keeps it from your reach, “like I said, you should take it easy.” 

“Well, there’s work to be done,” you say as he moves to the open door and slides the tote inside. “What are you doing back here?” 

“Ah, I let the queen lead the way,” he stands straight and closes the car door. He looks past you and your head perks up. Thunder is very quiet. “As ever, she does not tread with caution.” 

You turn to find the chihuahua inside the fence. You jump in place and sprint over, clattering between the panels as you call after her. “No, no, sweetie, be careful!” 

You chase her around where you were digging as you sense Thor watching from without. Great! You hope she didn’t pee anywhere. 

A sharp whistle pierces the air and Thunder stops. She sits in place, still wiggling, but doesn’t move. You peek back at Thor and he nods. You near her and pick her up. 

“Sorry about her, she is a free spirit,” he tuts as you cross back to him. “I will be certain she does not stray again. My apologies.” 

You’re taken aback by his sincerity. You try to remember the last time someone apologised to you and sounded like they meant it. Hell, when’s the last time you even got an apology. You dip out between the grating and hold out the dog. 

“I would hate to get in your way any more than we already have,” he hugs her with one arm and spreads his other hand over his chest, “we will be on our way. I do hope the sunshine brings some brightness to your day.” 

“Um, thanks,” you shift on your feet and hide your twiddling fingers. “You too.” 

“I’ve already found my sunlight,” he grins even wider and blinks, “now, Thunder, let’s go make a storm somewhere else.” He twists on his heel and lumbers off, “perhaps mother might put up with you for a time.” 

You stand just outside the fence and watch him go. A lock of his golden hair hangs loosely form his bun, dangling down his back, wagging almost like the dog’s little tail. He bounds over the lumpy ground and disappears behind the rock face. You look down and smile. 

Not everything is so bad and you can see the amber ribbon limning the clouds. The sun will be there soon. Just like he promised. 

💟

Thor comes back again. 

It’s a week since you cut your hand. Like before, you can’t predict him. You don’t hear him approach as he’s alone. You only notice him as he clangs something on the fence and lets out an ‘oops’. You pop your head up and look over at him through squinting eyes. Your forehead hurts from the expression. 

You smooth out your face and stand, facing him. He wiggles a metal canister in his hand. The wind sweeps the strands around his square jaw as the sky pulses in shades of gray behind him. 

“Thought you might like some hot tea,” he holds up the thermos. 

“Oh, uh... you didn’t have to...” you look at the sky and its quivering blanket. You’ve been pondering packing up for the last hour. “Thanks.” 

“Not to worry, I was restless.” 

“And you always go walking through the mountains when you’re bored?” You wonder as you step around the markers in the dirt. 

“I live here, there isn’t very much else to do and it isn’t a good day for swimming.” 

“Swimming?” You nod and click your tongue. “Sounds like the life to me.” 

“Mm, it can be rather languid when there isn’t work to do,” he turns the thermos in his hands as he talks, “Have you tried cloudberry?” 

“Cloudberry? Never heard of it.” 

He pokes the thermos between the panels and you take it. He pushes the barrier back into place between you, hooking his fingers into the links. You feel the warmth through the copper-coloured metal. 

“You didn’t have to come all this way for tea,” you laugh. 

“I wanted to ask after your hand. See how it’s healing,” he says. 

“Oh, uh,” you open and close your gloved hand, “just a scab now. I’m all good.” 

He smiles and keeps himself from leaning to heavily as the fence dips towards you. He coughs and realigns his feet, brushing back the looses strands around his face with a flick. He pushes his shoulders back and drops his hand. 

“So uh, you should try the tea. I put together the herbs myself, steeped it...” he bounces on his heels, “I suppose it’s not that impressive but it is good. Antioxidants, anti-inflammatory.” 

“Wow, sounds like one of those superfoods,” you scoffs as you pull of your glove and tuck it into your work belt. You untwist the cap and steam wisps out. You smell the tea and blow over it. You look up and find him watching you. “You’re starting to make me nervous, what’s in it?” 

“Just tea,” he assures. “I can’t lie to you, though. It wasn’t my idea. My mother suggested it. She’s very interested to see what you’re digging up but I’m afraid she can’t do much at the moment.” 

“Oh, your mother? Is she sick?” 

“She is in perfect health aside from her dislocated knee. She went rock climbing and well, accidents happen, eh?” 

“Yeah, sure do,” you show him your cut. “But they get better.” 

A lull rises as you take a dainty sip. The tartness tweaks your cheeks and you scrunch up your nose. 

“You don’t like it?” 

“It’s... different but not bad,” you say. “So, your parents live up here too?” 

“Mm, yes. I’m afraid I’m occupying their attic at the moment. I sold my home in Oslo, it was much too... cold.” 

You can’t help but snort, “it’s Norway.” 

“Ah, so it is. I should be used to it,” he agrees. “And how are you faring here? Have you adjusted to these dour lands?” 

“Eh, I’m trying,” you put the lid back on and turn it until tight. “Thanks for the tea.” 

“My pleasure,” he assures you. “Seems lonely work.” 

“I don’t mind it,” you shrug and cross your arms, tucking the thermos beneath one arm. 

“Interesting though. Have you found very much?” 

“Ugh, a spearhead and some pieces of the shaft. A vase, cracked though. Some beads.” 

“Beads,” he echoes thoughtfully, “is this all confidential?” 

“Not really, you wanna see?” 

“Very much so,” he says. 

“Right, uh, let me just...” 

You go back to where you were sat and plant the thermos in the dirt. You scurry around, overly aware of his observation, and go to the pin of your catalogued items. You find the bone beads and brings the little dish of them over to the fence. You hold them up as he peers between the links. 

“They have runes,” he intones. 

“Yeah, I’ve got the meaning of all of them except, er...” you pull out the single bead made of jade, “this one.” 

He hums and considers it closely, leaning in. 

“Not a rune. That’s a family symbol.” 

“Oh?” 

“My family’s.” 

“Wow, uh,” you lower your chin, “that’s... I... kinda feel like a thief.” 

“Can’t have cared very much about it if it’s down there,” he remarks, “you know, my father has mapped out much of our genealogy. As much as he can. He might be able to assist with your research, if he can find the time. Bit of a hermit these days.” 

“Oh, uh maybe, I’d hate to bother,” you smile sheepishly, “erm...” you look around, “where’s Thunder? Awful quiet without her.” 

“She’s keeping mother company. I’ve told her not to be too much of an imp, can’t have her making it worse,” he shakes his head. “The two of them are both stubborn as the other.” 

You can’t help the twitch in your eye. All this talk of your family has you suddenly homesick. You fight not to crack and swallow tightly. 

“Anyway, thanks again for the tea.” 

“Your parents must miss you,” he says abruptly. 

“Erm, yeah, my mom calls now and then but she’s better as an empty nester. Dad’s got his head under a hood most days so...” 

“Friends? Boyfriend?” He wonders. 

You arch a brow. He’s not very subtle and yet his inquiry can’t be anything but innocent, right? You’re still strangers. He can’t be into you. Not someone who looks like him. How long did you pray for Steve to even see you like that? This man is definitely not going to. 

“Friends. Sam likes to pester me when I should be sleeping and Bucky... they’re funny.” You sniff and gaze past him. You won’t mention that giant elephant in your head. The one you think about at night. 

“Lots to miss back home, it sounds like,” he breaks the silence before it can settle. 

“Yeah, but not every day you get to travel.” 

“And to a beautiful land,” Thor declares, “I hope one day you’ll come out of the dirt and see more of it. You’ll be surprised what lays further up the mountain.” 

You smile and look down, “yeah, maybe one day.” 

“Until then,” he backs up on his heel, “I won’t distract you any further. Enjoy your tea.” He turns and strides away, pausing halfway as you linger by the fence, “the rain will be here around five so I would leave early, otherwise you’ll be driving through it.” 

“Right,” your chest deflates just a little. You don’t know what you wanted him to say but you’re disappointed, “thanks.” 

[echoingbirdsofprey]

Delicate (Jake's Version)

3 - Just A Lil' Bit

Pairing: Jake 'Hangman Seresin x OFC Samantha Kazansky

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Sam and Jake fighting for dominance by insulting each other, swearing as usual

WC: 3.2k

A/N: The dreaded date...or maybe not?

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The view was nice, staring down at the pilots, especially when Jake unzipped his flight suit and took his white t-shirt off and wiped himself off with it.

Disgusting and hot.

Sam couldn't believe herself. She broke her own promise to herself, and all to go out with this handsome asshole. She texted her friend back at Harvard, Shelby. 

Sam: hey

Shelby: hi baby gorl

Sam: what are you doin

Shelby; working 🤦‍♀️

Sam: is it bad?

Shelby: just annoying, it's like no one knows what they're doing and I'm the only one that can function properly...how's Cali?

Sam: gorgeous

Shelby: and the military guys??? 👀

Sam: gorgeoussssss

Shelby: sleep with any yet?

Sam: going to dinner with one tonight he's a fucking asshole

Shelby: well if it isn't that your type

Sam: I hate that thats my type what the fuck why am I like this

Shelby: Ugh sorry I gtg text me later after your date if you're not fuckin him

Sam: 🤣🫡

Sam pursed her lips and checked the time. Three. She couldn’t believe how fast the day had gone by, and as Ice stood stiffly from his seat, Maverick had appeared in the doorway. Her father looked tired, and Mav knew that so he offered to walk down to the truck with them.

“Sam, you just let me know if any of my pilots get out of hand. They're all great, but I know they can be rowdy sometimes. Especially Hangman.” He said and Sam smirked and shook her head.

“He's persistent that's for sure. Is he like this with every girl that he meets?” She asked and he nodded. She glanced at her father who had a smile on his face. His expression was soft otherwise. She couldn't help but think maybe he was thinking of her mother in that moment, and about the story he'd told Sam of how he'd finally gotten her to go out with him, after many attempts and rejections. 

“They usually don't play so hard to get. Good for you for making him work for it. Might help him grow up a bit. You know where he's taking you to dinner?” He asked as they headed down the stairs. It took Ice a few extra minutes and he was breathing a little heavier at the bottom but still seemed happier than he'd been in a while. Sam had taken one of his hands and Mav, the other as they headed out into the afternoon sun.

“He mentioned a place called The Marine Room. It's on the waterfront I guess.” She said and Maverick gently rubbed her shoulder.

“He must be pretty smitten with you. He doesn't take any girls to restaurants that fancy.” He said as they came up on the truck. Mav helped Ice into the vehicle and then he gave Sam a hug before letting her know he was around if she needed anything. She nodded and they parted ways. Ice grabbed her hand over the console and smiled at her. He held his phone up.

If you get uncomfortable at all, text me, and I'll have Mav rescue you.

She smiled and shook her head. “Thanks, dad.” She said. They drove in silence on the way home. She helped her father from the truck and he motioned for her to go get ready when they entered the house. She had an hour or so, so she took her time. Ice sat on the couch and turned the tv on. Sarah, Mark, and Alexandra wouldn’t be home for a little while longer, so it would be just Ice to greet Jake. She heard her phone buzz.

Nat: are you going on a DATE with Hangman????

She smirked and made her way up the stairs and took a quick shower just to freshen up. She dried her hair only slightly and sprayed a beach hair spray in it to create soft curls and waves. She texted Nat back.

Sam: call me?

She pulled a dark gray dress from her closet, one that she only wore to special occasions. It hugged her curves perfectly, and had a slit that her thigh showed through. The middle had a ruched band, and it had quarter sleeves, with both sides off her shoulders. Her phone rang and she answered.

“Are you for real?” Nat asked over the line. Sam could hear some other chatter in the background and wondered where Nat was. 

“He’s so fucking annoying, Nat, I had to do something to get him to stop.” Sam turned a couple times in the mirror, looking at her own ass. “And it’s an excuse for me to dress up and be hot for the night.”

“You could dress up and be hot for a night with me. I can find you way better guys.” Nat said, and Sam heard someone say ‘hell yeah’ in agreement with her. 

“I don’t know...there’s something about him I find charming.” Sam said, fixing her dress a bit. 

“Gross. He’s just such an egotistical prick.” Nat said with a small chuckle and then she heard Bob’s voice saying ‘is she really going through with this?’

“Yeah but I feel like that’s all a facade.” Sam said and she heard Nat make a noise in agreement. Nat did actually agree with that. There was something in the way Hangman...Jake...was inconsistent in his assholery. Sure, it was easy for him to be an asshole, but she felt like that came from a place of confidence. Nat hated to admit it, but Jake was a great pilot. He had the stats to prove it.

“Sammy...just don’t do anything you don’t want to...and if you get uncomfortable, just text me. Bob and I will rescue you. And then you and I are gonna hang out tomorrow night and you’ll tell me everything.” Nat said softly and sincerely. Sam thanked her and said bye, hanging up after Nat told her ‘good luck’.

Sam left the rose gold jewelry from earlier and redid her makeup, again just eyeliner, mascara, and a little bit of a faint bit of metallic gray eye shadow this time. She pulled out a milk chocolate colored pair of heels, t-strap stilettos with a rose gold chain around the ankle and open toes. She didn't bother with a bag, just her phone with the wallet case was perfect. Less was more for this look and Jake said fancy, so she was going to give him fancy.

Jake was nearly shitting himself. She'd sent him the address and when he pulled up his mouth dropped open at the two brand new trucks in the driveway, and the sheer size of the house. He got out, fixed his shirt again, and began walking up to the door. He'd picked black dress pants, a white button up dress shirt with the sleeves rolled and a black vest. His hair was perfectly quaffed. He was going to bring her flowers, but he didn’t have time to grab any, but then he thought maybe that was too much. 

He knocked on the door and it took a few minutes before it opened and there stood Fleet Commander Tom Kazansky. The Iceman . The color flushed from Jake's face and for the first time in a long time, he was nervous as fuck. He held his hand out to shake Ice’s. The Commander smiled and motioned for the Lieutenant to enter. He disappeared for a few moments and left Jake to look around. The foyer was huge, with a beautiful staircase that spiraled up and there were pictures of Ice and his co-pilots all over. There were pictures of Ice and Sarah, and Ice with his kids. There were graduation pictures from Harvard of Sam. Pictures of Sam and Ice at the base when she was younger. Pictures of Sam on horses with tons of ribbons. Pictures of her other siblings, Mark from baseball and football, and Alexandra doing lacrosse and horseback riding. Picture of the whole family as Ice accepted his promotion, and so many more. 

Holy fuck, Jake thought, just as Ice had ambled back into the foyer. He wasn't a small man, but Jake imagined he'd been wider in his younger days. The Commander was frail now, thin even, and his clothing, though well fitted, hung off of him in a slightly haunting manner. Jake knew the Commander had cancer and defeated it, but it looked like it had taken quite the toll on him. Jake thought the worst then in thinking what if Ice was going to die soon? He shook that from his head as he saw Ice typing something on his phone. Then Ice stopped and backspace and put his phone in his pocket. He straightened up and got in Jake's space. He smirked his classic Iceman smirk and glanced up and down at Jake. He offered his hand for him to shake and Jake did and then Ice did something he really wasn't expecting. He spoke. 

“Don't. Hurt. My. Girl. Understand?” Ice rasped, his words coming slow and hard. Jake's eyes widened. Realization hit him that this was a man who did not say anything if he didn't have to at this point. The fact that he was speaking to Jake was astounding. He'd heard Ice didn't speak because it was painful, so the simple fact was that he would not waste words if he had to. 

“Yes. Sir. I promise you, I only have the best intentions. I will treat her with the utmost respect.” Jake said. Ice nodded to him and they both stood for a few more moments waiting for Sam. 

Rocco seemed late to the party, only barking a few times as he walked up to Jake and then sat at his feet, expecting pets. Jake kneeled down and scratched the little long dog's back for a moment before hearing heels clack down the stairs. He gazed up and stood at attention with a goofy smile on his face as Sam came down. 

“Damn.” He muttered. Even with the heels she was still a half a foot shorter than him. “You look stunning.” He said out loud and she smiled. He looked over at Ice, who had a look of pride on his face as he watched his daughter.

“Night, dad.“ She said, kissing Ice on the cheek, and then she walked past Jake and out the door. Ice shook his head and saluted the Lieutenant. Jake saluted him back and headed out the door.

As he stepped outside, his breath hitched and his heart pounded in his chest at the sight of Sam leaning against his truck. Good thing he'd washed it recently. As he got closer, she shot him a smirk and he could've just died right there. Enemy SAM's could just take him out and he'd happily go. 

Calm down, Jake. For fuck’s sake.

He opened the door for her and offered his hand to help her up. His truck was decently tall and it had steps that folded up and down when the doors opened. She didn't take his hand, instead pulled herself up gracefully by the handle above her head. Jake pursed his lips and shut her door for her. 

He hopped in and started the truck. As they drove, it was silent, but Jake’s eyes kept flickering over to Sam. He was surprised when she did speak.

“So what's the plan for tonight?” She asked and his eyes went wide.

“Just dinner.” He said, confidently.

“Really.” She said, almost sounding bored, then for the rest of the drive, she kept her gaze out the window. All she could think about was how nice and well put together Jake looked but she didn't dare admit it to him. That would boost his already gigantic ego. When they arrived, Jake hurried around to Sam's door and opened it, offering his hand again. She hopped out without taking it. He grinned, appreciating her act of defiance against him. Jake shut the door and walked next to her, deciding the best place to put his hands was folded behind his back. He opened the door for her and followed her in. At the front desk, he smiled at the hostess.

“Reservation for Jake Seresin.” He said, as if everyone should know who he was. Sam raised a brow as she wondered how long he had the reservation for. The place wasn't terribly busy at the moment, only a few couples here and there, and it looked like the patio looking out over the ocean was empty. And that ended up being where they were sitting. 

“Did you reserve the whole patio for us?” Sam asked as Jake pulled the chair out for her. He smirked as he sat down across from her. The waitress brought over a bottle of wine and two glasses, popped the cork and left it on the table. Jake gave it a few minutes and then poured a glass for Sam and then himself. When he didn’t say anything, just kept smiling, Sam asked again. “You reserved the patio for us? The whole thing? Seriously? Jake...”

“I did.” Jake said, taking a sip of his wine. Sam played with the bottom of her glass.

“Why are you going through all this trouble?.” Sam asked and he shook his head. Jake reached across the table to where her hand was. He covered hers with his and she didn’t pull away, only looked into his pretty green eyes as he spoke.

“When I see something I want, I go after it. I know I’m an asshole...everyone thinks I'm an asshole. But I’m an asshole because I know I’m damn good at what I do. When I first saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, and I knew you weren’t just gonna give me anything. That’s a challenge for me and I thrive on a challenge. A good relationship isn’t worth it, in my eyes, if it’s all easy and nice. You need to be able to face challenges together and come out the other side...” He explained and Sam noticed the sincerity in his voice as he continued,”And I didn’t want anyone else goin’ after you. And I had no idea who your father was, but even now, I don't care. It shouldn't matter. What matters is how you and I feel about each other. I’m not looking for a one night stand...I’m not gonna force you to do anything...I don’t even expect or want a good night kiss after this. But I just needed a chance...so I’m glad you gave me that.”

Sam sat in stunned silence, feeling her cheeks heat. All she could think about was Jake’s hand over hers and how she wanted to jump across the table and kiss him, but she knew she couldn’t. She understood him a little better now. If he wanted something, he went for it, until he got it. Jake pulled his hand away and opened his menu and glanced through it quickly, obviously knowing exactly what he wanted. He smiled at Sam.

“Get whatever you want.” He said, closing his menu. She blinked and flipped through the menu. There were no prices so that usually meant it was expensive.

The waitress came over and took their orders. Jake got Filet Mignon. Sam got Swordfish, which she hadn’t had in a long time. As they sat and watched the setting sun dip below the horizon, Sam gazed over at Jake. 

“So how's this gonna work?” She asked and Jake raised a brow. Sam continued. “Us. Say I decide I wanna see you again, assuming this all goes well. Or...what if I'm the one that wants the one night stand?”

“I'd say that would suck because I'm really not looking for those anymore.” Jake said and Sam grinned and glanced around. She placed her elbows on the table and twirled her finger around the rim of the wine glass as she bit her bottom lip. Jake's eyes lit up as he watched her.

“Listen... Lieutenant Seresin ...every guy I've ever been with, has been boring. Fucking boring. They try to do these big gestures...they try to win me over...they try and try and try and they've all failed. And they're all scared of my father. Money can't buy me. Why the fuck are you so special?” She asked, her tone even but somewhat sultry, as if she was gently teasing him. Jake saw some of his own arrogance reflected back at him. Something he'd never seen in the opposite sex. Many had tried but none could pull it off quite like Sam could. He liked it, in fact...he thought it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Jake’s nose wrinkled as he leaned over his own glass, their faces only inches apart now. His voice took on a low and lascivious tone as he answered her.

“Well...Samantha Kazansky...someone has to be...why not me? I've got the looks. I've got the talent. I've got the drive. I can peacock with the best of them, but when it comes down to it and action is required, I come through. Every. Single. Time. And I won't be intimidated by your father. He's an honest and honorable man and I think he recognizes that in other men as well. I don't think he'd have let me take you if he didn't think I had some redeeming qualities.” He said and Sam smiled and her eyes darkened. God he's the biggest asshole I've ever met and I'm so fucking turned on right now, she thought as she watched his lips turn up into a sinful grin. And that was, unfortunately, the moment that their food arrived. 

They both sat back in their seats, both taking a heavy breath, and thanked the waitress for putting their food down. The first bite that Sam took made her reconsider everything she'd said for a second. Maybe, just maybe Jake's money could buy her...just a little bit. They were both quick to finish their food and that made Sam sad. She didn't really want the date to end so soon, but she definitely wasn't going to ask Jake to take her anywhere else. Maverick was right. Make him work for it a bit. Jake paid the check and on their way out, he took a hold of Sam's hand and she let him. He helped her into his truck and she allowed that as well. 

They'd only been out a couple of hours, and she'd expected her father to be asleep by then, which he was. Her siblings had also gone to bed, and her mother had waited up for her. Rocco too. Jake walked her up to the front door and he took a hold of her hand, pressing a kiss to the back.

“Goodnight.” He said, his green eyes locking on her chocolate ones with a fierce intensity that had her wanting so much more than just a fucking kiss on the hand. The only thing she could think of then for the rest of the night, was Lieutenant Jake Seresin's grin as he walked back to his truck, knowing he had driven her crazy. Knowing he had frustrated her, because he wasn't going to be another boring guy. He was gonna make her work for this too. And that was all worth it to him.

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jseresin90: so can I have your actual number now???

whitehotkazansky: yeah I guess

Sam sent her number and he sent her another message. 

jseresin90: ill text you I the morning when I'm on my way to pick you up for breakfast

whitehotkazansky: wait what

jseresin90: and I had a great time tonight I hope you did too

[goodgirlformatt]

Beach Day - M.S

Summary: You and Matt are good friends, and decided to have a little beach day. Catching the sunrise and playing in the water is maybe a little too romantic for just friends.

Warnings: Kissing, fluff :)

a/n: Ok, I actually think this story is super cute :,). Pretty short story! Not proofread.

My alarm goes off early in the morning before I groggily turn it off. I sit up in bed and yawn and stretch before getting up and ready to catch the sunrise at the beach with Matt.

I slide on my bikini, a dark blue color with light blue trim, a little metal circle connecting the cups on my sternum. It’s my favorite bikini, it hugs my body just how i like and makes me look good.

I put on minimal waterproof makeup; mascara, some concealer, and just a spritz of setting spray. I make sure I have in earrings that won’t be harmed by the salt water and put on my daily necklace.

I get a text from Matt saying he’s outside. I quickly pull on some shorts and a bikini cover and grab my slouchy bag before I go outside and hop in his car.

The car ride is quiet, but not uncomfortable. We’re both just very tired from having woken up so early. It’s just quiet music playing with the dark sky as he drives us over to the beach.

Once we get there, he parks and we find a spot to sit in the sand. Laying out our beach towels next to each other, we watch the sky lighten up before turning a beautiful orange hue, with hints of pink and blue.

I use my digital camera to take a few pictures of the sky, even being able to sneak one of just Matt. The way the sky lights had his face contoured was so enchanting to see, I had to take a picture.

…

“The suns fully up, wanna get in the water?” He says with a bright blue sky above us.

“Yeah, why not” I say, standing up. I take off my shorts and bikini cover. I see his eyes glaze over my body but I don’t mention anything. After all, he’s just my friend. Right?

We walk down close to the shore and start walking in. The cold water freezing my feet and ankles.

“Oh my god!” I say with a laugh when I feel just how cold the water really is.

“C’mon don’t be a baby! Get in here.” Matt teases me with a grin, holding his hand out for me to take.

I hesitantly take his hand and walk in until the water is about up to my knees.

“No I can’t do it!” I giggle and shake my head. Words I would regret.

Matt gets a devilish smile before letting go of my hand and grabbing my waist, taking me out further. I yelp and laugh as he does, trying to fight against it.

Without warning, Matt throws me into the water once it’s deep enough, a yell escaping my throat.

I resurface to see him laughing as I brush my hair out of my face, the salt water accentuating my waves.

“Oh you’re gonna pay for that.” I say with a giggle, pointing my index finger at him.

“Oh yeah? What’re you gonna do?” He teases me and crosses his arms.

I grab his shoulders before pushing him into the deep water, laughing myself. Once he resurfaces, he brushes his hair out of his face and shakes his head at me.

“Come here!” He says with a smile, coming towards me. I yelp and giggle as I start running from him, the water splashing as I do.

He catches up quickly and grabs me by the waist, pulling me into his body.

“Gotcha!” He says with a laugh of his own.

I spin around to face him as we laugh lightly together, now both completely drenched.

“Hey, is my mascara messed up?” I ask him. I know I put on waterproof, but it still flakes sometimes.

“You got a few specs. Here.” He says, swiping his thumb under my eyes, getting rid of the flakes of mascara. His soft gentle hands hold my face like it’s a dainty piece of glass, careful not to break it.

“There you go.” He says softly, still holding onto my face gently. I can only softly smile back at him.

“Thank you.” I say softly back. If he was just a friend, why did I want so badly to kiss him?

“You look beautiful.” He says. His cheeks go red when he realizes what he said, and I blush too. We both lightly chuckle at the redness of our cheeks.

I glance at his lips when I notice him moving slightly closer. Butterflies fill my stomach and I can’t help but lean in as well. One hand of his stays on my face while the other goes to my waist. He gently pulls me in, brushing his lips against mine.

I close my eyes, bringing my hands up to his upper arms to hold him there. The waves gently crash against us as our lips finally lock together.

His lips are so soft, gently locking with mine over and over, the faint taste of my coconut lipgloss and salt water there.

Once we finally break away I just blush and softly smile at him. Did that really happen? He looks at me the same.

I get a mischievous smile on my face before splashing water at him again and giggle.

“Really?” He says in a joking unamused tone and a laugh, tilting his head.

[airandyeah]

By The Beach Merman Nanami X Reader pt.10

My Masterlist for more chapters Here is the Spotify Playlist There is a song in the playlist a lot of people dislike the band who sings it, so please just bare with me. THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR READING! LOVE YOU ALL!!! You all are lucky i have a heart, cause my recent mood would've made this sad AF. Chapter 11 will be a bonus chapter, containing smut.

It took a few months for you and Kento to get your shit together, but it worked out. Now he's fluent in English, and sometimes he gets on videos with you. You got a citizenship figured out for him by making up some story about his birth certificate being burned down in his childhood home. Kento on your videos was funny, he would always be touchy and expressive, but when you were on livestream and people got mean, he immediately changed his demeanor, going on a long rant about how people should just be kind, and rudeness is simply uncalled for, before removing them from the stream. Boy, look at you lookin' at me I know you know how I feel Now you were spending a date on the beach, not far from the house. You were celebrating a few months of Kento being back, what you declared would be his birthday. He stared at you through rose colored glasses all the time, even now, as you enjoyed the waves gently lapping at your legs, he still stared at you. All I wanna do is get high by the beach Get high by the beach, get high You had been almost completely sober since his return, trying alcohol with him being the only exception. Being in his arms gave you a different kind of pleasant buzz, not the hazy, blurring feeling that the alcohol did, it was like a breath of fresh air. We won't survive We're sinkin' into the sand You released a steady breath, turning to lock eyes with your boyfriend. "Hi." You whisper, the moment feeling peaceful, no reason for your voice to over power it. Kento smiles at you, as he takes his hand gently in yours. "I've been thinking", he tells you, his voice also low, but it made you pay more attention to whatever he was about to say. All I wanna do is get by by the beach Get by, baby, baby, bye-bye He seems to mull over his words carefully, before he turns towards you fully, tucking his legs under himself. "Y/N Y/L/N. I know humans have customs, and I know that usually people take time to know each other before... Getting married. And I feel like of anyone else, I know you best, and love you most. Even though I may not understand your customs, I want to marry you. I want to be, the one to spend the rest of my life by your side.". You're left speechless, before the tears come. They drip down your cheeks, almost like the droplets from the waves spray as they wash over your legs once more, while you sit in silence for a few beats. His mouth opens and his brows furrow in worry as he sees your tears. "I-I didn't intend to hurt or offen-", before he can finish, your lips are on his, silencing his apology. He kisses you back, an arm wrapping around your waist as his eyes, the warm pools of honey you've grown so fond of, flutter closed. It takes a minute before you pull back only a hair, to whisper a "yes, I will marry you", onto his lips, and he's kissing you again before you can say any more. ~~~ You both sat there on the shoreline for a while, kissing, laughing, crying, hugging. Going through all of the motions before you begin to splash each other. The spray of the water calmed your lit nerves as you both laughed and shrieked in joy at the water fight. ~~~ It's only once you're back home that you snuggle up into your bed, Kento pulling you close and spooning you, before you turn in his hold to look up at him. His face looks relaxed, the hard lines all smoothed and he is at rest. His honey eyes stare back at you before he kisses your forehead, then your nose, then your left cheek, and your right, and each corner of your lips, before placing a reverent kiss on your lips. You both let your eyes close, napping in each other's embrace.

Taglist: @kiel-luvsripples Thank you all so much for reading, the additional part will be out soon, it's been a journey writing this story, and with my coming stories I plan to be more consistent with updates. Next story that I will be coming out with, will be Sweater Weather, a Gojo X F!Reader fic. Please let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for it, I really want to put a lot of effort into it. Again, thank you all so much for reading.

[bteezxyewriter12]

Wet

Pairing- Yunho x Named Reader

Word count- 2.4k

Includes- Waterbomb Yunho, jealousy, fingering, sex, wall sex, missionary, size kink, dirty talk, tummy bulge, squirting, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxminee @yeosayang @delightfulmoonbanana @tannie13 @y00nzin0 @marsstarxhwa

@yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars @borntowalkaway @usagionthered @san-realblkwife @seonghwasstar @jejeyeppeo @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @prayerofthehaim @realisticnotes

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Yunho POV

Holding on to the huge water gun, I spray ATINYs with water, laughing when it hits them

This is fucking fun

Performing while throwing water?

Amazing

As it is I'm soaked, my clothes sticking to me, my hair plastered to my forehead

I had to take the jacket I was wearing off because it's too hot and it was hard to move in while wet

This is our last song and I'm gonna drench everyone in the crowd

Holding the mic up with one hand, I sing my part while moving the water gun across the crowd, their screams of delight amping me up

Glancing over to the other end of the stage, I chuckle watching Jongho spray everyone with the other water gun

The guys are all having a blast too

And I know my jagi is backstage laughing at my antics

The song ends and I reluctantly let go of the water gun

Waving at ATINYs, I give them finger hearts and smile as I walk backstage

"That was so fun!", Mingi laughs

He's completely drenched, even more than I am

"So fun", I agree

Looking around for her, I spot her talking to one of the makeup artists, my mouth dropping at her outfit

She had to change because she wasn't wearing that when she was helping us get ready

But holy shit, the white lacy crop tank top with the tiny shorts and sneakers is fucking hot

My girlfriend is fucking hot

"Damn Yunho", San says as he passes me, "You're girlfriend is hot"

"Shut up", I glare at him

He just smirks and shrugs, "I have eyes man"

"Look somewhere else"

He chuckles, "Look just appreciate that your girlfriend is hot and she's yours. It doesn't matter who looks at her because all she sees is you"

I mean he's right but still, I get jealous sometimes and I don't need him to tease me about it

As I get closer to her, she glances over, a huge smile overtaking her face when she sees me

"Yunnie", she greets, kissing me when I lean over to her, "You were so good baby! So cute with the water gun. Did you have fun?"

I nod, "Loads of fun. We should do this festival every year"

"Talk to the manager baby", she giggles, "Maybe you can"

I nod

Maybe I will

Or Hongjoong will

"I need to get out of these clothes", I tell her

"Yeah. Even though you're so cute when you're wet"

I grin as she takes my hand, leading me to the tour bus that brought us here, her going in first

When we get inside, some of the guys are there, in various stages of changing

"Jagi", I shriek, covering her eyes with my hands

"Yunnie!", she exclaims, her hands going to my wrists but I don't move my hands

"Oh relax Yunho", Seonghwa says, rolling his eyes, "None of us are naked"

Yeah but still

"Is anyone in the back room?", I growl

This bus comes with a room in the back where the bathroom is and a bed in case anyone wants to take a nap

"No. It's all yours", Hongjoong says, pulling his shirt on

I maneuver her around the bus, still covering her eyes until we pass Mingi, who's the last one changing before the room

I move my hands from her eyes then, opening the door and gently guiding her inside

"Really Yunnie?", she scowls, turning to me, "Don't you know by now that you're the only one I want? You're the only one who turns me on? You're the only one I love?"

"I know jagi but-"

"Do you know?", she asks, "I don't know why you're still jealous over the guys. You know I've seen them shirtless when I have to fix their clothes. And you know that I could see hundreds of men shirtless or hell even naked and not be affected because you, your body is the only one that affects me"

I feel my cheeks heat up in embarrassment because yeah I know all this

She's one of our stylists so she helps the guys dress, fixes their clothes and she always has an unbothered face while doing it

Except when it comes to me

Even before we were together, I noticed the way she looked at me, the way she bit her lip when she helped me get ready, the way her breathing got a little heavier, the way her cheeks turned an adorable shade of pink

And now that we're together her hands are always on me, she's always kissing me, always telling me how hot I am

I know I have nothing to be jealous over but it still happens and I give into it

I need to work harder at ignoring that because she's right

San's right

All she sees is me and I'm so lucky

"I'm sorry baby", I apologize, "I promise I'll be better about it ok?"

Her face softens, "Yeah Yunnie ok. I just don't know why you're so jealous sometimes. You're my everything baby, I love you more than anything and I just want you to remember that"

I nod, "I will"

She smiles softly, "Ok baby. Why don't you change so we can go enjoy the rest of the festival? Maybe get food because I'm starving"

I laugh, agreeing with her

She's tiny and thin but she can eat more than Jongho can

Where it all goes I don't know

She must have a crazy metabolism

"C'mon Yunnie", she pouts

Right, I'm supposed to be changing

First I take my shoes and socks off because it's gross and squishy

Undoing my belt, I get out of the heavy soaked pants and boxers, then pull my shirt off

When I lift my head, I catch a glimpse of her eyes darting away from me

I smirk, knowing she was checking me out

"Baby", I call softly, moving towards her

Her eyes dart back to me, running over my body, stopping at my hard dick

Yeah I'm hard

Seeing her in that outfit and noticing the way she's looking at me- instant hard on

I get to her, running my fingers up her bare arms

"Yunnie no", she says, shaking her head, "You're all wet and sticky"

Smirking wider, I slide my hand in her shorts and panties, my fingers on her soaked cunt

"So are you jagi", I inform her, "Already nice and wet for me and I didn't even touch you"

Lowering my head, I press a kiss to her bare shoulder, trailing kisses up until I get to her neck

"Don't you want to be impaled in my cock baby?", I ask, pressing kiss after kiss to the spot on her neck that drives her crazy while playing with her clit

"I..uh .."

"I know I want your tight wet pussy wrapped around my cock baby"

God, do I want her

But to be fair, I want her all the time

"Yunnie", she moans

"Mm yeah baby", I murmur, "Want you to moan my name just like that while I fuck your sweet perfect pussy as deep as I can"

"Fuck", she whimpers

Moving my fingers down, I slide two deep inside her, rubbing against her spot that I can always find immediately

She shivers, her legs buckling but I grab her around the waist, holding her up

"Wanna make you so wet baby, make you cream around my cock until my whole lap is soaked", I tell her, "Wanna make you squirt everywhere, make me soaking wet again"

"Fuck Yunnie"

"Want me to do that baby? Want me to fuck you hard until all you can scream is my name, all you can think about is my cock inside you?"

"Yes!", she cries, "Fuck yes!"

With that, I crash my lips to hers, kissing her deeply, my hands already pulling her shorts and panties down

She kicks her sneakers off, then her bottom clothes and I grab her lifting her up, her legs wrapping around me

Leaning her against the wall, I move my cock to her dripping hole and shove inside her, bottoming out in one thrust

"Yes Yunnie", she moans, leaning her head back against the wall

"Hands up baby", I tell her

She moves her hands off me, and I hold her against the wall with my hips, sliding her crop top off, her boobs right in my face, since she's not wearing a bra

Wrapping one arm around her waist and groping her ass, I use the other to lift her perky boob up, latching on to her nipple and sucking hard

At the same time, I pull back then thrust forward, splitting her hole wide open as I bury back inside her

"Yunho!", she screams, her body shaking against mine

I move as fast as I can, as hard as I can, in and out, falling into the intense pleasure of her cunt taking me, clenching around me

With each slam into her, I smash her spot, her body shaking against me, her pussy getting wetter and wetter

I bite her nipple softly, loving the way her hard bump feels in my mouth

Loving sucking on her

There's another place I love to suck on but there's no time for that right now

Anyone could walk back here looking for us

But tonight, in the hotel, I'm gonna eat her cunt like I'm never going to have her again

Just thinking about how sweet she tastes makes me groan against her nipple, fucking into her again and again

Her cunt's pulsing is so fucking good as she sucks me deep inside, her legs squeezing around my waist tighter

Her hand moves into my hair, pulling me off her nipple, her mouth crashing against mine as she kisses me desperately

I kiss her back just as wildly, my tongue down her throat as her other arm wraps around my neck

Gripping one ass cheek in each of my hands, I pound into her, feeling her cunt getting closer

Fuck, I want to feel her orgasm

The first time I fucked her and she came around my dick, oh my fucking god I had no idea a girl's orgasm could feel that good

It has to be because she's so small and unbelievably tight mixed with my intense desire for her

All I'm sure of is I'm addicted to her orgasms, crave them, addicted to her like a junkie that doesn't want to kick their habit

I'm so in love it's actually ridiculous

Slamming into her spot, she moans in my mouth, her body trembling as she cums all over me

Her pussy throbs like crazy, sending unbelievable pleasure crashing over me

She breaks the kiss, yelling my name, clinging onto me

She's beautiful

Utterly beautiful

Pulling her away from the wall, I get her on the bed, going on top of her

Hooking one arm under her knee I push her legs to her chest, sliding my cock right into her waiting hole

Her hands grab at me but I'm not having it right now

Getting both of her hands in mine, I slam them above her head, holding her down as I start fucking her

She cries my name and I look down, watching the pleasure all over her face

"Fuck jagi", I whisper, "So fucking pretty like this, stuffed with my cock"

"So good...Yu..Yu...Yunnie", she hiccups, tears falling down her cheeks

"Look at you", I smirk, watching her body arch, feeling her cunt squeeze the life from my cock, "Such a mess under me. A tiny crying mess"

Not only is she beautiful but the fact that she's so little, that her cunt takes my big cock like a pro, turns me on like nothing else

I love that she's so little, so compact, love how she fits in my arms, in my lap, love how small her hand looks in mine, love how I can cuddle her like a plushie

Love how she cries for my cock inside her instead of telling me to get out or it hurts

Instead she begs me to bottom out all the time, wanting to feel all of me inside her

And I give her what she wants

Moving my eyes down, I watch her cunt cream up my length, a thick white ring of cream at the base of my cock, turning me on so much

Her pussy is so wet, the squelching sounds of her taking me so pretty

My eyes land on her tummy and I'm mesmerized by the sight of her tummy bulging every time I fuck into her

Up and down, up and down, her pussy gripping my cock so hard

"Yunho...I...I can't...", she sobs

"Too good baby?", I smirk

She nods, her beautiful brown eyes shiny with tears

"Gonna cum for me?", I ask

She nods again as I stuff her pussy with my cock over and over

"Go ahead baby", I tell her

Plunging deeply into her, my head rubbing her spot, she snaps, screaming my name at the top of her lungs as she orgasms

I watch her pussy squirt all over my cock, my lower stomach and lap, completely drenching me

Again

I let the utter ecstasy wash over me as I thrust into her and shoot my cum deep in her squirting cunt

"Joanne! Fuck jagi! Yes", I moan, leaning my forehead against hers, my body shaking against hers

God, it feels out of this world

I've never had such intense orgasms as I have with her

"Yunho", she whimpers

I let go of her hands and she immediately moves them to my face, cupping my cheeks as she kisses me in such a sweet, gentle, loving kiss

I let her love wash over me while giving all of mine into the kiss

Pulling out of her, I shift next to her, pulling her right against me, our lips never leaving each other's

"I love you", she says, when the kiss finally ends

"I love you", I tell her, smiling softly, running my fingers in her hair

She snuggles into me, her head under my chin, kissing my neck softly, "Do we have to get up?"

"Yeah baby, unfortunately we do. In a few minutes"

"Wah", she whines, making me smile

"Well jagi, we can get food like you wanted to"

"Oh yeah", she giggles, "I'm even more hungry now"

I chuckle, kissing her forehead and enjoy holding her for a few more minutes

We eventually get up, clean up and get dressed

She takes my hand, tugging on me to bend down

When I do, she presses a sweet kiss to my lips

"Ok now food!", she exclaims, pulling me behind her and I follow, laughing

[voidhyune]

noona, why?

idolbf!yang jeongin x fem!reader wc: 700 warnings: jeongin is younger than reader! smoking, angst but happy ending

jeongin was just waiting for you in his car to finish university. he promised you he'd take you his dorm after your long day. what he indeed did.

5 minutes later, you were waving at him from outside the car, signaling him that you arrived.

he opened the door and greeted you, "hey y/n-ah."

"hi" you greeted back, pecking his lips.

"we need to go to the super market first, then we can go home. is it okay or should i drop you out first?" he asked, looking at your face, but you just avoided the eye contact.

"hm it's okay." you hummed, voice barely audiable.

jeongin just hummed back, starting the car. he interwined his fingers with yours and placed it on your lap, sometimes squeezing it lighty.

he knew you. jeongin knew when you had a hard or bad day. he could see all of the emotions on your face. today was clearly not your day. he stated in his mind.

he didn't want to ask you right now, but he eventually did it, "how was your day? did something happen?"

you let go of his hand just to clench your fists, thereby leaving bloody traces.

"y/n-ah, please don't do that." he said and stopped the car in the parking lot. he gently grabbed your jaw and turned your head into his direction. "what's wrong?"

"nothing... just.., let's go to shopping." you said, fake smiling.

jeongin sighed and gave up, deciding that he's going to ask you later about it.

the two of you entered the market after taking a shopping cart. you placed one of your hands on the handrail and planned to stay there the whole time, next to your boyfriend, jeongin, who placed food, drinks and a lot of other things in the cart.

after he payed you saw tobacco shop next to the public toilet. you really really needed to smoke right now. you just felt it. your day was already shitty.

"innie, i need to use the restroom. i'll be back." you sprinted off, not waiting for his answer.

truly, you ran into the tobacco shop and bought a pack of cigarettes. you went behind the building to smoke.

when you were done, you sprayed yourself with perfume so he wouldn't notice the smell of cigarettes, running back to the car.

"we can go, sorry." you said, breathing heavily after your run and fixing your hair.

"y/n." jeongin said sternly.

"hm?"

"what is this smell? did you smoke again?" he asked with a disappointed and concerned face.

damn it. he really knew you. too well.

"please y/n answer me." he pleaded.

"i'm s-sorry. i really needed it." you said, looking down at your lap and playing with your fingers. "are you mad at me?" you quietly asked as raising your head.

"no, of course not. i'm- i'm just a bit disappointed. i don't want to lose you. you're my love, my world, my reason to live. and by the way you said you quitted." he softly said, pinching your upper arm as he said the last line.

"i'm sorry yeni." you said.

"noona, why? why did you smoke again?" he asked, biting his lower lip.

you lowered your head, finding ur nails more interesting, "my mom called me during my lesson. she-she said i won't go far if i study to be an artist. it-it only hurts that she doesn't support me to be an artist, but my sister." you said, lips wobbling, but you held back your tears.

"oh, baby. it's okay, you'll be a good artist. i know it. even the boys do know. and we support you, no matter what. she can suck it up. i can see the talent in you and your works. you work really hard and it shows. remember, i'm always so proud of you and will be." jeongin said in his softest tone, holding you close to his chest.

"let's go to your place and let's have some alone time. hm?"

"thank you. i really do love you jeongin. even if it doesn't seem like that." kissing his cheeks, you said and smiled at him.

"i love you too y/n-ah~"

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written based on my experience lol

love yall have a good day or night<3

[spicywhenspeaking]

If I'm There: Chapter Fourteen

its the halloween episode !

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read from part one here!

summary: Noah and Natalie meet in high school and developed a relationship through their love of music and art. Falling in love, innocent and young, they think nothing can keep them apart. However, sometimes in the pursuit of your dreams the things we love the most get left behind.

taglist : @lma1986 @cookiesupplier @notingridslurkaccount @blackveilomens @thisbicc @thebadchic

It’s two weeks until Noah’s birthday party and only a few days after that, he will leave to go on tour. He was able to get his leave of absence approved by the school. The counselor gave him a huge stack of papers and workbooks that he’s expected to complete to get the credit for the rest of the semester.

When I walk into Noah's room after his meeting I see the huge pile. “Wow,” I comment. “That's a lot!”

He nods in recognition and waves it off. “I can help you with some stuff before y’all leave again and when you get back I can be your tutor.”

Noah laughs “Only if you promise to dress up like a sexy librarian.” Giggling I playfully smack his shoulder. “You pig.”

He stands and wraps his arms around me, picking me up and swinging me on the bed. “Oh hush…you like it,” he winks and settles his body on top of mine. “Don’t worry about the school stuff. It’s the last thing on my mind… right now there's only one thing I can't stop thinking about.”

He says as he places kisses all over my face and down my neck, lightly sucking on the pulse point that's now pumping faster. Noah's hands begin to roam and squeeze my breasts gently as a soft moan escapes my mouth. Before anything gets any further we hear someone barging into the house.

Nick quickly rounds the corner of the hallway and shrieks when he sees us tangled together on the bed and covers his eyes dramatically. “WOAH! sorry! But dude! We have band practice!” Nick says and Noah collapses onto me. “Bro…horrible timing.” I scootch out from under him and adjust my clothes. “I guess I should probably head into work now.” Noah rounds the bed to where I am and wraps his arms around me. “I’ll be counting down the hours until you get back.” I laugh at his ridiculous words. “It won’t be that long, you can come and pick me up at 9,” I respond leaning up to kiss him softly ignoring Nick’s fake gags of disgust and Noah flips him off for both of us.

Thankfully we weren’t interrupted by Nick later that night.

The rest of the time before the party goes by pretty fast. I try not to push it, but Noah doesn’t do any of the schoolwork in those two weeks. Before I know it, it’s Halloween and Noah is dropping me off at work before heading back to his house to get ready for the party with Nick. 

Outside of the coffee shop, we spend a few minutes saying goodbye before I have to head in. “Happy birthday Noah,” I tell him in between kisses. “The happiest one now that I have you.” He responds sweetly against my lips. “I’ll see you tonight,” I say to him and then he says in his best Frankenstein voice “Until then my bride.” Laughing, I walk towards the coffee shop and wave before heading in. 

Work is slow, so Maggie and I can get ready during our shifts. She’s driving me back to the party when we’re off and will crash on the couch at Noah’s if she parties as hard as she's hoping to. I’m trying not to let other people's drinking upset me, not everyone has a problem like my mom, and we are only young once.  

It's 9 pm when we get the go-ahead from our manager to close up early for the night. We finish up our makeup and Maggie helps me get my hair to stand the right way. I didn’t want to get the wig so I’m doing my own take on Frankenstein’s Bride by wearing my hair in a 60’s style updo with sprayed white pieces, disheveled just enough to look like I was brought back to life with a lightening blast. Before heading to the party we swing by my house to pick up Noah’s gift. It’s a signet ring with a N on it that I saw at a vintage shop in town. I hope he likes it. After getting ready and then running by my house it's already 9:45 by the time we drive up to Noah's house. There’s already a lot of cars but we manage to find a spot that's not too far away. 

The front door is unlocked and we walk right in. It's a sea of people I don’t recognize, but a lot of people are wearing masks. “Nice costume.” a random guy comments and leers at me. The music is loud and unfamiliar. Maggie tells me to go find Noah and that she’s going to the kitchen to start taking shots. I laugh and shoo her away. I check around the living room and walk through the house. I don't see Noah or any people I’ve met at the shows I’ve been to. I do notice, however, a lot of people are drinking or already drunk. Deep breaths Natalie, you’re fine. Making my way through the rest of the house I decide to check the garage. 

I find Noah with Nick and more people I don’t recognize smoking weed and drinking out of red Solo cups. I notice Alex, the girl from the other band is here too, with a lit joint hanging out of her mouth. 

“Looks like the girlfriend finally showed up,” Alex says with a weird edge that I can’t quite place. I notice Nick’s brows furrow slightly at her but he seems to shrug it off and nods to greet me with a smile. “How was work Nat?” he asks and at the same time, Noah yells “myyy briiiide!! She has returned!” 

“It was good” I laugh in answer to Nick as Noah strides the short distance between us and pulls me close to press a firm kiss against my lips and then sweeps me up into his arms causing a surprising squeal to escape me. “I must away with my bride.” Noah jokes as he takes me through the party into his room so we can have a few minutes alone to talk. Laughing at his antics, I wrap my arms around his neck and press a kiss to his cheek leaving a red lipstick mark. I move to wipe it but he moves his head away too fast. “No way Natty, keep it there.” I continue giggling as we pass more unfamiliar voices until we reach his room. Fumbling with the door while trying to balance me in his arms he manages to finally get it open and throws me onto the bed, kicking it shut again behind him. 

Sitting up and straightening out my dress I reach into the small shoulder bag I was carrying to pull out the box and card. “Happy birthday Noah.” I smile and hand them both to him as he settles down on the bed next to me. “Natty! You didn't have to get me anything.” I can tell Noah is a little stoned by the goofy way he’s talking but it’s kind of cute. “You’re already my best present.” He nuzzles his head into my neck and leaves a wet kiss. I move my hand to cup his face “And you’ll get plenty of me later, now open your gift.” His eyes sparkle with delight. “Yes ma’am” he jokes and he opens the card to read it. 

 Happy birthday Noah, I hope this is one of the best ones. 

*Inside is several pictures printed out of Noah and Natalie. Smiling, Kissing. One of Natalie on Noah's back, both laughing.

“Baaaabe this is so fucking cute,” Noah says and leans over to kiss me. Smiling into it I tell him “There’s more, open the box.” I say to him.

Noah opens the box and sees the silver ring. “Oh wow Nat, this is awesome!” He pulls it out and puts the ring on his ring pointer finger. “N for Natalie right?” I shake my head “No, N for Noah.” He cups his hands around my face and leans to press a kiss to my lips. “N for Natalie.” Melting into the kiss I don’t have the energy to disagree. 

When we emerge from his room an hour or so later, slightly disheveled, I tell him I’m going to look for Maggie to check on her. When I find her she’s stumbling down the hallway and I manage to catch her before she collapses on the ground. “Naaatyyyyy there you are!! Did you find Noah and give him your present? Oh! Looks like you gave him more than that. You have sex eyes.” Hiking her arm over my shoulder to hold her up I lead her into the nearest bathroom. “Let's just get you cleaned up.” Upon seeing the toilet, Maggie is quick to rush over and empty out the contents of her stomach. Coming up behind her, I gently pat her back in soothing circles. I’m used to this part, the sickness that follows the highs of a drunken night. Your worries for that moment are gone and you can just be loose and fun..at least that’s how some people make it look. 

We stay in the bathroom for a while and I get Maggie cleaned up and help her into Noah's Mom’s room. It’s dark and quiet, the perfect place for her to crash for the night. Leading her onto the bed I lay her down and pull the trash can to the side in case she gets sick again. 

I try and push my way through the wall of people that as grown. I didn’t even know Noah had this many friends. I bump into people as I navigate my way toward the kitchen, having to make my way through the dance floor that is really just the living room. Some guy bumps into me and sloshes his warm beer onto my outfit and I’m overwhelmed by the smell. “Oh- burp- sorry,” he says and I wave him off just trying to get out of the mess of strange people and smells. My eyes are scanning the crowds to try and find Noah’s familiar face. After what feels like an eternity I manage to push my way to the kitchen where I hear his laugh and sigh with relief. 

Noah, Nick, Alex, and other people I met in the garage are all gathered in the kitchen drinking. I wasn’t gone with Maggie for that long, I thought, but I guess it was long enough for them to have drank a significant enough amount to get tipsy. “Baaabe you found us!” Noah slurs and he slings his arm around my shoulder. I laugh softly and lean into his warmth. “Yeah, Maggie is crashing in your Mom’s room. She had a little too much to drink.” I take his cup and take a small sip. “Jesus, you want some mixer with your tequila?” I joke as I hand him the drink back and untangle myself to grab a water bottle before retuning to his side. 

“Let’s do shots!” Alex shouts from the kitchen counter that she’s perched on. One of the other guys lines up a bunch of shot glasses and pours a bottle of something in them and starts handing them out. I politely decline and I hear Alex scoff. “You can’t even let loose for Noah’s birthday? Come on Natalie..live a little.” She says and Nick starts to say something but I cut in “I’ll have plenty of time to let loose with Noah later.” I look up at Noah and wink while remaining tucked into his side while Alex rolls her eyes.

Raising their shots in the air they all call out “Happy birthday Noah!” and Alex ends with “Congrats to the birthday boy for joining us degens in the dropout club.” They down their shots and it takes me a second to register what she just said. 

“What are you talking about? Noah’s not dropping out. Right?” My eyes move to Noah’s and he is stuck staring guiltily at the floor. “What is she talking about Noah?” I ask.

“You told me you told her already man,” Nick says. “Um, why don’t we talk about this later Nat,” Noah says in a hushed whisper. I feel like the friend at the party that wasn’t invited to the sleepover after. Like the only one that doesn’t understand the inside joke. 

“Noah, what is she talking about? I thought you were finishing remotely? That’s what you told me.” I tell him and he shifts uncomfortably. 

“Yeah..rockstars don't have a lot of time for homework on the road…” Alex says again and I don’t know what comes over me but I’m sick of hearing this girl I don’t even know talk to me like she has any say in anything. My hand flies up, motioning Alex to stop talking. “Just shut up.” I seethe at her and I angle my head to face Noah again. 

“So when were you planning on telling me? Just talked it all over with Alex and made the decision together?” I snap at him and walk out of the kitchen in search of fresh air. 

Noah is stumbling after me trying to catch up. The front door slams behind him as he grabs my arm and whips me back around to him. “Natty, you’re being fucking dramatic. What the fuck was that? I get you're upset but it’s my birthday, that was fucking embarrassing.” 

I rip my arm back tears falling down my face at his outburst. “Embarrassing? You know what’s embarrassing? Having some bitch I don’t even know have more insight about my boyfriend’s life than me! How long were you going to keep up the lie that you’re still in school?” I ask.

 He looks way more fucked up in the moonlight, It makes my skin itch with discomfort. “I don’t know what hurts me more, the fact that you’ve been lying to me for weeks about something so stupid or that the only person who said anything was some girl who for some reason hates me,” I say and tears are spilling down my face. Noah stumbles closer, moving to wipe them but I take another step back. Everything else disappears, all I can focus on is Noah and all I can feel is a deep and heavy dread. The seedling of jealousy sprouted into an untamable beast. 

“Natalie, please just let me explain,” Noah says. “I just- looking at all that work? Just for this degree that doesn’t fucking matter, It would have been a waste of time.” 

“But why didn’t you tell me? All this time you knew you were just dropping out and you didn’t tell me? Was I just supposed to find out at graduation?” My voice is breaking and exasperated. “I just- I don’t know why you would keep that from me.”

“I just-” he starts. “I didn’t think you’d understand.” Noah breathes out. “You’re all about school and grades and shit and that just doesn’t matter to me. Alex dropped out and her band is thriving, because she can focus all of her time on it.” 

“Yeah, and I’m sure Alex is thinking about what’s in your best interest.” I wipe the tears off my face with the back of my hand. “I can’t believe you didn’t think I’d understand Noah. I asked you to consider your possibilities.” More tears are falling and I see that his eyes are glistening slightly. “I said I supported you and you lied to me.” 

“I didn’t lie..technically.” He says and I can tell he barely believes it himself. 

“So what else are you not technically telling me the truth about?” The question leaves my mouth before I have time to stop it.

“That's not fair Natalie, I didn’t intentionally keep it from you to hurt you.” Noah retorts. “Do you really think I would keep things from you?”

“You did! You just did Noah! You thought I would judge you, not like your new friends who all don’t care about anything right? Natalie only cares about school and grades. Boring ol’d Natalie couldn’t possibly understand anything about your lifestyle right?” It’s a mixture of feeling like an outsider, at the party and tonight in my own relationship. 

“Natty, please don’t cry.” Noah comes closer and I don’t step back when he wipes the tears from my face that have continued to fall. Even harder now that he’s comforting me. How fucked up is that the person that’s causing my tears is the only person I want to help me feel better. “I don’t want to make you cry again.” 

My eyes are fixed on the ground. “I can’t help but think where I fit into all of this. your life is so different from mine, is there even room for me in it anymore.” 

“Natalie, I love you. What do you even mean?” Noah says pulling my chin up to meet his eyes and I can still smell the alcohol on his breath. My own eyes are red-rimmed and clouded with tears that have refused to stop falling.

 “I think I’m going to head home and we can talk in the morning when you’re sober, I’m just going to call Kyle to come and get me since Maggie is not good to drive.” 

He takes a step back and something flashes across his face I don't recognize. “Not too long ago, I was the one you were calling to rescue you from him and now look at us. This isn’t what I wanted Nat. I - I didn’t want this to happen.” 

“I know Noah, let’s not fight about this. It’s your birthday, you should go have fun. I’m just going to head out. The drinking and everything, It’s just too much for me. I thought I could handle it, but its just - its to much.” 

I call Kyle and have a hard time holding back the emotion in my voice, he’s at a party a few minutes away and he’ll be there soon. Noah sits with me on the curb while I wait for him to pull up. 

Ten minutes later Kyles whipping out of the car and over to my side. I get up to go not seeing the rage in Kyle’s eyes, not noticing he was heading straight for Noah who stood up with me.

“I knew you’d pull some stupid shit like this and now she’s calling me fucking crying because of your bullshit,” Kyle says as he’s surprises me by pushing Noah back further onto the front lawn.

“Kyle! Let’s just go, please. Come on! stop.” I’m pulling Kyle back and I guess the commotion alerted the people inside and the others are gathered out the front door. Nick runs to help create more of a separation between the two. “Nick, can you grab Maggie and bring her down? I’m going to head home.” He nods and moves to go get her. With Kyle distracted Noah uses the chance to take a swing. “Fuck you man! You don’t know anything. I love her.” 

I move out of the way in time to miss any of the punches Kyle takes and watch in horror. He wipes blood from his mouth and says “Yeah, you love fucking up her life,” then he pounces. Swinging his full strength at Noah. “Shit!” I say and try to pull them apart taking an accidental elbow in the commotion of it all. Someone else pulls Noah away and Kyle and I stumble back as Nick returns with Maggie hanging off of his shoulders. “What the fuck!” Nick yells and I’m too preoccupied with my now bleeding nose. “Ow.” I mumble and Kyle turns to see my blood-drenched dress. “Oh shit, Nat. Are you okay?” he asks and I glare my eyes at him. “No, I’m not fucking okay. Get Maggie. Let’s go.” Looking up I see Noah standing next to Alex of all people, he sees my nose and deflates. “Natty-” he starts. “Just let her go,” Alex says and I can see him struggle with what to do. “I’ll call you tomorrow okay?” he says in a small voice. 

“Okay,” I respond as the three of us get into the car and drive away from the scene I unintentionally created. On the drive home, I just lay my head against the cold glass as fresh hot tears stream down my face. 

Once I’m home I climb up the stairs while Kyle sets Maggie up in the guest room. I shower and wash the makeup and blood from my face. Looking into the mirror I can tell I’ll probably have a black eye from the hit I took to the nose. Despite the adrenaline from the fight I’m out as soon as my head touches my pillow.

I wake up late and around 10 am I have a text from Noah asking me if I can meet him outside to talk. 

Noah’s face is red and blotchy when I get to him and he takes a breath when he sees the purple bruising around my eyes. “Fuck Nat, was that me?” He asks in a weak voice. 

I touch the tender skin and shrug. “A lot was going on, It could have been Kyle but it was an accident.” 

“I’m sorry about last night Noah, I shouldn’t have embarrassed you like that,” I say to him and the wind picks up blowing my hair around. He’s wearing a beanie and his hair stays calm against the nape of his neck. “Why are you apologizing? I should be apologizing to you.” He says and his voice breaks. “God, I was such a drunk ass.” 

“I should have waited to talk to you about it in private. Yelling at you in front of everyone was so lame.” My voice is calm and even now that we are away from the chaos of the party. 

“I should have never lied to you Natalie, that was fucked up. I should have told you from the start that I planned to drop out. I can’t believe I yelled at you. Fought your brother. Again. And you ended up hurt and crying.” He’s rambling now, which is usually my thing. “I always seem to be the one hurting you lately.”

“That’s not true Noah. It was a stupid fight. It’s okay.” I try to reassure him.

He looks up at me and his eyes are glossy with tears. “Noah, what’s wrong?” I ask suddenly worried. 

“Nat. I love you so much.” He says and a single tear runs down his cheek.

“I love you too,” I tell him. 

“I love you, but I can’t do this.” his words break at the end and I don’t know what he’s saying.

“Can’t do what?” I ask as the world stands still.

“I can’t do this anymore. We can’t be together. I’m not good for you.”  Now more tears are falling down his face and I don’t even notice my own have started falling as well.

“You’re breaking up with me?” My voice squeezes out.

“I’m sorry Nat - you’ll be better off without me.” He wipes his tears and tries to put on a brave face. “It’s for the best.”

And my heart shatters. 

“I’m sorry Noah, I’m so sorry. Please don’t do this. I love you.” I move to bury my head against his chest and his breath hitches. 

“We can’t Natalie. I- We just can’t. I can’t be what you need right now.” He says.

I take a deep shuttering breath and step away seeing the stains my tears left on his shirt.

“There’s nothing else I can say.” I stare at the ground. “You’ve already made up your mind.” 

“I’m sorry, It’s for the best.” He gives me one last lingering kiss on the forehead and quickly moves to get back into his car. No longing stares and waves goodbye, he just takes off and leaves me a blubbering mess on my front yard.

crying and screaming and throwing up ....NOOOO WHYYYY

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[downforthegas]

Ok but like sometimes I think about how Wa//lly in the context of the show needs some things explained to him, sometimes even very basic things like laughing and feeling certain emotions... so I imagine he maybe needed to be explained what farts are... uh, I'm... (long post, I'm ashamed lol)

Like I imagine he's with Barnaby at Howdy's bodega, when Howdy hands him a chili dog and Barn taking it (and being the little joker that he is) says, "Howdy, I appreciate the chili dog, but I'm blaming you for when I get gas later." And Wally just goes, "Gas? But you're not a car." And then Howdy and Barn have a good laugh.

I imagine they explain the process to him, how someone sometimes just needs to fart, but Wally's still lost, even though Howdy feels like he explained it good enough. Barn's already thinking of (explosive) examples he can give himself, especially after eating that chili dog.

But instead, Howdy gives him a nice big can of beans, on the house. Wally stares into the can and blinks, eating what would be considered big spoonfuls of beans telepathically with his eyes. By the end, he feels his belly. It's swollen and putting pressure on the buttons desperately holding his cardigan closed. His two hands feel his belly, it feels weird for his normally flat stomach to feel like a balloon. Howdy and Barn are giggling a little, but notice Wally's having trouble. He knows he has to push but nothing's happening. Barn gently squeezes his sides, which results in Wally's backside finally making noise.

A loud, strong toot, rumbling for 10 seconds, sounding the same throughout those seconds, ending with a loud pop, so loud you could swear Wally made a hole in his pants. He sighs, feeling less pressure in his belly. Then he smells the air. A ripe fart stink permeates the once clear air in the shop, which Howdy and Barn notice as well. "Jeez! How did somethin so small make somethin so smelly?" and now Wally feels a little awkward that he ripped something that smells so terrible. But this awkwardness doesn't stay once it's Howdy's turn.

Howdy's stomach rumbles audibly and he leans over, rubbing his mid section with two hands, the other two holding the counter. Barn asks him what's wrong, and Howdy just says, "You tell me? You thought it'd be a great idea to eat at that *uugh!* new place!" Howdy would be so used to eating leafy greens like any caterpillar that eating greasy unhealthy foods for once totally turns his stomach upside down. He tries not to but a loud, bubbly fart rumbles against his pants, blowing the strings on his apron. Squeezing his cheeks together doesn't help and only amplifies the sound. Clusters of louder short farts keep erupting as Howdy can't help but give up and relieve himself. When he's done, Barn and Wally are laughing while teal blush forms on Howdy's face. "Well, I'm lucky no one else is in this shop. Otherwise, I would've lost some good-paying customers."

Barn comments saying, "Those were worse than your usual farts!" Which only makes Howdy blush more. "But that's nothing. Watch this." He leans against the counter, slightly lifting a let before a monsterous fart escapes. The whole counter, floor, and walls shake from his huge bassy fart. What's crazy is that it wasn't even from the chili dog.

Wally holds his nose and Howdy holds his shirt over his nose, fans the air, and sprays with a room spray (which you can get for a good joke from Howdy's Place, the home of everything you need and everything you don't). Barnaby plays it off as if it's just a small toot, waving his backside with his hand, and his little tail, saying, "Whoo! I don't mean to toot my own horn but... well, I just did. Hehehehe!"

Wally seems to understand now, but he's not a big fan of the combined smells from everyone. Howdy's about to say they should open the door to air the smell out, but then another neighbor walks in and immediately passes out from the smell.

[iggs-blog]

Alrighty!

So this is another AU idea I had, based around Annie being a Selkie and Julia a fisherman in a small coastal village.

I have 'most' of an idea on how i want this all to go, but still making it up a little as I write. But that's just how things be sometimes right?

My AO3

Title: Under the Moonlight

Word Count: 2970

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The sea air is brisk, cold and inviting. You stand upon the shore as you close your eyes and enjoy the salt spray upon your face, plastering your tangle of orange hair to your damp skin. Your feet are bare and buried in the sand as they are. You wiggle your toes and smile down at the grains of tan as your movements create small ripples that you watch almost in a trance.

You know it’s not safe, to be stopped for as long as you are now. But you have a feeling you won’t be returning to the sea any time soon so you want to capture these last moments as best you can. You lift your head to gaze out across the brackish water. The murky blue-grey is flat and calm though with how the dark clouds in the dismal sky above grow with each second that may not be the case for much longer.

You wrap your coat tighter around your frame as a shiver runs through you.

You can’t see anything upon the flat grey but that does not mean much. Many things can lurk beneath the water.

And with that cheery thought, you shuffle backwards a little unsteadily before turning and heading off down the beach.

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You have no way to know how long you walk through the sand but as the sun dips low in the sky you start to see signs of life. You slow your pace and peer through the dimming light until further off down the beach you spy movement. People.

You’ve never been one to stick around others, but you know that the sight of a mostly naked woman would be one to draw a crowd and so you head up the beach and into the treeline before continuing at a much slower, and much more cautious pace.

You sneak through the trees as best you can which isn’t fantastic given your awkward gait but you draw close enough to see more of the village on your horizon without incident. A long running pier leads from somewhere you cannot see and out onto the water while wooden boats are tied up to branching docks, their masses bobbing gently on the waves. People stand all up and down the landing and you’re not comfortable remaining upright so close as to possibly be seen so you sit down upon a bed of shiny green-grey leaves with your back against a sloped and gnarled trunk.

You stretch your legs out before you and marvel at your patched skin, running your slender fingers up the limb and grinning at the shiver the motion produces in you. You do the same for an arm, leaving your coat draped over your shoulders as your digits skirt the length of your appendage. You stare intently at the limb, at the fine hairs rising in the wake of your touch and at the deep patches of brown that seem to be haphazardly stitched into your otherwise pale and freckled skin.

The outward similarities are few and far between and you take comfort in knowing this. Your pursers, if they ever make land upon the shores of this place, should at least second guess themselves if they are to find you. You hope. You just have to get some clothes.

But for now you are content to just sit, wait, and watch the lives of this small fishing village.

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You watch men and woman alike throw nets and cast lines while others row out in boats only to do the same. Your stomach growls at the thought of a fresh catch and you’re painfully aware that it has been a while since you last ate. You can only just hear the village folk from where you huddle, their voices and laughter carried by the same wind that struggles through your messy hair but there’s one voice above the rest.

Your eyes flit between the faces the details of which are strikingly clear to you until you stop upon a figure stooped at the end of the pier.

Her skin is the colour of deep-tanned driftwood and the waves of hair that spill out from under a cap she’s crammed onto her head remind you of the ocean, so close but so far from your grasp. You’re not sure why exactly you are drawn to her. Maybe it’s the strength she displays as she easily hauls up nets cast into the water? You can see they’re laden with bounty already as she nudges them aside, only for another figure to struggle as they attempt to pick them up. She stops and laughs and her warm brown eyes remind you of seaweed islands, floating atop the water and never allowing themselves to be tethered to the sea floor. The sound of her laugh captivates you, a loud, full, happy noise that you have no problem in hearing. That same sound has the hint of a smile gracing your own lips. She claps the figure on the back as she grins and speaks words that are lost to you before she turns her attention to the water once more.

Her movements are mesmerizing and you’re not sure how long you watch her for but by the time she seems to have finished her labor, she is the only one left on the pier. You realize, with a start, that the sun has vanished from the sky leaving only the memory of its appearance in the quickly fading light on the horizon. Yet as the moon begins to make its presence known she stands there, staring out at the water with her hands on her hips.

As she starts heading down the pier your eyes follow her and she keeps looking around as if searching for something and you wonder why. When she heads further out onto the beach instead of back into the village you’re confusion only grows. What is she- oh.

With the moon a crescent overhead you watch her as she disrobes in the dark. She throws her clothes onto the sand behind her, kicks her shoes off in front and throws her cap in another direction entirely before stepping into the waves and diving out of sight. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe naked women were a common sight in this town, but then why wait till nightfall? It’s only then, when your eyes leave her emerging form and drift to the abandoned garb lying on the beach that a thought occurs to you.

She’s been the only person you have seen with a height close to your own.

And you desperately need clothes.

By the light of the waxing moon you rise on long legs… and fall back against the tree. There’s a fuzziness to your limbs that renders them numb and at first you are alarmed at this predicament. Is there something wrong with your body already? But no. After a few moments the feeling of a thousand tiny needles pricking at your flesh bleeds from your skin and you take a cautious step forwards, overjoyed to find that yes, your legs still work fine. You rewrap your coat around your shoulders and hold it together at the front with one hand. You’ll need the other free.

You step out from the cover of the trees, your eyes glued to the figure now standing chest high in the water with her back to you, and scurry down the bank. You make no sound as your feet shuffle through sand and you make it to the pile without alerting your would-be victim. You hastily grab at the clothes, making sure to have both shirt and pants in one hand before you even think about looking back up. She’s still unawares and you feel bold enough to continue staring at her muscled physique, bathed in the pale moonlight as she stretches her arms up over her head. You tilt your own, watching as she combs her fingers through her long dark hair and you still can’t pinpoint what it is about her that mesmerizes you so. When she dives back under the water with a splash you startle from your musing and gather your senses enough to turn and flee back to the cover of the forest.

Hidden once more you work as quickly as you can, which admittedly isn’t all the fast. You gently place your coat upon the leaves littering the ground as you pull on the clothes the same way you saw the woman take them off. Good thing you have a sharp memory. And even then it’s difficult. Your feet get stuck more than once as you push them into the legs of the pants and the sleeves of the shirt, all bundled in on themselves, give you a hard enough time that you almost throw the garment into the night in frustration before you finally manage to pull it down over your head, and slip your arms through unhindered. The outfit is a little tight but it fits well enough to hide your skin and as you bend to scoop up your coat you hear a shout.

“Oh come on!!”

You twist back towards the sound to see the woman having emerged from the water, is now standing and staring at the spot where her clothes used to be. You watch her in absolute silence as she seems to scan the length of the sands before stopping, obviously having spotted something, and you realize with a sharp fear that she’s following the tracks you left in your departure.

You drop to the ground as her eyes rise to the treeline and you keep yourself as still as you can, counting the beats of your heart as you wait for her to storm up the beach and confront you. But nothing happens. You dare to sneak a look, raising your head up just a touch to see that she hasn’t moved at all. She’s still stood in the exact same spot, staring into the forest. You watch the frown on her face deepen before she closes her eyes and you see her shoulders slump before she goes to pick up her remaining belongings.

You don’t dare move until she is gone from your sight.

Climbing to your feet you brush off the leaves that have stuck to your new outfit and shake the dirt from your coat. Now the next thing you had to do was hide it. Couldn’t be near the ocean, that was far too risky and just asking for trouble. Couldn’t hide it in the town, you didn’t know the area well enough. Maybe someplace nearby then? If you would be staying here for a while it made sense to you. You turn on your heel and start walking through the trees, keeping an eye on the borderline of the village as you do. As although you have clothes and shouldn’t warrant a second thought if seen, it was too perilous, considering what you have just done. So you skirt the edges of the sleeping settlement until you hear the sounds of rushing water in the distance.

You follow the noise, heading further away from the town until you find yourself at the bottom of an embankment. You once again drape your coat over your shoulders before you begin the clamber upwards. It’s a little tricky. The ground at your feet is wet, uneven and slippery and quite a few times you blunder and fall but you’re determined to find the source of water so far from the ocean.

You finally make it to the top, clothes covered in mud and leaves but you make it and that’s what matters. There’s a lake before you. Water a crystal blue and far to your right you spy a waterfall, the origin of the noise that had you following your ears through the dark. To your left the lake tapers to a narrow channel that disappears through the trees towards the village you can only just see through the branches dancing in the moonlight.

You look around but it still feels too close to hide it here so you turn and walk towards the waterfall. Hmm. Nothing here to use that wouldn’t been seen to be out of place if some curious soul was to come by. You look at the rocky crag before you, its surface is uneven and as you stare intently at it you find a few sections where a hand, or a foot could be placed. It’s not the smartest idea, climbing something like this as you are, but the matter is important enough that you’re willing to sustain cuts and bruises for the promise of a better hiding place. You’re just grateful that it looks to be only a short climb.

You loop your coat around your neck to ensure its safety from slipping off as your inexperienced fingers find purchase in the crags of the rock.

The start of your climb is hard. You’re not used to having to consciously think where you’re placing both hands and feet at the same time and of course you fall more times then you can count before you’re finally able to memorize the wrongs and rights and find yourself higher than you have managed to get thus far. When you haul your body up over the ledge at the top you roll onto your back out of breath, your hands stinging with tiny cuts and pouring a red that seems to shimmer under lady luna’s glow.

You stare up at the night sky and with the sound of running water nearby you can almost trick yourself into thinking that you’re out on the open water, floating along and staring at the same stars you are right now. Before the present reasserts itself as a stabbing pain in your back and you grimace, rolling over and pushing yourself to your feet. Before you is another lake albeit much smaller than the first and this time the river that snakes away from it extends to your right and quickly vanishes among the trees. A curiosity overcomes you, and you decide to head upstream.

You’re not sure how long you are walking for but you soon feel the tendrils of exhaustion gripping you like a many fingered sea star and yet you press on until you can go no further. The river stops and widens into yet another lake sheltered on all but the front by rising rocky outcrops, from which the off flows of rain gone by flow down the angled landscape and into the body of water. Ah. This looks like a good place.

You hurry towards the lake and as you stand at its edge you peer down into the water to see that yes, it is deep enough for what you plan to do. And what’s even better, there’s already a scattering of rocks at its deepest part.

You unwrap and place your coat at your side before pulling your shirt off over your head and kicking your pants into the ground. The cool night air sooths your skin and you smile in the dark, bundle your coat into your arms and dive into the water.

It feels strange, swimming like this so bare and without the salt seeping into your skin but water is water and soon you find yourself at the bottom of the blue. You float in the dark, your eyes darting at small fish swimming just out of reach before you remember the reason you are down here in the first place. You place your coat against the mud-covered ground and push it down a bit for good measure before you begin collecting whatever rocks are within arm’s length and positioning them across its furred surface. It doesn’t take long and by the time your task is complete your lungs are only just starting to burn. You push yourself back through the water to admire your work and nod, deciding your possession is hidden enough before you begin to swim back up. Your head breaks through the surface and you swim to shore lazily, reluctant to leave the comfort of what you know and you have to remind yourself that you’re doing this for a very good reason. Even then you huff as you climb out into the air and shake yourself dry before dressing.

Sleep is tugging at your limbs and you resign yourself to the fact that you’ll be sleeping in the open tonight. There’s no way you’ll be able to make it back to the village with the way you have to drag your legs through the mud and grass as you shuffle towards an overhang of rock not far from your position. It’s cover at least and with the rockface at your back also it helps you feel safer than you would otherwise.

You lower yourself to your knees, feet and legs sliding through leaves and forest debris and once you’re on the ground you curl up onto your side.

You’re starting to feel the chill without the warmth of your coat to fend off the cold night air and you shiver, wrapping your arms around your knees as you draw them as close to your body as you can.

Pitiful.

There’s an empty void inside your chest, tears on your cheeks that you don’t remember crying and an ache in your limbs that’s foreign to you.

Stop it. Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

They’ll be time enough for that later. When you’re safe.

You have to focus on you now. On your own survival.

It’s all you have left.

You make no sound as you cry in the dark and once your tears are spent your exhaustion increases tenfold, dragging your eyelids close and pulling your conscious into the deep.

[zaffreberries]

Sometimes writing is easy, it just flows through you like a steady stream you have come across. Other times it’s a struggle, roiling waves and churning tides, trying to navigate the tormented ocean of your mind, trying to encapsulate your thoughts, your feelings and then translate them into words in a way that others can understand and feel the emotions that you feel. Sometimes there is a torrent that gushes and gushes and all you can do is write and write and let your thoughts splash down and leave it for later, coming back to rebuild and cleanup after the water has receded. Water has so many metaphors that I can use to express myself. It truly is something I’ve loved since I was a child despite almost drowning so many times.

I love hot showers, showers that scald the skin and I can slowly let the water wash away the days stress, the grime of accumulated sweat and uncomfortableness, that sticky feeling, that course feeling, that feeling of make up and product and all the things you use to face the world. All just cleaned away until all that’s left is soft and clean and smooth and bearably me. My body slowly relaxing, my shoulders, my back, my neck and my face allowed to calm and settle. The mask I wear is slowly drained away with the water until only I remain. Me, unburdened by anything gently massaged by the warmth of loving water until I am satisfied.

When I swim it’s almost a trial not to stop and float, my almost weightless body suddenly freed from the burden of gravity and (hopefully) gracefully supported by this new world. Everything becomes muted, the pressure of the world, of society, is slowly cast adrift and for one glorious moment after the next I am free. I could sleep in the water it’s so soothing. It’s a dangerous obsession I have, this love of water. This comfort I feel when I soak myself in it’s welcoming embrace. It’s never hard, never sharp, never malicious or hungry or demanding. Just comforting, accepting and solitary. I can relax myself utterly within its depths, fighting to keep my eyes open. Fighting not to tread water, but to tread the waking world.

There is a yearning in me that I can’t describe, a song with no lyrics and no notes, but something I can hear echo in my soul nonetheless. How can I share with you this song? Do I tell you to lie in a bath and let your mind go? Do I risk your life by sharing this beautiful but dangerous secret? Will I corrupt you with its siren call? I feel I already am in its thrall, some strange unscientific holdover from when we emerged from the sea to stalk the lands, that second thought we must of had at leaving the safety of the known sea for the unknown of land. Some long lost ancestral thought of home has emerged from the depths of my brain, romanticism stirring it to a haunting nagging feeling. You can hear it in the gentle trickle of water in a stream, in the crashing roar of waves at the beach, at the sound of splashing and falling rain. Surely I’m not the only one who has heard it’s song.

It’s dark and mysterious and beautiful and haunting. We describe it as a woman beyond a women, a mistress who tempts, a great beauty beyond what we can find on land, in reality. What does she look like? Something different for everything, maybe it’s not even a her? Maybe it’s a man, a muscled chest of proud bearing, striding along the waters surface and cloaked in waves and sea spray. What promises does it whisper? Adventure! Escape! Freedom! Mystery! So much expressed over the years I’m certain there is more than just our love of the unknown. Something deeper to explain our shared love of the sea.

Maybe in a past life I was a fish and that’s why I feel so attuned with the water. Perhaps mermaids exist and the seek to lure me to its terminal depths, their siren’s song echoing through all the water. Whatever it comes from, it’s existence still remains. This yearning. Maybe it’s all the fiction, all the romanticism, all the endless peoples reliance on the sea in our past that added so much to us we all subconsciously agreed that the water is pretty good.

I wonder if mermaids were real, what would they sound like? What songs would they sing? If the sea had a god what would it sound like? What would it look like? Would it want treasures from the land as tribute? Our gold in exchange for pearls? Would it be a benevolent god? Would it be angry at what we have done with its territory? I think it would.

I’d like to be a mermaid! To drift, to frolicking in the depths. Would I trick nearby sailors to their dooms? Would I help them find safe passage? Would I sicken and die and boil? I’m willing to find out.

[kirayaykimura]

Hotel AU

The hotel bar was mostly dead. There was a very drunk man in the corner, a woman taking a work call in the opposite corner, and Shirayuki. At the bar. Waiting. 

“He’s late,” Obi said, wiping down a glass behind the bar. 

“He’s working,” Shirayuki replied. She was trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, but that was kind of hard to do when she was doing him a favor and he was 42 minutes late. 

“He’s the one who-” 

The rest of Obi’s (most likely) valid observation was drowned out by Raj loudly throwing himself onto the stool next to Shirayuki and sighing out, “Oh, good. You’re still here.” 

She exchanged one last, fortifying look with Obi before plastering on her most polite smile. 

“Hello, Raj,” she said. “I hope everything is going well.” 

He seemed to debate with himself for a split second before walking his fingers along the bar towards Shirayuki’s hand, saying, “Well, it’s better now that you’re here.” 

“No,” Shirayuki said. 

Raj yelped as a cold spray of tonic water hit him in the side of the face. 

“I didn’t get you, did I?” Obi asked her over Raj’s spluttering. 

“A little,” Shirayuki said. “It’s fine.” She dabbed at a few stray droplets on her neck. 

“What was that for?” Raj asked. 

“I think you know what that was for.” 

Raj grabbed a handful of napkins with a petulant glare and started dabbing at his cheek and chest. 

“You were doing so well last time,” Shirayuki said. “What happened?” 

“Nothing!” Raj flailed his hands dramatically, then let his shoulders slump, defeated. “Nothing happened at all. We ate dinner and then I took her home.” 

“That sounds nice.” 

“Yes, but it doesn’t sound like a date. I wanted it to be a date. I want her to know that we’re dating.” 

Shirayuki blinked. “I think if you call it a date, she’ll know.” 

Obi huffed out a laugh that he quickly turned into a cough. 

“It sounds like it didn’t end the way you’d hoped,” Shirayuki said, steering the conversation back on track. “Did the rest of the night go well?” 

Raj shrugged. Oh dear. 

“It was fine,” he said. 

“What did you two talk about?” 

He waved a bored hand and said, “The hotel, my family, the chalet, skiing. The usual stuff.” 

“That’s what you talked about. What did she talk about?” 

Raj gave her a blank stare. 

Okay. She’d known this would be a challenge from the beginning, but sometimes she was struck by just how clueless he was (not that she should have been given the way they'd met). He’d apologized and seemed like he was really trying here, so she gathered all her patience and said, “Ask me a question.” 

“What?” 

“Not the kind of question she meant, bud,” Obi said, “but it’s a good start.” 

Shirayuki fought off an amused smile as Raj looked even more confused. 

“We’re supposed to be pretending I’m Clara, right? Ask me a question like you would if you were out with her.” 

There was a long pause before Raj asked, “How am I supposed to know what to ask?” 

She knew he was a little self-centered, but had he really never tried to get to know another person before? She didn’t know whether to be frustrated with him or pity him. 

“Hey,” Obi said, drawing both their attention to him. He leaned his elbows on the bar to bring himself eye-level with Shirayuki and said, “You were telling me something about lichen earlier.” 

Oh, that was right! She’d completely forgotten, but- “They found a species only found in Pennsylvania all the way up in Maine. Isn’t that exciting?” 

Obi smiled fondly at her, then gently gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned her to face Raj. 

“See this?” Obi asked. “This is what happens when a woman is enjoying herself in a conversation. You should want to make her look like that all the time.”

Raj hummed. “I suppose it is a rather attractive expression.” 

Obi hit him with another spurt of tonic water. 

“In general!” Raj said. “I wasn’t hitting on her.” To Shirayuki, he said, “Not that you’re not lovely, of course, but I have my sights set elsewhere.” 

Shirayuki had no idea how to respond to that, so she slowly said, “Thank you.”  

“Practice,” Obi said. He picked up a glass and got back to cleaning. “Ask the lady a question.” 

Raj looked absolutely stumped for a beat before he asked, “Is that your natural hair color?” 

“Not that,” Shirayuki and Obi said at the same time. 

Raj threw his hands up in exasperation. 

“Go back to pretending like I’m Clara,” Shirayuki said. “Is there anything you’re curious about with her?” 

“Well,” he said in a way that reminded Shirayuki of trying to push a wheelbarrow across her grandparents’ pasture after a long summer rainstorm, “she mentioned boats once.” 

Shirayuki and Obi both perked up. 

“Oh?” Shirayuki said. “That’s something. What did she say?” 

“Obviously I told her about father’s yacht-”

“Obviously,” Obi said under his breath. 

“-and she mentioned wanting to travel by boat some day, so I said I could take her out and she said no.” 

Shirayuki and Obi waited for a beat, but it appeared Raj’s story was over. 

“You should have been a textile magnate with the way you spin yarns,” Obi said. 

“Alright,” Shirayuki said. “Did you ask her anything else?” 

“What, like, ‘Why would you turn down a trip on a yacht?’ You were the one who told me no means no and I shouldn’t push.” 

Patience. He was trying. In his own way. 

“Yes,” she said. “I meant, you could have asked her about her interest. Maybe she turned your offer down because she was only interested in small sailboats, or wanted to go on a cruise.” 

“Or she said no because a strange man she doesn’t actually know offered to take her out into international waters. Alone.” 

Shirayuki and Raj stared at him. 

“I’m just saying.” Obi threw his hands up in surrender. “My first thought would be, ‘What if he murders me.’”

“Huh,” Shirayuki and Raj said. 

“That never crossed my mind,” she said. 

“Mine either. Though we wouldn’t have been alone, obviously. Sakaki would have accompanied us.” 

“Oh good,” Obi said. “It would have been two strange men instead of one. Much better.” 

“Yes, yes. I see your point.” Raj waved a dismissive hand. 

“And you,” he said, sending a pointed look Shirayuki’s way. “Don’t go on boats with strange men who may or may not be murderers.” 

“That only happened once.” 

She was kidding. Though she did go on a questionable hiking trip once…

Obi heaved a world-weary sigh.

“So I simply ask her questions about herself,” Raj said dubiously. 

Shirayuki would have been concerned by the fact that Raj seemed to be calculating how best to manipulate this girl into sleeping with him if it weren’t for the fact that this was the third time he’d met with Shirayuki. The first time was to apologize and make amends. He swore he was turning over a new leaf and a new girl - one who didn’t work for his father’s hotel this time - had caught his eye and he wanted to learn what not to do from a woman he’d done everything wrong with. The second time had been to plan how to ask her out, during which he’d confessed what had caught his eye about Clara. 

Apparently she worked at the doggy day care center he usually left his maltese, Baroness Von Trapp, when he traveled. Normally, he sent Sakaki to drop off the Baroness, but Sakai had been out sick and that was that. Raj had met the sweetest, most gentle girl he’d ever encountered. She also had a pin of some online role-playing game he also played on her ID lanyard, which had convinced him they were soulmates, and she was slightly taller than him, which apparently really worked for him. 

“Who would’ve thought the lecher would believe in soulmates?” Obi had asked once Raj had left that second meet-up. 

“I think it’s nice,” Shirayuki had said. “He’s really changed for the better.” 

“Let’s not be too hasty, now.” 

Shirayuki chose to hold on to her belief that he really had changed - or was changing - for the better and took his question in good faith. 

“Look,” Shirayuki said, “I think we’re getting a little too in the weeds here. Just have a conversation.” When he looked like he might protest, she added, “A conversation where you both talk, not one where you tell her how rich you are.” 

Raj thought about it for a moment before saying, “Fine.”

“Good luck!” she told him as he excused himself to call Clara and ask for a second date. 

“He should be a case study for the detrimental effects of not properly socializing your children,” Obi said once Raj was out of earshot. “But enough about him. You were going to tell me why lichen in Maine is so exciting.”

Shirayuki blinked. “I thought that was just an example.” 

“Partially,” he said, leaning his elbows on the bartop to bring himself closer to her. “But I am interested. I like hearing you talk about things you’re excited about.” 

“Well,” she said, pushing past the awkward, clumsiness that came with doing something for the first time, “I could tell you over dinner?” 

“Careful, miss,” Obi said, amused. “That sounds like a date.” 

“That is what I was going for.” 

His amusement seemed to turn to discomfort even as he tried to play it off with a glib, “I don’t think your boyfriend would like that very much.” 

Her boyfriend? She didn’t have one. The last person she’d dated was- 

“Oh no,” she said. “I forgot to tell you.”  

“Tell me what?” 

“Zen and I broke up.” 

“What?” 

Obi stood up straight so fast his elbow knocked a glass off the counter, which he deftly caught before it could shatter on the ground. 

“Are you okay?” Shirayuki asked. She peeked over the edge of the bar to make sure nothing else fell. 

“I should be asking you that.” 

“Why? You’re the one who knocked things over.” 

“Not- nevermind. When did you and Zen break up?” 

It was August? So…

“A few months ago.” 

“Oh my god. I just saw you both last week! You looked the same as ever.” 

“That was kind of the problem,” Shirayuki said. 

Absolutely nothing had changed after they’d broken up aside from the fact that he never tried to randomly kiss her anymore, which was honestly a win. She loved Zen, but in the way she loved all her friends. 

“Huh,” Obi said with all the gravitas of a man whose worldview was shifting in real time. “I’ll be damned.” 

He thought she was still with Zen, so- “Is that why you rejected me last week?” 

Obi nearly dropped the glass he’d just caught. 

“Please come here before you break something,” Shirayuki said. 

Obi obeyed. Once he’d taken the stool Raj had vacated, he asked, “When did I reject you?” 

“After drinks with Yuzuri and Suzu.” 

She’d been tipsy and bold and hadn’t wanted Obi to leave, so she’d asked if he wanted to come up to her apartment for coffee. Or more alcohol. Or putting his face on her face. (She’d only offered the first option.) Obi had given her a lopsided smile and said, “Probably not the best idea.”

“The night you asked me to come up to your place and I was trying very hard not to touch you because you were with someone else?” 

“You wanted to touch me?” 

“Shirayuki. It’s almost a full-time job keeping a friendly distance from you.” 

Oh. 

“You don’t have to do that anymore if you don’t want to,” Shirayuki said. Then, to prove her point, she put a hand on the closest part of him she could reach, which happened to be his knee. Then, because she realized in real time that what she was doing was weird, she pulled her hand away and sat up straight again. 

Obi gave her a ridiculously fond smile. 

“Now that you know I’m single,” she said, “does that change your answer about dinner?” 

She could feel her hands start to shake in her lap, so she balled them into tight fists. There was nothing to be nervous about. This was Obi, after all. Even if it all came crashing down…well. He wouldn’t let it in the first place. 

“I would very much like to go to dinner with you,” he said. With a sly slant to his lips, he added, “While we’re rewriting history, I’d also like to fix the part where I turned down your offer to come up to your apartment.” 

“I’ll see what I can do.”

[jungshookz]

teeny tidbits: jungkook picks y/n up from class & all eyes are on him

➺ pairing; badboy!jungkook x y/n 

➺ wordcount; 1.6k

➺ p.s. yes i’m aware this REEKS of 2012 wattpad clichés and i basically groaned and rolled my eyes the entire time i was writing this but i’m trying to redeem myself from the tragedy that was the 2018!badboykook fic and 2021!cee needed to get this out of her system!!! and sometimes cheesy things are good for the soul!! please enjoy this teeny tidbit and feel free to roll ur eyes with me 

(unfortunately i wasn’t able to track down the original maker of this gif but this is where i sourced it from! all credits go to the maker of course :-))) 

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“can’t you ask jungkook to get us in?” jimin sighs frustratedly, nudging you with his elbow before reaching over and pulling the door open for you, “come on… this is going to be the party of the semester! we can’t miss it!”

“i’m sure there’ll be a big ol’ party next semester, jimin-” you roll your eyes playfully before shaking your head, “besides, we’ve been to dozens of parties already! the world isn’t going to end if we don’t go to this one, right?”

“but kim taehyung is hosting this one!” jimin exclaims, grabbing onto your elbow before giving you a shake, “and his parties are legendary. do you know what people are going to say if they find out i wasn’t there??”

good grief

you’ve come to really like jimin in the five-ish months that you’ve gotten to know him, but if there’s one thing you could change about him it’d be his obsession with campus parties

(sometimes you think that jimin probably wouldn’t hang around you as much if you weren’t dating jungkook and his magical ability to get into pretty much any party possible... but that’s a conversation you can have with him another day.)

“you care far too much about what people think.” you frown, shaking your head in disappointment, “i promise you no one’s going to care when you tell them you weren’t at one party-”

“come on…! please??” your eyes widen when jimin stops in his tracks and stomps down on the ground like a petulant child, his plush bottom lip pushed out in a pathetic little pout, “don’t do this to me, huh? just- just bring it up to jungkook and see what he says- promise me you’ll ask jungkook- please please please-”

“okay, okay!” you turn around to face jimin before letting out a huff, “fine. if it’ll get you to stop whining, i promise you i’ll ask jungkook about getting you-”

“-us-”

“-us- getting us into this dumb party.” you smile, crossing your fingers behind your back, “happy?”  

you most certainly will noT be asking jungkook about getting you guys into this party because you’re sick of going to parties!

sure, this is all part of your ~university experience~ but that doesn’t mean you have to go to a party every other weekend

you’d love to just stay in and sleep

god, you’d kill for a good, long night of sleep...

even thinking about it now is making you drowsy

“mhm!” jimin’s face immediately lights up in a delighted smile before he points over your shoulder, “you can ask him right now.”

“ask him n-” you glance over your shoulder, eyes widening in surprise to see jungkook waiting for you by the sidewalk, “-ow... uh, perfect!”

jungkook’s here!

...you… weren’t expecting him to be... here...

jungkook gives a couple of girls a polite smile and a nod of acknowledgement as they walk past him with flirty giggles

“okay, uh-” you turn back to give jimin a stiff smile before crinkling your nose and holding a finger up, “would you mind waiting here for me?”

“i'll wait as long as you want me to as long as you get us into that party-!” jimin calls out after you as you hurry down the brick steps to jungkook

“holy shit. i’d love give his motorcycle a ride-” 

“mhm, any day... any day!” 

you stumble over your feet a little as two girls brush past you from behind, leaving a trail of sweet-smelling perfume tickling at your nose

“hey, there you are!” a grin spreads on jungkook’s face when he sees you coming towards him, pushing himself up so he’s not leaning against his motorcycle, “i was worried i was at the wrong building.”

“uh-huh, so what are you-” you clear your throat quietly before letting out a nervous chuckle, giving your boyfriend a chummy, super casual and not at all romantic punch to the chest, “what are you, uh, doing… here?”

“picking you up from… class?” he mocks your high-pitched tone with a boyish smile before pursing his lips, “you are done for the day, right? that’s what your schedule says.”

“yeah, i’m done, i just- wait a minute-” you frown, your eyes flickering to the side as you try to recall jungkook’s schedule, “shouldn’t you be in a biology lecture right now?”

“the prof dismissed us, like, forty minutes early.” jungkook shrugs, “so i thought i’d come and pick you up so that you didn’t have to walk all the way back to your dorm to meet m-”

“-why’d you take the bandaids off your cheek?” you interrupt him suddenly as you reach up to cup his face, gently brushing your thumb over the healing cut on his cheekbone (he was half-asleep and walked directly into the frame of the bathroom door), “i told you to keep them on for another day. i was going to take them off for you tonight.”

“they made me look lame.” he scrunches his nose and you immediately frown in disapproval, “plus, showing off the cut makes me look so much cooler-”

“that’s not a legitimate excuse-”

“it so is!” jungkook turns his head before pointing at it, “look at that and tell me you don’t think i’m cool-”

it’s not that you don’t love that jungkook knows what time you finish class and where exactly to pick you up (swoon!)- the thing that’s making you nervous is the fact that people naturally seem to just... stare at him whenever he’s around

to be fair, you would stare too if you didn’t know him!

the all-black outfit, the perfectly tousled hair that never seems to be out of place, the obviously very handsome face, and the shiny shiny motorcycle that makes a very obnoxious vrOOm-vroOOom sound whenever he revs the engines

you’re not embarrassed to be seen with him because you are very!!! fond of your boyfriend but…

well, it’s just that if they’re staring at him, they’re most definitely staring at you, too  

and sometimes you worry that you don’t look very compatible with jungkook... and then you worry that people are laughing at you and only you... and then you wonder what people mutter to each other whenever they walk past you two and give you that awful ‘how did someone like you land someone like him?’ stare... and then you feel like you have to prove that you’re dating jungkook but you don’t want to make a scene...

it certainly doesn’t help that there are rubber-duckies on your socks

also, it’s hitting you now that it’s pretty hypocritical to call jimin out on how intense he is about other people’s opinions of him when you’re so in your head about this

jungkook tilts his head curiously when he notices you glancing around like there’s a big target on your back and he resists the urge to snort

he knows exactly why you’re so twitchy, and as much as he wants to reassure you and tell you that literally no one is paying attention to the two of you - and even if they did, who cares? - ...well, he’s allowed to have his fun, isn’t he?  

“oh, what’s the matter, sweet girl? you still embarrassed to be seen with me?” jungkook coos mockingly, slipping an arm around your waist as he pulls you in towards him with a cheeky grin, “hm? don’t want anyone to see your big, bad boyfriend?”

“jungkook-!” you grip onto his forearm in alarm when he leans in, nudging his nose under your jaw so he can give the side of your neck a teasing bite, “cut it out, you weirdo-” your face immediately goes bright pink and you reach up to flatten your palm against his chest to create some distance, “jimin’s still over there-”

“is he?” jungkook hums, giving your warm cheek a kiss before pulling away and looking up towards the staircase, “ah, yep. i see him...” he gives jimin a wave accompanied with a friendly smile and jimin takes that as a sign to come over and join you two

“oh, god. he’s coming over.” jungkook keeps the smile on his face as he looks back down at you, “please tell me he’s not about to ask me about another party. i’m starting to worry that the number of times i’ve asked to come to a party is starting to make me look desperate for socialization- hey, jimin!”

you turn around so you can face jimin and jungkook reaches down to link his fingers with yours  

“hey, bro!!!!” jimin greets a little too enthusiastically as he holds up his fist for a bump, jungkook’s eyes flicking down to it before he reluctantly raises his own arm to bump his fist against jimin’s, “so, like, i’m sure y/n’s already debriefed you on kim taehyung’s party-”

“ah, yeah. taehyung’s party- you sure you wanna go to that one?” jungkook frowns as he glances back down at you, “because taehyung’s from one of the sleazier frats-”

“i heard they pop open bottles of champagne and spray them, like, all over everyone-” jimin gushes, jungkook raising a brow before chuckling lightly

“and you… want that?”

“it’ll look great on my instagram highlights.”

“that… yeah, that’s a bonus for sure.” jungkook gives your hand a squeeze and you bite back a giggle, “who cares about wasting multiple bottles of expensive champagne when they make for a great instagram highlight?”

“see? you get it!” jimin chirps before looking over at you, “he gets it, y/n.”

“mm, he certainly does.”

(jungkook likes jimin, it’s just that he thinks he’s a little too eager about his place on the social ladder sometimes…)

“oh, and don’t worry-” jimin beams, “y/n and i won’t abandon you at the party or anything because i hear their house is huge-”

“yeah, because i’m the third wheel in this trio.”

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[wolferine]

Heart Skips a Beat

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha faces her worst nightmare when a rescue mission goes wrong…

Warnings: Violence, blood

Word Count: 1276

Even with your respirator, you still have a hard time seeing through the smoky air. You carefully wade through the uneven piles of debris while dodging the ceiling beams and cables hanging down like vines. Steve assigned you to search the 3rd floor of the 12-floor condominium, but so far, you haven’t located a single living person.

“Hello? Anyone out there?” you call. With your enhanced hearing, you hear something shuffle in the rubble. A hand pokes out, bloody and white with dust.

“Here!” a feminine voice responds.

“I’m coming!” You leap over holes ten-feet wide and balance on beams thinner than a windowsill to reach them. You kneel to brush some dirt aside and find a young woman lying beneath a large ceiling panel. You click the microphone button on your collar and tell your team, “I got a live one on the third floor.”

“So bring them down,” Clint responds.

“I was just getting to that, thank you for the suggestion.” You grab the ceiling panel and toss it aside, offering a hand to the woman. She accepts but cries out as you pull her to her feet. There’s a piece of rebar, nearly as long as your arm, skewered straight through her calf.

“Hold on, it’s okay.” You remove a tourniquet from your pocket and cinch it around her upper thigh. “Let me carry you. I’ll get us out of here.” You gently pick her up bridal-style and retrace your footsteps. Her arms wrap around your neck as she clings to you like her life depends on it.

Then you remember that the staircase had long ago crumbled, and you’d gotten up here by climbing. There was no way you were getting down the same way.

“Um, wait, I didn’t think this through,” you admit to the woman, but she’s in too much shock to catch your joke. “Hey, guys,” you address your team again, “There’s no staircase for us—”

“So jump.” Natasha’s voice crackles in your earpiece and you smile. 

“You are all so very helpful today.” You look around to find an alternate route. Two stories down, part of the floor is still intact. You had used it as a platform to jump up to the third floor—it should be able to take your weight coming down, right?

“Hey,” you say to the woman in your arms, “There’s no stairs, so I’m gonna have to jump. Just hold on to me and don’t look down, okay? I won’t drop you.”

She nods and tucks her head against your chest. You tighten your hold on her and take three great steps, pushing off into the unknown. You land on your feet harder than expected, but your enhanced bones take the impact in stride. From there, it’s just a simple path through the rubble back to the street.

“I’ve got a live one!” you shout, and paramedics rush towards you with a gurney. “She’s got some rebar through her leg, so be careful with her.”

“We got her,” the paramedics assure, helping you set her on the gurney.

“You’re gonna be okay,” you promise the woman, patting her shoulder.

“Thank you,” she whispers, her hand lingering a little too long across your chest.

“You take care of yourself now.” You wave as the paramedics roll her away, then turn around and see Natasha walking towards you with an expression of jealousy. “What?” you ask, removing your respirator and wiping sweat off your forehead.

“Did you have to carry her like that?” Natasha says.

“Carry her like what?” you respond. “She had some rebar in her leg, Nat, I was just trying to—”

“We’re in public. You need to be professional.”

“No, you’re just jealous.” You step towards her, close enough to see the flecks of brown in her swirling green eyes. “Because I carry you like that to our bed all the time—”

“Don’t lead her on like that, you’re never gonna see her again.” Natasha steps back, but you see the blush in her cheeks and the twitch of a smile on her lips.

“I’m just doing my job,” you say. “Besides, I’m already in love with someone else.” You reach for her hand and squeeze it gently.

“Looks like Y/N found the last live one.” Steve comes up behind Natasha, his face streaked with soot and his hair matted just like yours.

“Perfect. So, we’re done here, right?” you say.

“Not just yet. We’re still not sure what caused the collapse—”

“Oh, come on, Steve, you know how these building owners are,” you interrupt. “They cut a bunch of corners, don’t build up to code, and then the whole thing comes down at the slightest—” Natasha shuts you up with a glare.

“How much longer do you think we’ll be here?” she asks.

“Could be a while. There you are, Barton.” Clint falls into place next to you.

“Well, if we’re here long enough, maybe we can hit up the nightclubs,” you say, throwing a glance at Natasha, but she doesn’t look at you. “Or, we can get some shawarma. That’s always a fan favorite.”

“Y/N.” Clint clears his throat.

“Sorry.” Sometimes you go a little too far, but that’s just how you are. Doing your line of work isn’t easy or normal, and you always try to keep things fun and light.

“We can celebrate after we’ve got this mess sorted out,” Steve says. “So what we need to do next is—”

BOOM.

BOOM.

You hear two gunshots; all of you do. But you’re the only one who gets hit.

The first bullet tears through your right shoulder and it feels like you’ve been struck with an anvil. Your body jerks upward and your blood sprays across the faces of your teammates. Before you even start falling, the second bullet spirals through your lower back and you swear you feel your organs explode. You stay standing, swaying slightly. You see the expression of shock on Natasha’s face, then the blood on her cheeks. Your blood.

“Shots fired, shots fired!” Steve leaps forward and slams Clint to the ground. Clint rolls out from under him and takes cover behind a car. Steve looks back and sees Natasha still standing, looking like a deer in headlights. None of your limbs seem to work. The respirator slips from your hand and your legs finally buckle to the right. “Get down, Nat!” He pushes himself up and tackles her to the ground.

“Everybody get down!” Clint yells. Paramedics and police officers scatter, civilians run in all directions.

Your right arm cushions your head from slamming on the asphalt and you hear your heartbeat in your ringing ears. The pain is dull, an annoying background sensation, and you’re not even aware of the blood pooling beneath you. Maybe you should’ve worn your bulletproof vest, but you hadn’t planned on being shot during a rescue mission.

Natasha stares at you helplessly, watching you gasp for air. Instinctively, she tries crawling towards you, but Steve flattens his weight on her.

“Don’t move, Nat!” he orders. “Stay down!”

But she doesn’t hear him. She only sees you. She sees your eyes glaze over, your fingers clawing weakly at the ground, trying to reach out to her. She sees the blood puddle forming around your body, practically drowning you in a sea of red.

Darkness pulls at the edges of your vision, threatening to swallow you whole. Your chest flames in agony with each shallow breath you take, and the darkness becomes more and more tempting. Your eyelids flutter; you don’t have the strength to keep them open. You don’t hear Natasha screaming your name as you blank out.

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AN: I never thought I’d write fanfics again, but this brilliant idea popped into my head when I was watching 9-1-1 and I just had to write it. This is also the first time I’ve written a reader-insert story and one with no planned ending, so we’ll see what happens!

[prfctethereal]

Can you write James Potter smut please. Thank you

frosted hearts. | james potter

pairing: single dad!james potter x preschool teacher!reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: NSFW. smut, sub!james, dom!reader, talk of masturbation, talk of punishment, mommy kink, praise kink, tit sucking, thigh riding, slap and degrading kink only for a short amount of time at the end

summary: you are harry’s preschool teacher and one day james is late to picking his son up from school

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It was hard to be around screaming toddlers, all day, every day. By the end of your long shifts, your head was blistered by the engraved sound of whining, moaning, and that smacking sound the children make with their lips.

But for the most part, you loved being around kids. Their tenderness brought so much joy to you and you were happy to have become an early childhood teacher. Your workplace was loving, with your fellow teachers continuously supporting you through everything. Even the kids were decently nice.

The age old stigma that kids were devil spawn seemed like the most foreign concept to as you coddled a near sleeping three year old, his warm body curled up to your side. Reading a children’s story to the kids, you felt so much adoration for the children around you, enough to make your cheeks rouge. All of them looked at you with doe eyes as you finished the last page.

“And the princess and the prince fell in love and lived happily ever after.” You closed the book with a soft clap. “The end.”

Looking around, the children beamed, flashing their pearly, toothy smiles towards you. In that moment, you felt at peace, almost content, knowing that you were bringing enjoyment to the kids surrounding you. Gently, you stroked the arm of the nearest child, Harry, as he slowly unraveled from your side.

“Miss?” Harry asked placidly, his tiny fingers down playing with the hem of your skirt. He looked up at you, fluttering his long eyelashes.

“Yes, Harry?” You responded, once you knew that he wasn’t going to speak without permission.

“Do you have a prince?”

At those words, you frowned, your smile disappearing from your face. Admittedly, you have been quite lonely for the past year. Focusing on work has been devastating for your social life. After your messy breakup with your previous partner, you felt like it was unnecessary to rush into another relationship. Quickly enough, those days turned into months, and eventually a year. Your dry spell was becoming quite unbearable.

As the winter months closed in, you wished for more comfort at night. The smoking fireplace could only fill your lonely apartment with so much warmth before you got desperate - needy - for something more. Some nights were spent with your fingers curled up into your cunt, tight from the months of neglect, desperately trying to churn some pleasure out of you, but, there was only so much your own fingers could do. They couldn’t go nearly as deep enough, or stretch you nearly as much as you so deeply desired. You were starting to become flustered just thinking about it.

“No.” Your reply was short, until you realised the kids around you would want a longer explanation. Sighing, you folded your hands in your lap, pursing your lips forward. “I’m not a princess of any sort. Even then, sometimes people don't have someone with them.”

“Just like my Daddy.” Harry babbled unprompted, dawdling away from you to join the midst of his pre-school friends. “He is all alone too.”

You knew Harry’s father, and just the thought of him made you curl your toes in delight. He was one of the most handsome men you had ever seen. Deep hazel eyes that light up when he laughs. Plump pink lips that frame his mischievous smile. Strong, muscular arms, complimenting his toned hands, that you can imagine wrapped around your neck...

Before you could even process the dubious insult thrown your way, you felt a sprinkling of fingers press lightly against your shoulders, snapping you out of your daze. Furrowing your eyebrows, you traveled your eyeline up, locking eyes with another teacher who worked there, Lily.

She looked absolutely wrecked. You knew she had been on the phone for most of the afternoon, for reasons you didn’t know, but you expected that you were going to be told now, as she beckoned you away from the kids.

“One moment.” You held up your finger, showing the kids an example of counting. As you walked away, you saw the kids out of the corner of your eye. They too had one finger in the air, repeating the same word - “One!” - over and over to each other. It was very cute.

“Roads have been closing because of the weather.” Lily started, her nimble fingers gesturing out of the frosted window panes. She was right; the roads were starting to look pretty bad. A thin layer of snow seemed to be shredding downwards, coating the town like powdered sugar. The sun stayed behind the clouds, not even daring to peek through, keeping the town in a cold flurry, and keeping the children inside. This was going to be a long shift.

“So, we’ll have to stay here longer tonight?” You asked, an exasperated sigh leaving your lips. You brought the pads of your index fingers up to the window pane, feeling the chill of the temperature seem into your skin. WIthout realising it, you traced a heart shape into the frost, your own heart sighing as you exhaled.

“Hopefully not.” Lily replied. “I’ve contacted all the parents and have told them to come pick up their kids as soon as possible. This storm seems to not be slowing down any time soon. So, potentially, we might be able to go home early, if the children all get picked up before the snow gets too thick. And, don’t bother coming in tomorrow. The snow’s gonna settle, meaning there will be road closure all across town.”

“Great.” A sarcastic laugh poured from your mouths as you turned back to the kids, who were still being occupied by the thought of having one finger in the air. “We should start getting them ready then.”

You and Lily worked diligently side by side, bundling the kids up in layers of soft clothing, keeping them secure from the storm. The kids joined in too, helping to clean the classroom, picking up litter off of the floor, and clearing off tables. As you sprayed down the surfaces of the tables and kitchen counters, you hummed a soft tune, getting into the rhythm of cleaning.

While you were occupied with cleaning, parents started arriving, greeting their kids with loving smiles and gentle touches. You melted as the kids ran excitedly into their parents arms, wrapping themselves around their mums and dads, wishing to not let go. In those sweet moments, you felt a fleeting pang of loneliness. You longed for your own child, and with that, a loyal husband. You breathed out a sigh, something that was becoming quite regular for you by now.

As more and more parents arrived, you saw the sun trickle behind the horizon. Soon, the night sky appeared, painting the sky in hues of indigo and cerulean. As much as you loved the night, you didn’t love the idea of being stuck here all night, and neither did Lily, who was looking even more restless than you.

Her ginger hair fell across her face, partially blocking her vision as she lethargically signed out the second to last kid. Deep, violet bags were forming under her eyes, her skin borderline white from her exhaustion. It was getting hard to look at.

“Why don’t you just go home?” Your offer made Lily perk her head up. “You look way too tired to even continue standing on two feet.”

“I couldn't do that to you.” Lily yawned, clasping her perfectly manicured hand over her mouth. “And besides, Harry hasn’t been picked up yet. I still have to do my job.”

You looked at her with pity in your eyes. You hadn’t seen her this exhausted in years, and you knew her anxiety was bubbling up as more and more snow fell onto the ground. “Please just go Lily. It’s only Harry; I can monitor him by myself. You need to get home before the snow gets heavier.” Before she could butt in, you continued. “Besides, Harry much prefers me over you.”

Lily laughed, closing you tightly into a friendly hug. “Thank you so much. I’ll get you back another day. Are you sure you’re all good closing up on your own?”

“Go home.” You waved her away dismissively. Lily bounced around and in only five minutes, she had collected herself, and had dashed out the door, leaving only you and Harry in the pre-school.

He was looking quite tired himself, which was understandable. By now, it was nearly eight o’clock at night, a time you knew was well past his bedtime. Harry had curled himself up on one of the naptime beds himself, his raven hair falling over his eyes. Staying by his side, you caressed his back, until he fell into a soft slumber.

You felt lonely again. Harry was asleep and there was nothing left for you to do until Harry’s father arrived to pick him up. You knew a few things about Harry’s father, from the fleeting conversations you had had over the time Harry had been at this school. You knew his name was James, and he looked like heaven. Everytime you glanced his way, you felt yourself grow wet. It probably was a problem, but your secret crush didn’t hurt anyone, so you kept it secret.

Long after it had become dark, you finally saw canary coloured headlights glint in the distance. It was a relatively nice car, something you’d expect a well paid ministry worker, like James, to drive. You watched attentively as the car parked slowly and surely. Then, the car door opened, and you got your first look of James for the day.

He definitely looked a little tired but there was something endearing about it. His fluffy brown hair was slightly disheveled, as if he had run his fingers through it greatly. His round glasses sat low on his nose bridge, with his natural eyes scanning the area. There, he locked eyes with you through the window, the same window you had drawn your pathetic heart on. Right then, James was positioned right in the middle of the heart, condensation like a halo.

Before you knew it, James had opened up the door into the school, realising a sigh of relief when he was hit by the warmth of the classroom. Dramatically, he closed the door behind him, leaning up against the frame, apologies falling from his lips like rain from the sky.

“I’m so sorry I was late. Traffic was crazy. Too many road closures.” James seemed frantic, but the solidarity of the preschool was definitely calming his mood down.

“There’s no need to apologise, Mr Potter. Harry is delightful to look after.”

“Please,” James held out his hand, “call me James.” You intertwined your fingers with hsi, shaking his hand ever so lightly, the same hand you had fantasised about. It was everything you dreamed of.

“I should drive Harry home now.” James broke the silence, his voice cutting through the tension, making you want to salivate. You didn’t like the idea of James driving in his state, especially since he looked so tired. If anything, he would need some caffeine in him before the journey.

You reached your hand up, stroking his right cheek with your left hand, concern filling your eyes. “Oh, please James, you look so tired. Let me make you a cup of tea before you journey back home. You look as though you need it.”

James chuckled. “Alright then, just one though. Besides, Harry seems to be having a lovely nap. Wouldn't want to disturbed him now, would we?”

You guided James into the back kitchen through a secret door. Here was your break room where you could have some peace and quiet away from the kids. It was one of your favourite places in the entire school, because even though you loved the kids, sometimes you just needed a place to help you unwind, and unwind you did. Countless times you had fallen asleep back here and had dreamed of James.

“We have Earl Grey. Is that okay?” You looked through your cupboards, eyes locking onto a small red box, tea bags flooding out of it. Personally, you weren’t a big fan of it, that's why there were still so many, but James didn’t seem to mind it.

“Please, sounds lovely, dear.”

You worked in silence, turning the kettle on to boil. Carefully, you dunked a tea bag into a mug, swirling it around in your fingers as you waited for the water to boil. The emptiness of volume was killing; you could’ve heard a pin drop. James was the one to speak up first.

“Harry really likes you. He talks about you often.”

“Oh really?” You chuckled in disbelief, facing away from James, fiddling with some lint of your sweater.

“Yes. Sometimes, he even calls you Mum. I’m happy that he has a mother figure like you to look after him.” You chuckled when hearing James’ words, which confused him. “Why are you laughing?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.” You said, reaching for the kettle. “He’s just not the only one to have called me Mommy before.”

James furrowed his brows, even more confused. “You have kids of your own?”

“Not quite.” You swung your head around, throwing James a cheeky grin. That’s when he understood what you meant. He gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, his pants seeming just a bit tighter than before. It was definitely hotter in the room.

“What normally happens when people call you that?” James asked, testing the waters. As you stood to move around, the chair scraped against the wooden floors, alerting you of his prowling presence.

When he was a mere inch away from you, you smirked once again. “Why don’t you kiss me and find out?” You weren’t sure where this rush of confidence was coming from but you both seemed to not want to slow down.

Consciously, James raised his hand to your cheek, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. His soft hands lingered a little too long, before his eyes flickered downwards towards your lips. You knew what he wanted, but you never took him for the shy type. Something about this made you aroused. Needing relief desperately, you lunged forwards, connecting your lips to his.

It was everything you thought it would be. Hungry, passionate, skilled. Your lips melded perfectly together with his, as his lips sucked gently on your top lip. Yearning for something more, you moved your hands down to his ass, giving James an experimental squeeze. Just like how you wanted, he gasped, giving you the perfect entrance to insert your tongue into his ready mouth. He moaned, his lips vibrating against you.

“Show your Mommy how much you need her.” You pulled away, whispering those words at the shell of his ear. You could hear James whimper in front of you, positioning himself so he was straddling one of your thighs, as you were pushed up against the counter tops.

James’ fingers worked at the hem of your sweater. Eager to remove as many clothes as possible from you, he tugged at the edge, slow whimpers escaping his pretty mouth, as you tilted your head down to his neck, aching to leave soft love bites on his skin.

He was getting needier and more submissive by the minute, but to you, he was acting like a brat. “That’s not how we ask for something we want, is it baby? Use your words.”

“Please Mommy, may I take your sweater off?”

With a curt nod, you obliged, watching James’ eyes light up in fascination. Quickly, he pulled your sweater over your head, glad to see that your thin shir had stuck to the material of your sweater, leaving you in just a bra on top. His eyes were transfixed by the way your nipples were hard on your pert breasts, sticking out from your bra.

“Can I take your bra off please, Mommy?” James’ hands had already made their way around your torso, preparing for the inevitable.

“Yes love, good boy for asking.” You felt James grow harder against your thigh as you praised him, a thought that made you smirk in delight and what could be in store.

Like you were made of glass, James slipped the bra off of your shoulders, dragging it slowly off of your arms. You knew he wasn’t teasing on purpose, as it seemed that he was distracted by the sight of your tits, but you needed relief anyway, bucking your thigh up against his crotch as encouragement. “They’re all yours.”

Delighted, James leaned in, his whole mouth engulfing your nipple. With vigour, he bagan sucking, the pleasure of it going straight down into your core. You moaned loudly, something you learned that egged James on. Greedily, he started rubbing his hands down your side, eager to feel all of your skin. You didn’t mind though, as you were lost in your own moment.

“Good- good boy.” You stuttered out as James’ mouth left the centre of the nipple, beginning to suck small bruises into the side of your boob. Normally, you would punish him - well, anyone - for doing that without permission, but you didn’t care at that moment.

Content with his handiwork, James moved onto your next nipple, ready to give you the same amount of pleasure as last time. As he worked your nipple to a bright scarlet like the last one, you noticed a curious movement with his hips. Looking down, you saw James, rutting his hips into you, humping your thigh as if he was a bitch in heat. You moaned at the sight.

“You like that, huh? You like,” -  you jolted your thigh upwards - “Mommy’s thigh?”

“Mmm, so good.” James mumbled against your tit. You knew he was close to coming, but you weren’t quite done with him yet. Pulling him away from your body, you looked into his eyes to see a hurt expression, something you didn’t like seeing. Luckily, it wasn’t going to last long.

“If you can make Mommy cum from your tongue, then I’ll let you cum on my thigh, alright?” With an excited nod of his head, James immediately sunk to his knees, diving his head underneath your skirt. His fingers worked quickly, stretching the fabric of your panties to the side so he had the best access possible. When you heard a muffled “Oops” against your thigh, you could tell that your panties had snapped from James’ force, but you didn’t mind. He made up for it by being so damn skilled.

He dove in nearly straight away, his tongue licking straight up the lips of your cunt, lapping at it as if it was his first ever meal. The end of his tongue teased the entrance to your velvet walls, pressing in ever so slightly and pulling away, creating tension and frustration for you. But it felt so good.

“Feels so good, darling. Doing so good, my good boy. My good, good boy.” You knew he was spurred on by praise, so you gave him what he needed. Threading your fingers in his hair, you held him down slightly, taking the tiniest amount of control back.

When he began sucking at your clit, that's when you really felt the tide going out. It was ebbing at your senses, the only indication being your shaking body and the mewling whimpers coming from your mouth. This only encouraged James further to topple you over the edge.

Slowly, James brought his fingers up to your cunt, teasing your entrance with his finger. Then, he slipped it inside of you, feeling the way you clenched around his finger. You were so tight that James dreamed of how you would feel around his cock, these thoughts going straight to his straining dick in his pants. He needed relief, so he worked faster, inserting another finger and pumping faster.

You were so close by now. The combined stimulation of James’ lips suctioning at your clit and his fingers working in and out of you was too much. With one last hard suck, you felt your orgaasm wash over you like a tsunami. You could hardly hold yourself up, and that was evident by the way you toppled to your side. The only reason you didn’t hit the floor was because of James’ lightning fast reflexes, keeping you upright.

“Did I do good, Mommy?” James asked, his shiny eyes looking up at you with adoration, his lips glistening with your cum. You smiled sweetly down at him, stroking his cheek with your hand, until you pulled it back and gave him a harsh slap across his face.

“It was so good baby, but I thought I said only using your tongue?” James had the look of realisation on his face, but you kept going. “Naughty boys who don’t follow rules have to be punished, and I don't think you want to get put in the Naughty Corner, do you?”

James whimpered, but it sounded like he was enjoying the degradation. A smile spread across your face.

“Oh so you do? Good boy.”