#usually he works like a charm to get me all stimulated and ready to go but today is A Day

[redshoes-blues]

The sign of a particularly bad work day in terms of focus levels is when not even listening to Kendrick Lamar can get me in that flow state

[cherrypieships]

i think he knows

A/N: for the prompt 'first kiss' with Steve. slight tw for alcohol and underage drinking!

Ship: Steve x Mel (s/i)

Summary: It's not that she isn't happy to see him, really she is. It's just that Steve, handsome and funny and compassionate as he is, can be a little distracting.

The fan propped up on the counter is the only thing keeping Melody alive right now. 

It’s officially summer in Hawkins, and while she usually adores the season, the heat in Rush Records is so sweltering that she’s almost ready for school to start up again. While pretty much every other aspect of being in senior year would suck, she’d welcome a cool autumn breeze with open arms. Plus it’d give her something to do.

The store is abandoned today, as it’s the first weekend of the community pool being open. Charlie and Piper had asked if she’d be joining them poolside, but she’d picked up an extra shift at her manager’s request. So she’s stuck flipping through a copy of Rolling Stone with her face shoved in front of the rickety old fan she hauled in from her garage. 

The bell above the door sings a little ditty as someone enters. “Hey, how’s it going?” She calls, not even looking up from the Cyndi Lauper interview she’s enamored with. Not that she’s super into Cyndi Lauper’s music, but the girl’s got spunk that she has to admire. Writing a song about masturbating and getting a Rolling Stone interview out of it was pretty punk shit.

“You greet all your favorite customers so warmly?” 

Mel’s head snaps up, attention officially caught. Standing in the doorway, a shit eating grin on his face, is Steve Harrington. “Oh, it’s you,” she remarks, softer than she means it to come out.

He strides over to the register, sets a coffee down in front of her. “What, I can’t visit my best friend at work?”

“I’m your only friend and you know it.”

“My best girl, then,” he amends, then pauses as he thinks about what she’s said. “And that’s not true, Nancy and Jonathan are my friends.”

She rolls her eyes affectionately. “You barely talk to them, weirdo.” Finally faced with something more stimulating, she flips the magazine closed and straightens, pulling her shirt down where it’s rode up over her stomach.

Steve leans against the counter, making himself right at home in her workplace. Then he grins at her, that wide, wolfish grin that has her chest feeling light and airy. “Why would I need to talk to anyone else when I have you?” He purrs, equal parts charming and annoying. 

“What are you doing here?” Mel asks. It’s not that she isn’t happy to see him, really she is. It’s just that Steve, handsome and funny and compassionate as he is, can be a little distracting. She doesn’t mind it most of the time, when they’re at the roller rink and he keeps trying to teach her how to spin, or at the diner down the street where he’ll toss fry after fry at her face trying to land one in her mouth. She welcomes him usually, in all his silly, boyish glory. But it’s different when she’s at work.

Steve shrugs, pushing the coffee he’d brought further towards her. “Thought you might want some caffeine.” Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knows she shouldn’t be surprised by this. He has a penchant for dropping things off to her when they can’t hang out. Coffee, books, food, her lyric journal. She has a suspicion that all these gestures are inklings of his loneliness, but that’s something she’ll never tell.

She picks up the cup, turns it around in her palm. “Steve, you didn’t have to do that,” she says, then, “thank you, though.”

He blows a raspberry. “The coffee shop was on the way. Hope they put enough cream in, I know you like it light.” A hand runs through his hair, shining golden brown in the lights of the store.

Melody takes a sip, the rush of roasty sweetness splattering across her tongue as she does. It’s perfect, unfortunately. “I actually did need a pick-me-up,” she says. “You didn’t get one for yourself?”

He shifts on his feet. “I didn’t really want one.” He admits, a hand reaching out to fiddle with the cord of the fan where it’s plugged into the wall, the twisted wire evidently a source of displeasure for him. Or maybe a distraction. 

Her fingers find the magazine, shove it across the counter at him. “You gonna hang around?” She asks, hope lacing the corners of her words. Fuck it. Rush wasn’t here, on pre-summer vacation with his wife and baby boy, and she was the only employee here until her shift ended in two hours. Who was gonna tell her to get back to work?

Steve grins, his big almond eyes sparkling. “Can I?” 

She shrugs, trying her hardest to maintain an air of nonchalance. “Sure, I don’t care,” she lies. She wants him to stay so she can keep looking at him.

He taps a hand against the counter, straightens with a big crooked smile, a look in his eyes that says he knows she doesn’t mean it. “Show me the newcomers,” he demands, and shucks off the gray-blue windbreaker he’s donning- revealing a beautiful stretch of golden skin over toned arms. He’s wearing the cutest, dumbest sage-colored polo, the collar a stark white that she wants to tug on. 

Mel rolls her eyes, pulls the bins out from below the front register that house the new arrivals, fresh off the truck this morning. She’s yet to put them away, opting to save them for the last hour to make it look like she’d been working when the closer comes in later. “I dunno how much of it’s your taste, honestly. Bunch of metal, some Neil Diamond… I think we got that new Bob Marley compilation album.” Her fingers dance across the hard plastic spines of the new cassettes, catching when she spots a blackened one with Violent Femmes written in thin writing. “Oh, shit, I didn’t even see these.”

Steve digs a big hand into the bin, fishes out an eyesore of a tape with a scoff. “What do you mean, not my taste? You got the good shit right here.” He flicks the cover to make his point, then shakes his hand out when he realizes how hard the plastic casing is. He’s so cute she could punch him.

She stares pointedly at the album he’s holding. “Big Bananarama fan, are you?” 

He visibly bites back a giggle. “Absolutely.” She can’t tell if he’s kidding, but she can tell from the next heave of his chest he’s about to start singing.

“Oh, please no-”

“It’s a cruel, cruel, cruel summer,” he croons, “Leaving me here on my own.” His shoulders rise and fall as he makes up a little dance. 

Mel puts her hands over her ears, tugs her face up into a forced grimace.

Steve doesn’t relent, instead grabbing the stapler beside the register and turning it into a makeshift microphone. “It’s a cruel- it’s a cruel, cruel summer, now you’re gone,” he looks at her deeply, eyebrows twisted into an expression of profound longing. “You’re not the only one!” Ever the performer, he launches into a series of scat sounds that are probably meant to represent the instrumentals. 

She swats at him. “You’re horrible. Evil.” He has such a gorgeous voice, even playing pretend. 

He cackles, sets his microphone-stapler back down and finally gives in. “You should be thankful, you know. Girls all over Hawkins would pay big money to hear this beautiful voice and you’re getting it for free.” 

It’s funny, his ego, so big and so small at the same time. He switches like railroad tracks between braggadocio and self-loathing. Sometimes it’s all wrapped up in one sentence. There are no girls licking at his heels right now, at least not that she’s seen. But there were, and he knows it. And she can’t tell if he’s being boastful or bitter. “Okay hotshot, do you see any tapes you like or should I put them away?” She says instead of voicing this.

The boy puffs his cheeks up as he thinks, then grabs a tape and turns it over with careful hands. “Jonathan said I’d probably like The Cure, what do you think?” He stares down at her.

She shrugs, takes the tape from his warm fingers. “Maybe. It seems a little um, sad? For you, I think. Too introspective, you know?” She glances up at him, where his eyes are squinting, visibly confused. “Uh, he sings about like, his depression a lot. Mental stuff.”

Steve hums. “What do you recommend, then?” 

Her heart leaps in her chest. She rifles through the cassette bin for a moment, pulls out another tape and shows it to him. “I think you’d like The Bangles. Pop with a little punk-rock edge, I’d say. Oh, and,” she grabs another tape, this one a bright colorblock mess. “Try The Go-Gos. They did that song a couple years ago, We Got the Beat? They’re pretty good.” 

The way he looks down at her, with his sweet brown eyes and petal pink lips, makes her self-conscious for a moment. But he takes the albums, sets them down on the counter next to the register like he didn’t even need her explanation, he would have taken them anyway. “What else you got? Wheeler asked me to grab her something good.” He moves a step to his right, looks into the bin of vinyls now. 

They spend a good hour like that, until she’s perched on top of the counter sipping contentedly at a lukewarm coffee while he flips through the pictures inside of an older Fleetwood Mac vinyl he’s grabbed off the Best-Sellers shelf. “What time does your shift end?” He asks, not looking up at her. 

“Four-ish.”

Steve places the vinyl back on the shelf, moves down to the rock section. “Are you busy tonight?” He pulls up one of her old favorites, and she kicks away the urge to say so. “My dad opened the pool and they’re out in Indianapolis for a few nights. Should be quiet if you want to hang out.”

She thinks for a moment. On one hand, she knows she’ll be dead tired after work- getting up at 7 o’clock this morning and surviving off a lunch sandwich and a coffee is going to catch up with her soon. On the other hand, Steve Harrington in swim trunks. “Sure,” she says, and while she hopes it’s nonchalant, it’s hard to hide her feelings with him. “I have to stop at my house to get my bathing suit though.”

He grins. “I mean we could always skinny dip-” she whacks his shoulder. “Ow, relax, I’m fucking with you.” His fingers go for the hem of his polo shirt, tugging the collar away from his skin. 

“Do you want me to bring anything?” She thinks of potato chips, bottles of cola, phone calls to her dealer for a fresh supply. 

Steve waves them all off. “Just yourself is fine. I have food and sodas and stuff. Unless you’re craving something specific.” He says.

Mel’s lips twist, and she shrugs. “I don’t think so. Maybe I can sneak a bottle of wine?”

He slaps a hand against the countertop, joy and mischief breaking over his face like an ocean wave. “There we go, perfect.”

The doorbell chimes for maybe the fourth time all day, and Mel has to literally tear her eyes away from his mouth to see Tiffany walking in the door, her hair perfectly teased and silver bracelets clinking as she hauls her purse higher over her shoulder. She blows a bubble of pink gum between glossed lips and shoots the pair a grin. “Hey Mel,” she says, making a beeline for the back room. 

Melody grabs Steve’s wrist, turning it toward her to see the face. “Jeez, Tiff, forty-five minutes early is a new record for you,” she calls, fingers lingering at the edge of the watch strap where his skin is warm. She can smell his cologne this close, powdery and musky and mixed with a strong soap that lingers on him. When she straightens, he’s looking down at her, face blank.

Mel can hear the thud of Tiffany’s bag hitting the counter as she sets it down. “I want that overtime!” She yells back. When she rounds the corner, she’s still smiling, though her eyes are more focused on Steve now instead of her coworker. “Hi Steve. God, has it been like this all day?”

“Kinda, yeah,” Mel affirms. “There’ve been like three customers total. Literally everyone is down at the pool.” The first person had been a woman picking up Muppet Babies on cassette for her kid, the second an older man who bought a Bing Crosby vinyl and said almost nothing to her. The third was Steve, who has still yet to buy anything and is more nuisance than customer. 

Tiffany wraps a finger in a puffy blonde curl that lingers by the nape of her neck and rolls her big gray eyes. “Why are we even open? Rush knows the place is gonna be, like, completely abandoned.” She turns then, sets her sights on Steve with a wide white smile. “I mean, except for you, apparently.”

Steve leans back, elbow braced on the counter that Melody still sits on, and she braces for the suave comeback he’ll gift her coworker. “Had to bring this one her caffeine fix,” he says instead, nudging Mel’s thigh. “And you need to ring me out.”

She does just that, filling Tiffany in on the chores she’d completed and the ones she hadn’t as she bags Steve’s purchases up for him, slides them across the counter in exchange for the twenty he crumples into her palm. “And I finished the new arrival cassettes, but the vinyls still have to be shelved, so if you don’t mind helping me with-”

“Oh my god,” Tiffany laughs. “No way, you’re not staying. It’s so dead, Mel, go home. Enjoy the sun or something.”

Steve nods, pointing to the blonde in agreement. “Yeah, Mel, enjoy the sun or something,” he teases. The idiot would do anything to get her out of working.

The plastic bag in her hand crinkles sharply as she shoves it at him. “You sure? I can stay and help if you just want, like, an extra set of hands,” she offers, legs already itching to walk out the door. 

Tiffany, sweet as she is, tears her gaze from Steve’s naked arms to respond. “I think I can deal. Go have fun.”

She does, piling into Steve’s passenger seat with another round of thank-yous aimed at her coworker. They make a pitstop at Mel’s house, with her making quick work of changing into her bathing suit and sliding a black sundress over it, and Steve making quick work of finding her parents wine collection and sneaking an older bottle that’s half-empty and collecting dust- an expert choice of something that won’t be missed. Mel clomps down the stairs in strappy sandals and slides a pair of sunglasses onto her face. “Ready when you are,” she announces.

Steve turns away from where he’s staring at family pictures stuck to the fridge with letter magnets. They’re old ones, pictures from her life back in Chicago before they’d even met. The magnets are even older, bought from a general store when her mom still thought they’d be having a third kid running around. He glances down to her exposed legs, quick enough that she almost misses it, and then nods. “Let’s kick it.”

___

Mel slides her legs into the pool, watching as Steve flips over and starts doing an impressively smooth backstroke. Her wine glass is still halfway full, his empty by her side. Despite it being well past five o’clock, the sun is still glaring down on them, baking her skin and illuminating the crystalline pool water. She takes another sip of the wine before it starts getting too warm to drink.

Honestly, the wine isn’t even that good. It’s a red, which she guesses is why it’s so bitter, and the taste cloys in the back of her throat, like bad fruit. But it smells delicious, and she feels elegant drinking it, and her body is starting to feel a little lighter, so maybe it’s worth it. She takes another swig, grimaces at the taste again, and sets the glass down. 

“Wow, you really don’t like that stuff, huh?” Steve observes from the deep end. He’s squinting at her to keep the glare of the sun out of his eyes.

Mel raises a hand, tilts it back and forth in a so-so motion. “It’s not bad. Also not good.” She adjusts the sunglasses on her face as the sweat on her nose guides them down. Thank god for sunglasses, she thinks, watching shamelessly as he swims over, shoulders flexing under the water and summer sun. 

Once Steve makes his way over, he lifts himself up onto his arms on the pool ledge, face tilted up to look at hers. He makes full eye contact as he picks up her wine glass and takes a deep sip. She would be mad if the stuff wasn’t so gross. “You don’t have to keep drinking it, you know. I can finish it for you if you want,” he says. His eyes are honey-brown and glossy.

She shrugs, kicking her feet out in tandem. “No, I’ll finish it. Definitely gonna be my last glass, though.” 

Steve sets her wine glass down on the ledge. “Are you coming in or are you just gonna sit on the edge like a loser?” he asks next. 

“Why, you wanna play mermaids?”

“How do you play mermaids?”

Mel tries to scoff, but it dissolves into a laugh halfway through. She can’t help it, he’s so earnest as he says it. “There’s no like, rules, Stevie, you just pick a tail color and be a mermaid.” She tilts her head then, thinking. “You have this huge pool and you’ve never played mermaids in it?” Logically, she knows he’s a boy and his parents probably wouldn’t have encouraged him playing something as soft and feminine. But the wine is blurring her thoughts just enough that in her head it seems like a crime to go your whole life without playing mermaids.

A laugh racks his shoulders, and he hangs his head. “We got this pool put in when I was 14. At that point the only games Tommy and I were playing in here were ‘who can kick the other in the balls the hardest’ and trying to drown each other.”

Mel slides down off the ledge and into the pool with a cool splash. Her elbow glances off his shoulder on the way down, and he reaches out to steady her. “That’s so fucked up,” she says, taking her sunglasses off to set them down beside her drink. “Like, I’m sad for you. You deserve to be a beautiful mermaid,” she giggles, pushing the wet hair that’s flopping over out of his eyes. They glow like warm pools of honey in the sunshine. Summer is his season, she thinks; the way the chlorine fits him like clothing and the scent of sun tan lotion suits him better than most colognes. 

The pink on his cheeks is no sunburn then. “Okay. Well, I call dibs on a green tail. And a pet dolphin,” he says, starting to float on his back away from her. 

She drifts after him, humming. The water feels cool and soothing as it kisses her bare shoulders, but her stomach is still covered in goosebumps from the temperature change. “Okay. But I get a purple tail and a crown of shells.”

Steve glances over at her. “Are you the mer-princess?”

“Sure,” she smiles. 

He nods, visibly swallowing a laugh. “And I can be the stableboy who watches after the seahorses.”

“The seahorses, yeah.”

There’s a second of silence, barely even a pause for Steve to take a breath, and they’re dissolving into a joint fit of laughter. She watches him through heaving breaths, the way the tension melts like snowcones from his neck and freckled shoulders. His mouth is full of saltwater pearls that glint in the light. He’s so pretty it’s stupid. It’s making her stupid.

He’s always been pretty, though. It’s not a revelation. The wheel hasn’t been reinvented. She thinks, distantly, that it would do her good to quit acting like she’s the only one who’s ever noticed how wonderful he is- empathetic to a fault and warm like sunlight and pretty like a sunshower. 

Instead of staring any longer, she swims her way over toward the deep end, where Steve had tossed a matching set of pool noodles, and grabs the pink one. “You know you saved my life inviting me over today,” she says.

He squints at her again. “What do you mean?” 

“I was literally cooking alive at work,” she says to the clouds. “If you weren’t there I would still be sweating my balls off.”

“Your balls.”

Mel nods. “My balls!” While he laughs, she grabs one end of the pool noodle and submerges it, feeling as it fills up with water. “I’m serious, Tiff’s nice but she never lets me go that early. If you weren’t there I probably would have just stayed ‘til four,” she admits, only feeling a little bad about her devious plan to douse him in pool water.

“What does me being there have to do with that?” He asks, the idiot. “Seemed dead enough she would’ve let you go anyway.”

She squints, trying to decipher if he truly hadn’t read the situation the way she had. If he was so focused on the prospect of getting to spend the day with her that he’d ignored the glances, the soft lilt of her coworker’s voice. “Um, because Tiff has a huge crush on you? She was trying to look cool and like, laid-back in front of you,” she explains, pool-noodle-cannon forgotten.

“What?” He shakes wet hair from his forehead, exposing row after row of fawny freckles, little spaces where the sun has kissed him a second too long. “You don’t know that,” he counters.

Mel balks at the assertion. “Oh my god, Steve, yes I do,” she laughs. “She had the most in-love face I’ve ever seen. I’m honestly shocked you didn’t catch it.”

“You’re jealous,” he says, face blank. There’s no teasing, no accusation. He states it firmly, the way he’d say the sky was blue and the sun was hot.

She scoffs at first. “I am not jealous,” she wades closer to him, squints in the sunlight to see his face. “First of all, Tiff isn’t even my type, and second-”

“No, you’re jealous that another girl was giving me attention,” he takes the pool noodle from her hands, disarming her. “It’s kinda cute, actually.”

Instead of fighting against him, she lets her hands idle weaponless by her sides. She doesn’t say anything for a good few seconds, just watches him float closer and closer, her brain feeling oddly like a melted snowcone, all the sugar and lemon ice dripping out her eyes and ears. “What?” Is all she can muster when her thoughts slam back into her body. 

Steve’s hands come gently to her elbows. “You’re talking about in-love faces like you aren’t making them at me,” he lilts.

Blood rushes to her face. “You’re being mean.”

Just like that, his face softens. “I’m not being mean, Mel, I’m just tired of playing pretend,” he admits, and wades back, a hair more space between them. The distance is suffocating her. “I didn’t notice she was flirting with me, honest. Was too busy looking at you.” He tugs at one of the longer curls that frame her bangs.

The syrupy thing in Mel’s chest starts hammering out a rhythm. Yeah, maybe in her subconscious she knew he had a thing for her. Lingering kisses on cheeks and oft-settled lunch tabs were the tip of the iceberg. The fact that he saw through her, though, was what had shocked her. A cool façade years in the making torn down in a few sentences by a boy who had once asked her how to spell earring. He’d seen the cracks and found his way to her interior at the first chance. 

Or maybe he wasn’t some huge mastermind, and she was shit at keeping secrets from him.

“You called me cute,” she notes. She allows herself the wine-fueled pleasure of touching his arms. His skin is cool from the water, and yet her touch is what makes goosebumps break over it.

He smiles. “You are cute.”

And then he’s leaning down, brown eyes entirely too focused on her mouth. It’s innocent in the most soul-crushing way; a slide of his top lip down her own, slow and deliberate, encircled by a warm embrace and controlled by a hand that cradles her jaw. He’s sweet and honey-tasting, like wine, like snowcones, like summer, and she breathes deep, inhaling it all. It goes straight to her head. She’s not used to being loved so softly.

When he breaks away, it’s not far, just enough that she can feel his breath fan warm over her cupid’s bow. He comes back again, mouthing at the seam of her lips until she blooms for him, accepting the sweet slide of his tongue like communion. He ends it with a kiss to her nose. It makes wings flutter in her stomach. “Do you want to maybe go inside?” he asks, half sheepish and half suave and all Steve.

She pulls out of his grasp, stretches out to float on her back. “Later,” she promises, and a shiver runs through her. “The day’s still young, babe, let’s play mermaids.”

[hanjifuck]

.˚｡⋆ ༊ .˚｡⋆ stray kids ideal types - series .˚｡⋆ ༊ .˚｡⋆

bang chan version ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ

based on their birth charts! s2

✧*:.｡. t/n: i'll be using SIDEREAL astrology on this one. it's also important to say that when we talk about romance in astrology we have to fully analyse the couple's birth charts individualy at first and only then apply compatibility analysis so we're able to check out the synastry overlays.

✧*:.｡. t/n: kinda proofread. <3

the basics:

someone who has sun in virgo or in the 5th house;

aquarius and gemini moons are the ideal but aries moon is also great, libra is good, leo and sagittarius moons are a maybe. capricorn and cancer moons are absolutely a no;

venus in virgo, scorpio, cancer or capricorn;

mercury in virgo (or capricorn/taurus).

obviously there's way more aspects to look into to see if a relationship would work but i'd rather not go too deep into it right now.

a person who's patient and honest. he takes his time into getting to know you before he commits. so, when he does commit, there’s no room for him to change his mind. he's worthy of a romance novel. he will make sure that the bond is strong and stable for both.

someone who's good at communicating, reading people's intentions and has a good sense of humour. he tends to use his voice to express himself and he's such a sweet talker when it comes to romance. communication and intellectual rapport are his thing, so it's important for him to have someone who he can talk to. so good at covering it up his intentions or even lying (but you guys didn't hear this from me), except that he tends to tell the truth in almost any and every situation. he loves to tell stories and to see the smile and hear the laugh of the loved one.

a partner who's not afraid of commitment and long term relationships. listen to me, this man is looking for a soulmate connection, someone to pay him due attention. he's a romantic at heart and has a strong need for love in his life, it being his ultimate driving force, a passionate lover and he knows how to maintain the flame of true love. without love he would be nothing.

someone who knows how to talk to people and be pleasant during social situations.

someone who's highly vulnerable and revealing with him, ONLY.

a person who's adventurous. he does not know how to stay still, he wants to expand and has a hedonistic type of approach to how fun should work in a relationship. he can't be more happy then when his able to impress you with his creative side. if you like an intellectual approach to life you will love it as well.

a positive person, someone who's optimistic and make things seem easy.

an intense, bold, strong-willed and powerful person. would love a partner who knows how to stand up for themselves. he wants besides him a person who can make the world kneel in front of them.

someone who will do anything to seduce him.

someone who challenges him (in a good way, ofc). he loves to be dared as he sees it as stimulating, a reason to try even harder, to put even more effort in. he's prop to play mind games (maybe manipulating, even if it's not his intention, since he makes everything sound so wonderful). often fueled by curiosity and a desire to control/possess others for himself *only with those who he actually loves since he sees romance/sex as super meaningful, on a soul level thing, and focus 100% on the person he loves.

emancipated, educated and high intelligent individuals. a pretty face will never be enough, sorry. virgo sun in the 5th house? pfffff this man is a genius.

someone who's younger or appear youthfu/has a youthful personality. he needs a eager-to-learn-and-to-enjoy-life-with-him person. channie's prone to take up the dominant/leading role in a relationship as well. it's like he has this strong pedagogical (?) side to him (and once again my theory that he would be a teacher if he wans't in the entertainment business is proven right ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

a person who's not avoidant or keeps to many secrets. if you keep stuff away from him he may misinterpret things quite easily.

a partner who's as clingy as he is. channie does not stand being alone for too long. he needs your warm touch and gentleness.

a freedom-lover type of person, someone who seeks inspiration and fun. he's extremely motivated and light-hearted, very flexible and adaptative.

a person who knows how to encourage him. basically someone who knows his intentions almost better than he does. he has a need for validation and appreciation cus sometimes he fixates on certain ideias but doesn't have what it takes to go further with it.

someone who would enjoy having kids, taking care of them, educating them together, and is family-oriented. he would love to have a partner who's as excited as he is to mentally stimulate his kids. very inclined to having lots of children. he wants someone who has the potential to go all the way to the finish line. man's want commitment.

a person who's charming, "feminine", sensuous and romantic. he's not interested in a person who is crude. he has strong yang energy on his birth chart so it's a good thing if your chart is yin energized. the whole thing about lighting up candles, putting on some romantic music is important to him. may be enticed by a person who has an overly sexual appearance (SPECIALLY if you have scorpio sun or rising), femme fatales (the energy, not necessarily a woman) are just right for him. maybe someone quite mysterious as well.

someone who's painfully monogamy. you can trust him on remaining faithful, as long as his partner do the same. trust is important for him and when it comes to love, it's absolutely essential. if you don't want to lose him forever you shouldn't break his confidence. he rarely has any interest in casual encounters, not being the type to take different people home every night. loyalty is such a turn-on for him, cute. he wants to be only yours, so he expects the same from you, not wanting you to even look at other people. the more committed to him, the deepest his love is.

someone who's not shy. he’s a non-conformist, private person and rather do his own things, away from the public eyes. remember when he said he usually likes "dark things"? man wasn't lying. he knows exactly who he is and what he likes even tho society might shun him for it. however, he does not care. <3

a person who's devoted and dependable, who's also ready to work by his side. someone who knows how to handle his possessiveness and maybe even suspections. just be honest with him and patient enough to put him at ease, assuring him that he's the only one who deserves your attention and love. his jealousy may be really tricky.

okay, this dude has mars and venus conjunct pluto in scorpio. do you guys know what this means? i would DIE to make this man love me!!!!!!!!! help. he will be SOOO OBSESSED WITH THE PERSON HE MARRIES, IT'S INSANE KDISADJADNAUS HELP ME.

[aemonds-sapphire]

Take a Seat — Hawks x Reader

You tell Hawks you can’t stand him; he tells you to take a seat.

Warnings: NSFW. Face riding. Oral sex. Feather play. Masturbation. Exhibitionism.

Word count: 1.7k

“Hawks!”

Your screech reverberated through the walls of his bedroom.

The pro hero reckoned it wouldn’t take much longer before your angry voice was heard yet again.

“KEIGO!”

There it was.

A wave of satisfaction ran along his entire body and all the way through to his wings, ruffling the feathers in the process.

“I am going to kill you!” you bellowed in frustration from inside the bathroom. “I am going to be late!”

Hawks dreaded having to part ways with you on his day off. He rarely managed to get enough free time as it was, and now he’d have to watch you go to work, postponing his need to shower you with attention and love.

But Hawks’ playful antics always found a way to surface whenever the occasion called for it.

So he decided to steal your clothes and bath towel while you were taking a hurried shower.

It proved to be enough to kindle your anger and frustration, which would only work in his favor in the end.

As soon as your burst into the bedroom, dripping wet and ready to pounce him, Hawks felt a rush of blood flooding downwards with a subtle tingling sensation.

“What did you do with my clothes?” you growled, taking large steps in his direction. “I’m gonna be late for work!”

Hawks shrugged, thankful that his every growing erection was neatly hidden away from you under the bed cover.

He watched in sheer delight as you grabbed one pillow and tossed it at him, which he promptly deflected with one of his feathers.

“You are so annoying!” you sighed in exasperation.

A teasing smile curled his lips. Getting under your skin was one of his favorite pastimes. It got you all riled up with this pent-up tension that he’d so gladly fuck out of you.

But then something else crossed his mind.

Oh… you were going to flip at this.

But he was feeling particularly daring and willing to push you a little more than usual.

“I’m feeling feverish….” he started, making use of his top-level actor skills to twist his features into a pout. “And there’s this pain….”

And just like clockwork, the visible traces of anger on your face faded into a worried look.

You sat naked on his edge of the bed, placing the back of your hand on his forehead to check his temperature.

“Where does it hurt?”

Hawks lifted the comforter, revealing his hard cock to you. “Here.”

Just as he had anticipated, you immediately scowled at how shameless he was.

“I was seriously worried! You damn bird!”

And just as you stood up and were about to smack him, he took the opportunity to grab both your wrists and had you swing on top of him at lightning speed until you were sitting on his bare torso.

You tried to jerk free from his grasp. “Hawks! I’m gonna be late!”

He honestly couldn’t care less. Having you fully naked and on top of him only fueled his desire for you.

“I’ll fly you there,” he said with a devious smile as he ruffled his wings along the mattress like a haughty peacock. “C’mon…”

Once again, you yanked both arms in an attempt to break free, but all in vain. He was far too strong, and he justwasn’t going to let go of you just yet.

“Ugh! I can’t stand you!” you huffed in annoyance.

What a blatant lie.

All that forced outrage had his cock twitch in anticipation. How he adored fucking you into submission, peeling off all those layers that you so vehemently insisted on keeping on just to give him a hard time.

He loved your brattiness.

“Sit on my face.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “What?”

Hawks wanted to let go of his hold on you have his hands cup your breasts, but he remained still just in case.

“Let me eat you out,” he insisted, rubbing his thumbs along the pulse points in your wrists.

You faltered briefly when you clenched your thighs around him.

“You’re so…”

“Charming.”

You shook your head. “No.”

Hawks let go of you, knowing fully well he had you trapped.

“Handsome?”

“Annoying!”

He flashed his trademark grin. “Annoyingly handsome? I know!”

With one hand, he smacked your ass lightly, but you didn’t budge.

“I just took a shower… and I don’t want to be late for work…”

Hawks was a patient man, but not this patient. “Then stop wasting time and ride my face.”

You hesitated at first, but caved in eventually. He slid down his pillow so that he could be the perfect seat for your pussy. Carefully, you lifted yourself from him before finally settling directly above his face.

He nodded eagerly, nearly letting out a groan at the mouthwatering sight of your pussy in close proximity with his hungry mouth.

A sigh if relieved rumbled across his chest the moment you were fully sitting on him, and he instinctively brought both hands to grip your thighs. The delicious moan that escaped your lips was incentive enough for him, and without much effort he parted his lips and delved his tongue deep inside your warm pussy.

“Oh…”

You were so fucking adorable. Still surprised that he could deliver all that pleasure with just a few stroked of his skillful muscle? After all this time of having you all to himself?

Your folds encased the corners of his mouth, as if trying to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

And he didn’t plan to.

In fact, he planned on spicing things up.

He knew far too well that this, however, would prove to be not only insanely pleasurable for you but also for him.

A single crimson feather went up in the air and settled right between your legs.

An intense shiver ran down his spine as he was able to capture the pulse from your throbbing clit.

See, Hawks’ feathers came in extremely handy in these situations, because it granted him the ability to sense vibrations around them. So, your puffy clit’s thudding was immediately felt along his entire body. All the way to his cock, causing his hips to shoot up reflexively.

“K-Keigo! Not… not the—“

Your words faded and morphed into a pleasurable moan as soon as the tiny feather began drawing small circles along your clit.

Hawks was still able to watch you gripping the headboard for support, before shutting his eyes as overwhelming bliss filled him. His cock throbbed with each heartbeart, the skin at the base pulling as he hardened even more.

He kept tongue-fucking you, drinking in your juices and your moans. Your wetness was now spreading across his chin, and he brought one of his hands to free his cock from the heavy fabric of the comforter, allowing it to spring free. The dire need to fuck you was ever-growing, but he wanted you to cum on his face this time.

His feather was kept tightly pressed against you, and such stimulation caused your hips to buck and jerk, forcing his other hand to increase his grip on you to keep you in place.

“Oh… oh… fuck—fuck—fuck!”

Hawks had had years to perfect his quirk and he was fully able to bend his feathers to his will using nothing but his mind to control them.

You were done for.

And so was he.

He wrapped his fingers around his leaking cock, yearning for nothing more than relief. It was becoming unbearable to feel your heartbeat invade his mind and travel down his body in rhythmic waves of pleasure.

A high-pitched moan fell from your lips. “Keigo! Please… it’s… it’s…” too much. Yes, it was.

The obscene slurping sounds coming from him were enough to have his hips jerk once again as he fucked his hand desperately.

He was too damn close.

He was fully aware that using one of his feathers drastically hindered his endurance. There was only so much he could withstand while having a hot girl riding his face.

Soon enough, he felt your thighs begin to quiver and he had the feather lap at your clit more avidly while keeping his tongue sliding in and out of your soaked pussy.

With a few more jerks from your hips, you were catapulted into your orgasm, spasming violently into his face while raking your fingers through his hair before gripping a few strands forcefully.

“Good… good boy!” you groaned in ecstasy as a gush of your wetness flooded his tongue.

Not long after, he felt your legs spasm uncontrollably. And he didn’t just feel this because they were tightening around his head; he felt your every contraction and twitch thanks to his feather still lodged between your swollen folds.

And that was what immediately pushed him over the edge. The overwhelming pleasure took over him completely, and he reached the point of no return. Hot spurts of cum shot from his tip with each spasm of his own body; the muscles in his thighs and lower abdomen tightened along with his balls. His wings stretched on either side of him and he felt a stack of feathers shoot out in both directions and carving themselves into the furniture and walls.

A few strands of hot liquid coat his fingers, but he didn’t care. His own heartbeat pounded insanely loud inside his ears and he stopped breathing for a moment as a gutural growl ripped through his throat.

You slid off to the side, allowing his animalistic groans to echo around the both of you.

Hawks took pride in having enviable stamina, but a powerful orgasm was still enough to have him panting and feeling lightheaded. Your juices were spread across his chin and lips and jaw as a few drops ran down his neck.

“I still hate you…” you struggled to say in between pants.

He licked the excess liquid from his lips, locking eyes with your hazy ones. “Want me to give you another orgasm?”

“I’m gonna be late!” you protested, sliding out of bed and nearly tripping as your legs wobbled from having your leg muscles strained.

Hawks couldn’t help but to laugh as your struggled to keep your balance.

“C’mon. I’ll fly you there. I doubt you’ll be able to walk, anyways.”

He was thankful to his fast reflexes as a feather prevented yet another pillow from reaching his face.

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can you write a james potter smut with a lot of choking, hair pulling and degradation :))

Patience Pays Off || James Potter

Word Count: 3834

A/N: I haven’t written in forever but this was for @randomoutsiders because it’s her birthday today. I know that I’m posting this after midnight her time but it’s still 9 here so I’m still celebrating Isa’s birthday. I love you baby. I’m still getting the hang of dom Jamie because in my head he’s my little sub and I have a hard time as seeing him as anything but the softest dom so this isn’t perfect

Warnings: rough sex, degradation, face slapping, spanking, dumbification, slapping reader’s tits, I think that’s it?

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You were proud of yourself for making it through the entirety of the day without a major incident, since your first class of the day a fire had been burning in your belly, beginning as a mere flame before erupting into a blazing wildfire. Consuming you from the inside out.

The littlest thing made the fire burn hotter and brighter, the way James’ muscles flexed under his uniform as he walked through the hallways, shoulders back and arm around your waist like he owned the place. 

You couldn’t help but whimper, catching a glimpse of his toned abdomen as he stretched his arms upwards, loosening himself up after being hunched over a desk all day. You felt your heart skip a beat in your chest watching his hand grip his quill, jotting down notes in his sloppy handwriting.

All you could think about was how many better things we could do with those hands, how wasted they were on Transfiguration.

You couldn’t bear the thought of having to sit through dinner, watching his hands flex as he shoveled food from his plate into his mouth, eyes trained on his lips as he licked them clean of the remnants of his meal. It sounded like hell, but when you’d tugged on his sleeve right before the two of you entered the Great Hall, murmuring into his shoulder about how you just wanted to go up to his dorm you’d been shot down.

Knowing why you were so desperate to escape up to his dorm James simply told you to be patient as he tugged you into the hall, quickly ushering you over to your usual seat with his best friends and roommates. 

The whole endeavor had been just as hellish as it had sounded and by the time James was leading you up the stairs to his dorm, Remus and Sirius having disappeared to the Astronomy tower together.

As the door latched behind you you threw yourself at James’ chest, grappling for his shoulders as you smeared your forehead against his strong shoulder. 

“Daddy,” You mewled, feeling your pussy throb at the very feeling of his body under your hands as you dug your fingers into his shoulders.

James’ deep chuckle sounded from above you and you could feel the vibrations against your head, “Someone’s needy,” His large hand reached up, his fingers combing through your hair before anchoring themselves up towards the root of your hair. 

Using his hold on you he pulled your head backward so that you were forced to peer up at him, eyes wide and hazy from hours of being teased. Tears were beginning to well in your eyes as the sexual frustration of the day began to wash over you.

“M’not needy,” You whimpered, pushing yourself into him because even though you were pressed together it wasn’t enough. You needed more. 

“No baby? Not needy?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as hazel eyes held yours, the very feeling of his eyes on you had you squirming.

“No Daddy, not needy,” You insisted.

What succeeded that  was so abrupt that you almost didn’t register it but James lifted his hand, bringing it down against the side of your face, pulling a pathetic whine from you as the pain from his hand blossomed across your face. Instinctively you brought your hand up to soothe the warming flesh of your cheek but James caught your wrist before you could get too far.

“Don’t lie to me slut,” He growled, eyes darkening as he gazed down at you, said gaze hardening considerably, 

“That hurt,” You sniffed but the boy paid you no mind. 

“You’ve been needy for me all day, spent all of Charms hanging off my arm, ready to take my cock right there where everyone would’ve seen you. But you were too needy to even think about that.”

You felt shame pool in the pit of your belly at his statement, because no matter how much you’d try to deny it he was right. You would’ve let him take you right there if he wanted to. You could hear James’ voice ring through your head, Daddy’s needy girl.

“Am I wrong baby?” He asked almost like he could read your mind.

You shook your head but quickly remembered that you were to answer him verbally, “No Daddy, you’re not wrong.”

“There we go,” He cooed, bringing his thumb to the seal of your lips before pushing past it and letting his thumb rest against the flat of your tongue. You began sucking on the digit the second it landed on your tongue, humming around his finger as your eyes fluttered closed.

“Eyes open,” Your eyes were startled open as his rough fingers pinched at your clothed nipple through your uniform top and bra. 

James was silent as he let his eyes drag over your form, face open and pleading, your chest was heaving from the effort it took not to collapse onto the floor, your legs looking like they were about to buckle as your trembling knees knocked against each other.

“Were you horny all day baby?” He wondered as though the idea had just dawned on him.

You nodded, James' finger still lodged in your mouth before he slipped it out, wiping it clean not on his clothes but the material of your skirt. 

“On the bed bunny, and get all these pesky clothes off, I want my pretty whore naked for me.”

You scrambled to comply with his command, fingers clumsily pulling buttons through their respective holes before shrugging the garment off your shoulders allowing it to land somewhere on the floor around you. Your bra quickly followed and having already shed your footwear that left you only in the uniform skirt that had ridden up your thighs to the point where it was useless, barely even covering your panty clad pussy much less your ass.

You didn’t dare glimpse up at James to silently plead for help, knowing it would only ensure more mocking and teasing and you weren’t quite sure if you would be able to stand it. Instead, you stayed struggling with the difficult clasp at the top of the skirt’s zipper, slippery fingers struggling with the small hook.

“What? Can’t get it undone pretty baby?” James asked you from where he stood at the foot of the bed, you stood to the left of the mattress, brows furrowed as your head was dropped to examine the hook.

Your eyes flashed upwards, meeting James’ lust clouded gaze, hazel eyes trained on your face, he was doing little, if anything, to mask the sly smirk forming on his face from watching you fumble uselessly.

“It’s hard,” You insisted, quickly returning your eyes to the task at hand.

“I’m sure it is when you’re a dumb baby.”

“M’not dumb!” You raised your head in indignation, glaring at the boy who stood there as cockily as ever. 

“What was that?” His tone was harder than it had been mere seconds ago, the cocky smile slipping from his lips, “Who do you think you are, talking back?”

“You called me dumb Daddy,” You mumbled pathetically, casting your head down as the boy approached you, meeting your smaller figure in only a few strides, “And m’not,” Your voice stalled as your eyes lifted to meet the somber look on James’ face, “M’not dumb.”

James’ following silence was worse than any physical punishment he could dole out to you, the longer you stood there, eyes locked on James’, the louder your heartbeat became in your head. 

“Not dumb, huh? Then why is your skirt still fucking on? Did I say you could stop?”

At his words, your eyes dropped back down to the clasp where you found your fingers had stilled, almost shaking due to the intensity of his stare but no longer working on the task you’d been assigned.

Your fingers began to twitch again, trying to figure out the complicated clasp (though it was really only complicated thanks to the fog that had seemed to settle over your mind) but before you could make any progress the piece of fabric was torn from your waist with a force that had you reeling.

You could barely register the stinging along the skin of your waist and hips, all you knew was that there was a rush of slick flooding your pussy at James’ impressive show of strength. 

“Fucking useless,” The dark haired boy murmured, “Have to do everything myself.” As the words tumbled from his lips his large hands found the mounds of your breasts, squeezing them to the precipice where pain overrode pleasure. 

It took everything you had in you to not let your head tip back at the stimulation and let out the most pathetic whine. Knowing James would only use it as fuel was the only thing that kept you contained.

“Can get your panties off can’t you?” His right hand trailed down your form before encountering the waistband of said underwear, slipping a finger underneath it to pull the strap away from your hip before letting go and letting it snap back against your skin.

The contact stung but not enough for you to argue it with him, having wanted him all day you needed him, and you needed him now. Not even the wanting to voice your disdain for his action was going to get in the way of that. 

“Yes, Daddy,” You murmured obediently, sliding the panties down your hips before stepping out of them. A swift pat on the ass had you scampering onto the bed where you positioned yourself on your knees, hands clasped in your lap as you awaited James’ instruction

“Look at you,” The brunette muttered, a strong finger catching under the curve of your chin and using it to direct your visage upwards towards his, “On your knees for me like you know you’re supposed to be.”

“S’because I’m your good girl,” You mewled, trying to lean into James’ touch, seeking the comfort that came with it but sensing your intentions James quickly pulled his hand back, leaving you desperate for him to touch you.

Your thirst for said touch was quickly satisfied when he gripped your jaw in his hand, pushing your cheeks together, your lips forced out into a pout. You were sure that the grip he had on you was melding bruises into the side of your voice but you couldn’t summon the energy to care.

You were embarrassed to admit that the rough hold James had on you sent a tingle down your spine, a familiar throbbing in your pussy. 

“Gonna see how good for me you can actually be,” With those words James pushed your shoulders back onto the bed where you landed with a soft thud, straightening out your legs so that James could grab ahold of your ankles and wind them around his waist, pulling closer to you to trail his lips up the length of your torso. Leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses until he came to your tits, pinching each nipple between his fingers.

He delighted in the little whine you let out at that, using it as an invitation to roll the rosy buds between his fingers before palming your breasts, his large hands engulfing them. James groped the flesh before releasing your tits from his hold, an involuntary whimper leaving your lips at the lack of stimulation before he brought the palms of his hands down against them, smacking them harder than he had your face. 

“Fuck,” You breathed, attempting to clench your thighs together but met by the resistance of James’ hips positioned between them.

“Watch your mouth,” James scolded absentmindedly as he returned his mouth to your body, sucking hues of yellow and blue and purple into the soft skin before soothing the marks with his tongue. This gentle touch immediately followed by him nipping harshly at the forming bruises was jarring, jarring enough to have you bucking up into his hips. 

“Daddy please,” You’d had enough of the teasing touches and mocking smiles, you’d had enough of it all except for the one thing you really needed, his cock. 

“Use your words slut, tell me what you want.” 

“Want you please, want your cock. Need it so bad Daddy, so so bad,” You begged unabashedly, scratching your fingernails along his shoulder blades as you tried to pull him closer and closer to you.

“Desperate little cockwhore, want my cock so badly,” James grinned as he pushed himself off both you and the bed, peering down at your frame as he made quick work of the belt of his buckle. The clinking of metal was music to your ears and enough to have you propping yourself up on your elbows to watch him as he disrobed, shedding his clothes faster than any human reasonably should be able to.

Your mouth dropped open as James shed his last piece of clothing, inching his boxers down his muscled thighs until the length of his cock was able to pop out, escaping the restraints of the underwear. 

Though he hadn’t been letting on, his prick was all you needed to see to know he was as turned on as you were, just much better at hiding it. A good 8 inches in length his cock stood proud and tall, already engorged with blood the tip was a pretty rose color that seemed to be darkening by the second and you couldn’t help but lick your lips at the very sight of it. 

James took immense pleasure in watching your face as he worked his fist up and down his length, relishing in the way your eyes darkened considerably every time the head poked out the top of his fist.

“Hands and knees for me pretty slut,” You pushed yourself into the requested position, arching your back like you knew James would want you to, making sure to push your ass as far up into the air as possible.

You inhaled sharply as you felt the mattress shift, knowing that it was James settling in behind you you felt your pulse speed up, the anticipation was palpable as James smeared the leaking head of his cock over the globes of your ass.

“My whore, letting me rub my cock on her ass, making her all sticky and messy,” James punctuated his remark with a slap to your ass, though not the first time his hands had come down against you that night it for certain came with the most force behind it. You jolted forward at the impact before quickly sliding back into your position.

You could feel the blood rushing to your ass as it warmed under James’ hand which was now rubbing the afflicted area in attempts to soothe the skin. All efforts were in vain though when the hand was drawn back once again and brought down on almost the exact same spot. 

This time he managed to pull a strangled gasp from you, the pain only contributing to the heat beginning to boil in the pit of your belly. 

“Please,” You whined, arching your back even more and pushing your ass up against James, needing for him to relent and fill you up like you knew he could, “I’m done being patient I just need you.”

“Like you were ever patient, to begin with.”

“I was, I spent all day waiting for you to get up so you could fuck me and-”

Your bratty words had gotten you just what you wanted, James cut you off mid sentence as he pushed his cock into you, not even easing himself in he simply impaled you on his member. Hands found your hips and pulled you back to meet his so that your ass was still high in the air and he could be as deep inside of you as possible.

“Happy now you fucking cockslut? Happy now that Daddy’s fucking his pretty pussy?”

“Y-yes Daddy, your pussy” You stuttered out as the force of James’ thrusts dropped you down from your hands to your elbows, your hair tumbling in front of your face and effectively obscuring your vision.

This issue was quickly fixed as you felt James tug you up by your hair, using it to stabilize himself as he thrusted in and out of your ribbed walls. The friction his movement provided felt incredible, accompanied by the feeling of being full of his cock had the pleasure in your belly continuing to simmer.

If the distinctly wet sound of your pussy was any indicator you were absolutely soaked, James’ rough handling of you only reminding you how big and strong your boyfriend really was, how if he wanted to he could break you.

The pleasure in your belly was building quickly, with every sound of skin slapping against skin you felt your pussy ache, no matter that you were already stuffed full of his cock already. You needed more, you always needed more of him. 

“Slutty bunny,” James grunted as he planted his hands on your hips to hold you into place as he lifted his hips, able to reach deeper and deeper inside of you, “Such a whore for my cock, drooling over me all day. Is this what you wanted baby? Wanted Daddy to fuck you?”

“Yes! S’what I wanted, feels so good.”

“Of course it does, cock sluts just need to be full of Daddy’s cock, is that what you want bunny?”

“Yes, Daddy!” You screamed as you felt yourself being pushed further and further towards the edge of orgasm. Dancing dangerously close to the precipice of pleasure, so close you risked cumming without permission, and after hours and hours of desperation, you couldn’t afford to disappoint him. 

“Can feel you clenching around me slutty girl, you feel so fucking good around me, it’s like you were made for my cock.”

“I was Daddy, was made for your cock,” You were ready to say anything you needed to in order to get James’ permission to cum. Having abandoned all embarrassment, all shame, you didn’t care how much of a fool you’d make of yourself you just needed to cum. 

“That’s right slutty baby, you wanna cum? You wanna cum for Daddy?” 

His offer was enough to have you squealing if you weren’t gasping for breath with every powerful thrust, but you summoned the breath from within you to speak just a few simple words, “Yes please, wanna cum, let me cum please Daddy, have needed to cum all day I need it I need it please.”

Taking pity on you due to the desperation conveyed through your words James grunted his assent as he continued pistoning in and out of you. Eyes clenched as he felt your walls spasm around him, not wanting to cum quite yet.

You released a string of curses as you allowed yourself to tip over the edge of pleasure, putting up no resistance as it swallowed you in your entirety. You felt warmth rush through your every nerve as you became painfully aware of every sound and texture around you. 

The sounds of James’ low moans, the feeling of the silky sheets against your swaying breasts, the heat that emanated from your partner’s palms which had found sanctuary on the small of your back. It was like it was all sharpened to maximize the pleasure already coursing through your body, the feeling of James still moving in and out of you was intoxicating as your vision began to white over. 

The briefly sharpened senses faded, the noise in the room seemed to quiet to a low hum as you came down from your orgasm. But relief wasn’t what you were met with, instead it was James, still buried balls deep inside of you, allowing you to ride out your orgasm completely around his cock.

“Made such a fucking mess,” To prove his point James’ fingers dipped into the slick that had gathered at the apex of your thighs. Bringing the cum covered hand up he swiped the wetness off onto your back, adoring the way you looked covered in your own release. 

“Thank you, Daddy,” You blubbered, “Thank you for letting me cum.”

“Not quite done bunny,” James expertly flipped you from your knees onto your back, eyes watching hungrily as your tits bounced, nipples still hard from him playing with them earlier, “Daddy hasn’t cum yet, thinking I’m gonna cum on your pretty tits, look so hot when they bounce for me.”

Once you were settled in on your back James resumed his movements in and out of your cunt, he too was quickly approaching his release and the feeling of you around him was absolutely heavenly.

“So fucked out for me baby,” James grunted as his right hand found your throat, long fingers curling around your neck easily before squeezing lightly, watching the way your eyes went wide, “Stupid slut’s dumb on my cock. Giving you what you asked for and you’re too dumb to even try to work for it, I’ve gotta do all the work.”

You whined out at his degradation, squirming underneath him as his assault on your cunt overstimulated you to the brink of a second orgasm.

“G-gonna cum again Daddy,” You warned him, eyes fluttering shut as pleasure overwhelmed each of your senses. Even the room reeked of sex. 

“Are you there baby? Gonna cum twice before Daddy’s even cum once, greedy little thing,” James squeezed harder on your throat to the point where your mind became even fuzzier and a new sort of cloud settled over your mind. Just as the fuzz was beginning to get to be too much he released his hold on your throat.

Feeling himself approach orgasm James pulled out of your pussy, his hand quickly finding his cock and pumping it up and down as quickly as his wrist would allow him.

“Gonna cum on your tits baby, gonna cum all over your titties,” He moaned as he straddled your waist, continuing to work his cock in his hand.

“Fuck, m’gonna cum,” You closed your eyes as rope after rope of hot, white cum was shot across your tits, a few landing higher up on your body decorating your neck and one even reaching the side of your cheek.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl.”

You whined as the cum decorated your skin, making you even more pathetic looking than you already were.

“My slutty baby looks so pretty covered in my cum,” James smirked, collecting a line of cum off your chest on his finger before bringing the digit to your already parted lips. You dutifully sucked the digit into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it before he pulled it from the warm cavity.

“M’not slutty,” You insisted.

“No? What kinda good girl lets her Daddy cum all over her then?”

You were silent, too gone to even begin to pick that fight.

“That’s right like I said, you’re my dumb slut.”

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Random Relationship Headcanons | Felix Escellun x gn!reader

a/n: Hey ! On todays menu I am serving you modern au relationship headcanons. I know for a fact that I can’t write headcanons AT ALL yet here we are, out of spite I will keep trying until I can manage to write good shit. I’m going through a chaotic time in my life so please be patient with me 😭

I’m currently working on tattoo artist! reader x Felix headcanons and college!enemies to lovers one-shot. Knowing that Felix’s fav trope is enemies to lovers, I will post it hopefully before his new chapter drops. I used most of the hcs that were sent to me but if you couldn’t see yours, then it will probably be used on the other works.

No beta we die like men.

warnings: curse words, nsfw under the cut, random sage moments, felix being a ‘the neighborhood’ song basically.

You persuade him to start an Instagram account, and because of his family's popularity, he quickly gains followers. His account is practically empty because he would rather spend his time stalking your account on Instagram. You noticed the emptiness and wanted to take him out and take some photos for his account, which turned out amazingly. He is a little camera shy, so be patient with him.

You like to watch him apply his eyeliner but he finds it so stressing to do under your gaze.  He used to be able to do it easily, but it has now become one of his most difficult tasks. You wanted to ask for his assistance in applying eyeliner to you in the hopes of making it simpler for him; he agreed but quickly regretted it when he realized how near your faces would be. You with your eyes closed, waiting for him to drag the line as he was only thinking about how bad he wanted to kiss you. 

Felix has a Polaroid of you and stella in his wallet I said what I said.

When it comes to himself, he can be a pessimist, but when it comes to you, he is the most loving and positive boyfriend you could ever ask for. You have a dream ? He is ready to help you achieve it. Do you want to change in your life ? Go for it, He’s more excited than you are.

He can be quite insecure at times when it comes to your relationship because he feels like you deserve the world but the world is too big for his tiny hands. Will his cuddles be enough ? God he hopes so.

He almost cried when you told him you loved him for the first time. He's also baffled as to how you might feel the same way about him.

Drunk Felix is really clingy and honest. Whatever he can’t say sober drunk felix can and definitely will.

“May the stars let my death be between your glorious thighs amen-“ “Felix-”

Felix is weird but it add to his charm. It’s not unusual for you to wake up in the middle of the night and find the pillow besides yours empty. In the dead of night, you will find Felix munching on some weird ass food combinations.

He also has a habit of doing things that are extremely adorable without even noticing it. Like walking around the house in his oversized shirts, his hand clutching at the cuffs whilst the other one sheepishly rubs his eye.

“Can I lay on your lap ? I promise I won’t fall asleep. I just need to rest for a little.” His voice is so soft and hushed. “Of course, come here.” He throws himself onto you as he comes hopping on his tip toes.

He falls asleep on his desk too often, so you have to carry him back to his room, where he snuggles against you while you lead him there. Once he's in his room, he insists that you stay with him, so you wait until he falls asleep as you play with his hair, and he wakes up thinking it was all a dream.

I firmly believe that Felix’s love language is acts of service. Like making you coffee and bringing you random snacks as you work or wrapping you up in fluffy blankets whenever he catches you slacking on the couch.

He's been romanticizing anything and everything since he met you. When he sees beautiful flowers, he wants to bring them to you, but he also believes that their beauty stems from the fact that they are alive, so he argues and stresses a lot when deciding what to do in simple situations like these.

His edginess belongs to his impulsiveness and his style only at any other situation he's a complete softboy.

And I'm certain he knows a variety of card tricks. He enjoys showing off, and he enjoys it even more when you become fascinated and beg him to share the trick.

If you're a morning person, you'll probably spend your mornings alone in solitude, finishing work before the day begins, but if you're a night owl, you and Felix will go out for night walks and Felix would go out for night walks, sharing headphones to play some music, enjoy each others presence and develop a habit of watching the sunrise together.

Felix makes you playlists at the most random times and with the most random names. Until one day he sent you a playlist at around 4 a.m called “you”, filled with his favorite music. He usually sees music as a safe space for himself and now that you are his safe place too it’s only appropriate for him to do so. This only further proves how he spends his time thinking about you.

I feel like Felix would have what most would call "attachment issues" but it’s mainly because of his protective tendencies. This is not to say that he’s this "overly jealous toxic" character; rather, he has never had anyone to truly call his own in his entire life so he would do anything to protect it.

Felix is also big on astrology, so if you want the perfect birth chart, he'll give it to you. Also he owns a lovely deck of tarot cards, and if you ask him for a love reading, he can't manage to keep his words and feelings to himself so he modifies your reading according to him and his desires. Let the boy abuse his powers for the sake of love.

His style could be described as dark academia, his wardrobe mainly consists of dark colors, lots and lots of blazers and a lot of oversized shirts. He also loves jewelry so he owns a lot of rings and chains. Just so you know, if you're wearing any of his rings, his heart is doing cartwheels.

Is it obvious that he loves it when you place your hand in his and play with his rings with your fingertips.

Spoil him. Buy him that baby blue hoodie with cat ears.

“Ah, you look adorable.” “Isn’t it a bit too b-big ?” “You could say that. Do you mind ?” “No, I like it that way.” “I would know.” You smirk followed by felix’s gasp. “If you so desperately wanted a cat boy you know you have me right ?” Nudging your shoulder, Sage leapt into the conversation. “What is he talking about ?”  Felix grumbled, only to notice two fuzzy triangular fabrics on top of his head as he brushed his fingertips over it.

He’s obsessed with your hands, kissing your knuckles, drawing circles in your palm. At a certain point it became an involuntary gesture he does it quite often without realizing.

He’s also canonically extremely blushy but he would never admit it. You’re convinced he uses some sort of make up because it is not possible for the pink dusting his cheeks to look this good.

He insists that you’re cold even in the warmest weathers because he wants to see you in his coat.

Sage forces Felix to take his thirst trap Tiktoks.

He really appreciates it when you add to his herbal tea collection without him noticing and he considers it a sign of affection because he takes his tea very seriously.

He loses it when you call him baby he gets flustered and frustrated but it’s all because it rolls off of your tongue so nicely that he can’t get enough of it.

Felix owns a broad collection of scented lip balms some of them are tinted. You didn’t hear this from me.

He never once took anything the Sage says seriously until he saw how well you two got along. He never thought that he would be standing there taking relationship and flirting advice from the frat boy.

Felix is a complete asshole when he wants to. He’s very verbal about it too. Consistent sarcastic remarks and eye rolls. I mean it runs in his blood, look at Escell.

You love it when he suddenly whips out the confident Felix, it’s not a daily occurrence you know.

When Felix is concentrated, he’s lost and there’s almost no way you or anything else can distract him. So it’s time to grab some colorful hair clips and ties to fuck around with his hair.

Felix is not the best at verbally expressing his gratitude towards you. He doesn’t know what he would do if you weren’t there for him at the lowest points of his life where normally he would close himself and bare the weight of his family problems and personal life issues that he can’t seem to get out of. Now he has you, someone who’s willing to listen to him and offer him a warm embrace when he needs the most. 

While you to play games together, when he wins he wears that iconic shit eating grin of his with pride looking at you through the corner of his eye. “Shit, what do you want me to say to that felix ? Perhaps I should call you master now that you won ‘one’ fucking round.” He is praying that the screen light is covering the fact that he is a blushy mess after hearing you say that.

NSFW

I cannot stress this enough but he is extremely vocal in bed. Whining, trying to restrict himself from making too much noise but failing miserably.

Muffled pants, choked sobs and lots of pleasure infused tears.

He loves getting praised during sex but what he loves more is to get praised after it’s all over. Like you telling him how great he was, how well he behaved, how good he made you feel. He experiences sub drops a lot so please assure him that he did well :(

He’s into power-play but not in a submissive or dominant kind of relationship, it’s more of a psychological thing where the fact that he can see how good he makes you feel gives him a rush of confidence and adrenaline.

I believe that this motherfucker is a masochist, pain makes him more excited than getting an update on his favorite author who went on a year long hiatus and that is saying a lot.

Bite him. Scratch him. It is so stimulating for him he can reach his high just from those actions.

Fuck do anything to his ears bite, lick, pull, blow on it. He is extremely sensitive so anything you do will basically drive him out of his mind. It will most definitely lead to him trembling beneath your fingertips.

You must think that you are the only one who is such a tease but you’re wrong. Felix teases you quite often mostly to direct your attention towards him or to keep your attention on him. He’s quite greedy when it comes to you and your hands on his body. Unbuttoning unnecessary amount of buttons on his shirt to show a little skin that he knows you’ll notice. Playing with his necklace placing the chain between his lips dragging it towards the inside of his bottom lip teasing the metallic charm with the tip of his tongue. He definitely ain’t oblivious he knows exactly what he’s doing and he makes sure that you know exactly what he’s doing.

When he’s in the mood he will tug the hem of your top meanwhile his eyes are glued to the floor or graze the temples of his glasses between his lips, his teeth lightly nibbling the pointy edge. He loves to play dumb too. When you question him, he acts like he doesn’t intend anything and that you need to get your head out of the gutter.

At the end of the session Felix looks divine. Drool leaking down from his bottom lip to his jaw line towards his neck, his bangs sticking on his sweat coated forehead, his chest rising up and down quickly. His eyes rolled at the back of his head, his hands still clutching tightly to the sheets. Faint whimpers and deep breaths filling the air.

Leading up to the after care, his shy self returns. He buries his face to your chest hiding his blushy cheeks beneath the palms of his hands.

He likes to experiment a lot and you are his favorite subject.

It shouldn’t be surprising to find random kink definitions or role-play ideas on the search history of your laptop. After all Felix just asked for it to write an email, that’s all there is to it. That’s until you offer to try them out.

He doesn’t act upon his jealousy, what he does instead is that leaving marks on you especially around your neck and your chest where he knows it will show. Don’t cover them up if you don’t wanna deal with him.

“People just don’t appreciate art anymore.” “Felix these are, hickeys.” “Oh so now you are judging my art medium ?” “Since when proving Sage that I got railed by you is a form of art ?”

I didn’t see anyone point this out but whenever he is in the sub space he tends to be more on the bratty side. He starts of shy but his confidence builds up as the tension rises. Meaning that you should be ready to get your patience tested.

When you two are in separate places your suggestive words and tone leads up to phone sex, which Felix secretly fantasized about a lot. What made everything even more dirty was the fact that you didn’t know that he was laying on your bed surrounded by your scent and humping your pillow. Once you come back home you are greeted with a fresh pair of sheets on your bed. Apparently Felix decided to do you a favor and clean your room as well as the the whole house. He’s crossing fingers that you don’t notice because he knows that he’ll never hear the end of it.

Felix knows a lot about sex but his knowledge is based upon fiction rather than experience. So, naturally, he is more interested about learning specifically how your body responds to certain actions, what you enjoy and what you’re interested in so teach him. He’s a good student and oh well he’s a quick learner.

Pull his hair pull his hair put his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair.

When he settles between your legs as he ties his hair, he places the hairband between his lips and looks up at you with half lidded eyes. It’s his definition of torture.

Even though he doesn’t give off that vibe, he is very freaky if you would’ve known what his AO3 tags consisted of you would agree.

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[what-is-love-babey-dont-hurt-me]

The Haunting of Thomas Sanders 

> Part 1 < Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Nico was beginning to think his new boyfriend was haunted by ghosts. He never planned to bring it up until the ghosts themselves came to him asking for help.

[AO3]

CW: food mention, alcohol mention, past breakup

Notes: Based off this text post I made. 

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Nico had come to the mall for inspiration.

Anything to get out of his office would help him at this point, really. The meetings he had to go to were stifling any new ideas and the nosey, pompous co-workers were worse. The writer did not know what he was looking for, but what else brought people to malls? Maybe a new outfit would uncover confidence , maybe indulging in greasy food would be that final click he seemed to lack, maybe people-watching would offer the right story. Nico's bets were not on the last one.

The mall was not as busy as it once had been. When he was still a teen it was a lively place bustling with a constant traffic of people. Walking through shops offered hours of new stimulation and the hallways were towering, intricate skylights the crowning jewel. As time went on Nico got older and things changed. Online shopping is easier than anything and a fair few of the shops were closed down for good.

Nevertheless it was his favorite place to write if he had to choose. The buzz of energy helped him focus on work. Nico found peculiar security in being an irrelevant face in a crowd of hundreds, and knowing that each person had a life he could never even imagine opened floodgates of inspiration. The 'What if's?' and 'Why's?" he asked himself when people-watching could get the ball rolling.

Now there were less faces, less stories. Nico did not appreciate the way this shift reflected in his work. The difference was noticeable, and he struggled more with deadlines, but he worked with what he had.

He learned to pay attention to individuals more. However, currently what he had was waiting for his food, because at this point he might have more luck finding inspiration in eating then in others. There had only been a toddler throwing a tantrum, a teen scrolling on their phone, and a man who sat down across from him at the food court-

Oh hello, inspiration.

If Nico was staring, the only reason he got away with it was his laptop blocking his line of sight. He saw all he needed out of the corner of his eye. The floral shirt was extremely flattering, and if he wasn't mistaken he could see the outline of muscles. That brown hair looked fluffy, and what he would give to run his fingers through it while- Okay, Nico, you might be gay but that thought isn't for a stranger .

He could not even see his eye color. And the man in the floral shirt was eating, interrupting his meal would be rude. Maybe there was a way to make this still work? As his waitress got to his table and dropped off his food, he subtly turned his pinned-covered backpack in the direction of the stranger. If Mr. Handsome did not answer his silent plea then he would move on.

He tossed a fry into his mouth instead of letting himself think.

Maybe he had got his hopes up when the guy came in his direction, only to walk up to a Karrot King line. When the writer saw the man in the floral shirt inspect the plant, he wondered if he liked botany. Finally the same useless hope happened again when they made admittedly awkward eye contact for a few seconds. So he has brown eyes. The guy turned away rather fast so Nico dropped it. Maybe showing a pride pin made the guy uncomfortable and it was to good to be true.

Only when he heard a CRASH and saw somebody fall into a garbage can, did he finally get an idea about what to write. That was a metaphor he could spin into a story. Certainly it was not at all because he felt trashy for a missed opportunity. Nor was it due to that cute guy having disappeared, leaving his food uneaten.

Wait . You can still make this work, Flores.

He scarfed down the rest of his food and discarded the trash. Nico's fast pace to get to the table with the food turned a few heads, but he ignored it. Greasy bag in hand, he browsed the crowd for that familiar pattern. Every person wearing a floral shirt was either an older lady or a child. Nico swayed on the balls of his feet as he contemplated what to do next, but then he saw him coming out of the restroom.

Bingo!

None of what happened after went as planned. Serves him right for letting his overactive imagination create unrealistic expectations.

He should have known trying to do small talk with strangers would only backfire. After Nico had called out after him to return the food, he had tried to ask what made him leave in a rush to forget his food. Then the guy asked what was wrong with him and Nico dropped it. He gave the stranger his well-wishers and left afterwards. He would honestly rather head back to work then be here right now.  

No matter if he was admittedly cute, Nico Flores probably would have been mad at the man if he did not look like he was on the verge of a public anxiety attack. He was probably starving, too, if he had forgotten his lunch.

The man in the floral shirt hesitated behind him, running after Nico.

When they actually sat down to talk together, the man in the floral shirt - Mr. Sanders, Thomas - was quite charming. And funny. And intelligent. Oh, when he had called Thomas an inspiration earlier he had meant it. He just met a singer and an actor, is there a more perfect match to a writer and poet?

Leave it to his imagination to think of a man he just met reciting the poems and lovingly singing songs he writes.

The two had talked for over two hours without noticing. They had bounced ideas off of each other and Nico made an impressive amount of progress. He felt so giddy with just this one interaction! Nico was sad that they had to leave; Thomas seemed just as reluctant to part.

"Well you didn't get to eat much today at lunch right?"

Thomas fiddled with his fingers, "Yeah…"

Nico did not let himself second guess himself , he offered, "Then let me buy you dinner tonight!"

As a breath caught in Thomas' throat, Nico was self conscious that he might have said something wrong, but the heavy blush across the other man's face was not of offence or horror at all. Thomas was smiling at him again.

Finding ways to make Thomas go speechless was going to be his new favorite pastime… if Thomas would give him a chance, he decided. Just that alone lit a fire inside him, and later when he finished with writing for work, he would write some more. All he would be writing about would be this, a collection of poems to free these butterflies in his stomach. Thomas seemed to look around for approval from anybody else and nodded quickly

"I'd love to go with you, Nico! Maybe we can uh- get to know each other better?" Oh man, it was flattering to have somebody so cute get so nervous at him of all people.  

"Only if I could get to know the digits on your phone number better," he confirmed with a playful grin. It might have been cheesy, certainly. But he was also the person who told Thomas that they would not waste this opportunity. Pretending he was not corny now would be a lie.

Thomas taking his cliché advances in stride only made him more hopeful.

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They both later met at a local bar and grill close to the beach. A salty sea breeze tousled his hair and the palm leaves. The hour was close to sunset, too hot for the mosquitoes to bug them but not too hot for the two of them to eat outside.

"I'm looking for a table for two? RSVP'd under the name 'Flores'?" He asked. The waitress nodded, sat him down with a menu. Thomas was not there, and a part of him wonders if he is getting stood up. Nico, not particularly interested in looking at food yet, fiddled with his laptop. He sighed because even If that was the case, Nico would try to make the most of the night.

The waitress brought Thomas to the table a few minutes later. The writer's heart soared before worry took root. Thomas was wearing that same expression from earlier that day on his face. He anxiously explained. "I'm so, so sorry for being late. And i totally get if you don't want me here and would prefer to just call this all off. I didn't mean to show up late, but then as I was about to leave my apartment I- my keys just-"

Nico grabbed one of Thomas' hands and smiled reassuringly. "Hey, I'm not angry you got here late."

Thomas really did look cute flustered, but he did not let go of the hand. Instead he ran his thumbs along his knuckles. "I'm happy you're here with me. Wanna order a drink and maybe share an appetizer with me?"

They both chatted about foods they disliked while waiting. Thomas hated carrots with a passion as it turned out, and he made a mental note to tease him about going to a Karrot King. Nico in turn talked about his dislike for most seafood and mushrooms because of the slimy texture. The waitress came and both agreed on a sampler platter to share.

"Mimosas at sunset?" He inquired.

Thomas smiled nervously. "I usually save them for brunches, with friends. All the other options I like are too much if I want to drive home tonight."

Nico nodded, understanding.

Just like in the food court, Talking with Thomas made time go past without him even noticing. They tried out food together, talked about music, and that led Nico into telling a story about a Highschool band. Thomas was red in the face and giggling uncontrollably by the time they paid for the check and had to leave.

They left the building together when Thomas stopped him. "There's a park around the corner. We can feed the ducks some leftovers."

If Nico noticed that Thomas was not ready to say bye just yet, he did not say it. The last of the sun was behind the horizon by the time they went through a breadstick. Watching Thomas interact with the ducks gave him the idea that this man loved animals. They were cute, he would admit, but nature found other ways to ruin his mood.

Nico laughed at himself, pulling his arms closer into his body. "I almost wish I dressed up a bit more. I didn't expect the mosquitoes to be this bad."

"I know it's warm out, but I can lend you a jacket?"

Nico did a double take at what Thomas was holding up. It was black with plaid sleeves, already oversized so it wouldn't have a problem fitting Nico. It honestly looked very comfortable, and it would keep him from being bit, but comfort wasn't what he was caught up on.

"Being warm beats being eaten alive."

When the fuck did Thomas have an extra jacket on him? Did he really not notice it?

He hesitated, and then asked a whole entirety different question. "Are you sure I can take this? I won't be able to return it to you tonight."

Thomas insisted, "Please, I don't mind- I don't need it. And you can keep it for tonight, or until we see each other again?"

Nico put the jacket on and it was soft. And it smelled like the cologne Thomas was wearing. Oh this was nice. "When will that be, Thomas?"

Thomas let his eyes linger on Nico in his jacket. "Saturday I'm free, I think. We could have brunch together, even."

He smiled. "Saturday sounds wonderful."

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When they first had met, being infatuated was easy. It came to the pair more natural than breathing.

Nico originally did not know if his relationship with Thomas Sanders would go anywhere. But the first meeting had been so promising. And then they had a brunch date at Thomas' place, then a second and a third. Maybe… maybe Nico was moving too fast. Things kept going well nonetheless.

Four, five, six, seven. They kept on hanging out. Going out. They wanted to see more and more of each other. Quickly they were amassing a horde of good memories together. During nights away, they loved to text and call each other. They never put a label on what they did, which was starting to bother him. It felt more intimate than friendship. Were these dates?

According to his family, yes. They had noticed his change in mood and lack of free time quickly and demanded explanation. He kept it vague, but got advice anyways. Mama Flores said it was ridiculous that he had not brought Thomas by to meet the famila. Hid Papa was more doubtful. Even though it has been years since Nico's last major failed relationship, his father was still worried.

Papa Flores was a proud man, so it left a bad taste in his mouth when he requested Nico to take more time before giving his heart away. He had to oblige. Nico was over it, he healed, but some of his family was not. Nico's ex was like a second son to Papa, and everybody was hurt by him.

Call him cliché, but Thomas was different.

Even when Nico was past the stage of infatuation, Thomas took his breath away.

Could you be infatuated by somebody you have not actually kissed yet? It felt like it. Sure, when they had met at that food court, he had his breath taken away, and that feeling intensified when they saw each other more. He knew infatuation could feel like love, but these feelings passed the test of time and matured into something deeper. With more meaning. He did not like just the idea of Thomas and what their future might look like, he liked Thomas for his presence and as a person.

Suddenly his worries that they were moving too fast turned into frustrations they were moving too slow. They were more intimate than regular friends, but they never got far enough to be considered partners. It was frustrating to figure out. Nico was ready for a relationship, he was certain. The three months he spent getting to know Thomas were blissful, and calling their dates only "hangouts" had begun to feel forced.

So they talked about it.

Thomas said he was also ready but his actions seemed more… hesitant. He mentioned somebody from his past, who he moved on from but never could forget. Nico wanted to ask, to find out what happened to his heart for him to be so afraid. He knew what it felt like to have scars that still hurt, he wanted to be there for Thomas as he healed.

But that was not the time for the conversation. Not when Nico was nearly on Thomas' lap and his arms hung around his neck. Not when Thomas met his eyes and Nico stared at them for too long. It could have been him trying to figure out what emotions they held, maybe Thomas' eyes were that beautiful. His friend -- boyfriend? -- got so anxious and trapped in his head easily, but Thomas seemed in control of his more scary thoughts in that moment. It brought a smile to his face, unnoticed between the way they were slowly moving closer.

Still, cautious and vulnerable, eager and loving, Thomas had let Nico kiss him. Finally getting to show Thomas just how much he wanted to cherish him was amazing. And receiving that same passion in return was intoxicating.

Getting an answer never felt so good.

Nico's more-than-friendly feelings were not the only thing that was starting to add up in regards to Thomas either. There were strange happenings, though were so minuscule he had nothing tangible to go off of.

Thomas might be really good at sneaking things past Nico's eyes, common sense would say. Intuition told himself not to doubt what he saw. Thomas did not have that spare jacket on their first date originally. It literally had to of appeared from thin air. And when Thomas invited him for brunch, he noticed that two of the mimosas Thomas had prepared with brunch had vanished. Sometimes he experiences ghost touches when staying the night. The hands were gentle and comforting, calluses on the fingertips just like Thomas, but when he opened his eyes nobody was there.

That was the most noticeable of things. Though he could list off a dozen smaller happenings. He had no proof for them, as they could be explained, but Nico listened to his gut here.

And Nico has no idea what he would want to do with this information anyways. Thomas seemed to have some supernatural force that followed him around. What a fantastic conclusion to jump to! It would be weird to bring up, especially after Thomas had denied anything when Nico subtly brought it up. And the ghosts - for lack of better term - did nothing to harm Thomas.

The information that Thomas was haunted by ghosts was, for all intents and purposes, useless.

(Except it was not. It was fantastic material to write from. When he first called Thomas inspiration, his first impression never proved to be wrong.)

(And if Nico had started a personal project dedicated to a story based on it, nobody needed to know,)

The difference between Nico's feelings for Thomas and his feelings about his ghosts is that one actually got addressed.

He would be content to let Thomas have that secret to himself.

NEXT PART >>

[eclecticmiasma]

Ebb and Flow (Josuke x Reader)

🌠Commissioned fic!🌠

NSFW

After many stressful months on patrol, Josuke finds that lazy days spent in your embrace are more precious than diamonds. 

[Warnings: consensual somnophilia]

Art Credit: Starヨル on Pixiv

A provincial sea-side town. Not exactly a hotspot of activity, nor a likely source of stress. A town full of simple folk living out their simple lives. Quaint, charming- and requiring a surprising amount of police work.

The events of 1999 took their toll on little Morioh. People lost trust in the safety of their surroundings, and countless other stand users still reside in the area. Crime skyrocketed, and while that might seem beneficial for a rookie cop fresh out of the academy, Josuke takes no joy in just how busy his job keeps him. He often wonders what his grandfather would think of Morioh in its current state. Part of him is glad he isn’t alive to see it.

You’re more than proud of Josuke. The rowdy teen you once knew went out and achieved what many felt was the impossible. Though he still faces hardship, and continues to be quite rowdy, you don’t carry any of the doubt that fills his thoughts. Josuke saved Morioh once, he’s more than capable of doing it again.

Due to his duties, spending nights alone has become so commonplace that you’re shocked when his muscular arms snake around your waist while you’re trying to get ready for bed. You notice he’s only wearing tight, gray sweatpants, and his hair looks a little unkempt. When you question this, wondering if he’s going to be late for his shift, he responds only by pressing a firm kiss to your neck and slightly grinding himself against you.

“I finally got the night off,” He says, the excitement in his voice barely hidden. You grip the counter as he kisses your neck again, this time tugging at the waistband of your pajama bottoms. The sweatpants he’s wearing leave nothing to the imagination, as his hard length juts right against the cleft of your bottom.

It’s been so long since the two of you were able to be together that even the smallest touches have you coming undone. A stroke of the front of your panties, a grasp of your thick behind, the way his breath floats across your skin as he chuckles at your reaction, “Needy, aren’t we?”

He tugs your bottoms down with your underwear and ruts himself against your bare backside. Your hand flies to his and you whine at how eager he is to take you right here and now.

“W-wait, don’t you want to…enjoy it?” You ask sheepishly, biting your lip and trying not to grind your hips in response to his own, “I don’t want to finish so soon…” Josuke lets out another laugh and slides a large hand down to toy with your clit.

“Who says we’re finished after this?”

The rest of the night is a blur. All the months of unspoken longing and sexual tension culminate in hours of exploring each other’s bodies. Not a single surface of the apartment is left unsullied. It’s only when you can barely keep yourself standing that the two of you finally roll into bed, exhausted and thoroughly sated. You hardly have time to say goodnight before Josuke is passed out, snoring like a freight train, arms wound tightly around you in a grasping embrace.  

It’s no surprise that Josuke wakes up before you, as he’s hard-wired to be alert first thing in the morning. When he sees how early it is, he debates rolling over and going back to bed. After all, he finally has the day off, and your soft, warm figure feels so good against his own. He could stay like this for the rest of his life, bodies intertwined in plush sheets. Visions of the previous night’s lovemaking hover in his mind. He closes his eyes, hoping to dream about your body writhing below his own, but his cock has a different idea.

Sighing, Josuke pulls your sticky bodies apart and gazes down at his throbbing member. After the marathon session you had, he’s glad to see that the thing still works. He looks over at your sleeping form, pondering rousing you from your slumber to go for round…seven? Eight? As his hand touches your shoulder you roll onto your back and take a deep breath in. He watches your plump breasts heave up and down. His eyes flick from your sore nipples to your swollen, parted lips. A devilish idea forms. It would be cruel to just wake you up, wouldn’t it?

Josuke carefully moves down the bed and slowly slides your legs apart. He leans over and places a hesitant kiss to your left nipple. Nothing. Smirking, he sticks out his warm, wet tongue and slides it around your areola. You emit the smallest whimper. He rewards you by lapping properly at your nipple, rolling the bud around the tip of his tongue. A heavenly sigh escapes you, sending blood straight to his length.

He mirrors his ministrations on your other breast, mindful not to wake you. His hand moves to your entrance and he swipes your slit with his fingertip. You’re incredibly wet. Some of it’s from the night before, he knows, but the idea that you want him so badly you could even become soaking in your sleep turns him on more than you’ll ever know.

He decides you’ve had enough teasing and lowers himself to the edge of the bed. Normally, you’re such a light sleeper that he’d never be able to do this in his wildest dreams. Now that he has the chance, he plans to take full advantage.

With the first swipe of his tongue across your clit, you inhale sharply. Josuke hesitates, fearing that he’s already woken you. He waits for your breathing to return to normal before licking you again, massaging your swollen mound slowly and deliberately. This time you moan in earnest, a soft and needy answer to his actions. Josuke can’t help but groan against your pussy, daring to push your legs slightly farther apart so that he can eat you out more fervently.

When Josuke tastes your soaking wet folds he closes his eyes. He presses his hard cock against the side of the mattress and ruts shamelessly against it. Your juices on his tongue, memories of thrusting into your body the night before, knowing he’s the cause of your arousal- all of it makes him dizzy with lust.

As his tongue glides up and around your sensitive hole, stopping every once in a while to tease your clit, Josuke notices your breathing is increasingly erratic. Part of him wonders if you’re only pretending to be asleep, but part of him doesn’t care. Just the idea of you cumming in your sleep drives him wild.

“Yeah? You like when I lick your pretty little pussy?” He whispers against you, hoping in some subconscious universe you’ll hear him coaxing you on, “Gonna cum just from my tongue?” Your fingers twitch response, gripping the sheets beneath you. You moan more ardently as Josuke tongues your hole. Even in the dream world it feels incredible.

Suddenly, you’re crying out, gushing on Josuke’s face and tongue as your orgasm tears you out of sleep. You whine his name as your body trembles, the reality of your surroundings and current situation settling in. Josuke grins triumphantly as he laps up your juices, milking every last drop from your clenching pussy.

He stops humping the side of the bed and gets back on it, wasting no time connecting your lips with his own. You moan into the kiss, brain feverishly trying to make sense of the sensations bombarding you. Josuke hooks an arm underneath your right leg as his tongue massages your own, delving deep into your mouth in a haze of arousal.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” He grunts, rubbing the leaking head of his cock against your sopping wet entrance. His body is heavy against your own. It presses you firmly into the mattress, leaving you no choice but to writhe in pleasure with over-stimulation.

“Please,” You gasp, wrapping your arms around Josuke’s neck and threading your fingers through his disheveled hair. You don’t have to ask him twice, his member is already trying to slide into you. After a few unsuccessful attempts to penetrate you due to slipping in your slick, his length finally breaches your hole and both of you groan in response.

Josuke wastes no time seating himself fully inside of you. He takes the briefest of pauses to plant a wet kiss on your lips, then his hips are snapping against your own. After everything you’re incredibly sensitive, hovering on the edge of another orgasm as he roughly takes you.

“Next time you…want me to f-fuck you while you’re asleep?” Feral Josuke is a hard one to come by, but by no means unwelcome. He grunts and groans as he cants into you, thick cock stretching your walls at a bruising pace. Being as strong as he is, he’s usually too concerned about hurting you to truly let himself go, no matter how often you tell him you’re not going to break. This time, it’s like he’s lost himself in your body, “You want that, baby?”

You squeal as he rams you over and over, “Y-yes…Josuke!” Just the thought of him prying you open with his dick while you lay unaware and defenseless makes you throb with delight. It’s enough to send you spiraling into another orgasm. Josuke moans and grips your hips tight as your walls spasm along his shaft.

“I’ll make you cum on my cock again and again, just like that,” His own breathing is growing ragged even as he teases you, not once stopping to let you come down from your high. The over-stimulation of it all sends tears to your eyes, but you wouldn’t ask him to stop for anything. Having Josuke near you, around you, inside of you, inhaling his scent, hearing him as he releases control of himself just for you- it’s an intoxicating ride you never want to get off of.

Without warning, Josuke shifts your body and bends your other knee so that he’s deeper inside of you with every thrust. His heavy balls slap your ass in rhythm with his movements, and your nails dig into the back of his neck and shoulder blade. He loves it when you kiss the dark purple star of his birthmark, and he loves it more when the indent of your nails cut right across it.

“So good, your pussy feels s-so good,” He murmurs, relishing in your squeaks and moans and the squelching sound your bodies make as they separate. Sweat drips off of his forehead and onto your face and neck. You’re the one person allowed to see Josuke like this- filthy, unhinged, tousled. The way others can only dream of seeing him.

You feel him getting close. His breath grows ragged, groans higher in pitch, thrusts inconsistent. Josuke presses you flat against the mattress as he finally cums, spurting thick, white ropes of semen straight into your core. You mewl as his warmth fills you. No matter how many times you take his seed, it always feels electrifying. It’s a pain in the ass to clean, but something about it leaves you both breathless.

It takes a long while before you finally have the energy to ask Josuke to roll over. He does, sliding out of you with a slick squelching sound, his cum dripping down your thighs. Your whole body aches all over, memories of the previous night combined with your morning debauchery. Even so, Josuke’s cheeky grin as he stares up at your stretching form fills you with affection.

“You’re beautiful,” He croons in that greasy way of his. As long as you’ve been together, his sincerity still feels like he’s just buttering you up. It’s awfully endearing.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” You tease, slapping him on the shoulder and willing yourself to go wash up. If Josuke’s to be off all day, a nice, hot bath should get you ready for anything else he has in store for you. His pretend pout turns into a mischievous grin as you grab a towel from the dresser drawer. As soon as you see his expression, you violently shake your head, “No. Absolutely not.”

“Come on!” Josuke calls after you as you quickly exit the room. You wish you had some sort of spray bottle you could shoo him away with. He trails behind you, giving you a sharp slap to the ass just before you slip into the bathroom.

“How long has it been since we did it in the shower?” He asks, disheartened. As you lean against the bathroom door, you think back. How long had it been? A mere moment later, you roll your eyes and toss the towel you held to the side. Josuke’s shit-eating grin greets you the moment you open the door.

Maybe one more round won’t hurt.

*all original work is my intellectual property. do not edit or re-upload.

[sexen-sven]

Lucius malfoy

Warning this contains: smut, multiple orgasm, spanking, harsh words, knife play

Things you should know before you read:

(s/c) - skin colour

(h/c) - hair colour

(Y/n) - your name

(l/n) - last name ( your)

Somewhere below the Malfoy manor in a deep red room that was heavily enchanted with no escape laid a girl with beautiful (s/c) skin on the beautiful deep red silk sheets already pooled in her own cum and blood, chained by each extending limb to a post of the bed, blindfolded, and two thick silicon vibrating dildos from the Muggle word ranging from the sizes of 6-8 inches deeply shoved in her soaked cunt.

While the rest of her body was littered in either blue and purple bruises/hickeys, dried up blood, or wounds that were still slightly bleeding out.

In this very room all you could hear were the screaming and moans that erupted from this girls mouth as she tried to stop the dildos to continue letting her over stimulate yet again, none the less it was proven difficult with her legs being spread apart so nicely giving anyone who walked in a clear view of her throbbing pussy as she pulled against the chains on her arms

This girl was an order member and known as the black cat around the Wizarding word she was: y/n l/n

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At the top of the Malfoy manor

It was quiet nothing but the quill being used to write by the head of the house hold; Lucius Malfoy. As the manor was nearly empty except for the few house elf's and their master, as his wife was out of town and his son far away at Hogwarts.

Stress and fed up with his work Lucius sighs as he runs a hand through his long, silky platinum blond hair.

"Bloody fudge...laying out all this work for me" Lucius mutter to him self but then thought back to his little slut, play toy, his mere pet being tortured by him to get more answers to the dark lord in a room beneath his office.

Smirking to himself he decided to go pay his little whore a visit. Tossing his papers aside he powerfully waved his hand over the floor right under his seat making the ground ever so slightly shaking a portion of it sliding off aside revealing a stair case to a darkly lit passage way.

A wave of his hand was all it took for the powerful dark wizard to open a securely, heavily guarded door charmed and casted with many spell.

Making his way down Lucius started to unbuckle his belt, loosen his robes, all while running his hand through his hair getting comfortable and ready to strip.

Reaching the final step Lucius look around seeing the familiar corridor lined up with candles alone each wall going in a liner path, a space for each door.

Each door had a different purpose but the one door with heavy metal plating and a secure surrounding was the one that Lucius had visited quite often.

As it's purpose was: his personal sex torture room

Lucius took long strides power defining every step he took and when he finally reached the room he waved his hand yet again and the door open.

~ㅅ~

with a swift movement and a thud of something heavy opening you gathered all your remaining energy and lifted your head to see if it was the the usual house elf to change your sheets or the one who was keeping you captive here.

With exhausted eyes Lucius came into your view,

"Ma-Master !" was what came out of the (h/c) girl mouth with a huff as it took some strength to even talk when there was so much pleasure pulsing through your veins.

Lucius just looked down towards where you laid and just smirks and stares at you and says nothing as he strips into his boxers.

You watch him walk over to you with his wand and he mumbles something under his breath that you couldn't quite catch but you knew what it was as you felt a rush pleasure forming a quick knot in you and near to breaking

He had just increased the speed of the dildos

"Ahhhh...mmm...I'm gonna cum" you scream out as you release your high

"Who said you could cum in my presence" Lucius asked you, no more like demanded for an answer

You cowered in fear and looked to the other side as you tried to avoid his terrifying gaze, but shivers still were sent down ur spine as you heard a louder voice, Lucius's louder voice thundering across the room asserting his dominance

"I asked you who let you cum in my bloody presence, do not make me repeat myself y/n" he demanded again

".... no one" you quietly mumbled out

He peered down at you "what" he question in disbelief while harshly grabbing your jaw turning it as he slowly caressed your lips

u looked anywhere but his eyes and then finally tried to yell out "no one master....I'm sorry master"

Smirking he looked at you "hmm...that's better you little cumslut" he harshly spat you

you whimpered as you felt his cold hand brutally

Rub your bud and soon enough slide both the dildos out and shoved two digits in instead and started thrusting in such a fast pace you just accepted it pushing ur hips forward moaning along the way

Every few moments he would rub his thumb over the open slit of your carven and trace around your pussy in a such a way teasing you further

Slowing adding another finger you we're going to have another orgasm

"Mmm...ahhh!! Let me cum!...please master!" You kept begging Lucius and you didn't want to repeat the same mistake

"Hold it" Lucius told you in a stern voice

Thick hot tears where streaking your cheeks as you tried to continue hold your high in for some more time

"I can't...ahhh...master" and you finally released after a lengthy moan

Lucius look at you with fury "didn't I say to hold it in you stupid whore"

With a rough force he grabbed each chain and broke it, then flipping you with your arse over his lap

"You deserve a punishment..*scoff* cumming twice in my presence without permission" Lucius said to you in a sly tone while he started caressing your ass, following with his rough hand then coming in contact with your ass turning it a bright shade red, a hand print taking form on one cheek

"Please Lucius I'm sorry...ahhh" you tried to beg but another slap was struck making ur butt slightly shake

"Ahhh...but that's not my name, and I thought I told you to count my little whore" he spat in a teasing but dominant manor

Once again spanking you

"mmm...th-..thre-" not even getting to finish, but Lucius already has stuck his hand harshly against your soft (s/c) skin

"FOUR eeep" you said through pain but pleasure was also laced through your voice

~ㅅ~

"haaa...haaa thir...thirty...ni- nine" you said breathlessly

With another spank already on your arse now looking blue and purple due to bruising in some area but still bright red covering most of it he caressed your ass one again like he had the few time through giving you, your punishment before slapping ur cheeks again

"For- forty...nghhh" you said with a dry mouth, tears running down your ass, but most of all you enjoyed every. last. S p a n k.

A amused hum escaped Lucius' lips as he caressed your ass yet again in a slow motion "have you learned our lesson hmmm y/n? " he questioned

"Mmm mhmm " you said muffled as you nodded with your head buried deep

"Mmmm let's reward you shall we" he told you with a grinned plastered on his gorgeous face as he walked over to a drawer (cabinet) and he skimmed his eye across the drawer and pick up a small sleek black and red butterfly knife and made his way back towards you.

In a fashionable manner he opened the knife and ran his hand over the under ur breast and gave you a slight squeeze on your right breast and he then started to crave in 'cum slut' in capital letters that made that area slightly bleed out.

As he carved that in your skin you felt a slight sting rush through your vein and you tried to get out of his hold but he places a firm hand on you

"Stop squirming y/n" He told you as he continues to crave into you

When finished he pushed you roughly with you ass sitting up in the air and in a swift movement he took his boxers off and without any warnings shives his thick lengthy cock into you and started to thrust without letting you catch your breath or adjust to his size.

Groaning while giving you no stop as he continues to pound into you while grabbing a hold of your waist with one arm and hold back both your arms with his other hand as you were screaming and moaning while he constantly hit your g spot over and over again, and you just couldn’t get enough, while you buried your head in deep into the deep red sheets as your eyes felt as if they were rolling into the back of your head and you’re toes curling and squeezed as your stomach churned in pleasure

~ㅅ~

After some time you felt him twitch and get sloppy and he just kept on going

While moaning you yelled out “ahhh...mmmm please master pleasee”

While continuing with a steady voice he asks “please what my toy, what do you want from your master, come on don’t be shy” he toyed with you

“mhmmm pleas cum on me master....fill me up with all your cum...ahhh ha” you said shamelessly not thinking about anything else but wanting him to release his thick hot seed all in you

He starts slowly but sloppily making his way up your body leaving wet hickeys behind earning very lewd moans from you as he then starts groaning in your ear while he cums in you

With a last thrust he pulls out and let’s go of your body and watches you collapse on to the bed having no support to hold you up and your legs shaking in bliss satisfaction

Lucius with a quick wave of his wand changes the sheets new and has the house elf clean you up while he watches your chest rise and fall as you sleep with a peaceful look his gets dressed, takes a seat right beside where you sleep, while gently brushing your hair aside, covering your body up but is shaken when he sees your body move and your arm wrap around him with a smile ghosting upon your lips as you continue to sleep

He decided he would stay there a bit longer until the house elf abruptly came into the room and announced with his head slightly bowing to his owners back “mistress has returned home master”

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed that if you have any more requests I will try my best to write them I hope that you can give me feedback since I am a new writer please don’t be afraid to request

[myfeetkeepdancing]

Shower Sex | Tom Holland x Male!Reader

Words: 2628

Warning: Smut! 

Request:  I’ve got an idea, don’t know if it’s any good. What about a professional soccer player!reader where he’s training and returns home and Tom gets insanely turned on and keep he can’t keep his hands off the reader (bottom tom preferably).

"I'm home!" You announce. Making sure Tom knew, as you hear Tessa's paws on the wooden floor. Racing towards you. Jumping up to you, licking your face out of excitement. As if you left the house for months. But Tessa wasn't the only one who was excited to see you return. With your bag dropped to the floor, and Tess soaking up all your attention. Tom sneaked up behind you. And as you rise back onto your feet, a pair of hands slide along your waist—both thumbs reaching for the waistband of your shorts. Before your able to turn around, Tom had pressed his masculine body against your back. The bulging biceps in his arms, holding you in place. Soft lips connect with the skin on the side of your neck. His nose nuzzling along the lines. While peppering kisses along. "Where do I start?" He moans into your ear. Releasing an excited hum.

"By giving me a kiss?" You chuckle, reaching for his curls with one hand. Trying to catch a glimpse of Tom. The other trying to tame his hands on your shorts. His thumbs still playing with the waistband, not only teasing himself. But also arousing you.

"You played shirtless today." He whispered, tantalizing you by kissing you behind your ear. Sucking at your earlobe. "Even Zendaya send me the pictures." He moaned while sucking the skin. "Everyone's drooling over you, love." It's impossible to stop Tom. His hands rove across your body like a touch starved one. "And I'm worst of 'em all."

 "Can't help it." You say, locked in each other embrace. "Especially with these kind of temperatures." Moaning under each other's touch. "You've...also been working out?" Feeling his erect member grind against your ass. Tom wearing only tight clothing, meant only one thing. Trying to turn you one. And that worked like a charm. And he knew. The curvatures of Tom's body were something to behold. Wearing his sweatpants and that tight black shirt made sure to amplify those even more. His abs and pecs, tensed and sweating, rubbing against your back. Tom made sure to turn you into a panting mess before the deed was actually done. Feeling yourself grow in a matter of mere seconds.

 "I love that smell." Trailing his nose on the nape of your neck. Leaving hickeys and more as he caressed your skin with increasing ferocity.

 "You know I don't shower on purpose…?" You tease him. Stirring his kisses on with your fingers laced into his curls. Pushing deeper into your skin. Tom had something with the smell of working out. Especially outdoors. And since you lived close by your club. It was a simple request, not to shower after the training. Weird at first. But it may be better for you. Seeing your teammates naked in the shower. It's extremely difficult to keep your eyes level at that moment. And all the time. Not that Tom wasn't enough. Never. But curiosity moves in mysteries ways. "And… I need to…" You struggle with your words as Tom touches were perfectly orchestrated.

 "We... "He groaned passionately into your ear. "Yeah… We need to shower." Locking one arm around your body. He knew how much you loved feeling his strong arm holding you in place. It didn't have anything to do with being submissive or anything. But Tom's rippling biceps are magic. The way the fabric stretched and struggled. It's magnificent.

 "Don't forget…" Struggling immensely under his praise you were currently receiving. "We have to attend the charity dinner-..." Closing your eyes for a moment, throwing your head back from the pleasures coursing through you. Trying to keep your mind clear for a moment. "-at your g-g-golf club."

 "Oh yeah… Clearly, we're not done playing with balls tonight." He smirked, enjoying his wordplay a bit too much. Meanwhile, groping your member through the fabric of your shorts. Rubbing the head with his thumb. "We could just skip the whole dinner, you know?" Trying to lead you towards the bathroom. "It's one phone call." He whispered. "Just one." Trying to persuade you. "Only one…" Swaying from side to side on the music coming from the living room. "I mean… We haven't had a proper night together."

 "Which makes these moments even more special, Tom."

 "Hmmm…." He hummed, trailing a hand down your shorts. Playing with your private parts. "You're ready for me?"

 "I know what you want, Tom." Trying to reach round, desperate to feel the curves of his ass cheeks. "What keeps you waiting?"

 "That beautiful outfit." His eyes running past your shirt and shorts. For you, it's wasn't anything special—just a pair of matching clothes in the colors of your club. But for Tom, it truly was something else. It turned him on. Always complimenting you. "It suits you so well. I love it." Pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "Have I told you, you're a distraction on the field." He says. "I usually don't follow the game when you play." He confesses as quietly as possible with a cute smile, beginning to pull on the bottom hem of your shirt. "Please, let me see that beautiful body of you again." His fingers caressing the little bits of your exposed skin. "The pictures have teased me enough."

 "So have you." Prying loose the tight black shirt.

 The hot water hits your skin, rinsing the sweat of your body. Tom joining you, with his large, broad frame. Big shoulders and muscular arms. Together under the steaming hot spray of the showerhead. One hand raking through his curls, pushing it backward. As you both close the distance. Finding each other's lips.

 "You know… how dangerous… this is?" You mutter in between the kiss. Water and steam washing in-between. Pushing him against the shower wall. Tom, of course, letting you. Bodies pressed against one another, his erect cock rubbing against your thigh. Pinning him against the wall, your lips meet into a deep, lingering kiss. Turning fiercer each passing moment as his hands rove over your body's curves. While you reach for the curves off his ass, pinning him further against the wall with your body. Teasing him by slipping a finger down the crack of his ass. Tom couldn't stop groaning into the kiss by your touch alone. Bucking his hip forward, thrusting his hard cock against your wet skin. You reach for the bottle of lube beside you, pouring some onto your fingers. This time, a step further. Trying to slip a finger in-between. Massage that tight hole. The feeling alone, of your fingers pushing into his hole, made you harder. Not only Tom praised you for it, the smooth twist and turns of your fingers. But you enjoyed it more then you should. Seeing Tom wither under your touch is truly something.

 Tom's moans were small at first. But now his body craved. Sounding needy and wanting. Pushing against his warm flesh. The resistance allowing only one finger. "S-S...hit, oh, F-....!" His whole body tensed up before releasing a long shudder all across. Squirming as you add another finger. Gasping hard and loud as he stares at you with pleading eyes. You can feel him turn to nothing under your touch. His knees weakened, more weight resting on your hands—cheeks clasping harder around you. his whole body following the motion of your fingers. It's sexy to watch, the way his abs tense and relax while you push into the flesh. Tom really loved it.

 "I'm more than ready..." He moans, gathering his strength and turns around. Resting against the wall. He glances over his shoulder, with one hand pulling a cheek to the side. Revealing his hole. Desperate for your entry.

 You step closer, sliding the underside of the head along the crack. Tom inhales sharply at your teasing. Grabbing his hip with one hand, you guide your cock with the other. Concentrated on entering his wanting hole. Tom can't help but push back a little as soon as you make contact on his skin. The position is tricky, but you manage. His sphincter holds your tip in place, the force extorted on the rim of his hole was tougher than you previously experienced. Tom gazes back at you, his mouth falling open as the pressure increases. A sudden shift of Tom's legs allowed you to slide in. It's warm. Tight. Soft. And the squeezing and contorting of his flesh on your shaft was beyond anything. You thought of him to adjust. Waiting for it. But at this angle, you only manage to bury yourself as deep as this.

 "That's what you wanted, right? Baby..." Massaging his chest, feeling his nipples turn hard at the tip of your fingers. He pants for air, trying to push back further onto you. Trying to sheath you deeper into him. And it seemed to be a matter of adjusting. If his flesh was just tight, or you angled too much. The force Tom put into pushing back, made you cock shift further into his hole. He forced you in all the way. Enveloping your rod whole. Stimulating every inch. All perfectly smooth and warm. You feel yourself swell to an extent you almost cum. That sensation is otherworldly. Glorifying. Shutting your eyes tight. You try to steady your breathing. Sucking on the insides of your cheeks. Fingers digging deep into his flesh. Tom better stay silent. Or his moans and praises would catapult you over the edge in an instant. Flooding his insides without warning.

 You try to remember to breathe.

You have to manage.

You need to.

You want to.

 Mere seconds go by, feeling everything starting to smooth out. Adjusting to your length. Allowing you to start rolling your hips. Slowly beginning to thrust into him. Watching your own length slide in and out. Just until the tip, and back in.

 "That's really good." He says, under hicked pants and short groans at each rolling thrust. "Keep doing that." Squirming and twitching at each push. You were always aware of the danger of shower sex, heard the stories. But somehow, the weight of his masculine body balanced against yours kept everything rooted in place. Even as you penetrated faster and deeper. His breath grew ragged, punctuated by whines and groans. Rolling your hip faster, your balls slap the bottom of his cheeks.

 Tom is physically fit. His stamina is through the roof. Always had been. And his body was incredibly flexible. You never understood how he managed. He did things you could never. At least, without a complaint.

 And once again, he moves without a sign of pain. He arches his back. Allowing you to take control of the thrusts. Turning his upper torso towards you, slinging his right arm around your neck. For a moment, you fear you might slip and fall. But you didn't. His other arm rested against the wall. Making it feel secure.

 With his straining arm around your neck, he pulls your lips close. Moaning and groaning as they connect. You could now follow the pleasure induced expression on his face. Each thrust making him gasp. The wet curls draped along his forehead. Grabbing his hips, you pull him more towards you. The perfect round cheeks of his ass tremble at the continuing slapping motion of flesh. The moans intensify, motioning for the final release of both of you.

 Shoving yourself as deep as you possibly can, you shoot your seed deep into his ass with a final thrust. Tom's arm holds you tight as wave after wave coats his insides. The overwhelming pleasure almost makes you lose your footing. "Keep it in..." He ordered, releasing his grip around your neck. Pushing you back towards the other wall. Your sensitive cock still buried deep inside him. "Aaahh… J-Just like that." He moaned. This time, you're pinned against the wall by his broad figure. His overpowering physique keeping you in place as he focused on his own member. You stand for a moment, catching your breath, feeling the water wash sweat off your overheated bodies. You're amazed he's still able to roll his hips against you. Your whole body shakes as your tip felt sensitive as hell. Being rubbed once again in unimaginable ways.

 Gathering yourself just in time, you reach round. Pulling Tom's torso against yours with one hand, the other wrapping around his length. Helping him reach his release almost immediately. Whispering a few encouraging words into his ear. Making sure your intentions were well heard. After a few well-placed strokes, his release launches from his slit with incredible force. Directly disappearing into the spray of warm water. One after the other. You feel, trace, and anticipate, every jolt of ecstasy leaving his body as it rocked against yours.

 Almost unable to stand still, you hold him upwards. Continuing to stroke his length with fast and tight strokes. The water making it even more slippery. You keep doing so with intense speed. His twitching body fighting the overwhelming feeling. Hip bucking in your grip. Draining every last drop as his head rolls back. Gasping out loud as you milk every drop. Making Tom a shambling mess. Barely able to stand afoot. Leaning more and more into you. "I won't stop until you say so."

 But his hands shake so much he's unable to. Tom sure had stamina. But you have your fair share as a soccer player. The ridges of his cock slide through your grip with ease. Whimpering uncontrollably as your pace was fast, relentless, and just how he liked it. So swift, he's length wasn't going limb.

 His legs were. He uttered your name. Words you didn't make out properly. As he sinks into your embrace. From your view, you watch his whole body contort. Muscles strain and bulge as he was brought to another release. Together you slump to the floor. Unsheathing your length from his hole in the process. His body shaking on the spot, as you felt his cock twitching in your hand. Tom utterly under your control, you're determined to stroke out another one. With his whole body trembling as you increase speed. His release shouldn't take much longer.

 Tom cried out loud. Growling. Cursing your name. But with a smirk. Gritting his teeth, as the muscles in his legs strained, bulged, and his butt raised from your lap. Clasping his arm around your neck once more.

With a jerking, shaking motion, his load shoots out, splattering across his stomach and chest. Gasping at each volley of whiteness.

 "Y-You can... stop now." He chuckled, trying to remove your hand off his sensitive length. A massive grin on his face as he looked up to you. Content with your result, you let your arms fall to your side. Releasing a long sigh. Kissing him atop his hair. The shower still running. Tom's heaving frame resting against you. Taking his time. Completely spent. Panting for air.

 "I didn't see your first load." Trailing your finger over his stained abs, hearing Tom giggle. "I mean, normally you're like a fire hose. Needed to check if you're alright. If you still got it."

 "Oh God, I'm more than alright, love." Kissing your jawline, slowly working his way down your neck as he flipped onto his knees. "But now we need a proper shower." He said between the peppered kisses, feeling his hands slide along your thighs. "...-or we'll be late for that dinner." A grin spreading on his face, knowing full well was he was suggesting.

 "You convinced me." You lean in, pressing a gentle kiss on his lips before he tries to go down further on you. "No need to hurry… We'll make an online donation. Right now, I have more pressing matters to attend."

[sugar-petals]

Cuddling With SuperM

↳ ❤︎ CARO’S NOTE: their concept is all about badassery i know but we’re dealing with seven angels so let’s talk about that shall we

warnings ⚠️ some light teasing, innuendo

length: 1.5k

taeyong

am i really telling you something ground-breaking with this:

so this guy’s truly adorable

turns into a baby what else is new

draws his knees to his chest and just enjoys the ride with his eyes closed

you can do whatever the hell you want

back rubs, head pats, foot massages, caressing the neck or underneath the chin which is particularly sweet

and a whole lot of tickling he’s kinda obsessed with this

excellent chef he is, taeyong enjoys preparing snacks for a set cuddling time or movie night

so what if this turns into feeding each other basically are you ready for that

this guy’s impossible face up close is hard to bear for the faint-hearted just mentioning that in passing here

because… he has that one yearning expression and his eye contact is very steady

bit of a duality here huh

but worry not because taeyong’s tiger inside is more of a cat actually, tyongkitty behavior guaranteed right there

he does do friendly head buts and yeah the eye contact is also a cat thing now that i think about it… it all makes sense now

ten, baekhyun, lucas and taemin are pretty cocky types of cuddlers, taeyong leads the more subdued fraction in super m

it’s the kind of cuddling that needs rainy weather and a cup of tea

ten

quality time right here

banter is always included ofc

or at least a lot of talk because with ten, conversation and cuddles go together

likes pets joining, three’s a party, a cat can always make a snuggly contribution

add a ball of wool to play around

like. a-you, a-me, and a cat right in between ya see

music is always playing in the background, always

ten’s body is very sensual… you can tell he’s a dancer by the way he’s adapting, how he’s feeling it, how he moves in general

the reflexes are just so different he has great feeling for what you wanna do next it’s his bodily intuition and he just goes along with it

what you gotta tell him though is to keep it lowkey with keeping his jazzy outfits on

a hoodie cuddles better than high fashion and spiked jackets

plus he looks adorably small in it so two birds with one stone

never forget ten is really tiny that sure makes a difference

reluctant little spoon, he keeps it face-to-face or sleeps on his back

ten is glad to be approached with hugs he’s not always doing the initiative

shy thailand angel ikr

but don’t complain if he farts because he absolutely will

goddammit chittaphon

kai

if it’s without a plushie something’s going wrong it always needs one

his favorite teddy’s gotta participate y’know he’s a social creature

in this home we don’t discriminate against plush bears

and yeah, his bear ear hoodie likewise he is sure to put it on

jongin tends to be rather taciturn because he wants to enjoy the body-to-body sensations

meaning, don’t interpret his frequent silence as awkwardness he’s just observing

is not above teasing… if his outfit is showing some skin he’ll invite you to touch the area

also enjoys you putting your hands under his sweater

he’s laughing like crazy and kicking his legs all giggly if you put your head underneath it and let it roam oh la la

yeah nini likes some wit to it for sure, and some steaminess in the mix it’s just a natural byproduct if we’re honest

dim the lights down low for this one…

but also light the candles alright

cuddling is more of a soft and steady thing there’s not much position changes going on

this is the couch not the dancefloor your honor

while we’re talking about that: jongin is a buff biatch my god

prep a water bottle to chug when you’re cuddling this guy is effortlessly hot

also know that kai will almost definitely snap a picture of you huddled together for the memory of it

baekhyun

unlike his memes, baekhyun’s cuddling behaviour is entirely predictable

will snuggle against your shoulder by default pretty much that’s his favorite area

stays glued there for two hours if you’re not busy

im not kidding

needless to say he needs a partner who can handle this level of clinginess

baekhyun can’t keep his hands to himself in general

neither can you

it’s groping x cuddling these two are a dead sure combination

keen to snuggle casually while he’s gaming, cross-legged on the ground with you massaging his back

likes to lay his head into your lap, too.

baekhug i mean back hug enthusiast. something inside his face has an inbuilt magnet that sucks him into the space between your collar bones

especially when you’re at the stove cooking

caution: love bites. lots of them. does this count as cuddles? probably. it’s not like he’s eating you or is he. oop—

what am i saying all he does is nibble alright

and oh yeah bring on the sweater weather. he can’t stay still in bed it’s gonna be a pillowfort building session though

you gotta exhaust him until he naps off lmao!

energizer bunny bf

mark

enjoys being fed watermelon during the process how else could it be

wait until this guy hears what harry styles’ watermelon sugar is all about his world will never be the same again

anyway

he’ll look so cute in his striped shirt and his round glasses awh

cuddling is his favorite way to show his trust and affection before all else

his favorite time to cuddle is before going to sleep

he usually hugs pillows so you can tell how clingy he winds up as

mark really sleeps and dreams better if you do that it has an astounding effect. cuddles are his perfect recharging if you will it’s just that he’s actually calming down through it whereas he can be nervous throughout the day so he needs that downtime

spooning is a given

what he enjoys the most about it is the warmth

markie easily gets cold sometimes he just needs that tune-up with you he’s like blink blink there goes my dose of daily heat beep beep

what the fuck

anyway again

talk about tune

just like ten he’s very talkative all the way verbal stimulation and mark lee just go together

if you compare him to taeyong there’s not much of a transformation going on mark lee on two legs is the same mark lee during cuddles it’s all copy paste

all in all a delectable experience, extremely cute and heart-melting, super m truly has a super mark

taemin

much like xuxi he has that permanent smile on his lips that tries to make you laugh

in fact taemin is hard to stop with his puns and his humor

ffs he is a true brat

taems can’t help but try to escalate this into a playfight every time

not that he doesn’t enjoy the calmer types of cuddling but he needs some action in the sack

enjoys praise along the way who are we kidding

the clothes you both cuddle in are very important alright, the fabric in particular

taemin keeps it expensive here it’s just the way he rolls

satin my dear

it’s just so satisfying to the touch

but also beware of his most lethal clothing choice which brings out his innate maknae charm the most

THE FLUFFY TURTLENECK

gyeahh

which he will use during special occasions to turn you into a cuddle monster ready to pounce him

give it up for shinee my loves they taught him well and sent him out to fluff up the world

what else is there okay we also gotta mention that cuddling consists of many little kisses here and there

taemin wants to get absolutely peppered

he is and stays a prince

lucas

ideal body type for cuddling except that it needs the right place, not the environment but the spot i mean, you can imagine

lucas can explode any smol-size couch or bed

don’t even think about trying to cuddle on regular chairs my god why would you live so dangerously

king size por favor

there is a lot to cuddle against it’s really a whole wonderland

those big ole thighs are practical cushions for anything really.

and his face is just so amicable it has to be kithed

his hands… his hands! you will feel maximum protection with those giant baby fingers around your hips i’m telling you

admittedly yukhei is hard to properly hug around the shoulders obviously that’s a drawback but hey his waist is lithe and tiny so hello there, very inviting

oh, that infectious smile.

serious cuddling: 0 — funny cuddles: over 9,000

and tasty cuddles because foodcas brings some fried rice every time oh yum

hates to go to work he really prioritizes you and cuddles go on for long long hours especially when you watch your favorite series

xuxi goes the extra mile, he will touch your hair a lot, just gently combing through it

and he doesn’t mind it when you do the same, he’s got the most angelic blonde locks after all

lu calls you beautiful all the time the cheesy mf is really pulling the standard compliment alright

cue jonas brothers sucker for you

ugh, boyfriend

mlist

[noladyme]

The Crown Princess of Charming - part 15

Welcome to Charming - its name says it all. Cat needed a fresh start; and though she hadn’t planned on that being in the arms of the crown prince of this little town’s bikerclub - that was what happened. Charming CA would either be the death of her - or a whole new life.

Rated M

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15

I wrapped up my phone in the kitchen towel and the bag again; and went into the yard; leaving it in the small shed there. Walking back inside; I looked meaningfully at Jax. “She has what she needs…”, I said. He nodded, and pulled me into his arms again. “Last night…”, I muttered into the crook of his neck. He shook his head. “Not the last. I’ll be back”. I sighed. “A year, Jax…”. “Just keep my side of the bed cold”, he smiled. I put my lips to his; looking deep into his eyes. “Not tonight”, I whispered.

Jax put his hands under my bottom; and lifted me to straddle him. Smiling all the way; he carried me to the bedroom – lowering me onto the bed; hovering over me. “I love you”, he smiled. I put my hand behind his neck; and pulled him closer to me. “I love you too”, I said, and our lips met.

For the longest time, we just kissed. Our lips perfectly molded, and our tongues gently brushed against each other. When our lips weren’t connected; we where whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears.

“The first time you got behind me on my bike; I had to shift in my seat to keep anyone from seeing my hardon”, Jax grinned. “Really?”, I smiled. “Yeah. Gemma was gonna send Rat over with those papers for you to sign. I snatched them up, to take them to you myself. Just wanted to see your face again”. I chuckled. “Well, I gave you more than you bargained for, huh?”. “Darlin’; seeing you in nothing but that towel…”. His hand travelled under my top, to brush his fingers across my belly. “Sent some very impure thoughts through my mind”. He kissed the secret spot on my neck. I shivered under his touch. “I kept telling myself; you can’t have sex with the biker!”, I grinned. “I’m happy you decided to break that vow”, Jackson breathed; and sat up to remove his t-shirt.

I sat up myself; and began kissing Jax across his chest; letting my tongue flicker over his nipple. He let out a small gasp; and tugged at the hem of my top; to remove it. With my arms in the air, he pulled it over my head. He smirked softly. “You wore this bra the first time we slept together”. “I forgot”, I smiled. “I think I was more focused on you taking it off”. He raised a brow and tilted his head. “Well, I was happy to”, he leered. “Let me get at them…”.

He grinned, and expertly snapped open my bra; pulling it off me. He pushed me down on the mattress; and pushed my breasts together; nibbling slightly at my right nipple. He ran his teeth over it; and I whimpered from the signals it sent to my core. “Righty is happy… let’s check lefty”, he snickered; and repeated the action on my left nipple. “She’s perking up…”. “Mmhmm”, I moaned. I ran my nails across the reaper on his back; and he let out a slight groan.

“How many orgasms did I promise you?”, he breathed. “A shitload”, I panted. He chuckled; and lowered himself to the waistline of my shorts; kissing across my skin just above it. “Let’s get these off”. He unbuttoned the shorts; and tugged them down my hips and bottom; having me raise it, so he could remove them and my panties all at once.

I was stretched out naked under him; and he sat on his knees; straddling my legs. He looked me over – his eyes soft and admiring. “Your body… baby…”. Jax lowered himself onto me; and kissed me deeply. Moving his lips down; he ran his hands over my mounds, my ribs and hips – all while letting his mouth explore my chest, belly; and finally ending up just over my warmth.

“I’m gonna be thinking about this every time I eat prison-jello…”, he smirked; and slid his tongue over my nub. “You telling me I taste like jello?”, I whimpered – body twitching under his touch. “No, I hate jello”, he grinned up at me. “I’m gonna be thinking of this, to block out the taste of it”. He slicked a trace from my clit to my entrance, and back again. “You taste like… sunshine… ice cream… and tasty, tasty pussy”. I laughed; before a flick of his tongue made me cry out in extasy. I grabbed on to his hair; and panted heavily; as he buried his face in my folds.

Jax grabbed my knees; and put them over his shoulders, to give him better access to me. He slid his thumb into me for a second; before trailing it down my taint – finally probing the ring of muscle behind my genitals. The action made me jolt; and squeal. It felt so good to have him stimulating all of my privates like that. His thumb entered my ring just slightly. “Someday, baby”, he breathed against me. “Keep dreaming, Teller…”, I moaned. “That’s not… Oh my god!”. I cried out; as his thumb entered my hole down to the knuckle. He chuckled against me. “You want me to stop?”. “You… oh, no. Keep going… don’t…”. Jax sucked hard on my clit. His free hand found my main entrance; and two fingers began pushing at my front wall.

The intense sensation of his fingers working on me; and his tongue playing with my nub, as he sucked it into his mouth – sent me over the edge; and I literally screamed out his name; as I came with violent shocks streaming through my body.

Jackson carefully withdrew his fingers, and ran his hand up my body; as he came up to lay next to me. My body was still convulsing. “Are you ok?”, he whispered; with a wide smile on his handsome face. “I… can’t talk…”, I croaked. Jax laughed; and kissed me gently. ”Can I get you anything?”, he smiled. I managed to relax my breathing; and smirked at him. “Already?”. He grinned in surprise. “Just take your pants of, Jackson!”, I chuckled.

Jackson looked like a giddy teenager; and jumped out of bed – wrestling his pants and boxers off. He threw himself on the bed; and sat himself with his back to the headboard. I looked down at his wanting hardness; and bit my lip. Straddling him; I lowered myself down on it. Jax’s face contorted. “Holy sh… baby…”, he gasped. I put my hand against the headboard, and began riding him. His hands found my breasts, and he hold on to me for dear life; as I grinded against his groin.

I clenched my walls around him; drawing loud groans from his mouth. “How do you do that?”, he asked. “It’s like sex and a handjob all at… woah!”. I’d clenched my muscles again. “Wouldn’t want you to forget me”, I smiled. He leant forwards; and met my lips. “Never gonna happen”, he growled.

He wrapped his arms around my back; and threw me down to lay on my back. I lifted my leg, to let him put my knee over his shoulder. Jackson began thrusting into me with force. He was hitting my g-spot perfectly. “You found it again”, I whimpered with a laugh. “Oh god…”. I put my hands on Jax’s bottom; digging my fingers into its firmness – desperately trying to force him harder into me. “More?”, he breathed. I closed my eyes, and nodded. With a grunt; Jackson pounded into me fiercely – almost making me sob from the amazing sensation. He looked at me worriedly. “Too much? Are you ok?”. “Keep going”, I pleaded. He brushed my lips with his own; and pounded into me again.

Jax put his hand to my throat, and squeezed gently. Every inch of my body was on fire; and I let out a guttural sound, that then turned in to another scream. My body tensed; and I came again. Jackson thrusted hard into me; riding out my orgasm; to reach his own – finally finishing with a growl of relief, and coming inside me.

Kissing my lips gently; he laid down next to me. The air was heavy with sex, love – and sadness. “Why does it feel like forever?”, Jackson muttered. “Because it might as well be…”, I croaked. He turned his body; and pulled me close; kissing my temple. “Did… did anyone ever tell you about a prison-clause?”, he muttered. “No…”, I said. “Thank god!”, he smiled. I chuckled. “I think I know what it means, from the name…”, I whispered. “And that’s not going to be an issue. Juice will be on the inside with you”.

My joke instantly made Jackson laugh; and he attacked my mouth with rough kisses. “I told you!”, he grinned. “Don’t joke about that!”. He squeezed my ass cheek and growled into the crook of my neck. “Yes, sir”, I giggled.

Lust took us over again; and Jax delivered on his promise. I spent the night having a shitload of orgasms.

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When we woke up; we didn’t speak. We merely got dressed, and ready to leave. There wasn’t anything to say, after all. The plan was set; and now was the time to strike. Jax kissed me deeply; and we got on his bike, to drive to TM. A black escalade followed us closely; parking a little way down the street from the lot.

The parking spots were mostly empty, save for Clay’s, Happy’s and Juice’s bikes. The door to the garage was closed; and I guessed more motorcycles where hold up in there. Inside the clubhouse, all of Samcro – except Tig, who had already said goodbye, and was waiting in the warehouse with Quinn and the Nomads – where waiting. Chicago – including VP Mike – where gathered in a corner – solemnly looking at us, as we stepped into the room. Unser was leaning against the bar. The badge usually adorning his uniform, was gone. He looked content.

“It’s time”, Jax said. He, Happy and Juice were all wearing blue jeans and black hoodies; dark scarves hanging around their necks. “Nichols will be at the warehouse in an hour and a half; giving us time to get there, switch, and start the chase”. “They won’t try to take us in, before we reach it?”, Happy asked. “No. Stahl will want me and the drugs. We’ll be safe until we get there”, Jackson answered. “Just don’t make too much of a ruckus on the lot”.

“We got your back, son”, Clay said. “You mother told me to say she loves you… Abel’s in safe hands”. Jax looked at me. “I know he is”. They embraced; and Clay stroked my cheek. “See you on the other side, teach’”, he smiled. I returned the gesture. “Will do”.

Unser shook Jax’s hand. “The phone is in the shed in our yard”, Jax said. “I got it, kid”, the old man said. “How does retirement smell?”, Jax smiled. “Like stale beer and motor oil”, Unser grinned.

Opie came over, and hugged Jax. “Lyla send her love to both of you”. He turned and hugged me. “Thanks, man”, Jackson muttered. He began embracing all his brothers in turn; Happy and Juice doing the same. “Have a cold one ready for me when I get back”, Juice said to Chibs; who had tears running down his cheeks. He patted his brother’s cheek. “Two of them”, he said. “And the ginger from the gas-station”. Juice grinned in glee.

Jax pulled the scot in for another hug. “Take care of my family for me, brother”. “We will”, Chibs said, and wiped his eyes. “We got ‘em”, Opie agreed. Jax sent a loving smile to his best friend. “Thanks”.

Piney grabbed me into a warm embrace. “Stay safe, sweetheart”, he muttered; before patting Jax’s shoulder.

Bobby came over with what looked like a black vest. He kissed my cheek, and handed it to me. “Put this on, sweetheart… just in case”. He pulled it over my head; and Jax strapped the velcro straps across my chest. “Bulletproof”, he muttered – looking grave. “I’ll be ok”, I whispered. 

He stroked my cheek, and kissed my forehead. “You ride with them, just like you do with me”, he said seriously. “Hold on tight, and keep your head down”. “We got her, man”, Happy said. Juice nodded. Jackson stepped back. “Ok… let’s do this”. He pulled the blue flannel out of the bag we’d brought; and I put it on, closing the buttons over the Kevlar vest, to hide it from view.

The three future felons each grabbed a brown package from a table; and strapped it to their torsos with duct tape – making sure they wouldn’t drop the drugs needed to take them in.

“Make it look real, boys”, Clay exclaimed with a smile. Jax nodded and grabbed my hand – taking a deep breath. “Go!”.

Happy, Juice, Jax and I ran out the door. Jax pulled me with him to his bike; looking towards the street, where the agents were waiting. He pulled me flush against his body; kissing me with passion, before handing me my helmet. I put it on. Seconds later, Clay, Opie, Chibs and Bobby came running after us. “Jax!”, Clay roared after us; and pulled his gun. The three others pulled their own weapons, and aimed them at our group. Happy pulled his own gun; and shot in their direction – missing on purpose. The men chasing us fell to the ground, covering their heads.

We jumped on the bikes – my arms firmly locked around Jacksons torso – and we sped out of the lot, and down the street. We were going to fast for me to look back, but I noticed Juice looking back, from where he was riding next to us - and he nodded at Jax; before trailing in behind us. They’re following us. Stahl is coming.

We drove past the sign at the beginning of town – and left Charming behind.

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Speeding through stop-signs and down the highway, the wind was blowing in my ears. I had made myself leave fear behind. This wasn’t the time to go into anxiety-mode – and I had full trust in the man I was currently holding on to.

After about 30 minutes, we neared a cluster of trees, marking the edge of forestland. “Hold on!”, Jax yelled; and made a sharp turn. We continued down smaller roads; Happy and Juice constantly zigzagging behind us, to cover my back from the agents trailing us.

I saw a small sign telling me we where nearing somewhere called Oswald’s Pond. We made another sharp turn, down a gravelly road – small bumps sending jolts through the bike. I held on harder to Jax. “You’re doing great, baby!”, he yelled back at me. Happy came up next to us. “We lost them”, he yelled. Jax nodded.

Another turn, down an even smaller road; led us to a small building – the warehouse. A double door opened, and we got inside on the bikes – the door closing behind us again. Tig was waiting for us, with the Nomads; wearing the same outfit as his brothers. Jax jumped off the bike; and turned to face me. “I love you!”, he said, his eyes fierce – and he kissed me deeply one last time, before turning to Tig. “Take care of her, man”. “I will, brother”, Tig nodded – all jest gone from his usually cheery face.

Quinn handed me a backpack. I recognized it as Ellies. It was filled with something – giving it some weight and fill.

Happy, Juice and Tig pulled up their hoods, put on sunglasses; and lifted their scarves to cover their faces. “Go!”, Jax yelled; and Tig jumped on his bike in front of me. “Hold on, puddin’!”, he said; and I put my arms around him.

Jax smiled encouragingly at me; and went to open the doors at the other end of the building. I looked back at him a final time before he closed the door behind us, as we sped out.

I love you, Jackson.

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We sped back down the road we’d arrived on, suddenly hearing sirens in the distance. Tig was a good driver; but I couldn’t help but feel my heart in my throat. I grabbed on to his hoodie - digging my fingers into the fabric. “Doing good, Cat!”, he yelled.

Happy and Juice followed closely behind us, until we made the sharp turn back onto the larger gravel road. The sirens where growing louder, and I could hear them multiply. There was more than one car trailing us. The two other bikes began zigzagging behind me again; before we took one more turn, leading us onto asphalt. Tig made a hand gesture to tell the others to speed up.

“ATF! Pull over!”, someone was yelling from a loudspeaker on one of the cars. Happy – or Juice; I couldn’t tell from the speed and their masks – trailed up next to me and Tig; before making a hand-gesture himself. This one was a middle finger to our pursuers. I heard Tig let out a loud laugh; and I joined in myself.

Suddenly, we split up. Tig and I went down a smaller road, with one of the others; and the last rider continued forward. We met up minutes later at larger road. The single rider had made some distance to one of the cars; which was struggling to keep up.

We hit a speedbump; making me jump in my seat. Just like with Jax… Just like with Jax…

Tig turned down another small road. This one led us into an industrial area, filled with small buildings. Stopping the bike; Tig pulled his gun. “Switch!”, he yelled. He shot at the following cars; and I jumped off the bike, running towards Juice, who was waving me over. He would be the second Jax.

Climbing on behind him, I held on to his torso; and he sped behind a building – before doubling back; and driving in between two of the cars following; forcing them to swerve. Juice drove us back onto the road, before taking a turn down towards a junction. Tig and Happy had disappeared behind some of the other buildings, and came from two different roads to join us. We drove together, taking turns every chance we got.

I had no idea where in the county we were – merely held on to Juice for dear life. “It’s gonna get bumpy!”, Juice yelled, and took a turn down another gravel road. No shit!, I thought. The road we were on was more an animal path than anything else – surrounded by trees. Mud splayed up my leg, when we hit a puddle. “Sorry”, Juice yelled.

I saw one of the other riders a through the trees a good 30 paces from us. He had a car right on his ass; and turned back to shoot for the tires of it. The car swerved; and hit a tree. “Woo!”, I heard the rider yell.

Once through the trees, the path ended; and we were back on asphalt. Two cars where blocking our way; and Juice had to make a hard brake; putting his foot to the ground, to turn us around fast. “Stop!”, we heard from the loudspeaker. I heard a loud pop; and Juice flinched in front of me. One of the other riders almost took a spill; but managed to get up in time to follow us. We split up again.

The two other drivers headed in separate directions, and Juice once again took us off road – heading over a grassy field, towards what looked like an abandoned farm. Happy was already waiting for us by the main house. “Come on!”, he roared, and Juice halted. He doubled over for a second, holding his hand over his thigh. Blood was running from a hole in his jeans. I put my hand on his arm, looking at him in fear. “I’m ok. Go!”, he yelled at me – and I tore myself from my bleeding friend – running towards Happy, and getting on behind him. “Let’s go, princess”, Happy growled, and we once again sped off.

I looked back towards Juice. He’d managed to start driving again; but his body-language was strained. He was in real pain from the gunshot. Happy drove us straight through an old barn, shooting back towards the following cars. This man had no mercy when it came to his friends getting hurt. “Assholes”, he roared.

Tig met us on the other side of the barn, trailing up next to us. “Last stretch!”, he yelled. He and Juice returned to zigzagging behind us, before once again taking a turn in separate directions. At this point, the agents following us seemed to have no idea which rider was Jax, and focused on getting all three of them.

We needed to create some distance to be able to hand over the backpack to Clay safely; without getting shot at. Happy gave made his bike give it all; and for a second it felt like I was going down a rollercoaster. We hit a bump, and took air for a second. My strained squeal was blocked out by Happy’s cheerful Whooo!.

He suddenly made a drifting turn; and we were head on with our pursuer. “What are you doing?”, I yelled. “Chicken”, he laughed. Oh, shit! Happy sped up, and leant forward; revving the engine. With a squeal of the back tire, we suddenly flew down the road – head to head with the car. “Come get me, shithead!”, Happy growled. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes.

The sirens came closer, and the wind was blowing around my head. I held on to Happy harder than I had ever held on to anything in my life. “Jerk alert!”, Happy yelled; and I opened my eyes, just in time to see the car swerve off the road, and off the road, hitting a large boulder. “Yeah!”, happy whooped, and we left behind the totaled vehicle.

Turning down a larger road, Tig and Juice met up with us again. All three bikers where laughing loudly. “Lost ‘em a mile back!”, I heard Juice yell. “It’s time!”, Happy answered. Tig sped up, and drove in front of us, and led us to an exit, down a hill. At the bottom of it, a group of bikes where blocking our path.

Clay, Chibs, Bobby and Opie where waiting for us. They were all aiming their guns at us. We made a halt; and with sirens nearing, we slowly got off the bikes; hands in the air. Out the corner of my eye, I saw one of the cars stopping; and people getting out. I’d recognize the bony ass on one of them anywhere. Stahl.

“It’s over, assholes”, Clay smirked. “Hand over the bag…”. I saw Stahl put up her hands to stop her underlings from shooting. She wanted the handoff to happen. I could practically smell her gleeful sweating, over catching the president of Samcro with drugs in his hands.

I slowly walked towards Clay, and took off the backpack – handing it to him. “That’s it, sweetheart”, he said. “We got it”, he muttered below his breath.

Stahl came running forward, three agents at her heels. “Hands in the air!”, she yelled. We all raised our hands. “Guns down”, she demanded. The men in front of us all slowly dropped their weapons on the ground; kicking them away. Clay glared at Stahl, as she walked up to him. “Well, Mr. Morrow”, she grinned. “Seems we caught you with something you shouldn’t have. Give me the bag”. Clay handed her the backpack; and a smile ghosted his face.

Stahl set the bag on the ground, and while her men aimed their guns at us; she opened it. Her jaw dropped. “What the hell is this?”, she said; holding up a book. “Where are the drugs?”. “No drugs…”, Clay said. “Samcro doesn’t deal in drugs”. “Then why were you chasing them?”, she hissed. “She stole my kids favorite book…”, Opie said. Stahl threw the volume on the ground. It was the copy of Pippi Longstocking I’d given Ellie. I looked up at Opie; and the corner of his lips twitched.

“Shit!”, Stahl said. “Fine… We still got murder”. She turned to face the three masked bikers. “Jackson Teller, you are under arrest for the murder of Joshua Kohn. Anything you say, can and will…”. The three men began laughing. “What?”, she sneered. “Take those masks of them”.

The three agents removed the bikers glasses and masks; revealing Juice, Happy and Tig; all grinning and laughing at Stahl’s guffawed face. “Where is he?”, she yelled. She grabbed my arm. “Catherine, where is Jackson Teller?”. “I don’t know…”, I said – truthfully. “Search them”, she sneered. Within seconds, the agents had found the drugs strapped to the three men. They were all cuffed; and read their rights.

Clay shook his head in mock sadness. “Really, guys… I’m so disappointed in you all”. “Take the rest of them in for illegal gun possession”, Stahl growled. “All our guns are registered and legal; ma’am”, Bobby said. “Shit!”, Stahl screamed.

It was my time. “Agent Stahl?”, I said. “I’m willing to testify…”. I swallowed hard. “Against Jackson”. Her lips turned upwards in a terrifying smile. “Really?”. I nodded. “Yes… please, just get me out of here. I’m afraid!”. Stahl narrowed her eyes at me. “Take Huey, Dewey, and Louie back to Charming. I got miss Rose… The rest can go”.

I sent a look towards my three protectors. They all nodded at me knowingly. See you in a year. A smile ghosted my lips. I’d never be able to thank them enough.

I followed Stahl back to the car; and got in the backseat – letting her drive me back to Charming.

---

An hour later, I was back in the interview room at Charming PD – a cup of coffee and a pack of smokes in front of me. At this point, I was alone. I’m not going to jail. I’m going to take care of Abel for Jax. Be Momma Cat. I can do this.

Agent Stahl walked into the room with a file folder; and sat down in front of me. She tried for an encouraging look. “I’m happy you’ve finally decided to talk to me”, she said softly. “It’s just too bad it had to take such a chase to get us together… Did Jackson make you do that, to let him slip away?”. “Something like that”, I muttered. She nodded. “It’s hard, when you love someone that much… but he left you behind, kitty”. “Don’t call me that”, I snarled. She sighed. “Sorry… Catherine”. She smiled gently. “My agents are still looking for Mr. Teller. We will catch him; and once we do, he’s going to do hard time”. I looked up at her. “Yeah?”. Stahl nodded. “Yes. And you’re going to help me with that”.

I shrugged. “You already know everything… I know my phone was bugged”. She tilted her head. “If you did; why did you keep it around?”, she asked. “To set up Jackson?”. To set up you… “I… love him”, I said. “But you were also afraid”, she muttered. I nodded.

“Can I smoke?”, I asked. “Go ahead”, Stahl smiled. “I quit myself; but a little second-hand smoke once in a while, helps with the withdrawals”. Keep trying to be my friend, bitch. I lit my cigarette; and took a draw from it. “I don’t want to go to jail”, I said. “That doesn’t have to happen”, she smiled. “We both know Jackson killed Kohn… I have the recordings”. I nodded. “But you can’t use them”. She grimaced. “They weren’t exactly procured legally”.

I sighed. “So your case rests on me… and that guy who saw me”. “He’s out of the picture”, she grumbled. “I need your help”. I nodded. “If I help you; you’ll let me go, right?”. She smiled widely. “Ally Lowen already set up the papers. I have them right here”. She opened the folder, and took out a pen. “When I sign these, you’re free, as long as you agree to testify in court against Teller”. “Ok”, I whispered.

She reached for my hand; and I jolted in my seat. “I’m sorry… did he hurt you?”. I tried to stiffle my smirk. “He… gets a bit rough”. In bed… it’s heaven. “I understand”, she smiled. “Now, tell me everything, that happened that night”. Nope, can’t let you get it that easy. “I don’t… I still love him. It’s hard”. “He doesn’t care about you”, she said earnestly. “Do you know, how he talks about you when you’re not there?” I let my lip quiver. “You heard him?”, I whispered. She nodded, with a sad look in her eyes. “He calls you names. Calls you stupid…”. I looked down. “You heard everything… even when we…”. “Had sex… yeah”, she admitted – trying for a solemn look. Bet that got you off…

She leant back in her chair. “There was a long break, when I couldn’t hear anything… why was that?”. “Jax figured it was bugged… made me hide it. I told him it was fine; that I needed it in case my old job needed to get a hold of me”. “Right… I forgot”. She sighed. “I could help you with that… get your job back”. “Really?”. “Yeah… though, are you sure you want to stay in Charming? Samcro isn’t gone. You might not be safe”.

I sighed. “You’re right… ok”. I chewed my lip. “Can you get me out of here? Somewhere safe?”. She nodded. “I’ll get you into protective custody as soon as I’ve signed these papers”, she said, and gestured to the document in front of her. “But I need you to tell me what happened first. I need to know what you’ll say in court”.

I took a deep breath, and closed my eyes. “Ok”, I said. “Joshua Stahl had been stalking me for over a year. He convinced me to go with him; when he threatened to put the ATF on Jax and the club”. I looked at her; trying to hide my disgust. “I went with him to that motel where you found me”. Where you knew I’d be. “Joshua was about to… rape me… when Jax arrived”. “Who was with him?”, she interrupted. Shit! “I don’t know…”, I said. “I was beat up and terrified. I only had eyes on Jax”. She nodded. “Then what?”. “Jackson pulled a gun, and shot Joshua. Killing him”.

She stared at me intently. “Where did he get the gun from?”. I handed it to him. “It was just there”, I muttered. “It was just there…”, she repeated. “Yes”, I whispered.

Stahl picked up the pen, and tapped it against the table for a moment – stalling. Keep calm. I took a deep draw from my smoke; waiting. “Will you repeat this in court, Catherine?”, she asked earnestly. No… no, no, no… “Yes”, I whispered.

She looked at me a moment longer; lifted the pen – and signed the documents, setting me free. I closed my eyes, and let out a deep breath. “You’re a free woman”, Stahl said. “Now let’s get you somewhere safe, ok?”. “Thank you”, I croaked. “No”, she said, taking my hand again. It was as clammy and cold as Joshua’s had been. “Thank you”.

An officer opened the door, and peaked inside. “Agent Stahl; all your men are still looking for Teller”, he said. “Do you need an escort for transport?”. She smiled, and shook her head. “No, us girls will be fine”.

We both stood up; and I was about to follow her out of the room; when I halted. “Agent Stahl?”. “Yes, Catherine?”, she asked. “How did you know where to find me?... with Kohn”. Her eyes flickered for a moment. “I was aware… that Kohn might not have had the best intentions for you. Made sure to know where he’d go”. I swallowed bile. “Why didn’t you stop him before he got to me?”, I asked. “Where you hoping Jax would show up?” Did you set him up, you rancid piece of shit? She narrowed her eyes at me. “I had every intention of getting to you in time… but I made sure that if I couldn’t, you’d still be saved”, she said. “Jax would want you back”.

I tried to control my breath. You did… you were going to let me get hurt, to get to Jax… you deserve everything you have coming your way.

---

We left the police station through the front door. Stahl didn’t seem very worried we’d be stopped by the club, or anyone else for that matter. I got in the back seat of the car we’d arrived in; and prepared mentally for the last stretch of the journey. Stahl seemed ecstatic, strumming her fingers on the wheel. It took everything I had, not reach in front of me; and slam her face into the windshield.

Once on the highway, tears began streaming down my face. Stahl caught my eyes in the mirror, and handed me a tissue. “It’s ok. He can’t get you anymore”.

Jax. At this point I had no idea where he was. I didn’t even know if his part of the plan had worked. The next time I saw him; I could be looking at him across a courtroom; forced to testify against him. I could be sending him to jail for the rest of both our lives. I wanted to scream.

Suddenly, I heard sirens. A police car was racing to catch up to us. “What the hell…?”, Stahl muttered. “What does he want?”. Unser pulled up next to us; gesturing for Stahl to pull over. At the next exit; she drove off – letting Unser pull up behind us. He exited his car; and walked up to her window.

“Agent Stahl!”, he smiled. “I’m gonna need you to let me take miss Rose back to Charming”. I exhaled in stutters. “What are you talking about?”, Stahl sneered. “I’m taking her into protective custody, up until Jackson Tellers trial…”. “There won’t be a trial”, Unser said.

Stahl got out of the car to join him on the side of the road. “I think dementia is getting to you, Unser”, she chuckled. “Just get back in your car…”. “Teller turned himself over to the state prosecutor on drug charges, just over an hour ago”, Unser said. “He’s in custody right now”. “Drug charges”, Stahl snarled. “Look; you don’t believe me – call this number…”. Unser pulled out my android from his pocket. “Use my phone…”. He dialed a number; and handed her the phone.

Unser looked at me meaningfully, and nodded. It’s done.

The agent snatched the phone from his hands, and put it to her ear. “This is agent Stahl… yes… You’re shitting me… No! My case is… That can’t override murder! My evidence… Put him on!... You listen here, you biker piece of shit, you can’t do this. You’re killing my career!”. She let out a roar; and threw the phone on the ground.

A group of bikes came driving down the road towards us. I opened the car door, and stepped out on the road. “Stay in the goddamn car, Catherine!”, Stahl growled. I walked over to my phone; and picked it up. “Jax…?”. My voice was quivering. “Cat… it’s me”, he breathed. “It’s over, baby… It’s over…”.

The bikes made a halt a few yards away; and suddenly we were surrounded by Clay, Mike, Chibs, Bobby and Opie. I looked at Stahl. “It’s over”, I whispered. “Baby, put me on speaker”, Jax said quietly. I pressed the screen, letting everyone around me hear what he had to say. “Agent Stahl?”. I looked at the wide-eyed woman who was shaking in her heels, at the sight of the angry men surrounding her. “She’s here”, I said. “Listen, agent. I’m sorry your case didn’t hold up. Like you heard; I’ve turned myself in, to the prosecutor. I’m about to be taken to state pen… I wish I could be there to see what happens next”. I could hear the smile in his voice.

Stahl looked at the phone with wild eyes. “You can’t do this”, she hissed. “Jackson… do you know what your brothers will do to Catherine, after what you did?”. She looked at me. A smile ghosted my face. “Cat?”, Jax said. His voice was now low – pained, but loving. “I got you something… I wanted to give it to you myself; but there wasn’t time”.

Clay stepped over to me; and reached out his hand to me. He dropped a white gold ring in my hand. It was shaped like a crow’s head, turned to the side; with its wing stretched backwards. The eye of the crow was a black sapphire. “It’s your crow”, Jax said. I chuckled. “When I come back; I’ll give you one to match. We’ll walk up the aisle together”. “Together”, I smiled; tears running down my cheeks. “I love you”. “I love you, Cat. Always will”. He sighed. “I have to go… Tell ‘em all... I’m happy it went down this way”. The men around me nodded solemnly. “They know”, I said. “Goodbye”. “Goodbye, Jackson”.

I hung up the phone, and wiped the tears from my face. I was calm. It was over – and everything was going to be ok. I put on the ring.

Stahl looked from my face; to the ring now resting on my left hand. “Are you crazy, Catherine?”, she hissed. “Do you know what these men will do to you? You flipped on a club member!”. Chibs walked over to me; and wrapped me in his arms; making Stahl’s jaw drop. “Are you all right, my love?”, he asked softly. “I will be”, I said quietly. He kissed my forehead.

Unser sauntered over to us. “Do you need a ride home, sweetie?”, he asked. “She’s got one, old man”, Clay grumbled. “You can go… thanks”. Unser nodded; and went back to his car, to drive away.

Stahl was reaching for her gun, but Bobby quickly aimed his own at her. “You can’t do this…”, she whimpered. “I’m not doing it”, he said. “He is”. He nodded his head towards Opie.

Opie’s face was unreadable. He looked at Stahl with indifferent eyes. “Opie…”, she whimpered. “You don’t have to do this…”. “You killed her…”, he said quietly. “I didn’t… It wasn’t me”, she said. “You… made it happen. Set her up to be killed. You would have done the same to Cat… my best friends future wife”. He shook his head softly. “Just to get what you wanted… No more”.

He looked towards me. “Do you want to see it?”, he muttered. “No… I don’t need to”, I said. I walked over to Stahl. Her eyes were wild. “Catherine… you can’t let this happen!”. I shook my head. “You let me get drugged – almost raped and killed… You just turned your back. So that’s what I will do”. “Go to hell!”, she snarled. “Right after you”. I turned my back; and walked away.

“Get in the car”, I heard Opie say. I went to stand and look down the road. Two car doors closed. There was a quiet muttering; and then a silent pop. I never turned around.

Clay came up to me. “Finish it, Cat”, he muttered. “What?”, I said. He handed me my .38 – the one Jax had given me – then looked down at the phone still in my hand. “Finish it”.

I took a deep breath; and put the phone on the ground in front of me. Cocking the hammer; I aimed at the last link between me; and the life I had left behind. “Goodbye, Josh”, I whispered – and pulled the trigger.

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[madmadmilk]

No Knock Knocks (FULL) | Tom Holland x Reader

!!!This is the full completed version!!!

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Tom, your sweetie pie stupid roommate, has a bad habit of walking into your room unannounced.

Warning: Language, Smut, Masturbation & a PSA to fucking KNOCK

Word Count: 7K bad puns

Originally based off of this blurb :) Enjoy!

-

Whew.

Tom wasn't at home. Finally. He has a busy schedule today, consisting of meeting with friends, work, gym, and whatever else it is he does without you.

“Hmm~” you hum yourself as you enter your shared apartment with little expectation.

You pause in your doorway, listening for familiar sounds and looking for that lived-in disarray.

But there’s none. You’re alone. :)

[//MORE]

You drop your bag with a heavy thud to the floor and raise your arms up and out in glee. You could see stars behind your lids from this the stretch, effectively loosening your weary body.

Ahh...

Wasting no time, you kick off your shoes and beeline towards your room with some bags in tow.

Good!

You love the guy, you really, genuinely, honestlydo. And you love his constant company, no question about that.

But a girl’s gotta have some time alone, you know?

You flop onto your bed, closing your eyes for a second. A hazy image of his face enters your mind.

He’s the perfect roommate, hits every mark. He cleans up after himself, pretty tidy, and isn’t too loud on the weekdays–– without you, at least. He makes you tea, maybe more than you’d like, but also always picks you up something sweet at the store.

He’s great.

No complaints here.

It feels like your mattress is ready to swallow you whole, sinking deeper and deeper into your comforter and sleep–– but not yet.

You smile to yourself sheepishly, this is yourtime.

Mine.

And more than a roommate, Tom is your best friend. Sweetest guy you’ve ever known, always has your back, your best interest in mind, always makes you ugly laugh and pretty sob. He’s there for you; sometimes whether you like it or not.

But it means a lot for him to be there at all.

You roll over and fish for yourothertrusty friend in the drawer by your bed. You find it with ease, shimmying out of your pants and scooting up your bed to get into a comfortable position. Your shirt crumples up beneath your bust and a little over your belly as you arch your back.

You open your phone, finding your savory secret stash of photos.

Of Tom.

Obviously.

And with the click of a button and swift fingers, you get back to work.

And you know what? With all his strengths and charm and wit, there is one thing you absolutely hate about your roommate and best friend, Tom Holland.

Just one.

“––Oohh, ah, Tom,” you throatily groan to yourself, aroused by the echo of your own voice in this supposedly empty apartment,

Supposedly.

“Tom, hah, no, please, Tom–– I ca–!”

Your fingers tremble, guiding your vibrator as you bite your lip. You look over your cracked screen with blurry eyes to see your coveted man––

CHHH–CLACK.

“Wha–” you stutter, eyes fluttering open to refocus.

…

The one fucking thing you fucking hate about Tom fucking Holland is that he doesn’t fucking knock.

“Oh, uhm, you’re busy––” he stammers, dumbstruck while his hand rests on the doorknob, big brown eyes looking nowhere but at you.

Bold.

“... Tom……….. .. … .. .. .”

And you don’t know what the worst part of all of this is, the fact that he found you legs spread on your bed moaning hisname, or that the sight of his realface made you come?

God fucking dammit.

-

Nothing has really changed between you after that–– albeit it’s only been like 3 days after The Incident.

After walking in on you, and freezing both in your tracks, Tom just coughed. He stared at you, suggestively displayed on your bed and then looked hard at the ground, opening and closing his mouth like he was going to say something.

But he didn’t.

And you didn’t either, couldn’t, actually. A delayed gasp caught in your throat.

He didn’t even say sorry, or excuse himself. He just nodded, back peddled and shut the door.

You sat in a dull shock, toes curled while the vibrator was still doing it’s thing.

Fuck,you thought to yourself while blinking your dry eyes. The room felt much brighter, clearer and suddenly too fucking real.

You lean your head back, accidentally hitting yourself against the headboard with a low thud. You groan and press off your toy, laying still for a second. You comforter falls and folds over your shoulders.

You really wish that the world, or at least your bed, would swallow you whole.

But it doesn’t, just leaving you heaving and blinking in disbelief.

God.

You smack your lips because your whole body was still vibrating, exhilarated. Your thighs and cheeks felt like they were on fire after the weight of Tom’s surprised stare.

…. Tom.

And you were still in the fucking mood.

Your mind was yelling to put out the flames quickly before it spreads. Before this becomes something irreversible, something deadly, something taboo–– as if masturbating to your roommate and longtime friend wasn’t alreadya forbidden feeling.

Ha ha ha.

So, you remedy this with all you know how: a brisk, cold shower.

Icy water pelts your back and makes you shiver back to your senses. You shut your eyes and wash off your tingling skin, trying to feel the calm and cool––

Please.

But all you can think about is how red Tom’s ears had turned, how pink his cheeks were, how his jaw had bit and clenched as he trailed down your exposed body, and how it was you. You.Who made him that way.

“AHH!”

-

Tom hasn’t barged in since then–– but you jump when you see his shadow pass under the door, or hear the familiar creak in the floor. There’s always a pause, then the padding of feet away and away and away.

It feels a little... lonely? Maybe?

You sigh in relief but also smoldering disappointment, Tom coming and going as he pleased was not a severe complaint mostof the time. Just something annoying, when you werebusy.

But you’re never busy.

Hmm.

You did see each other in those 3 days though, about as much as you would regularly.

You passed each other during breakfast where he handed you coffee on your way out the door and he didn’t say anything unusual. Just his silly pressed smile and wild bedhead. You didn’t reach out to fix it as you usually did, too aware of your actions towards him––

Thinking about combing your fingers through his hair might be too much stimulation for the both of you on a fine Monday morning, so you settle with words.

“Catch you later, Holland.”

“Yeah.”

The pause was undeniable.

You’d come home and he wasn’t in, or fast asleep or whatever he usually does in his evenings. You didn’t really worry about it before, but there’s so much implication now. Is he avoiding you? Is he giving you space? Is he in shock? Is he interested?

Does he care?

And then you’re faced with that awful 50/50 split.

If doescare, what does that mean for you? If he didn’t care, well, that might hurt your ego a bit.

The possibilities split and branch off into wild overthinking and create a tangle so knotted that you don’t know how to function.

Where do we go from here?

The beginning of the answer is met when Tom is set up and sprawled out on the couch when you got home. He has some fast food tossed on the table, picking at some fries. His head perks up when you shut the door.

“You’re out late,” he hums, waving a fry towards you. His head is turned towards you, rimmed by the blue glow of the tv.

You smile, sighing a bit in relief. Normalcy. You slip off your shoes and bound over, biting the snack from his hand. He wipes his fingers on his shirt as you laugh,

“Sorry, mom.”

He sits up on the couch to make room for you as you wander around putting your things away. You call to him from your room, making conversation,

“So, whatcha watchin’?”

“I dunno, some old movies,” Tom sounds tired, sleepy, “There’s some food here for you; cold though.”

Sweet.

You come out changed into some whatever shorts and a hoodie, plopping yourself beside him. It was nice to spend a little bit of downtime together. It’s only been a few days but you missed it. You missed nodding off next to Tom, resting your feet in his lap or those late night vent sessions. The little pieces of him that only yougot to see as his roommate.

Did he miss it too?

The movie played without much talking, without much touching. You were just sitting in the same space, enjoying the same air. It was nice, you suppose. But it was silent.

Maybe you were just paying too much attention to it, but–– it wasn’t the same.

“... are we good?” you ask softly, murmuring into your sleeve.

Tom takes a moment to answer, shifting up from a stiff position, and groggily gives you,

“Yeah. Of course.”

Hm.

He blinks hard, rubbing his eyes and sets his hand down, accidentally touching your thigh and moving it away. He exhales,

“We’re fine, good. I– I think I’m going to head to bed.”

“Oh,” you pucker, “Yeah, me too.”

You both get up in a sleepy shuffling, careful not to bump into one another as you clean up the area. You reach your bedroom doors at the same time, pausing in unison.

Tom looks at you deeply for what feels like the first time in a long time. You watch him unguarded, hair framing his forehead and hood pulled over his shoulder. He was messy and pretty and soft and warm and––

“Good night, Y/N,” he greets you, rubbing his nose. His eyes catch on yours.

“Good night, Tom?” you giggle.

It was weird to say this all so ceremoniously–– gotta be a bad sign right?

Like it means he’s totally thinking what we’re all thinking; he’ll be up all night listening for his name through the thin walls or a light mechanical buzz or hell, a creak in the bed.

You could see it in his face, all the questions and answers you didn’t even know how to start to give. You only knew you would really like for this to be resolved. Like sooner than later, cos...

You really like Tom.

And it would be a shame to have anything irreversible come between you. But you’re sure that neither of your would ever let that happen.

Ever.

He bumps his shoulder on the doorway on his way in, hearing a soft thud and “ow.”

You laugh to yourself, shutting your door with a silly thought.

Tom’s clumsy concern iskinda endearing…. and honestly?

You could deal with a little bit of this nervous excitement between you two.

Right?

-

And you definitely would have spoken too soon if you had actually voiced that opinion, because here he is. The familiar crank of the doorknob, but then a hesitant… knock?

CA–CLACK.

“Yeah?” you call out, hoodie half over your head. You pull it off to smooth out your shirt.

There’s a pause.

“Uhh... can I come in?”

“I’m decent,” you scoff, half nervous but mildly amused.

What could he want at this hour?

“Oh, thank god,” he mumbles as he steps into your room, a laugh tickling his throat. He shuts the door behind him to lean on it and slowly scans the room.

There’s some clothes on the floor, a vanilla scented candle burning, and the airy bounce of music. It’s nothing he recognizes. Your window is shut with the curtains drawn, your bed is half made and closet door left slightly ajar. Tom took in these details with a soft and ginger focus, both avoiding looking at you but also building up to it.

He looks at you with downturned eyes, his brows stiff.

You raise a brow in question, moving towards your laptop on the bed. You sit with one leg on the mattress, swinging the other while you continue to scroll through your email. After a few seconds of silence you muse,

“Sooo, what’s up?”

“Nothing, I just––” Tom leans against your dresser and looks at you again in that crumpled, hole-y white t-shirt and those gray threadbare sweats he never takes off. His dark hair is wildly ruffled and he has an arm crossed over his chest to hold his shoulder as he continues to mumble,

“–– wanna talk to you about some… things.”

Oh.

You blanche, and giggle with a contorted face. This feels so formal, like when your parents try to ask you about your dating life, your sexlife. You tuck some hair behind your ear as you keep yourself calm,

“... Okay, and?”

Tom gulps, visibly, and readjusts his grip on his shoulder. It makes his shirt lift to show you a sliver of skin. He starts slowly,

“Do you like… do thatlike all the time?”

You can only laugh,

“Don’t you?”

He turns bright red, more out of shame for asking at all, rather than innocence. But he has to push through with the questioning to smother his boyish curiosity.

Tom wonders if this feeling is about all women or just you.

The sight of you has him itching to know more. The memory of you makes him impatient.

He tilts his head side to side,

“So like, even when I’m home and stuff?”

And you repeat,

“Don’t you?”

“Yeah, but I uh, and you–– you just? I don’t know–– uh, why?” he blubbering, and puts a fist to his mouth, looking down at the floor. His hair flops forward and he chuckles,

“Sorry. I don’t know why I’m so shocked right now.”

You nod slowly, moving your laptop off your lap and lean back on your hands.

Maybe that was a visual he’s never seen before, or never thought of youdoing before. Maybe he remembers the way you looked, the way your hands touched yourself, or the way your voice sounded as you cooed his name.

Maybe he was remembering something like that.

“Augh,” he groans, shaking his head.

You only nod, unsure of what to say. Are you supposed to comfort him? You don’t know.

But his motions slow, and he pauses. There’s a moment where you hear his ragged inhale, not realizing that he’s met his resolve. He’s found his answer, the next step.

“Tom, uhm, it’s okay––?”

He perks up at your voice, red faded to a boyish pink. He moves towards you, making you jump at the sudden shift in confidence, but he reaches for your bedside table. He pulls open the drawer before you realize what was up.

He’s found the goods.

“HEY!” you yelp, jumping up to grab his wrist, and pull him to your side. He jokingly stumbles back with you, but he’s already seen.You feel an unfair heat climb to your face.

You look at him with your cheeks puffed up and pout. You’re incredibly embarrassed… but not enough to stop yourself from playing along. You repeat in a low whine,

“Hey.”

Tom’s leg lines up with your knee and he swings back and forth, you sway with him. There’s a shit-eating grin on his smug face as he sighs, looking into the still open drawer,

“Really, y/n? Leaving these right next to a bible??”

What?!

“That’s my diary, asshole–– ah, hey!” you stand up as he grabs it quickly.

He holds it up above you both, and even though you can reach it with ease,  you swat at him. Tom looks up teasingly opening and shutting it. His laugh is comfortable and easy, and it makes you feel warm.

You can’t stop yourself from thinking, despite the situation, that, hey,“this is nice.”

You climb your hands up his arm as you return his laughter. You pull it free from his grasp and huff. He smiles back at you, hands falling to his side. His fingers twitch, hesitating, and he grabs his shoulder. He rests his cheek on it, musing,

“Write anything about me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you quip, smacking your lips as you let your eyes fall on his pointed smile. You turn your cheek from him to put it back into your drawer.

“Only good things, I hope,” he continues, coming to your side.

Your cheeks burn as you look into the drawer together. Everything is out in the open.

Your drawer. Your thoughts. Your heart.

Be careful, okay?

Tom brazenly points at one of your three vibrators, quietly sitting amongst your personal items. You can’t bring yourself to look directly at him, unsure of what face you would make under the pressure. You gulp and so does he as he begins to speak,

“... Why… why do you have more than one?”

You shrug, deciding to just be candid, “Feels different.”

He nods and you feel a burning stare on your cheek. He’s waiting for you to explain.

You bite the inside of your cheek as you poke at a dark purple bullet. It’s small and cute, and you take it out, making it stand atop your dresser,

“This was my first one.”

Tom nods again, urging you to continue.

You pull out a gray vibrator with ridges by the tip. You feel that fatal flush roll up your body, thinking about how this onewas The Onethat you were using when he unceremoniously came in. You prop it up on the table,

“That is the one I use most.”

And then there’s a pause. You felt yourself pause for you long and scream internally, not in any particular shame other than the fact that BOTH of you knowthat THIS IS THE ONE!

You segway with a short and curt cough, pulling out the last bright orange vibrator, just laying it on it’s side,

“And this one is too big… and loud.”

Tom sputters an awkward chuckle, “Oh, ahem.”

You try to laugh, starting to put them away as you mumble,

“Okay, bud. Show and tell is over–– kinda expect you to share something personal about yourself now.”

He straightens up his posture only to lean back on one leg. Then, so brazenly, he grabs your gray toy making you yelp. He looks at it as your mouth open and shuts to speak, but when he presses the button to start it your breath gets caught in your throat. He proposes,

“Nothing to share, I always tell you everything.”

Always.

You sit back on your bed in defeat, nothing to hide and nowhereto hide. You hold your cheeks as you squeeze your thigh together tightly.

The silence literally vibrates between you.

“And…. what are you thinking about… right now?”

Everything.

The look on his face registers as pain to you, but with his words you quickly understand.

“About how… I want to know how youuse this.”

“Oh, well, there’s plentyof videos out there, Tom,” you gulp, “Lots of, uhm, stuff out there.”

“Yeah, plenty–– but I’ve never seen it in reallife,” he looks at the toy in his hands, unsure of its devastating power and potential. He flips over his wrist and presses it against his skin.

Those dark brown eyes flicker back to you and you sit awfully still.  You stare at the veins crawling up his arm and he continues,

“... you.”

Hm?

“I won’t tell anybody. But I want to see it.  Seeyou.”

God, this room feels humid, heavy with the implication. The expectation. The what-ifs. The why-nots.

You scrunch your nose, still playing at the “cute and obtuse” angle. You innocently ask,

“And… what would Ibe getting out of this?”

And you know, maybe that was a misstep. Cos it implies that you arethinking about it, that you are thinkingabout showing him what he’s asked for. That you would be somewhat serious about setting up the situation again, letting some convoluted fanfiction scenario play out in real life. YOUR life.

But this is an opportunity anyone would want, right? A chance to say, “yes,” to a cute boy literally begging you to seduce him?

Yeah.

Tom lets out a husky laugh, the sound of sleep scraping his throat,

“Trust? Team building? I’ll buy you ice cream.”

You let out a shrill laugh, falling backwards into your bed. You curl up on your side and mumble into your sheets,

“Oh, ice cream.”

Haha.

But you’re trying so hard to pretend that you aren’t wet and wondering.

“Anything you want, as much as you want,” his voice is calm and cool.

“Is that even a fair trade?”

“Well… I can’t sleep because–– I can’t. It would be for science.”

You scoff, taking the vibrator from his hand and switching it off. You hold it against the bed, tilting your head to look up at him with a little more responsibility,

“Isn’t this… weird? Like, this is weird, right? We… wedon’t just do this. Not for anyone.”

Tom walks up, and leans on knee against your bed, pinning you to your spot,

“No, I don’t think it’s weird. Not at all.”

“That’s cos you’re notthe one doing it.”

He sucks in his cheeks, rationalizing,

“Yeah, but, I’m the one asking to see it. I’m the one losing sleep over it, I’m–– This… this can be ours. Our secret, or something.”

A small smile graces your lips at his fumbling, and it makes him smile too. You absolutely have to  say the cliche thing that mustbe said, just for the sake of it being out there. A disclaimer.

“You… you can’t say you’ll never be able to see me any way other than this. You have to promise you won’t be weird about it later.”

Tom doesn’t say anything.

And maybe that is confirmation enough. That maybe it wasthe worst thing that he saw you doing it in the first place, because now you can’t hide anything from him anymore. The little crush and the little mannerisms and all the little things are now magnified. It’s all grown so big that he’s too curious about it to ignore.

He’s looking at you.

And he wants you to do it again.

“You can’t laugh at me,” you say quietly. The honesty is sickly sweet. And so is the insecurity.

You can’t laugh at the way I’ll look or the sounds I’ll make or how this means so much to me. That this…. This is the admission that I think about you.

A little bit.

“I won’t,” he whispers sincerely, crossing his arms.

Tom gives you a soft smile and crinkled eyes that say, “You can trust me.”

And you look back at him, with all your experiences, your trust and your own curiosity,

“Okay.”

You hang onto the bright look on his eyes for a second, searching for any sign of hesitation. But there isn’t any.

Is that a relief?

You turn towards you laptop, playing the music louder. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter because the sound of you shifting on your bed makes you both shiver.

You look down at yourself, your legs that are already exposed. You pull down your shorts slowly, and toss them lightly to the corner of the bed. You shoot him a look, and he’s scanning up your legs. Nerve wracking.

A laugh bubbles up your throat as you mutter to yourself. You lean back into your pillows and stare up at the ceiling for a moment.

“Don’t you need this?” you look up to see Tom handing you your phone, to look for inspiration.

You hum in response, taking it and pretending to look through.

Would now be a good time to tell him that all the visuals you needed are right in front of you already? Or would thatbe too far.

You blink down hard.

I can do this.

Your clammy hand smoothes over your abdomen, pass the soft space of your hip and under your panties, which were spectacularly unremarkable today. You stroke yourself softly, because you were already sopping.

The brunette looms over you, standing with his legs apart and arms crossed tight. He watches you with trained eyes.

You take the time to ask,

“W-why do you want to see this again?”

He pauses, before groggily answering, “I just need to know.”

Know what?

You nod, eyebrows pinching at the sound of his deepened voice. You reach for your gray vibrator, knowing that Tom had a tight stare over your every move. You shimmy it into your panties, rubbing to find that sweet, sweet spot. Then turn it to the lowest setting.

You let it rest there and feel the shiver radiate upwards. Your head tilts back.

You open your blurring eyes to catch him. He’s marvelling–– he’s never see you like this before. Not exactly defenseless, not exactly overwhelming. Just powerful and plain sexy.

You bite your lip as you eyes flow down the side of his cheek to his open pink lips, down his cheek to the space by his neck. You swallow at the sight of his goddamn arms and the fist he holds so tight underneath them–– the phone falls face down on the bed.

You wonder if you should just up the settings to get it over with––

“I can’t see,” he says suddenly, warm hands on your hips. His palms touch your waist and smooth down over to the hem, expertly hooking his thumbs through the bottom. He looks for your approval.

“Nothing to see,” you plead coy. You lift your hips a bit.

“Lotsto see,” he corrects. He swiftly pulls them out from under you, off of your left leg first. Then he holds your right leg up as he pulls it off, making it nearly straighten in the air as he sits nearly between your legs. Now he has the best view.

You bite back a breathy moan as you instinctively press it to the next setting. The vibration is stronger now, and you feel that lovely pulse. You can stop the throaty gasps and moans now.

Tom runs his hands through his wavy curls as he sets your legs back down, “You changed it?”

“Mhm.”

“Getting close?”

“Maybe,” you manage to laugh, your face contorted in pleasure.

Tom smiles so brightly, his eyes half lidded in lust with your wad of panties held in his fist. His thumb strokes your shin.

And maybe all of that is what gets you because your tilting your chin up and away from his face as you reach your first soft orgasm. Your breath hitches, as you move your vibrator around your slickness and feel the warm pleasure.

It’s still a bit strained because you’re afraid to show it allto him. You breathe in sharp, and accidentally let out a luscious groan.

“Oh, oh,” he murmurs, “That’s it, y/n.” it’s soothing, and you can see the pink emerge on the apples of his cheeks again.

You let out another laugh, rollling your eyes as you lean your face to the side, half buried in your comforter. Your legs slack as you come off your first high, but don’t move the vibrator away, “Ha ha.”

“... You’re going to stop?” he asks.

You give him a look that says, “you want me to keep going?”

And he answers you verbally,

“You can keep… going. ‘Looks like it felt good.”

“Tom…” he stiffens at his name, but doesn’t say anything. And he doesn’t need to plead his case much more because you were already continuing.

You roll the toy up and around your slit, expertly hitting all the spots. And in the fever of searching for your next high you can’t stop yourself from looking at him. You see his clenched jaw, his pecs through the shirt, the really obviousbulge in his pants. You can’t stop.

He opens and closes his hands and you change the position, getting his attention

There’s a haughty smile spreading across his lips.

Tom drops your underwear on your bed, and leans forward,

“Did I hear you say my name the other day? While you were… like this?”

You should stop touching yourself to answer this seriously, but you can’t, “What?”

Tom puts his warm hands around your ankles, pulling you close to him. You shriek as you slid across your comforter. Those hands rub up your thighs, squeezing them and then start rubbing circles with his thumbs.

Oooh.

“I want to hear you say it again.”

What?!

You pout, ready to talk while your eyes go out of focus. You felt a soft wave of new pleasure from the stakes. Damn.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confesses.

You blink at him, feeling your abdomen get tight with his pretty words.

“I needto hear you say it again.”

You can barely think over the sound of his confession, the warm, sticky heat between your legs, the sound of the vibrator competing with the thundering in your heart.

“I’m––” you start to say. The words are caught as you share a look. And then a nod.

We’re on the same page now, right?

“Makeme.”

Tom breathes in at your challenge, taking the bait with relief. You see his shoulders roll back and the naughty, naughty smirk. Is that a dimple you see?

“Oh, I will.”

His hands smooth up your thighs, closer and rougher. His thumbs through your lips making your toes curl at the contact. Then with the side of his finger he slides up your slit, bumping the bottom of your vibrator. He’s pleased to see that you’re dripping.

And you’re frustrated that that single touch was enough to set you off, moaning audibly. You feel yourself reaching that pointagain, tilting your head back.

Then he does it.

While you hold the vibrator steady, he slows sticks a finger in, while his thumbs strokes you up and down. You squeal as he squeezes you, the stars of delight pricking your eyes.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shhhhit––

“Tom!” you stumble over his short name, begging for him already.

He fingers you roughly, pumping in and out of you as you ride this orgasm, fully stimulated. Your back arches as you bounce back on him and focus on this feeling.

His name mixes with profanities and groans–– you’re both in so deep.

“Oh, fuck me,” he mumbles as he leans over you, finger hard at work. He tugs up at your shirt, showing more of your belly. He grins with his brows pulled,

“Look at this pretty girl.”

And now you’re kissing.

You drop the toy, his fingers still inside you. It jumps around, hitting your hip as you throw your arms around his neck. You can’t stop the jittery motion though, urging him closer and closer to you.

You can’t even open your eyes, and maybe that’s why you’re holding him so fiercely. You need to know that he’s right fucking here, and that he’s not going to leave you.

You suck on his bottom lip, then his tongue makes it’s grand entrance, swiping across the edge of your teeth. You let out a giggle at his needy frustration, and how you’re still twitching on a high. You could go on and on like this.

His fingers slow their pace as he feels your body loosen. He slides out and his thumb rolls about your sensitive clit.

With your lips still so close together, he apologizes suddenly,

“Sorry I made you do all this.”

It’s a lure.

“I’ve… wanted to do this,” you try to breeze over, taking the bait. You lean up and kiss him gently, adjusting your hand to hold his shoulders.

He touches your cheek with the back of hand, slowing,

“In general?” he smiles, coaxing you for more, “Not with me?”

You let out a whimper, letting your legs go up and hug around his waist. You steady him and speak with a shy clarity,

“I’ve wanted it to be you. For a while”

Tom kisses your forehead making you giggle, and then he rubs his whole face against his cheek and into your neck. You laugh out his name as he hugs your whole, shaking as his full weight comes on top of you. He murmurs into your shirt,

“Don’t… don’t say that. I forced you to do this whole thing.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I did–– I was being pushy, and you were being nice and––”

“Tom,”  you grope around the bed to find your phone, swiping through as you embrace him. You wiggle free enough to show him your secret and savory folder. You show him a picture of him that he had sent you that one time he was at a beach, and swiped to another one of his face looking away from you and another one––

“I’ve… been like this. For a little while, you didn’t… you didn’t have to do much.”

This is too much, actually.

He grumbles, looking at his own face on your screen before burying himself into your chest again. You hug him gently, and he lightly pounds his fists against the bed,

“Fuck, that’s so cute.”

Hm?

You smile, burying your face at the top of his head. His shampoo smells like honey, something you’ve already known but get to know intimately now. You squeeze his waist with your thighs, but are conscious not to get any of yourselfonto him. He’s still kinda got you spread wide open right now.

“I’ve… wanted you all to myself for a longtime.”

Liar.

You blink, pushing him off to see his face.

He’s got a boyish blush swept across his cheeks and over his nose, and up to his ears. His eye are turned away but shift back to you.

You know that look.

It’s the same one you’ve given him over and over again.

“Noooo, shut up. Stop. this is so gross,” you laugh, shaking your head, “Tom!”

Your feelings are mutual.

No take backs.

Tom smiles warmly, with the eye crinkle that you love so much. You reach up and smooth down his crazy brow, and it doesn’t budge. And you don’t mind, you’ve just always wanted to try.

He leans down again and kisses you and you kiss back with both hands on his cheeks. You feel his cheeks widen into a smile as you smooch, swirling in these summer-y feelings in a room that smells like sex.

In true cheeky Tom nature, he grabs the still vibrating vibrator and presses it against you, making you squeak. You bite his lip as you fall into laughter together–– yours is a little slow cos, god damn, he actually hit the spot you liked most.

He whispers by your ear in deep growl,

“Got any condoms in that magicaldrawer of yours?”

You play back by whisper in his ear, then licking the side of his lobe,

“In the bathroom, asshole.”

“Got it, got it, babe.”

It’s only been like 2 seconds and he’s already assigning you a pet name. How lovely is that?

He takes your hand and places it over his, telling you to take over for him. You hold your vibrator close, sloshing around your excitement.

“Stay wet for me, okay?”

Ha ha.

Tom hops off the bed, and takes his shirt of in an overconfident manner, tossing it to the floor with a soft pat. You can only see his tanned back, but those muscles make you weak. You want to rub your whole body against him.

Like you could just finish right now, but you hold tight for him.

He comes back quickly sans pants, already rolling on a condom. It’s happening so naturally, no fuss. Not even out of experience, but something about your relationship with Tom has been so easy and free of judgement.

Meant to be?

Your eyes fall on his hands wrapped over his dick, surprisingly unsurprisingly the first time you’ve see it. You bit your lip unconsciously as you wait for him, your heart racing.

Tom catches you look and poses for you a bit, flexing his abs tight and making you swoon. You’re able to giggle like this is any regular ass night. Who knew fucking your best friend would be this easy, huh?

He opens that fateful drawer to find some lube and applies it, laughing, “I saw this in there too.”

You pout, but aren’t able to hold it long as you begin to moan softly. You’re calling him, telling him you need him now.

You’re still using the toy as he lines up over you. He holds your cheek and you kiss his thumb as his dark brown eyes fawn over you. Precious.

“Be rough, okay?” you confirm, kissing his thumb again, “Please.”

“Baby,” he groans, “Oh my god.”

Tom props himself up over you as your legs go up. You rub your toy against yourself  and he pushes himself in with strain. You coo as you get use to his size, and he tilts his head back to deliver,

“God, this is so much better than my fucking dreams…”

“Cheesy…” you breathe as you hold his neck weakly.

Tom grunts, winking at you as he begins to pump in and out of you. He’s slow at first, making sure that you’re okay, then quickens. You hold the toy harder against yourself, and grind into him. His eyes are shut,

“... And we’ve wasted so much time.”

It’s okay.

“We have tomorrow,” you affirm.

And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow.

You can fuck me senseless all you like.

You’re not sure if you said that aloud or not because he pounding into you so much harder, and his hands are snaking up your shirt, ripping it up roughly. He rolls your nipple in his hand, excited at the mere sight of your breasts.

“Ahhh…” he moans, a sound that makes your shoulders pull up.

God, that’s gorgeous.

You angle your vibrator to intensify your feeling, get you to where he is. And you’re seeing those stars again.

“Shit,” he mumbles as he looks down to see the work you’re both putting in, to feel your body so close to his. He pins your shoulder down with a heavy hand and you turn to kiss his inner forearm.

“Fuck.”

You start to laugh, happy to see him struggling above you. It’s about damn time. And your high is coming close again. You feel that familiar tension again, saying his name softly in forewarning,

“Tom.”

You look at him sweetly, hugging his neck and pushing your breasts together. You’re aiming for all the weak spots.

He’s ramming into you now, the hand that’s holding your shoulder will surely leave a lovely bruise. His brown hair curls with sweat against his forehead and he’s perfect and beautiful.

The feeling of his dick sliding in and out of you is indescribable, but more than anything, you want his lips so bad. To take his moans in your mouth and to whisper the words, “I like you” into his.

Your breath hitches as you realize your wildest fantasies have literally come true. All cos of an unlocked door and bad, arguably good, timing.

Your breasts bounce in rhythm as you move with him, daring him to split you in two. You’re urging him to slam into you and show you how badly he wants you. Please, please, give you beautiful orgasm number three.

Your nail dig into his broad back and you kiss the side of his neck and collar, leaving marks that will fade only for you to claim again.

For as long as you’ll have me.

Your head falls back as you arch towards him, so, so close to the edge.

“Hey, ‘knock, knock,’”

Tom whispers to you messily.

You can barely register what he’s saying, unsure if you’re even on this plane of existence,

“What?”

Tom smiles so prettily, his teeth poking over his lip as he bends down to kiss your cheek with a smack and sings,

“Can I ‘come’ inside?”

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A/N: king of bad jokes. And bad timing. And everything so bad it’s good. Hope this was worth waiting for!! Thank you guys for being so patient and lovely and checking up on me and giving me so much support and advice! I don’t have any other way to say it other than, thank you! I appreciate it so much!

Read, reblog, comment, send asks, and i’ll see you guys very soon.

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Sleepover

Group: SuperM / NCT Pairing: Lucas (Wong Yukhei) / Female Reader Words: 6,637 Tags: college!au, party time, drinking games, alcohol use, dirty talk, handjob, clitoral stimulation, vaginal sex, pet names Summary: You’re invited to a party by your best friend, Ten, at his apartment. When you get there, you discover the only people who showed up are some of his guy friends (the members of SuperM) and his roommate, Lucas; the one you’d been harboring some strong feelings for ever since he moved in. A night full of drinking games leads to you sneaking into Lucas’ room when everyone else is asleep, all thanks to liquid courage. A/N: I’ve been writing this freaking fic for months. There will eventually be a sequel, but it will not be featuring Lucas/Reader as the center point! I had a lot of fun writing the game section because it really showcased their personalities. Sometimes you just need to write silly filler. Anyway, I really hope y’all enjoy this! :D

“When are you getting back in town again?” Ten asked through the phone screen. He was sitting on his couch, eating lunch while video calling you. His phone was propped up on something, allowing him full use of his hands to enjoy the meal.

You were lying on your childhood bed, having visited your parents for a few days. You weren’t particularly concerned with the camera angle; it was just your best friend. “Tomorrow afternoon. I have Sunday off before I go back to work on Monday.”

“Hey, that’s perfect!” A new voice said just as someone popped their head into the frame. Ten’s roommate, Lucas, was all smiles when he laid eyes on you. “We’re having a party tomorrow night. You should come!”

At the sight of Lucas, you immediately sat up in bed and readjusted the phone to look your best.

Ten noticed, but nudged Lucas away to say, “Oh yeah, we’re having a party tomorrow night. You should come.” His monotonous voice lacked enthusiasm since his roommate spoiled the news.

“That sounds like fun,” you exclaimed, already looking forward to it.

Your friend swallowed a bite of food when a sly darkness came to his gaze. “By the way, you look great. Doesn’t she look great, Lucas?”

You narrowed your eyes on Ten, knowing what he was getting at, but only smiled as Lucas sat down beside him with his own plate of food.

“She always looks great,” the younger replied, shit-eating grin and all as he swept some of his hair out of his face. Then, he wasted no more time to dig into his lunch.

Ten wiggled his eyebrows at you, which only made you even more flustered.

“I gotta go, my mom’s calling for me,” you fibbed to get out of the conversation.

That made Ten suspicious. “I didn’t hear her--”

“See you tomorrow! Bye!”

“Hey, wai-”

You quickly ended the call before tossing your phone away and burying your face in a pillow. That little shit, you thought spitefully about your friend. He knew you carried a torch for Lucas, and never let the chance pass to tease you about it. Lucas was six feet of charming, goofy, raw charisma. He was undeniably handsome, and his smile was to die for. You were in deep, deeper than you ever let Ten know, though he probably figured that out for himself.

However, you couldn’t confront those feelings. What if you did pursue Lucas? What if things didn’t work out, and the awkwardness forced him to move? And then, Ten would have to go through the trouble of finding another roommate. You didn’t want to cause such a fuss. You could keep it in your pants if it meant helping them live in harmony.

Your phone jingled to alert you had received a new text.

Ten: Coward.

If only they could make it that easy on you.

•••••

You traveled home safely from your parents’, and immediately started getting ready for the party. You weren’t sure exactly what kind of party this was, so you opted with a smokey eye and rosy lip look while your clothes were trendy, yet casual enough to be comfortable in. The desire to impress Lucas lingered in the back of your mind...well, more like hovered over your back like a vengeful spirit ready to devour its next soul.

Okay, maybe that was a little dark, but it really was an ominous feeling, damn it!

All you wanted was to have a good time tonight, and if that good time included Lucas’ company, then everything would be perfect.

You made your way to Ten’s apartment around 8 o’clock that evening. You stood outside the door for a solid fifteen seconds, preparing yourself for knocking. Usually, you’d be inclined to stroll in without delay, but for some reason your anxiety was getting the better of you. This was just another party to hang out with some friends...and Lucas...Nothing to get so worked up about.

Knock, knock, knock.

You heard some footsteps approaching before the door swung open and Ten greeted you with a bright smile.

“Hey!” He said, giving you a hug before ushering you in.

“Hi!” You returned, immediately looking around the room. Your face fell a bit.

Sitting in the living room was a group of six other men. You knew all of them, though a couple you considered acquaintances. Mark and Taeyong were friends of Lucas’ you’d only met once before, while Baekhyun, Taemin and Jongin were the ones you saw on a regular basis with Ten.

You figured it must still be early. “Who else is coming?” You asked as you started to unzip your jacket.

“This is it,” Ten announced, motioning to the others.

You paused mid-zip. “Wait, wait, wait. I thought this was a party, not just some night for drinking with your boys.”

“Some people cancelled last minute, so it’s just us! And you! Yayyy,” he responded, sarcasm dripping from his words.

You sighed, feeling a little put-off by being the only girl in a group full of guys, but whatever, you’d roll with it. You finished taking your jacket off, along with your shoes while you were at it.

“Before you start mingling,” Ten began, stepping between you and your line of sight to the living room, “I’m going to take this as an opportunity to let you know something that I found out.” The sudden sinister smile on his lips made your skin crawl. It had to be something interesting for him to make that face.

“Spill,” you demanded.

Ten lowered his voice. “Lucas told Baekhyun who told me that Lucas wants you.”

You raised a brow. “‘Wants me’?”

“Yeah,” he continued, “and he says he loves your smile and you’ve got a nice ass.”

Peeking over Ten’s shoulder, you nearly stared holes into the back of Lucas’ head as he sat on the couch. “And?” You asked to see if there was more while returning your gaze to your best friend.

“Oh, and he thinks you need a man who knows how to dick you down.”

Your mouth dropped.

Ten giggled. “Okay, I added that last part in.”

You rolled your eyes and shoved him playfully. You were still wrapping your mind around this. “Why would Lucas tell Baekhyun that? He literally has the biggest mouth--”

“--Because, unlike us, Lucas doesn’t know better not to tell Baekhyun anything like that,” Ten cut in.

You glanced down at your fidgeting fingers. This felt kind of unreal. You choked back your hesitation to ask, “Does he really want me?”

Ten blinked. “Are you serious? That boy has been fawning over you since Day One.”

Shaking out the anxious energy from your hands, you took a deep breath and primped your hair a bit. If this was true, you had to make sure. Tonight.

You heard Lucas’ voice from behind Ten as he loudly said your name. “You made it!” He exclaimed, bringing you into a warm hug.

You breathed in his cologne and never wanted the hug to end. When he pulled away, much to your internal disdain, you smiled up at him. “Hey, Lucas,” you said before waving at everyone who was now staring at you from across the room. “Hey, guys!”

They all said their hellos as you walked into the living room with Lucas and Ten close behind you.

“Can I make you a drink?” Taemin offered, going to stand from the couch.

“She can do it her damn self,” Ten quipped as he took a seat on the floor by the coffee table.

You started poking his side with your toes, knowing it was going to bug him.

He swatted at your foot, but you moved too quickly for him to touch you. You stuck your tongue out at him.

“C’mon, I’ll make it for you,” Lucas said with a laugh. He placed one of his large hands on the small of your back and guided you towards the kitchen.

You ignored the silence that followed as everyone watched the two of you leave, but you were relieved when Ten started up the conversation with, “Which one of these drinks was mine again?”

“You should’ve gotten a Sharpie so we could write our names on the cups…” Jongin stated.

“That would have required thinking ahead,” Baekhyun teased, sipping at his own drink.

Mark chimed in, “You really don’t have a Sharpie? Anywhere?”

Ten sent a glare around the room. “Fresh out.”

Their discussion faded as your focus was overwhelmed with Lucas’ presence.

“Whatcha got a taste for?” He asked, motioning to the plethora of alcohol and mixers scattered across the kitchen counter.

You couldn’t really say ‘your dick’ without dying of shame, so instead you went for, “A shot of tequila.”

Lucas smirked and reached for a shot glass from one of the cabinets. “Anything else?” He questioned as he poured your shot.

You snatched it off the counter and tilted your head back, downing it. You hissed a bit before setting the glass down. If you got some alcohol in your system quickly, you would surely loosen up and relax more. That was your logic. Your eyes flickered to his as a flirtatious smile played on your lips. “Another shot of tequila?”

The low chuckle that came from his direction traveled straight to your core. “Don’t go too hard yet, we’ve still got games to play,” he informed you while pouring your second shot.

You tossed the tequila back once more. “But I like to go hard,” you couldn’t stop yourself from saying.

A look of surprise crossed his face, but you quickly turned away to mix yourself a cocktail. You cursed your dirty mind. Maybe he didn’t catch the innuendo in your words…

After you stirred your drink, you let Lucas--who was now awfully quiet--lead you back out into the living room.

Taeyong stood from the couch and offered you the seat. “The lady shouldn’t sit on the floor,” he declared, sitting down beside Mark.

Your cheeks flushed, and you wondered if it was from the gentlemanly act or the tequila.

Probably both.

You thanked Taeyong and sat between Baekhyun and Taemin. Lucas wheeled in the computer chair from his bedroom, while the others remained on the floor.

Ten clapped his hands together and rubbed his palms against each other. “Since this is it, how about we start a game?” He suggested.

“What game?” A few questioned simultaneously.

“I thought we could start with a game called ‘Most Likely,’” he continued. “Basically, we’ll go around in a circle. Each person thinks of a question to ask everyone in the room, like, who is ‘Most Likely to fall asleep first at a sleepover?’ Or ‘Most Likely to lose their phone while it’s on silent?’ Silly questions, dirty questions, all are welcome. Then, everyone points to the person they think are Most Likely to do so. Whoever has the most fingers pointed at them has to drink!”

“That sounds like fun!” Mark gabbed.

“Then, I’ll start!” Ten announced. “Everyone got their drinks? Yeah? Okay! Who is Most Likely to feel comfortable walking around naked?”

Baekhyun started to laugh. “Oh, we’re starting out dirty right from the get-go, huh?” When everyone’s fingers pointed in his direction, his smile faltered and he pouted. “Hey! Are you guys ganging up on me?”

“Are you really going to sit there and act like you don’t?” Jongin said in disbelief.

“W-Well, no, but--”

“THEN DRINK!” Ten and Taemin demanded.

Baekhyun begrudgingly took the first sip of the game before boasting, “Me next!” He tapped his chin in thought before asking, “Who’s Most Likely to eat an entire pizza in one sitting?”

Fingers gravitated to Lucas.

Without even arguing, Lucas raised his cup to his lips.

The next few questions went by with brief discussions.

You asked, “Most Likely to get a million followers on a social media platform?” Unanimously decided that would be Taemin.

Taemin asked, “Most Likely to become an evil mastermind and plan to take over the world?” Well, that was right up Ten’s alley, though it was agreed you’d be his minion.

Taeyong asked, “Most Likely to forget something at the grocery store if they don’t have a list?” He shot a playful glare at Mark, to which the younger apologized to his own roommate ‘for the thousandth time.’

Mark asked, “Most Likely to become a supermodel?” One would think it went to Lucas since he was so tall, but everyone agreed there was something about Jongin that would draw the eye in that sort of situation.

Jongin stared into his drink for a few seconds as he thought. “Most Likely to abandon their room because of a spider?” A smile crept to his lips as all the fingers pointed to you.

You narrowed your eyes on each person before defending, “Okay, first of all, when it’s a big spider and it disappears from my sight, of course I’m going to get the fuck out of that room!”

Baekhyun snorted. “Until someone else comes and finds it and kills it for you.”

“Remember that time you slept in your living room for five days because you couldn’t find that one spider?” Ten brought to your attention.

You glared at your best friend. “Go to hell.”

“We’ll ride down together, my little minion,” he cackled. “Now drink.”

You took a big gulp from your cup.

The game continued. Lucas asked, “Most Likely to spend an entire day playing video games?”

The vote had barely even come down to Baekhyun before he raised his hand. “I’ll take that crown, thank you!” He beamed, taking a drink.

You giggled. This was actually pretty fun.

“Okay, we’re back to me,” Ten announced, carefully picking out his next question. “Most Likely to become an escort?” He wiggled his eyebrows towards Taemin, obviously thinking everyone would choose him.

Ten didn’t expect the fingers around the room to point at him again. After more thought…they were probably right. "Okay, yeah, I can see that,” he started, “but listen, I have very expensive tastes. I just need a sugar daddy instead."

Laughs filled the room, but then Taemin chimed in, "You say that, but..." He glanced at Taeyong, who'd yet to have been picked for a question. "Who's most likely to be a sugar baby?"

Most fingers were directed at Taeyong.

Ten, who was pointing at himself, pouted, but ended up nodding in agreement. "Yeah. Yeah, I can see that."

Taeyong’s face flushed. “But why me?!”

Leaning over from his seat, Taemin jokingly grabbed Taeyong’s chin and squeezed his cheeks together. “You’re sweet, and who wouldn’t give money to that face?” He mocked, though laughed loudly as Taeyong slapped at his hand.

“Are you trying to say that I would take money from some old dude just because I’m cute?” Taeyong’s cheeks were blood red at this point. His flustered gaze was on the ground. You noticed that Ten couldn’t take his eyes off of him.

Baekhyun crossed one leg over the other, smirking over at the embarrassed man. “Who said it had to be an old dude? There are lots of women out there who’d love to have you around.”

You kept your gaze on Ten, picking up on the subtle twitch of his eyebrow when Baekhyun spoke about a woman getting Taeyong’s attention. Oh, so I’m not the only one with the hots for someone… You thought, stifling a giggle.

“You’d be crazy not to,” Ten butted in, finally tearing his eyes away from Taeyong. You knew your best friend, and you knew he wasn’t always one to act on his feelings unless he was sure of the other party’s attraction to him as well. He swirled his drink around in his cup. “Free money? Hell yeah.”

Taeyong finally sent a glance at your friend, a distant look of hurt in his gaze. “Nothing’s ‘free’, Ten.”

Ten couldn’t stop himself from poking a bit more fun. “Okay, so you’ll have to do a bit of literal ass kissing, but you’ll be living comfortably,” he said with a laugh.

You exchanged awkward glances with Lucas, and you immediately knew he caught on to Ten’s feelings as well. It may not have been obvious to anyone else, but you two were the ones he was closest with.

You brought your arm down in front of you, as if cutting the tension with a knife. “All right, all right, next question…”

A few more rounds went by before it came to Mark again. Like his roommate, Mark’s cheeks were also flushed, but you realized he was a bit drunker than the others in the room. His drink was almost gone, and if you remembered correctly, Lucas may have mentioned at some point that his friend was a lightweight. “Most Likely to pierce their dick?” Mark almost slurred.

Lucas motioned to you. “That’s not fair, she can’t answer that!”

Mark rolled his eyes. “Fine, pierce their ‘genitals’?”

“That just sounds even dirtier,” Jongin murmured.

Ten chuckled, “The dirtier the better, in my opinion, but it sounds like Mark’s the one who’s interested in it.”

“I never took Mark as being that kinky,” Baekhyun snickered.

Mark gasped and shook his head vigorously. He immediately regretted that. He lifted his hands to his temples, trying to massage the headache and nausea away.

“What the hell is he drinking?” You inquired, curious to what had him so messed up this early in the night. You looked around at the others, but froze when you realized Lucas was staring at you. When he quickly averted his eyes, you felt a flutter in your stomach.

Taemin snorted at your question. “I made him a drink; it must’ve been too strong for him.”

If Mark’s concoction from Taemin was that strong, now you were grateful that you made your own drink.

“Are you still okay to play?” Lucas asked Mark.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” the younger insisted.

“Then, let’s keep going,” Ten declared.

It was Jongin’s turn. “Most Likely…” He pondered for a few seconds. “Most Likely to have sex in public?”

Even Taemin pointed at himself. “What can I say, I like the thrill?” He rubbed the back of his neck innocently.

When the time came for Lucas’ next question, he leaned his elbows on his knees and looked around at the people in the room. “Who is Most Likely to be a pornstar?” His low voice sent tingles to your fingertips.

Such a dirty question from the man you liked so much. That was all it took for your mind to drift off at the thought of Lucas being a pornstar. You imagined him slowly taking off his clothes, and giving you ‘come hither’ eyes. He was so tall, you were sure he had to be packing. His hands would travel down his chest, his solid abdomen, eventually reaching the waistline of his underwear. The ‘V’ line of his hip bones trailing under the fabric.

“Hello? Earth to--”

You snapped out of your trance and realized everyone was waiting for your answer. You cleared your throat and absently voted for Taemin like everyone else.

“I’m the answer to all of these. Why am I the pervy one?” He puffed his cheeks out.

“Well, if the cock ring fits…” Baekhyun joked, making everyone start laughing.

Taemin reached over you to slap Baekhyun’s arm, but you ended up tickling him under his own arm. With a gasp, he sat back and gawked at you. “Excuse me, I’m sensitive!”

“Yeah, sure,” you giggled. Your eyes flickered over to Lucas.

He was watching you again, and you couldn’t help but feel a tinge of jealousy coming from his direction.

After a few seconds, you finally looked over to Ten to see him giving you a suggestive smile. You immediately cursed his existence as he asked the next question.

“Most Likely to sleep with a friend’s friend?”

Fingers from around the room, including your own, pointed to Ten, yet his and Baekhyun’s were pointing to someone else.

Lucas.

Mark burst into laughter. “Lucas?! Yeah, right! This goody two-shoes?!”

Lucas’ face turned red all the way to his ears. “Shut up, Mark. Taeyong, take his drink--”

“NO!” Mark shouted, suddenly downing the rest of the alcohol in his cup.

A moment of chaos broke out as Taeyong and Lucas leapt to get the cup, but it was too late, and everyone else was laughing hysterically.

Meanwhile, your eyes briefly met Ten’s. You glanced to Taeyong, back to Ten, and gave him a knowing smile. “Lucas isn’t the only one most likely, huh?” You whispered. That seemed to shut him up for a moment before you stood and went into the kitchen. Taking a deep breath away from everyone else, you were trying to keep your cool. The way Lucas reacted to that last question, the way he’d been staring at you all night, the way he gently touched your back earlier; Ten was right, Lucas liked you way more than you wanted to acknowledge.

You were ready to give in.

After refilling your drink, you returned to the living room.

Ten beamed at you. “She’s back! Let’s play another game! It’s called ‘Flip Cup’--” He paused, looking at the youngest in the room. “Mark should probably sit this one out, though…”

•••••

3 A.M.

The party had settled about an hour before. The guys were too drunk to go home, so Ten and Lucas helped set them up to sleep in the living room while you changed into the spare set of pajamas you left over here for situations like this. It was also obvious that you were going to stay in Ten’s room.

“I can sleep on the floor,” you had told him after he suggested sharing the bed. It wouldn’t have been the first time.

“...Are you sure?” Ten asked, purely confused.

You nodded, taking a pillow from the bed. You had a plan, and you were just drunk enough to have the confidence to do it.

Luckily, you were too wired to accidentally fall asleep, so you laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling for a while until you were sure Ten was passed out. When you finally built up the courage to get out of your makeshift bed, you carefully stepped over to the door and opened it. Turning your head, you took one final glimpse at your best friend, who was sound asleep, before closing the door. You could hear soft snores coming from the living room as you crossed the hall to Lucas’ room. You stared at the doorknob for a long while.

You had to get out of your head if you were going to do this.

Just fucking do it, you snapped at yourself. Grasping the handle, you twisted the knob and peeked your head into the room.

Lucas was curled up in his blankets, his head tilted to the side where you couldn’t see.

Ever-so slowly, you entered the room and locked the door behind you. It was now or never. Creeping over to his bedside, you lifted the covers and crawled into the bed. You waited a few seconds to see if Lucas would stir, but his steady breathing reassured you that he was fast asleep.

How did you want to do this? His body heat radiated under the blankets and you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to him. Scooting over, you snuggled into his side and let your hand flitter down his bare abdomen to find solace between his legs. You praised his creator, who blessed him so, while you massaged his length through the sweatpants he wore. It soon twitched to life.

Lucas let out a soft grunt before stirring from his drunken slumber. He slowly turned to look at whoever was touching him, squinting through the darkness to lay eyes on you. You could see the confusion pass through his expression, as if he were wondering if this was some alcohol-induced wet dream.

You flashed him a sweet smile, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” He quietly croaked, his voice pitchy before he tried to clear the grogginess.

You kept your voice down to tell him, “Ten said Baekhyun said you wanted me. Well, here I am.” You squeezed on his hardening cock, palming it a bit more firmly.

Lucas leaned his head back, sighing with pleasure. He didn’t know whether to curse or praise Baekhyun’s big mouth. A soft groan left him, his hips lifting to meet your hand.

You swallowed hard. There was something about the sounds he was making and the way he was moving that made you want to wreck him. “What exactly was it you wanted from me, baby boy?” You asked, gripping even harder onto him.

Your pet name sent a chill through his body. When he realized just how strong your grip was on his aching cock, trapped inside his sweatpants, Lucas knew you wouldn’t let him beat around the bush. “Everything,” he answered.

You raised a brow. “That’s awfully greedy, and very vague. C’mon, baby, tell me what you want from me?”

Lucas met your sultry gaze through the darkness. “You. I just want all of you,” he replied earnestly. “Since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

Your face felt hot as your hand faltered briefly. “And you’ve kept that a secret? For months?!”

His hips moved to get some kind of friction on his length from your hand. He took a deep breath and nodded. “I thought it was obvious!” He defended before you shushed him.

“You need to be quiet. Everyone’s asleep,” you told him. Pulling the blankets back, you maneuvered yourself to straddle his waist and stared down at him while grinding down on his groin. “I want everything from you, too, Lucas...Let’s make up for lost time.” Your voice was soft, but your words were so sincere that you felt him twitching under you in response to hearing them.

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you to say that,” he growled, sitting up to grab the back of your neck. He guided your lips to his and thrust his tongue into your mouth.

You whimpered, taking in every taste of toothpaste and lingering alcohol. You scratched your nails down his chest before playing with the hem of his sweatpants.

“Wait--” Lucas breathed, breaking apart from the kiss. He pulled your shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside as he moved to kiss what skin was revealed of your breasts. His fingertips grazed around your waist and up your back, his touch hot and needy to get you naked as well. He managed to unclip your bra and bit down on the delicate flesh just above one of your nipples while he slipped it off.

Gasping at the sensation, your head fell back while your hips rotated down onto him. “I need you...” The whine slipped from your lips with a desperate yearning. Just hearing your words made him moan out in response, making your hand quickly cover his mouth. You hardly meant the words you were about to say, but you wanted to see his reaction. “We can’t do this if you’re going to be loud. Maybe I should go--”

The panic in his eyes almost made your heart burst with affection. He didn’t have a right to be this cute. “Stay! Stay!” He whispered against your hand. As he pressed his chest against yours, he nudged your hand away to fiercely capture your lips. You could feel in the way he held you, his nails now dragging down into the flesh of your back; he wasn’t going to let you go. You were hopelessly lost in his kiss.

As his fingers traveled lower behind you, they reached your pajama pants and dipped under the fabric to find you weren’t wearing anything underneath. Lucas’ hand slipped even further down to delve its fingers between your sopping wet folds. He let out a heavy breath against the kiss, dipping a tentative finger into your pussy.

Your eyes widened and you shuddered, your breathing just as feverish as you rotated your hips into his touch. His finger swirled around in your juices, and it was muddling your mind. You came into this wanting to wreck him, and suddenly it was very much turning the other way. You pressed your hands on his shoulders, pushing him down onto the bed and breaking from his kiss.

Lucas stared up at you with those bright, puppy-dog eyes. “What’s wrong?” He was nearly breathless.

That made you smile. “I just need more than your finger,” you admitted, helping him rid his sweatpants. When you were perched atop his naked body, you finally saw what you were getting yourself into. Well--more like what was going to get into you. Your mouth fell open a bit, but you quickly shook off your initial shock. Feeling it through pants and seeing it in all its glory were a bit different.

He tried to hold back a smirk, but the way you were looking at him only boosted his ego. He said your name, which snapped you out of your daze. “Is everything okay?” The mock in his voice only irked you.

You nodded, trying to ignore that smug little way he smiled up at you. Licking your lips, you started rubbing your warmth against his cock. As it grazed your clit, you lifted a hand to your mouth to keep back any noise. That felt really good. You grinded down even harder, bringing sighs of ecstasy from both of your mouths. Your hips had built up to a pace that eventually made Lucas growl and flip you over onto your back.

“No more teasing,” he declared, his cock prodding at your entrance. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Then fuck me, baby boy,” you hissed as you parted your legs even more for him.

Lucas brought you into another kiss to stifle both of your moans as he finally guided his cock into you. It was a tight squeeze, taking a half-dozen minimal thrusts until he had sheathed most of himself inside. Your walls clenched down around him, and it was like he was in heaven on earth. He swallowed every sound that threatened to escape your mouth.

Your legs wrapped around his waist as you clung to his broad frame. When he withdrew his length and gave you his first full thrust, you quickly realized that staying quiet was going to be a real problem.

That thought also occurred to Lucas. He, however, had no intention of holding back anymore. Parting from your lips, Lucas gazed down to see a hopeless look in your expression and smiled. “Mm, you feel so good, sweetheart,” he purred, building up a strong rock of his hips.

You gasped and bit your bottom lip. Your eyes were glued to his. The more he thrust, the harder it became to stay sane. Clapping a hand over your mouth, you panted into your palm.

It was easy to hear the ragged way you were trying to keep some control over your sounds. You were so adorable. He had wanted this for months, and now that you were finally here with him, his bed wasn’t so lonely anymore. He prayed you were enjoying yourself as much as he was. “Is it good for you?” He murmured, nipping a kiss on your forehead.

“Yes,” you rushed under your breath, “yes, yes, yes!” Your hands wove themselves into his hair and attempted to yank him back down to kiss again.

Lucas lowered his head a few inches, just enough to graze your lips before he lifted it again. He waited for a whine of objection before he grinned at you. He sat backward on his haunches and steadily gripped your waist. He wet his lips as he studied the way your bodies met through the shadows. “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know?” He said, not much caring for the volume of his voice. “I can’t get enough…” He leisurely drew his hips back, watching every inch of his dick as it pulled out to its head. He paused just a moment before sliding in as much as he could possibly fit inside you.

You nearly choked on air as he touched you so deeply. Your hands scrambled to grab onto his wrists, as if gripping onto them would get you some semblance of control over the situation, but no. Lucas was in control now.

The seductive smile that met you through the darkness of the room made it quite clear of that.

When you felt him start to work his hips in such a way that was making the head of his cock touch your sweet spot with every caress, you were frantic. You couldn’t hold back the moan that slipped into the air, and you knew the thin walls of the apartment would do nothing to shroud it.

His eyes danced. “Do you like that spot?” He asked with fascination. Giving his next thrust a bit more gusto, you groaned loudly before you could catch yourself. It finally occurred to you what he was doing.

Lucas seemed to have a determination to make you wake the whole freaking apartment.

Not him.

You.

If there was one thing Lucas should know about you by now, though, it was that you were stubborn. You glared at him. “You’re doing this on purpose!” You half-heartedly spat.

His thrusts halted again. “Doing what?” He asked obliviously.

“Trying to wake everyone up!”

He snorted. “Need I be the one to remind you again that YOU woke ME up?!”

You rolled your eyes. “I thought it would be kinky, but you’re just trying to make it awkward for everyone else!”

Running his tongue over his teeth, Lucas let those words hover between you before he abruptly pulled out of you.

Honestly, he could have leaned down, captured your lips again, and kept at it that way, but he came up with a different plan. You wanted kinky, after all… “Fine. You want to stay quiet?” You were in utter confusion before you felt his large hands flip you over onto your stomach. He roughly grabbed your hips and lifted your ass. “Bite the sheets,” he snipped, thrusting back into you with reckless abandon.

Doing what you were told, you clamped your eyes shut and gritted the sheets between your teeth as you struggled to remain silent. Lucas kept up the relentless pace for a few minutes until you heard him curse softly and his hips stutter.

You hadn’t quite built up to your peak yet, so the reality of Lucas meeting his end made your stomach drop.

Until you felt him grip onto your waist even harder and quickly pick the tempo up again.

You were shocked. “D-Didn’t you just come?” You asked over your shoulder.

Lucas wiped some sweat from his forehead. “Yeah, but fuck, you feel so good. I can’t stop,” he grunted, slamming into you. “You said you like it hard, right?”

His stab at what you said earlier in the night had you whimpering, “So hard! God, yes, fuck me hard!”

“Shut up, or else you’ll wake everyone up!” He put pressure on your back and pinned you to the bed. “Unless you want everyone to hear you panting like a bitch in heat over my cock…”

Your jaw fell open as you tried to quickly turn and snap at him, but Lucas had a hand over your mouth before you could say a word.

He leaned over your body to growl into your ear, “Tell me I’m wrong.” He drove his cock as deeply as possible into your clenching cunt. “Tell me you aren’t a writhing mess from me fucking you.” He didn’t give you a chance to answer before he pinched your nose. He continued bucking into you as he cut off your access to oxygen.

Digging your fingers into the sheets below you, it was a frantic attempt to stay conscious as your body finally broke down. Succumbing to his powerful thrusts, you climaxed just before you could black out. Lucas’ hand withdrew from your face in time to keep you awake. Your ears were ringing, you were seeing stars, and your pussy was convulsing around him.

With a groan of pleasure, Lucas rested his head on your shoulder as he came again.

There was a moment of silence that felt more like a high-pitched buzz as the sensation of release hummed through your bodies. Lucas slid out of you just as he slumped onto the mattress beside you. He couldn’t meet your eyes, so he covered his face with his hands instead.

All at once, you felt your senses return to you and you were aware of what was happening. Lucas had laid down and hid himself from you, and you had no clue why. Reaching out for him, you used what strength you had left to reveal the embarrassment on his face. “Are you okay?” You asked, nuzzling his jaw with your nose.

Lowering his hands, with your help, he gaped at you in disbelief. “I should be asking YOU that!” He exclaimed, flipping onto his side. He grabbed your head in his hands and peppered kisses all over your face. “I went overboard, I’m so sorry! I can’t believe I said those things to you!”

You started laughing at his burst of affection. “Lucas, it’s okay,” you laughed, finally catching his lips as they went to peck your cheek. Getting lost in the kiss, you relaxed only when you felt his body start to settle down. Eventually, you pulled away and wrapped your arms around his midsection, burying your face in his chest. “I didn’t realize you were into that…” You said with amusement.

“I don’t know where it came from! You must have brought that out of somewhere in the depths of me,” he joked, lightly scratching his nails up and down your back.

“...I liked it,” you admitted.

A cheesy grin came to his lips, but you were too busy being smothered by his sculpted chest to know it. “...I like you.” His voice was low and sincere.

You giggled and pressed teasing kisses along his collarbone, emphasizing each word. “I. Like. You. More.”

His embrace tightened around you. “I doubt that,” he cooed, pressing a single kiss to the top of your head. A thought occurred to him. “...Ten is going to wonder where you went in the morning, and then what will we tell him?”

“The truth,” you stated simply. “You know, that we’re together now.”

“It’s about time,” he joked, resting his chin against your head.

“Yeah,” you agreed, “it is.”

•••••

Just as things settled down in Lucas’ bedroom, things in the living room were settling as well. Having roused from the sounds coming from down the hall, Jongin, Taemin, Baekhyun and Taeyong were staring at various places around the room with wide eyes. Meanwhile, Mark was passed out, snoring on a futon in the corner of the room. Apparently, he could sleep through anything when he was that drunk.

When it seemed like the main attraction was over, Baekhyun grumbled, “Finally!” And Taemin mumbled something along the lines of, “I can sleep now.” Steady breathing filled the room again.

Everyone else had fallen back asleep, yet Taeyong’s eyes were on the ceiling. He couldn’t stop the thoughts racing through his head. He glanced at the hallway to see a light dimly shining from underneath Ten’s door. He had to be awake too.

If you could be brave, then Taeyong convinced himself he could be as well. He crawled out of his makeshift bed and tiptoed over to Ten’s room. He could do this…

[ren1327]

Pretty Boy ch.1

“Come on, Girl.”

If you asked Ben Pincus-Masrani to describe himself, he would respond that he was thin, pale, not very extraordinary. Not even normal. Forgettable wallflower was he.

And he liked it that way.

He smiled down at his little corgi with her extra stubby tail.

Bad tail docking and a “defected ear” had made her less valuable to her owner, but more loveable to him. He remembered when his stepfather had told him about one of his business associates giving her away. Ben had cooed at her picture and the very next day, Simon had acquired her.

She was a year old now, her tail a little bump and left ear still folded halfway down. He knew it could pop up one day or stay folded over.

He’d love her as is.

She had been his constant companion since he had started University last year.

Bumpy wore little green and white booties and a matching vest for her leash, excitedly sniffing at whatever she found on the pavement of the city street they walked down. Ben smiled at her as she waved her whole back half, barking at a dandelion that broke through the sidewalk.

He thought yellow would be cute on her. It was quickly approaching autumn and he was due to buy her some more little jackets and boots.

Ben groaned as they passed an overfilled dumpster in a large open alley, the smell of spoiled milk making him gag. Bumpy led him away, as if sensing his discomfort.

He made his way to a one story building, Bumpy jumping up the steps one at a time to join him by the wood and glass door. He opened the door for her and she excitedly waddled in, sitting by the counter as an old Latino man with his grey and black hair in a ponytail came over.

“Hey, Santi.” Ben said.

“Morning, Benito.” He said with a smile. “Morning, Bumpy.”

Bumpy barked and stood, her hips waving back in forth excitedly.

Santi’s husband poked his head out, curly blond hair held back by a headband and his glasses a little smudged.

“Oh, Ben! You just missed Sammy.” He said.

“Billy Brennan-Gutierrez.” Santi scolded playfully. “Sammy said he changed his shift. Twice, remember?”

“Right!” He said. “Sorry, Honey. Must’ve been distracted by that new exhibit Alan promised to invite us to.”

Santi rolled his eyes good naturedly and smiled at Ben. “This man.”

“It’s fine. Dad was getting ready to fly over to New York for some party, so I was video chatting with him and totally forgot to text her on the bus.”

“Bus?” Billy asked, walking to the counter. “How did you like it?”

“I took the green line.” Ben said. “More…clean.”

“Ah. The public access line your father is funding?” Santi said. “It’s been an amazing help around the community. City planning is really a gift.”

“Yeah. Dad cares more about customer satisfaction. He even asked if the animals at the zoo were happy.” Ben said as Billy laughed. “And right now I know he’s gonna charm new investors.”

“I get it. It’s always go, go, go.” Santi said. “Billy and I will take care of your pretty girl. Go on to work.”

Ben kneeled and kissed his dog on her forehead. She wigged and liked his cheek.

“Bye, Bumpy. I’ll come get you later, okay?” He said and gave her leash to Santi.

He waved as he walked out and set out to a nearby bus stop with a green leaf, taking a breath as he looked at a message from his parents saying they arrived safely, his mother resting in the hotel room and his father already in a meeting.

“You got this, Dad.” He text back.

 *

 Brew-tiful Roast was the only refurbished building not owned by the college but funded independently by several of the first alumni and John Hammond himself. It was a brick and glass building with a brick and iron barred wall around it, where a garden area and several outdoor tables with wooden benches under a thick iron and heavy waterproof tarp Professor Carr of the physics department had donated almost a decade ago. Several other alumni donated money to modernize the area for student comfort and relaxation when the library and cafeteria were too much stimulation.

The inside was open with many well spaced tables, cushioned booths and a back wall lined with tinted muffled noise square privacy pods in the back. Many plants and flowers decorated tables, soft slow blinking white and blue LED lights showing where charging stations were and orb shaped hanging lamps that lit the café up.

Finally was a large refrigerated black glass top counter and display where many sandwiches, pastries, packs of baked chips and crackers, packaged fruit and several salads were displayed along with bottled lemonade, teas, sodas and waters that were always sold at a quarter. They could be taken to the counter and warmed after they were bought or warmed in one of the three communal microwaves.

“One banana avocado smoothie with fiber and whey!” Sammy called, smiling as she handed back change.

Ben’s finger and hands flew over the ingredients as he chopped, scooped and mixed the fruit before throwing it into a clean blender with ice and cold cream, and letting it run. Mixing it a final time, he poured the cold thick mixture in large cup with a star drawn on by Sammy. He put it on the counter where a young Latina woman with large glasses waited.

“No whip, just how you like.” He said with a smile.

“Thanks Benji.” She said with a wink.

Her best friend, Franklyn smiled nervously from next to her.

“What brings you to the front?” He asked as Zia sipped her smoothie with a pleased hum. “I thought you didn’t like being up here where there are so many—too many in fact, people.”

“Professor Malcom said it’d be best for me to get a few months exposed to more people.” He said and mixed caramel into Franklyn’s sugar free French vanilla ice coffee. “So I got low traffic shifts after morning classes.”

“How’s going clean treating you?” Zia asked, eyes softening on her younger classmate.

“Ah…” He looked to the side. “Got a bit of a no sleeping issue some nights, but hey. More time to think up new smoothies and teas.”

“You are aware this is Brew-Tiful Roast.” Zia asked with a smile. “As in, coffee?”

“Good thing Mr. Van Owen and Gray love it. Plus,” He smiled and put a hand to his hip in pride. “Yours truly has helped increase sells with my smoothies and tea mixes.”

“Way to go, Plant Nerd.” Zia said and slipped a five in his pocket. “For Bumpy. Get her some of those yummy carob biscuits.”

Ben handed Franklyn his cup. “Thanks. But you know I’m fine for money. With Dad and everything, honestly, this is just so I...”

Franklyn nodded. “We get it, Ben. Normalcy is…admirable.”

“Besides. I get to use my earnings to get my own place. With my own money.” He said excitedly.

Franklyn’s watch beeped. “Oh, shoot! I got to get to my Mathematical Theory class. Professor Murphy invited Ian Malcom today!”

“Get me an autograph?”

“He’s got five of the same damn book in his bag. We’ll get ya one, Benji.” Zia said with a sigh. “If you need anything—”

“I’m okay, Zia.” Ben said. “But thanks.”

She smiled as Franklyn sped out with a wave.

“Man, seems like forever since she took you under her wing.” Sammy said as the line slowed, leaving only a few people at tables typing away at laptops or talking among themselves.

“Yeah. Both Malcoms at Hammond University. Bet you he’ll crash Professor Malcom’s class.”

“He’s a Dad.” Sammy giggled as she wiped down the counter. “He kinda has an obligation to check in.”

As if on cue, her phone vibrated and she smiled at a picture of Bumpy sleeping on her back, showing it to Ben.

“Aw~” He cooed. “Send it?”

“Already done.” She giggled.

The door chimed and Sammy smiled at the newcomers before her face fell.

“Hi Darius. Kenji.” She said.

“Hey, Sammy. Got anything good today?” Darius, a paleo-researcher and Sammy’s classmate in zoological studies said.

“I got donuts.” She said. “And chicken pesto sandwiches.”

“I’ll take two of each.” Darius said as his taller Asian friend sauntered over to Ben.

“Huh, never seen you around here, Pretty Boy.” He said.

Ben looked up and froze.

Tall, tan, muscular and very, oh so very handsome.

Ben could feel his cheeks heating. “Um, what?”

Sammy’s hands came on his shoulders and pulled him a bit away from Kenji.

“Ben here usually works in the back.”

“That’s a shame. I guess you’re why this place is called Brew-tiful.” He said with a wink.

“Ben.” Sammy said. “Can you do me a favor and get more cups before the lunch rush?”

“Oh.” Ben said, snapping out of his trance. “Sure.”

 *

 As soon as Ben went through the kitchen door, Sammy slammed a hand down on the counter.

“No.” She said sternly.

“What?” Kenji asked.

“Brooklynn told me what happened with your last three girlfriends and boyfriend. All in a week!” She hissed.

“What?” Kenji asked. “There wasn’t a connection.”

“Here’s a connection. Don’t just date people cause their cute!” Sammy said.

Darius looked between the two.

“Kenji. Come on, Man. Ben looks…fragile.” He said.

“He works in a coffee shop, Darius. You gotta be pretty tough to work in food service.”

“Kenji.” Sammy said. “Not Ben.”

Before Kenji could respond, his phone rang. He looked at his phone and sighed.

“I’ll be back another time.” He said. “Looks like Dad needs to see me in person.”

“I’ll get back okay.” Darius said. “You go ahead.”

Kenji took the bag Sammy held out, slipping a $20 on the counter.

“Tell Ben I said bye.”

“No.” Sammy said with a deadpanned expression.

Kenji saw Ben look through the door of the kitchen window. He smirked and winked at him, enjoying how Ben ducked his head and reddened.

Kenji left and got into his car, sitting for a moment to watch Ben come out and shake hands with Darius.

“Damn. He really is pretty.” He said as he started the engine, big pine green eyes haunting his thoughts as he drove home.

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feat. from JP - Ian Malcolm, Tim Murphy and John Hammond

 JP2 - Kelly Malcom, Eddie Carr and Nick Van Owen

JP3 - Billy Brennan

JW- Zia, Franklyn and Gray

Love me some side characters. Thanks for reading!

Stay Sweet~

[dyke-remy]

Live And Let Die, part 3

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Description: Agent 008 and Agent 009, professional spies for the MI6 with liscense to kill. Partners in both work and love. After an agent goes missing the partners have to once more go out into the field. (It’s a James Bond AU)

You don’t need to know anything about James Bond to be able to read this fic, trust me

Cw: Described assasination

Words: 3832

The sun had just about risen when the agents woke up. It was the morning after the mission and they were laying cuddled up in the hotel bed. Remus had plopped himself on top of Remy and wrapped his arms around them like usual. He said it was to snuggle while they slept but it was really so that he could act as a human shield for them even in sleep.

"g'mornin my dear dead heart of min-" Remus began to mumble out but Remy placed a finger over his mouth to shut him up.

He laid still and listened. The sound of someone opening the door to the hotel room could be heard followed by quiet steps. The agents glanced at each other. From the angle Remy was laying at they couldn't see much except for the ceiling and their husband's face. Remus slowly moved his hand under the pillow and grabbed the knife he'd hidden under it just in case.

The footsteps continued until they stopped by the side of the bed. Out of the corner of his eye Remus saw the person move making his instincts go off. In one swift motion he'd turned around to press the knife against the enemy's neck.

"What a charming greeting 008" Q also known as Logan muttered out. He eyed the knife held against his neck with an unimpressed look on his face. He had a black briefcase with him.

"Q!!!" Both of the Rems let out a happy exclaim.

"You should have said you were coming!" Remy said while sitting up in the bed.

"That's what she said" Remus added.

"I wasn't going to but then I figured it would be for the best if this mission got another step"

Remus moved the blanket aside and patted the spot between the two Rems "Cuddle up motherfucker!"

"008 please put some pants on. I've seen That thing enough for a lifetime" Q stated before sitting down in the middle.

The Rems promptly latched onto him. Hugging him. Remy ran their hand through his pressed down curly hair. Remus nibbled kisses by the start of his neck.

"So 008, you said in your report from yesterday that the man who held the real copy of the keys to Picani's room was named Ron Stewart correct?"

"Yeah"

"Well I discovered that he is on a train today towards Lithuania along with cargo for his company. His company is stated as an electricity manufacturer but it didnt take a lot of research to find he also has ties to something else. I am not sure of what yet but it is earning him a lot of income. For your information Picani's mission before he was killed was to find solid evidence of what this side business was"

Remy held back a wince at the mention of Picani "Aight easy. We get on the train. I Kill him. We figure out like what the fuck he's up to and like revenge Emile. Piece of cake" Remus nodded along.

"Yes well" Q opened the briefcase "In other news I took a few gadgets with me to aid you" He took out a pair of black high heels and handed them to Remy "Same function as always. Black like you requested"

"It's 'cause black tots goes with like anything"

A small box, not bigger than a thumb, was up next. Q opened it slightly to show white pills inside before giving it to Remy "I've tried to make it so the taste of poison is even less subtle"

The enby got a sinister smile on their face "They won't know what hit them!"

Remus dragged in Logan's sleeve "Me time!! I want gadgets too!!!"

Q nodded before taking out a long thin black straw and gave it to the duke "Be careful. Please! This is your 7th laser so don't break it. It's not a knife. It's not a stick. It's a laser. It heats things up. It doesn't cut through things. It heats them up. Please I don't want to have to make another one"

The duke looked at it with a giddy smile before looking up. A few moments of silence went by before his smile disappeared "That's all? I only get 1 gadget???? Rem got 2! You're playing favorites just 'cause you fuck them!"

"No. I am playing favorites because they don't break their gadgets!........But I do actually have another gadget for the both of you"

Q took out 2 pens and several coins. He sat the coin as far away on the blanket as he could. He pressed down on a specfic point on it before leaning back and pressing the pen up and down 5 times. The coin exploded leaving a hole in the blanket. The Rems let out oooohs and ahhhhs in response.

"Explosives. Each coin causes 1 explosion. Right now I'll give you 20 to use but you can always request more. Oh and 008" He took out 2 packages of pills "You forgot you stimulants" It was to help him focus better, his lil autistic rat brain wasn't good at that "And antidepressants at the base again so I thought I'd bring them to you"

"Aww thanks Q. How caring!"

"No problem. As your quartermaster I must care for you after all. INcluding caring for your mental health. Well I wish you good luck on your mission"

The Rems glanced at each other before sending Q puppy eyes. "You can wish us good luck better than that can't you?"

Logan let out an amused sigh and rolled his eyes before nodding. He gave Remus a kiss on the lips before doing the same to Remy. He was aro and didn't see kissing as a serious thing, neither did the Rems. The kissing before missions was just a nice tradition.

Remy traced their finger over their lips "I already have a feeling this mission will go splendid"

--

3 hours later Remy was sitting by a luxurious vanity in front of a mirror. They were meticulously filling in their lips with cheery red lipstick. Remus came up from behind and put his hands on their shoulders before leaning down to press a kiss to their cheek.

The enby took the blade laying on the vanity and held it up to his face "Dear if you kiss me now you'll ruin my make up and I will have to kill you for that"

"Sounds like a sweet death" He teased in return.

"If I wanted to make it a sweet one I would"

Remus glanced around at the make up products while putting on an overly extra pout "Why can't I ever get to be the lady???"

"Hun you have a giant caterpillar on your upper lip and it is the bane of my existance. If you could just let me shave it off-"

The duke gasped and covered his precious mustache with his hands "NEVER!!!"

" Well it would make disguising you much easier. If some baddie sees you once they're gonna remember that nasty ass muschie for like months! And secondly you don't really have like the right bone structure. Like girl you would look like the most beautiful lady I'd ever seen but you wouldn't look like the kind of gal these dirtbags want y'know?"

"I know"

Remy leaned their head against his chest and smiled up at him. "When we get home I can make you look nice and pretty kay? I'll evem lend you my fav mini skirts...As long as your dumptruck ass doesn't destroy them"

Remus grinned and let out a giddy laugh "OHOHOHOH let's get these bitches killed so we can get home PLEase!!"

After another half hour Remy was ready to go. They'd hidden a blade on their left thigh and stuck the box of pills on the side of their underwear. Remus took them by the arm and they walked out into the hallway of the train. They looked around various mini suites before coming out into a bigger cart. The bar.

Blue satin sheets framed the windows. Sunlight strimmed in onto dark wooden tables with comfortable seats surrounding them. The bar was ornate and it's menu was filled with expensive cocktails.

The enby bumped their elbow into their husband's ribs before pointing over to a booth in the corner. There Ron Stewart sat alone with a bowl of olives and a beer.

Remus mumbled a quiet 'you got this' before letting go off their arm. He sat down by the bar at such an angle so he could watch Stewart without it being noticeable. He ordered a glass of water and began to sprinkle copious amount of salt and pepper into it as he watched Remy go up to Stewart. Their body language was completely different. He overheard something about coincidences and seeing him at the casino. It didn't take long until Stewart had moved so Remy could sit down next to him.

The duke let out a content sigh and looked out the window. It was in quiet moments like these, while waiting for his spouse to do what they did best, that he admired them more than ever. All he could do was sit and think about how much he loved them. How he loved Every part of them. Thinking and thinking until it felt like his heart would burst.

It wasn't until someone bumped into him he got out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw Remy leaning on the bar.

"Vodka martini. Shaken not stirred please" Remy ordered.

Remus poked his elbow into their ribs plafully "Dork. Using my dad's catchphrase like that" He teased with a smirk.

They rolled their eyes at him before adding "And you can place a bottle of champange in suite 17!"

While the bartender worked on it the enby sat down next to Remus. They looked in the other direction while speaking so Stewart wouldn't notice.

"He's involved in human trafficking. That's where his like money comes from. Was supa easy to get it out of him. Dirty bastard. Didn't get what is in the cargo but he joked that it wasn't human at least"

"Okay good!" Remus exclaimed "So we go to the cargo see whats up. And then when we're done we can go back and arrest Stewart when we're done. Easy peasy pumpkin pie motherfucker"

Remy dug their nails down into the table so hard it left marks "Nah I'm murdering him now"

Remus opened his mouth before closing it again and thinking. He decided the wise and only choice was to support his spouse in their killing ways "Okay yeah sure. Have fun. If you're not back in 15 minutes I'll assume something has gone wrong and will come help"

They sent him a small smile "Thanks babe"

They downed the martini in one sweep and took a deep breathe before putting on their fake smile again. They went back to Stewart. All it took was a few flirty comments while leaning close to him to get him to walk with them to his room. Like a lamb blissfully going to the slaughter.

The champagne had been set on the bedside table in a bucket of ice like they'd requested. Stewart sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the place next to him. Remy obediently sat down. A taste of nausea filled their mouth when he placed his hand on their inner thigh. But they kept their facade of liking it up. Kept it up even as he whispered what he wanted to do with them into their ear and pressed kisses to their neck.

Remy leaned away when he tried to go for a kiss on the mouth "Shall I get the champange Dear?"

He eagerly nodded in return. They got up and made sure to move slow. They cast a look back at him while moving their dress up up to their right hip, just enough so a bit of their underwear showed. They ran their hand under their underwear line feeling where the small box they'd hidden laid. The box with poisonous pills in it.

They kept their expression the same as they caught hold of the box and in one smooth motion hid it under their bracelet. They kept their dress up as they poured up the champange. Out of the corner of their eye they could see Stewart only looking at their thighs so they took the opppurtunity to let a single white pill go down into one of the drinks.

It dispersed in the drink in under a second. They made a mental note to give Q an extra kiss for his excellent job the next time they saw him. They gave the glass to him before sitting down to straddle his lap.

"Cheers" Remy said.

"Cheers baby"

Their smile widened as they watched him drink. They waited until he'd emptied the glass before smashing their own glass against his skull. Stewart barely had time to let out a yell before they'd pushed him down with his back against the bed. They laid their weight on hips to keep him down while forcing his arms over his head.

"What are you-" Stewart didn't finish his sentence. He let out a strange sound as his face began to turn red. The poison was setting in.

Remy took the blade from their thigh and held it up to his neck. Close enough to let out droplets of blood but not close enough to cut him open.

"When I got home after staying out all night for the first time my moms cried of relief because they were sure I'd been taken by human traffickers working for the likes of you. I've had friends go missing just 'cause people like you think no one will notice if a homeless person disappears" They growled out.

"I will-" He forced out.

"Honey you won't do shit" Remy interrupted. They let out a cold chuckle "You'll lay there and wait to see if the poison or-" They cut the knife into his neck with such precision it hit the veins just enough to open them, like they'd done a hundred times before "the blood loss kills you first"

Stewart couldn't say anything more. He was choking on air and blood at the same time. The white satin sheets turned red as Remy sat still and watched every slight change in his expression. It went from anger to a pained one to complete fear of death.

His legs kicked to instinctively try and get Remy off and his hands flailed around his neck to try and stop the bleeding but it was to no avail. Soon his limbs stopped moving and the desperate sounds he'd been letting out quieted. Before finally his eyes became glossy and he stopped blinking. The blood had stopped dripping out.

"Blood loss huh" Remy said to of course no answer.

They stood up and hid the blade under their dress again. They let out an annoyed groan when they noticed blood stains on the dress. They'd liked this one! They searched around the room for anything useful.

In the drawer of the nightstand they found a key card to the cargo section of the train. They gave themself a pat on the back and was about to leave when they saw a document that had laid next to the key. They stuffed it down their top to keep it for later. Q was usually the one who told them if a document was important or not.

Remus shone up into a big goofy grin when he saw his spouse return. He held himself back from giving them a big long kiss. They took his hand, intertwined their fingers, and pulled him along to the small passage leading up to the cargo parts of the train.

There was a thick metal door stopping them from entering the cargo part. With a triumphant smirk Remy pulled out the key card and unlocked out while Remus gave them a small round of applause.

008 kept his gun ready in his hand as he entered the first cargo train with 009 right behind him. There were 2 guards who both immediately reached for their guns. Remus shot one of them at the same time Remy threw their blade into the neck of the other.

The couple high fived. Remy was using the new gadget high heels Q had given them. They took the heels off so the high heel turned into a normal shoe, it somewhat looked like a ballet shoe. Inside the heels 2 more blades were hidden.

The train was empty aside from a few meaningless boxes but there were one more cargo cart to look through. "How about I stay here and make sure no like bitches come at you from this side and you continue to the rest of the like cargo?" Remy suggested.

"Sounds like a plan!"

Remus pressed a kiss to the top of their forehead before quickly continuing on to the small outside part connecting the two carts. Remy closed the door behind him.

He pressed his ear against the door to the next cart. There were footsteps coming from the other side. He rolled up his sleeves before jumping up and just about grabbing on to the edge of the cart's roof. With a strained groan he heaved himself up. The wind nearly knocked him over as soon as he stood up. It was the last cart so whatever was important in the cargo section had to be in there.

The roof was made out of metal. Remus took out the black laser. He was careful to not point it at himself as he moved it against the roof. When he turned it a spark went off before it's cold blue almost fire looking laser burried down into the roof.

Slowly the metal began to melt. He moved it just as slowly around in a square motion. Until it had melted enough that he was able to move it. He made sure the laser created a small hole, just about to press a few fingers in, before turning it off. He covered his hands in the fabric of his shirt and let out a grunt as he grabbed onto the hole in the metal and moved it until a small opening down into the carriage had been made.

He peered down and like he'd suspected there were at least 10 guards inside. All of them were heavily armed. There was no way Remus would be able to take them all.

Luckily he didn't have to. He took one of the explosive coins and clicked on it before dropping it down into the carriage. He didn't even give the guards a chance to react before detonating it.

No more sounds came from inside the carraige. Remus dropped down from the roof and opened the door. The guards laid still on the ground. He checked their pulses. It was going slow and unsteady so they wouldn't be waking up soon (aka in several days probably).

There wasn't much in the carriage. A few box filled with guns and ammunition littered the wooden floor but aside from that all there was was a metal box in the corner. It was big enough to fit a human if they hunched down. It was thick enough that he doubted even one of the explosives would get it open. He tried the key to open it but it didn't work.

"What the fuck" He mumbled to himself.

On the sides and top of the box things were engraved. He was unsure if it'd been engraved a knife or...teeth.....somehow. The same sentences were written over and over.

Remus tried to read it but all the words swirled around and changed places. He hit his hands against his head and tried to concentrate. Usually Remy read things for him when on missions (and when home too honestly), and before he had them he had.....He had.....

He despised his dyslexia so much. Sensory overload could be avoided by Q ordering clothes with the exact textures he could handle and making him earpieces that filtered out just enough sound so he wouldn't panic. People didn't notice his lack of eye contact and fumbling with social cues and voice tones as long as he was looked normal. But there was no way to get around his dyslexia.

It took (in his opinion) an embarrassing amount of time before he was able to piece the words together. But when he finally did his body went cold.

Targets: 0̶0̶5̶ 0̶0̶1̶2̶ 009 008 - Remus Smythe

They knew his name. They knew his name.

Remus felt nauseous. His heart was beating so fast he could hear it. How the fuck did they even know that. What more did they know?? He was used to people knowing his name as Remus Smythe the son of Octavia Smythe. But not as Remus smythe the 008 agent.

He knew his mom could defend herself. All of the women, his caregivers, on the floating palace could. but still. At least they didn't know Remy's name. At least- At least- They were after them though! They specifically wanted to murder the love of his life.

Sure people had been trying to kill them before. Many a times. But he and Remy had known the two of them were strong enough to proctect themself. But....but....these people had killed Picani. Emile Picani! They could- they would-

He took a step back. Logically he should figure out a way to open the box. That was why he has here wasn't it? But he had to make sure Remy was okay. Had to-

He turned around and quickly went towards the door. He stopped midstep as he heard something metal-like crash under his foot. He looked down and realized he'd stepped on a dogtag one of the guards had been holding.

The metal plate was cold in Remus' hand as he tried to read it. His eyes widened. He didn't have to struggle to make the words out. He would always be able to recognize that name in an instant.

His hand shook as he forced the dogtag down into his pocket. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't breathe.

He stumbled out from the carriage before throwing the door open to the next one. He was hyperventilating as he collapsed onto his knees. He looked up through tears at the blurry sight of Remy.

They'd been sitting on a box cleaning one of their blades while using the bodies of the guards they'd killed as a footstool. When they saw their husband they quickly went over and sat down in front of him. They moved their arms around his shoulders while checking for injuries.

"What happened? Are you hurt?"

"R-remy" He cried out. He hugged them as tight as he could and slumped his head against their chest. Uneven sobs racked his body.

"It's okay. It's okay babe. Shhh. Breathe for me" They moved their hand through his hair to soothe him "Just follow my breathing"

"You c-can't be hu-hurt"

"I'm not. I promise. You always take my injuries for me like an idiot. I'm 100% okay"

"It's- They- He-"

With a shaky hand he took out the dogtag from his pocket. It felt like the name engraved on it burned into his skin. Remy held onto his hand.

"What- who's tag is that?"

Remus glanced up at them with tear filled eyes "The f-former 009. Roman"