#wait...im back to grasping at it again i had it for a moment the understanding. hold on.

[exitwound]

uhm!! what did u realize with that joan of arc arrow passage...

uhmmmm just the reason icant talk about it sorry

[likeumeanit9497]

like a pornstar | c.s. |

chris sturniolo x fem!reader

summary: when y/n, chris' best friend, confesses that she has never finished during sex, he decides to change that

warnings: smut; oral (fem receiving); unprotected p in v; dirty talk; established friendship; squirting; 18+

notes: back again with a friends with benefits smut (shh im manifesting). i hope the chris girlies enjoy, and matt girlies don't worry my next one shot is for u ;) love y'all <33333

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“Hey! You’re gonna eat all the popcorn! Give me some.” I exclaimed before snatching the half eaten bag of popcorn from Chris’ grasp. He tried to say something in a rebuttal, but all he got through his mouthful of popcorn was garbled words and a slight spray of kernels. “Oh god, you’re foul.” I said jokingly before wrapping my leg around his to lighten my words. “Just hush, I can’t hear the show.”

Chris and I had been best friends since elementary school, and had always had a bond like no other. When he had moved out to California a few years ago, I had really struggled with the loss of seeing him practically everyday. But since then, I had been able to come out and visit him multiple times, and it was so exciting to have him show me the new life that him and his brothers had built for themselves on the other side of the country.

In the past, each time I had visited him in Los Angeles the weather had been amazing, so I had forced Chris to explore all over the city with me. However, this visit had been nothing but rain, so him and I had done little more than what we were doing right now: curling up under the covers with some snacks and a couple joints, binge watching all of our favourite shows from high school. We were currently re-watching Euphoria — one of my all time favourite shows — as a light trickle of rain acted as background noise.

As we worked through our snacks, the scene where Maddy and Nate’s relationship dynamic is described played. I popped a handful of popcorn in my mouth, relishing in the nostalgic feeling that the show brought me, as the scene continued on to describe how Maddy watched porn to study how she should look and sound during sex. As the character arched her back on her bed, her eyes plastered to a device playing porn, I let out a small chuckle.

“What?” Chris turned to me with a confused smile. “Nothing. It’s nothing.” I replied, shaking my head and shoving more popcorn into my mouth to stifle my ridiculous laughter. “Brooo, tell me.” He whined, grabbing my shoulder and shaking it jokingly. I rolled my eyes at his dramatics. “Oh my god, fine! I was just laughing because I used to do that.” I finally responded, and Chris turned to me and raised a quizzical eyebrow. “Wait, what?” He brought a fistful of candy to his mouth. “I used to study porn too, not to get off on it or anything, just to like know what I was supposed to do.” I admitted, feeling my cheeks grow warm as Chris just stared blankly at me.

Finally, Chris blinked a few times, pulling himself out of his blank stare to resume eating snacks. “I don’t understand that honestly,” He began, reaching his hand into the popcorn bag between my legs, “I feel like when you’re in the moment all of those sounds and movements and stuff come naturally, don’t they?” I shrugged before responding. “Not for me, to be honest. I’ve never really had any sort of sexual interaction that made me feel good enough to act and sound like a porn star.” I chuckled, keeping the conversation lighthearted. This wasn’t the first time Chris and I had talked about our sexual experiences, so I felt comfortable being honest with him.

But when I fixed my gaze back onto him, I was met with a confused expression. “So does that mean you’ve never…” He dragged out his sentence, seemingly too afraid to complete it, so I saved him the trouble and answered his unfinished question with a solemn shake of my head. At this, his eyebrows shot up in what seemed to be total shock, complete with a dropped jaw. “You’re not serious, Y/n.” He said simply, and I once again shrugged my shoulders. “I mean it’s pretty common for girls to not be able to finish during sex, you know that.” I replied, to which he titled his head to the side and looked off into the distance.

“I guess so, but I’ve personally never ran into that problem before.” He replied, a cheeky smile taking over his face, and I rolled my eyes. “Oh Jesus, well too bad not all men are the Christopher Sturniolo.” I joked, unintentionally stroking his ego before refocusing my gaze on the show. The room was silent for a brief moment, both of us back to watching the show, before Chris spoke up again. “I just think that’s really fucked up. Sex should make both people involved feel good.” I wrapped my leg tighter around his. “Well aren’t you a crowd pleaser.” I joked. Turning to once again face him, I was expecting to be met with his classic grin. But instead, his face was serious; his mouth was set in a straight line and his blue eyes had darkened.

His expression was one I rarely saw, but it made my stomach tighten subconsciously. My throat suddenly felt extremely dry, and I couldn’t speak. My breath hitched when Chris brought a hand under the covers and placed it gently on my bare thigh, rubbing small circles into the skin. And my head began to spin when he shifted his body so that he was completely facing me. “You know, I bet I could make you sound like a porn star.” His poker face was finally replaced with a smirk, this one much more sinister than the one that I usually saw cross his face. He used his hand on my thigh to guide my legs open before brushing a finger just barely against my clothed heat; causing me to gasp. He leaned closer to my frame, already quivering in anticipation, and nibbled gently at my earlobe before whispering.

“Let me make you feel good, Y/n.”

He kept his mouth right there against my ear as he waited for a response, and I could feel his rapid breaths against my skin. My brain was in shambles, and I couldn’t make sense of what was happening. Chris and I had been best friends for so long, but not once had things turned sexual. This was completely uncharted territory for me, and I couldn’t imagine it ending well. But, his hand that was resting in between my trembling thighs and his whispered proposition had already caused my panties to grow damp, so I threw all of my sensibility away by grabbing his jaw, drawing his face to mine, and crashing my lips onto his.

Immediately, Chris worked his lips against mine. They moved in sync as his tongue slipped into my mouth with ease; dancing around my own and filling me with more desire. He brought his other hand under the covers to grab onto my other thigh, where he squeezed harshly before using his grip to pull me up on top of him. Still attacking my mouth with his, he rubbed his hands up and down my body as I straddled him, taking care to focus his attention on my more sensitive parts.

He broke the kiss briefly to pull my oversized t-shirt over my head, before taking a moment to admire my bare chest in his direct line of sight. Without hesitation, he attached his mouth to one of my tits, nibbling and swirling his tongue around my sensitive nipples; causing my body to break out in goosebumps from the sensation. After he took his time on the first, he moved his mouth onto the second, and the new contact caused me to subconsciously grind my pelvis against his thigh; eliciting a moan from me. My erotic sound caused his eyes to shoot open, looking up at my face, before he detached his mouth from my tit to speak. “Real moan?” He asked, his lips swollen, and I nodded my head before grinding my hips against him once more. “F-feels good.” I mumbled, and at that he readjusted himself so that he was sitting up against the headboard; giving me more stability.

“Then keep doing that. Wanna see you feeling good.” He replied, shifting my body so that my core could press right up against the highest point of his thigh. I didn’t hesitate long before resuming my movements, this time moving at a much faster pace; losing myself to the sheer pleasure that the friction of his pants granted me. Chris’ mouth reattached to my nipples, but his eyes never left mine as he took in all of my contorted facial expressions and soft moans. He allowed his lips to travel along my chest up to my neck, where he suckled gently before muttering. “I don’t want you to fake anything, baby, just want you to tell me when it feels good and when it doesn’t. Okay?” I nodded my head frantically, squinting my eyes from the overwhelming pleasure I was feeling.

I looked down to where my body was writhing against him, and even through my shorts and panties I had left a dark patch from my arousal against his grey sweats. Rolling my eyes to the back of my head in bliss, I had never before grown that wet during sex before. I felt my legs begin to weaken around his thigh, and an overwhelming feeling begin to bubble up inside of me. I knew it was my orgasm approaching, but I was hit with a sudden wave of nervousness that was preventing me from reaching it.

“C-Chris, I can’t,” I panted out, and his eyes were immediately on mine. “You can’t what?” He replied, gripping my ass with both hands and helping me grind myself against him. “C-can’t finish.” I replied honestly, feeling my eyes well up with frustrated tears. I had never felt this good in bed with someone before, and still, I couldn’t get myself to cum. “Hey hey, it’s okay,” Chris used his grip on me to stop my movements completely, “It’s an overwhelming feeling, it’s sometimes hard to give in to it.” He brought a hand up to my cheek and stroked it affectionately. “Lie down here.” He patted the space in the bed where I had previously been, and I obliged, resting my head against the pillow.

Once I settled myself, Chris crawled on top of me, resting his weight on one arm. He began kissing me again, this time much slower than the first, and once my heart rate began to slow I took it upon myself to deepen the kiss; pulling his bottom lip gently with my teeth. This elicited a deep moan from Chris, and I felt him grind his clothed member against my core before dragging his mouth down my jaw and neck; leaving harsh kisses in its trail. I watched through droopy eyelids as Chris’ body traveled down my own, and my breathing increased once again when he reached the waistband of my shorts. He toyed with the band for a moment, slipping two fingers under the material before looking back up at me.

“I just want you to relax, lay there, and tell me when you feel good. Can you do that Y/n?” His voice was soft, but it was the unmistakable undertone of gruff arousal laced through it that caused my stomach to flip. I nodded quickly, bringing a hand to his forehead and brushing a few stray hairs back. “Okay.” I replied, causing him to smirk before slowly pulling my shorts and thong down my legs. Once my clothing was completely discarded, Chris encouraged my knees to bend and spread my legs open; exposing my dripping heat completely. “Hmm, so pretty Y/n.” He said lowly, taking in the glistening folds just centimetres from his face.

I watched as he dropped soft kisses along my outer folds before using his hands to spread me open slightly. His mouth inched closer and closer to my aching core, and when he finally connected to it I released a shaky moan. Immediately, he used his tongue to expertly manipulate my clit, causing me to see stars almost instantly. It was clear by his movements that he knew what he was doing, and I had to grip onto his messy curls in order to keep myself in place as he continued. “Is that good baby?” He asked against my bundle of nerves, moving one of his hands from my folds down to my entrance, teasing it in circles as he waited for a response.

“S-so good Chrissy.” I managed to get out before he reattached his lips, this time slowly plunging a digit into me as he continued; causing my hips to buck. “Shh, stay still honey.” He mumbled, still working his tongue and fingers in sync against my heat. The combination of his tongue against my clit and his finger plunging up into my g-spot was staggering, and I was once again feeling the undeniable signs of an upcoming orgasm. Every inch of my skin felt like it was being set on fire, and the pressure in my lower stomach was so intense, it felt like I was going to pee.

I had reached orgasms on my own before, but none had ever had a build up as intense as the one I was currently feeling with Chris. I felt like I could explode, but still, I was struggling to let go once again. “C-Chris, I d-don’t think I — I don’t think I c-can do it.” I cried out, gripping onto his hair like my life depended on it. At this, Chris added a second finger and increased his speed. “Yes you can baby, I know you can. Just breathe and let your body do what it knows to do.” I squeezed my eyes shut from the pressure, and did as he said and released shaky breaths. His movements had the same level of intensity as before, but there was an unspoken level of desperation to them now; clear indication that he wanted to get me there.

Even though it seemed impossible, the pressure inside of me kept getting stronger and stronger. My legs were shaking on either side of his head, and my breaths came out as guttural moans. I felt my body detach from my brain, and I knew I had lost all control over what was going to happen. Just then, the strongest orgasm I had ever felt completely engulfed me, and I could do nothing but cry out in pleasure. My back arched off of the bed, overwhelmed by the extreme sensation. Feverish, strings of erotic notes fell from my mouth, and they could barely be heard over the ringing in my ears.

Mouth agape, I watched in awe as the pressure in my stomach was finally relieved by a rush of fluid shooting from my core. At this, Chris murmured “Oh fuck.” before detaching his lips from my clit and swiftly rubbing it; spraying my fluid all over his face and exposed tongue. My orgasm rippled through me like a tsunami, and left me in a figurative and literal puddle once it died down. Once he drank up all my juices, Chris planted a soft kiss against my clit before dragging his body up mine.

Once he was face to face with me, he gave me a deep kiss. “How was that?” He whispered with a grin on his wet face. Still catching my breath, all I could do was nod. He played with my hair for a moment, tranquility clear on his face, before he suddenly shifted his weight and began climbing off of me. “W-wait.” I said, grabbing hold of his waistband and stopping his movements. He looked down at me with a confused expression, and I wordlessly moved my hand to his crotch, where I was met with what seemed like a painfully hard member. “You’re not gonna fuck me?” I asked, batting my eyelashes innocently as I watched his taken aback expression.

In the blink of an eye, his face darkened once again and he returned to his position above me. “You want me to?” He asked, his face buried in my neck where he peppered it with soft kisses. “Mhmm.” I hummed, using my hand to palm him through his sweats. At that, Chris didn’t hesitate to pull his pants down, leaving his cock exposed. I gasped at its size that had been somewhat disguised when it was still concealed in his sweats, but began pumping my hand up and down as he shuddered in pleasure.

Attaching his lips back onto mine, Chris grabbed onto his shaft and lined it up with my opening. He slid it up and down my folds a few times to collect whatever was left of my previous orgasm, before slowly sliding into me. I gasped at the feeling of my walls stretching around his impressive girth, and we both moaned in unison once he bottomed out. He stayed still for a moment, allowing me to adjust to him, before he began slamming his hips into me.

With his forehead resting against mine, he watched me as I contorted my face into expressions of pleasure, relishing in the feeling of being filled by him. His gruff breathing and occasional deep moans were like music to my ears, and I dug my nails into his bare shoulders to keep him close. “Fuck, your pussy feels so good around me. Not gonna last long.” He groaned, using one of his arms to wrap my leg around his waist. The new angle allowed him to go deeper, and I felt his member slam into my g-spot repeatedly; causing my stomach to fill with that familiar sensation. “Oh god Chris, you’re s-so big.” My voice was coming out squeaky as he continued to pound into me, and he released a harsh moan in response.

I lost myself in the waves of pleasure as they hit me, growing closer to my second orgasm with each of his powerful thrusts. Chris’ gaze on me was so full of lust — clenched jaw, droopy eyes, lower lip trapped in between his teeth — I would have collapsed from its magnitude if I wasn’t already lying down. His motion suddenly shifted from one that was hard and fast to one that was deep and slow, and I couldn’t help but release sharp gasps on each thrusts.

I could tell that I was close to my second orgasm, but he was closer. His breathing was growing more and more rapid, his pace was sloppier, and beads of sweat were dripping down his forehead. As if he was reading my mind, he moaned out. “I-I’m close, want you to cum with me.” My eyes rolled to the back of my head, his words already getting me closer to my high, but I knew I needed to get there faster.

Reaching between us, I found my clit and began rubbing it vigorously. Chris’ eyes followed my hand, and when he realized what I was doing he smirked proudly. “Atta girl.” My action seemed to give him a bit more energy, as his movements began picking up the pace once again; and I found myself on the edge of another orgasm. “Ah fuck, Chris, gonna cum again.” I cried out through my gasps for air just before my second orgasm hit me like a freight train. I felt my walls contract around his swollen member, and that was enough for him to reach his high as well.

Gripping tightly onto my shoulder, Chris plunged his twitching cock in and out of me; driving both of us through our orgasms. I gasped when I felt his fluid shoot deep into me, and savoured the verbal confirmation of his pleasure in my ear. Our moans flew from our mouths in harmony, and it was only once his body stilled above me that I removed my hand from my clit.

We stayed in that position for what could have been hours, catching our breath and falling into the lethargic temperament that always came after sex. Finally, Chris lifted his weight off of me and slid his softening dick out from my core, offering me an apprehensive smile. He stood up and walked into his washroom, coming back over to the bed with a towel to help clean up the mess in between my legs before doing the same to his member. Once I no longer felt like a bowl of jello, I sat up on the bed beside him.

“Well?” He asked, his tone playful as he wiggled his eyebrows awaiting my response. I rolled my eyes before grabbing my top and throwing it over my head. “Would you believe me if I said I faked all of that?” I asked, unable to keep the smile that was toying with the corners of my mouth at bay. He blew air out of his mouth and looked up at the ceiling. “Absolutely not.” He replied, and I laughed. “I hate to gas you up like this, but that really was amazing.” I finally said honestly, resting my head on his bare shoulder.

He chuckled before grabbing my hand and stroking it gently. “Glad to be of service.” He replied, removing his hand from mine and instead wrapping his arm around me completely. “You turned into my little porn star there for a minute.” He followed it up by making high pitched moan sounds, mocking me and breaking the wave of silence that had followed his last comment. I laughed, lifting my head off of his shoulder and coming face-to-face with his goofy smile. “You ever use that against me in the future and I will bite your head off.” I replied, shoving his shoulder gently. “I won’t, swear. But you can use me again in the future if you wish. Y’know, in case you ever want to cum like that again.”

My jaw dropped at his filthy words, but I couldn’t help but feel heat flood to my core once again. Smirking, I raised one quizzical eyebrow. “One more?” I asked, and watched as his face was overtaken by a smirk that mirrored my own. “Lay down and put your legs on my shoulders.”

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[tsumuus]

monoma,, please,,, for your #2 prompt. the quote one. I like the quote you had as an example,, the first one. you can choose whos who (:

₊✩‧₊˚ neito monoma + prompt 2 ˚₊✩‧₊

₊✩‧₊˚ “im not in love with you anymore” “i never knew you were” ˚₊✩‧₊

Late nights at U.A. always had a certain stillness to them. Most students had long gone to bed, the quiet halls lit only by the soft glow of the moon filtering through the windows. But for you, these late-night conversations with Neito Monoma were a routine. They often started with playful banter, little arguments that no one else understood, but somehow always ended in meaningful talks that stretched into the early morning.

You were perched on the edge of his dorm bed, cross-legged and twirling a loose thread from your jacket. Monoma was lying beside you, his arms behind his head as he gazed up at the ceiling, his usually sharp and teasing tone softened by the late hour.

"I'm glad I never lost you," Monoma said suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence between you. You looked over at him, a small smile tugging at your lips.

"Why would you ever lose me?" you asked, half-joking.

"Because of my feelings," he replied quietly, and your heart gave a tiny skip at the unexpected seriousness in his voice. You shifted slightly, leaning closer.

"Your feelings?"

Monoma sighed, sitting up slightly so that he could face you. His eyes, usually brimming with mischief, were focused on you with an intensity that made your stomach twist. "I'm not in love with you anymore."

The words hung in the air, sinking into the quiet room, and you felt your breath catch. "I didn’t know you ever were," you whispered, your confusion clear in your voice.

Monoma blinked, clearly taken aback. "What do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" you asked, your voice softer now, almost afraid to break whatever fragile thing was hanging between you. "You're not in love with me anymore? You were in love with me?"

His brows furrowed. "Yes, we've talked about this. You always turned me down, so I decided it was best to get over it before I ruined everything."

Your head spun, struggling to grasp what he was saying. "We talked about this?"

Monoma nodded, his expression a mix of confusion and frustration. "Yes, multiple times."

You stared at him, your mind racing back through all the conversations you’d had, trying to remember any moment that even hinted at a confession. "We’ve never once discussed this, Neito."

His confusion mirrored your own, and suddenly it felt like you were on two different planes of understanding. You never noticed. You had never realized he was trying to tell you how he felt all those times. And now, the weight of what you hadn't known crushed your chest.

Silence fell between you, thick and uncomfortable.

"I didn't know," you whispered, feeling a dull ache form in your chest. Over the last few months, you had started seeing him differently. He was your best friend, but the longer you spent with him, the more you realized that your feelings had changed. And now, hearing that he had moved on while you were only just catching up—it hurt.

"I didn’t know you were in love with me." You forced a small laugh, but it was hollow. "And now it doesn’t even matter anymore."

Monoma’s face shifted into confusion again. "What? What do you mean?"

You swallowed hard, pushing yourself up off his bed. "It's late. I should go." Your voice cracked, and you hated yourself for it, but the reality of the situation was too overwhelming. You needed to be alone to process it.

Monoma sat up quickly, his eyes wide with concern. "Wait-"

"I'll see you tomorrow," you cut him off, forcing a small smile before slipping out of his room. Your heart pounded in your chest as you made your way down the dimly lit hallway, trying to sort through everything that had just unfolded. He wasn’t in love with you anymore. But the ache in your chest was because you had fallen for him, and now it was too late.

Over the next few days, you couldn’t help but pull away from Monoma. It wasn’t intentional at first, but every time you saw him, a sinking feeling dragged you down, reminding you that whatever chance you might’ve had was gone. Conversations were shorter, and you didn’t stay for your usual late-night talks.

It didn’t take long for Monoma to notice. On the fifth day, your phone buzzed with a message from him.

Monoma: Come over, we need to talk.

Your heart skipped a beat, but you brushed it off. This was normal, right? The two of you talked all the time. There was nothing unusual about him asking you over. Still, as you made your way to his dorm, you couldn’t help the knot that twisted tighter in your stomach.

When you arrived, Monoma wasted no time. As soon as the door clicked shut, he turned to face you, his expression serious. "You've been avoiding me."

"I haven’t-"

"Yes, you have." His voice was firm, but there was something softer underneath, something that felt like worry. "What's going on?"

You swallowed hard, unable to look him in the eyes. "I didn’t know," you whispered.

"Didn’t know what?"

"About your feelings," you continued, your voice trembling slightly. "And when I finally realized I..." You trailed off, biting your lip. "I didn’t know you had moved on. It just... it hurt. Because I started to realize I have feelings for you too."

Monoma froze, his breath catching as your words sank in.

"But then you told me you weren’t in love with me anymore, so I thought-" You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to look at him, your heart aching as you saw the shock in his eyes. "I thought I’d just get out of your way."

The silence was deafening, and for a moment, you regretted saying anything at all. But then Monoma stepped forward, closing the gap between you in two strides. Before you could say anything else, he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you.

It was sudden, and yet it felt like something that had been waiting to happen for a long time. When he pulled away, his voice was a soft murmur. "I never moved on."

You blinked up at him, your heart racing. "But you said-"

"I tried," Monoma admitted, his thumb brushing your cheek. "I tried to get over it because I didn’t want to lose you as a friend. But I never could. You’re too important to me."

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and before you could stop yourself, you kissed him again. When you pulled back, you saw the soft look in his eyes, the same one you had always been too blind to notice.

"I guess we’re both pretty terrible at talking about feelings," you teased, your voice light.

Monoma chuckled softly, pulling you closer. "Guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time."

a/n longer then expected but legit could not leave it angsty, just had to end it with sme fluff

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[talaok]

I need angry love confessions in the rain with Pedro pleaseee

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x reader

warnings: angst with happy ending, and no context whatsoever just feels and my overdramatic writing

a/n: im not sure this is what you meant but this is what my brain decided on

"y/n stop!"

"No!" you yelled now, fully yelled, screamed at the top of your lungs, because fuck this, fuck everything, you were tired, you were fucking exhausted and you were done being kind.

Rain was falling like splinters of glass shattered all over the concrete, you could still hear the sound of laughter from the bar and his heavy footsteps behind you, so you fastened your pace, your makeup melting underneath the water falling from the sky and your dress drenched, but all you needed to do was run

"y/n wait a fucking second!"

"fuck off Pedro!" 

But his hand was already on your wrist, that never-dying feeling only he ignited still inevitably, annoyingly there.

"Listen to me!"

"No" you said, still turned away, like a child throwing a tantrum

"It's not what you think"

You could have run, you could have freed yourself from his hold and ran to the main street to catch a cab home, but you didn't, for some god-forsaken reason you had turned.

"I hate you" 

You could already tell what he was about to say from the look in his eyes, that fucking look, and those fucking words

The same ones you would have killed to hear just a day ago

"I love you"

You clenched your teeth, shaking your head

"yeah well good for you," you said "It's too late" you shook his hand off of you "you know it's too late"

"but it's not" he breathed "It's never too late, y/n I fucking love you" he sighed, his hair a wet mess all over his forehead "please, just-"

"no" this time tears almost spilling out together with your words "You've had all the time in the fucking world to say that. I've waited for you for a fucking eternity, for you to say that to me, for you to mean it... so no Pedro, you don't get to do this now" you cried "You don't get to say that you love me and make everything else go away, that's not how it works. It's too fucking late."

And so you turned, your back to him, an empty street, blurred by the tears staining your sight, in front of you,

I did the right thing

I deserve better

I don't need him

I just need to get home

"I'm sorry"

He was in front of you, his eyes glimmering, his chest heaving

"I'm sorry y/n" and in his voice was everything, the pain, the pleading, the desperation 

"I'm sorry," he said again, one of his knees hitting the ground "I'm sorry" and there went the other.

He was kneeling in front of you, taking your hands in his

"I'm sorry about everything, about making you wait, about how I treated you, how I let everyone else treat you... I'm sorry I didn't know sooner, except of course, I've always known" he paused, looking up at you as if you were a god with the power to take his life away in the blink of an eye, and perhaps at that moment you were.

"The truth is- the truth's that I'm a coward, that I'm an asshole, that I'm million different awful things that I'm sure you know better than anyone," he said "but before everything, before everything, I'm yours" he breathed, "my heart is yours, only yours, because I long for you, every moment of the day I miss you y/n, I think about you, I dream of you- you- you are everything y/n, You are my everything"

The thunderstorm around you was only getting worse, but all you could feel now were his hands grasping yours, and his words melting your heart.

"And I understand if you don't want to forgive me, I do, but I just- I needed you to understand... I needed you to understand that when I say that I love you I mean it, that without you I'm lost, that this feeling for you, this- this god awful, scary feeling isn't going anywhere, and no matter what you decide here now, I will always, until they bury me six feet under... love you more than life"

And what to do? What to do when he was right there, kneeling before you in the pouring rain?

What could you have done, what could anyone have done, with their heart racing and their brain a mess, but do the same?

So you knelt, you dropped to the ground to him,

and this time, he was there to catch you, your tears mixing with the rain as you finally felt his lips on yours.

[cocteaucherry]

First time Christmas Pt 2

warnings!inexperienced!choso, fem reader, nipple play, drunk (tipsy) sex, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it up), bodily fluids, bit of body worship (not proofread srry again 😔) loss of virginity

word count: 1.8k words

“Oh God..” Choso let out a pathetic whimper as his head lolled back to bump rather loudly on the headboard, the fading pain eventually subsided as he felt your jean-clad ass rock gently on his strained hard-on.

You felt Choso’s large calloused hands run up the fat of your ass giving it a harsh squeeze that resulted in you letting out a yelp also making the raven-haired man below you drunkenly smile, your hands then began to undo the buttons on his shirt.

Choso’s heartbeat began to increase significantly as he gently grasped your wrist, “W-wait! I have to tell you something.” You immediately retracted your hand feeling a pit in your stomach, oh God I went too far before you could push out an apology Choso spoke. “Im. Not experienced, heh..” he mumbled quietly, his thumb tracing circles into your thigh.

You smiled leaning down to place a chaste kiss on his lips, “Cho.. You know that doesn't matter to me,” you said softly, taking the suffocating feeling out of the air, “I know, I know it's just- this is our first time together, and I... really just wanna make you feel good.” You could tell he was heavily embarrassed by the situation and it made your heart twinge. All he wanted to do was make his first time pleasurable for you.

Choso closed his eyes as the oh-so-familiar feeling of tears threatened to make an appearance, he ruined the moment like he usually did, when will he ever learn to just shut up?-

His deprecating train of thought was derailed by a pair of plush lips smashing against his, “I don't think you understand how many times I have to restrain myself from begging you to fuck the shit outta me.” your words accompanied by your hand lightly gripping his raging hard-on through his pants, “y/n..~” Choso whined out bucking his hips desperately for friction. “Fuck.. just fuck me please.” He blushed out, releasing his hand from your wrist.

You hummed happily resuming your action of undoing the buttons on his shirt, his pink erect nipples immediately making themselves known when the fabric fell from his tone chest. You began to adjust your position sliding down between his legs, his hands struggling to find a patch of your skin to attach to. “You’re killing me baby~” he whispered to himself as he felt your hands unzip his pants and start to pull them down

You were immediately awestruck at the sight of the bulging tent in his boxers, was he always this big? Of course, you felt the print through your various make outs but this was different, your very expressive shocked look didn’t go unseen by Choso immediately felt a sense of.. pride. Was it pride? He pondered before letting out a straight pathetic whine as he felt your tongue glide over his clothed cock.

Your saliva staining the previously made wet spot from his strained weeping cock as your hand slid the waistband down. His cock slapped his abdomen resulting in a small grunt from Choso, his pink-reddish tip weeping with a bead of precum emitting from the slit. One of your hands wrapped around the base while the other toyed with his slit, Choso was a red whining mess watching your finger dip into his slit, watching you pull it away slowly as the string of precum followed your finger, “you never told me you had such a pretty dick Choso.” You giggled, kitten licking his tip before placing a small kiss on it. “Y-you never asked..” The smirk on his lips soon replaced his whines and moans as you took his tip into your warm wet mouth.

You wrapped your pink muscle and the tip of his cock immediately savoring the slightly salty flavor of the precum coating the tip of your tongue, your hand wrapped around the base of his cock as you began to slide your mouth up and down the extensive shaft of his cock. Choso writhed as a hand immediately found home into your scalp gripping not so hard for you to find painful, “Fuck fuck fuck! Please just like that.~” he whined as he began to slowly piston his hips into your mouth causing you to sputter and slob saliva across your working knuckles.

You swiped your tongue over a certain vein causing an electric sensation to hit his body and making him release one of the loudest whines you heard from him, your hands reaching down to massage his taut balls. Without warning he pushed your head down to a halt as ropes of white cum coated your tongue, throughout his orgasm were moans and out-of-breath apologies, “ I'm sorry didn't mean to cum oh fuck..” he whined as you pulled off his now softening dick,

“Choso, please! That was so fucking hot.” you gleamed with a smile feeling a hand caress your cheek as he stared at you lovingly, “Can I.. Can I try eating you out?” he asked so innocently you felt your heart almost tear in two, “Please Choso..” You said as you pulled your soft pink sweater off revealing a lacy white bra underneath, if Choso could he would blow another load from just the sight of your plush tits being constricted by such delicate fabric the whole scene was straight erotic to him.

Choose sat up pushing the rest of his shirt off as he hungrily eyed you wrapping his arms around your waist, his face immediately buried into the crevice of your tits basking in the sweet smell and softness of the mounds of flesh, his hands gripped the waistband of your pants trying his hardest to pull them off which made you laugh, “Cho! Let me take them off first!” you laughed gripping his head and his lips began to pepper wet kisses on the tops of your breasts. “I just wanna. Worship..” kiss. “And touch every inch of your body..” he gazes up at you with a drunk look, you weren't entirely sure if it was the alcohol or if he was getting drunk off of your essence.

His words brought a blush to your face, “Oh yeah?” you taunted playfully, he nodded, finishing the act of peeling your pants off which revealed a pair of black panties, they were nothing special to you but to him, he was jealous of the fabric that got to hide and hug around your sweet cunt all day. “oh yeah..” he said preoccupied as his hands wrapped around to your back to unclasp the delicate lace.

As your breasts fell from the bra you felt the immediate attack of your nipples, letting out a mewl as Choso’stongue went to assault the poor pebbled peaks. A groan erupted deep within his throat as his tongue focused on one nipple and his hands slid down beneath the waistband of your panties. This was described as unknown territory for Choso never coming close to being with or touching a woman, just follow what they do in the videos he thought to himself.

His hand worked to find the bundle of nerves when he was sure he found it he began to rotate tight slow circles around the nub gauging your face for a positive reaction, seeing your face contort and small whimpers leave your pretty lips guaranteed for him he was doing something right. He smirked to himself as he slid a finger down your slit to tease at your soaked hole, curious he slid a finger in continuing his actions on your clit, the feeling of your walls sucking and clamping around his finger made his softening cock harden almost immediately.

Slipping another finger inside his pace quickened along with the thumb on your clit, as he started to curl his fingers upwards to that sensitive spongy spot a moan erupted from your lips, “Cho, I'm gonna cum,” you whined out feeling your toes curl and your legs shake. “Cum for me baby.” he whimpered out, his whimper caused you to gush around his fingers, arousal slowly seeping down his knuckles as the movements on your bundle of nerves ceased.

“Did I do good?” Choso innocently questioned as he lovingly gazed into your eyes, “Were not done yet, Cho.” you pant quietly as he sat up slowly, you ushered yourself onto his lap, not forgetting to discard the soaked panties beforehand, you mewled at the feeling of his hardened cock slipping beneath your soaked folds, Choso groaned as he felt the wet friction of your folds against his sensitive dick. Your hand reached down between your pelvises as you lightly gripped the base of his weeping cock sliding the fat tip through your folds before ultimately sliding it inside, you both moaned in tandem when you finally bottomed out.

Poor Choso was barely keeping it together when you bottomed out, a hot whimpering mess as his hand gripped the plush fatness of your waist, “Fuck fuck.. Please move please..” he whined pathetically as your hands found a home on his chest, with a strained moan you began to rise up and down on his thick cock. “Agh, fuck you're so big,” you mewled quietly as you continued your grinding motion, your head lolled forward to rest your forehead against his. Choso’s eyes were squeezed shut, he was trying his best not to cum right then and there the combination of your cunt squeezing him, your moans and your scent was too much for him to handle. “Shit, please I don't wanna cum yet..” he moaned out to you, “Wanna make you cum first..” he said his hand gripping the fat of your ass.

Your hips began to grind at a faster pace, and hearing him say his only goal was to pleasure you made you even more ambitious to make him cum. “cho, touch my clit please,” you grunted out as Choso hurriedly moved his hand to rub tight circles on your pulsing clit, “fuck fuck fuck!” you exclaimed as you hands slipped accidentally brushing along choso’s erect nipples, a pang of electricity shot through his body as he let out a guttural moan, of course this didn't go unnoticed by you so your finger pinched his pink nipples. “That feel good Cho?” you teased through your moan.

“ ‘m-mhm please!” he whined rather loudly as he began to piston his hips into your own movements, the movement of his cock dragging deliciously against your walls and the calloused hand rubbing your clit was too much for you to handle. “shit cho, I'm gonna cum,” you said beginning to twist his nipples lightly, “m-me to-” he was cut off by a certain clench of your walls as his thrusts became sloppy and your cum gushed around him, strings of white hot cum painted your walls as your grinding came to a halt.

Choso panted falling onto his back and you collapsed on his chest, his cock twitched slowly slipping out of your aching cunt, dribbles of his cum seeping on his softening dick. “Will you answer my question now?” Choso chuckled out of breath, you peered up at his blissed fucked out face with a weak smile.

“I love you Choso.”

a/n: (this was my first time writing a cc smut I hope I did good, thank you sm for all the love on pt. 1 ill try to put out stuff quicker <3

[averillaratargaryen]

“A Changed Man.”

Chapter II

“Oh, my lovely Averillara” Viserys smiles weakly, his throat groggy as he speaks.

Averillara walks towards him, a soft smile on her face as she takes a hold of his hands, “we have missed you. Very much.”

“As have i” Viserys responds, before looking to Rhaenyra, “you have kept my grandchildren away from me, for far too long.”

“I apologise, father” Rhaenyra chuckles.

“If you ever miss me, I am more than happy to welcome you into my house” Viserys then looks towards his grandchildren with a week smile, “all of you.”

It was a fond moment for them all, having reunited once again.

Until being disturbed abruptly by the sound of a voice no one wished to hear, at least not in this moment.

“Rhaenyra” Alicent smiles, “I’m so glad to see you here again.”

“Im sure” Rhaenyra responds.

“And.. Daemon, of course” Alicent gives an awkward nod, before looking away to their children.

She gives them a warm welcoming, all apart from Luke, who she was still yet to forgive, for what he had taken from her son.

Averillara scoffs, as she notices Ser Criston Cole stood behind her, before turning back to Rhaenyra and Daemon.

Daemon responds with a simple nod, his eyes indicating to Averillara to not worry, or make much of a fuss.

“You must be tired. Why not get to your bed chambers?” Alicent asks.

“Oh we already have” Rhaenyra responds, “Ser Harrold Westerling was generous enough to welcome us in.”

“Oh-! I see” Alicent lets out an awkward chuckle.

“Were you not given a formal welcome?” Viserys asks.

“Not exactly” Averillara lets her thoughts been heard, before holding her tongue back after realising she had spoken out loud.

“I am sure everyone here had important discussions to attend to” Rhaenyra responds, “it was perfectly fine.”

“My family have come to visit me, after many years” Viserys lets out a strained breath, “and not even a formal welcome?”

“Father, do not stress yourself” Rhaenyra assures him, as she held his hand, “we are perfectly happy with our welcome.”

Viserys begins to feel himself short of breath, as he looks at his daughter, mumbling words she could not understand.

“Call for the maesters” Rhaenyra spoke to Ser Harrold Westerling, before looking to her children, “perhaps you should say goodbye and make your way back.”

As they spoke goodbye, Averillara felt herself stop, contemplating to leave.

She loved her grandfather very much. To see him in such a state, it was hard for her to grasp.

“Averillara” Daemon calls out.

She brings herself to reality, slowly turning her head to Daemon, “right, I’m sorry.”

As Averillara turns her head to her brothers, she notices Luke with the same reaction, as he watches his Grandsire mumble words.

“Is he going to be okay?” Luke asks, looking up to his older siblings.

“He will be okay” Jace responds.

Averillara gives an assuring nod, before the two give way to let Luke out first, following him behind after.

Averillara couldn’t help but feel a stinging pain in her heart.

She knew soon enough, Viserys would no longer be King. It had already felt that way, with many changes being made within the palace itself.

She knew it would not be a change her Grandsire chose, but rather the Queen’s.

It had felt as though her Grandsire had already left, and it scared her. Knowing the trouble for the throne, once he passes.

Everyone knew his wish was for her mother, Rhaenyra. He made a promise.

The people of the palace took and oath, to her mother.

She was the Heir to the throne, that Viserys chose. But she was a woman.

And god forbid a woman would rule, breaking traditions of many centuries.

Averillara just prayed to herself, that her Grandsire would stay stronger a little longer.

As she had gotten lost in her own thoughts, Averillara did not noticed that her brothers had left her to be, whilst making their way out, into the courtyard.

As she found herself back, yet again, she looked to her right, seeing them walk away.

“Wait for me!” She calls out, following them ahead.

~

Luke and Jace walk down to the ground, noticing a crowd.

As they make their way through, they notice the back of a figure.

His long, silver-white hair cascades down between his shoulder blades, the strands catching the light like molten metal.

Beneath the hair, his lean muscles ripple subtly under the leather of his skin, as he turns his head, dropping his sword from his opponent, both brothers notice the scar that was hidden beneath his patch.

Aemond Targaryen

It wasn’t long after, Aemond noticed both brothers within the crowd, causing him to smirk.

“Ah, Jacaerys and Lucery Velaryon” he gave a smug smile, “my bastard nephew’s.”

“What?” Jace took a step forward, before getting held back by his little brother, who looked worriedly.

“Mother said not to cause any trouble” Luke whispers, as he stops him.

Aemond looks away as he let out a chuckle, before looking back at the two.

“I did not say anything wrong, did I?” Aemond asks, taking a couple of steps closer.

He looks down at Luke, his main target, his hand reaching up to get a hold of him.

But within a sudden movement, found himself tripping on his own two feet backwards.

He grunts in frustration, ready to charge before seeing Averillara stood before him.

“Will you truly harm a woman?” She asks him, looking at him in pity.

“You are not a woman” Aemond responds, “you are a bastard. All of you.”

Aemonds words had faced the consequences, when he felt the stinging pain of his cheek, as Averillara had slapped him.

His fingers glide against his cheeks softly, letting out a scoff before he looks back at Averillara, with much anger.

“Mother is not going to be happy” Luke mutters.

“Brother?” Aegon’s voice was heard, as he was making his way through the crowd.

After his drunken morning, had managed to sober himself up, as being told to by his mother.

“Brother, what are you-?” Aegon walks towards his brother, his head turning at the same time, causing him to stop himself from speaking, after noticing who stood opposite him.

As the two of them locked eyes, Aegon stopped himself from walking, turning to face her.

Many memories fogging up, as they watched each other.

“Averillara?” Aegon whispers.

But Averillara was quick to block herself from her thoughts, before she pointed her finger up at him, “stay away from my brothers. Both of you.”

She points to both, Aemond and Aegon, before turning away.

Averillara then pushes both her brothers lightly, giving them way to walk first, and ahead of her, as she walks behind.

“He seemed quite happy to see you” Jace chuckled.

“Keep walking” Averillara swatted him against the back of his head, causing him to flinch in pain.

“What was that for?” Jace complained.

“Walk” Averillara responded.

Aegon lifted his head up to watch, as she continued to walk away, in hopes to have her turn her head around. But to no avail, he sighed, before looking back at his brother.

Who looked at him in disappointment.

“Do not look at me like that” Aegon scoffs, “you were about to fight a woman. Be lucky I was here to stop it.”

“Oh what would you care about a woman” Aemond spat back.

“You are right” Aegon chuckles, before looking back again, in the direction of which Averillara walked.

“But she is not just any woman” he mumbles to himself.

~

It was not long after, Averillara found herself alone, once again.

After her mother, Rhaenyra, had heard of the commotion, she had a word with her daughter.

One which caused Averillara to walk away, in hopes to get a moment to herself.

It was not usual, for Averillara to act in such a way. She had her moments, no doubt. Many times she could be seen as a ticking bomb, waiting to explode.

But for her to give Aemond the satisfaction of a reaction towards insults, was unlike her. She were usually one to stop her brother, from falling into spats over unnecessary comments.

So why today?

Averilla was stood at the window of her bed chamber, looking down into the courtyard.

A sigh escaping her as she looks towards the young boys, abused by the power of her father and uncles.

She shook her head in disapproval, as she watched unfair training playing out, reminding her of the times of how she watched her brothers train.

As her eyes trail around, they stop, to meet the eyes of a grinning young man.

Averillara stared at him blankly, knowing he was simply pretending to be nice, in order to get under her skin.

It was unfortunate, that he knew how to get to her. She hated him for it.

He blew her a kiss, causing her to be taken aback.

Aegon chuckled, as she looked at him in shock, before the disgust took over, as she was quick to draw her curtains and move away.

This were to be a long weekend.

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chapter 3

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

The Beginning Of The End - Chapter 5

Summary: You were once a “honeybee”, now you’re simply a “bunny”. Can an alliance and friendship still last after one’s former lover became the current lover of another?

Pairings: ELP x Reader x Jay White

Warnings: +18, mentions of cheating, cursing, mentions of smut, adult language. 

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton, @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic, @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @adamjf , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @pleasantpastels

Chapter 4

Riley was still mesmerized, of course, he knew you had a strong personality and was incredibly outspoken. When you met that was the very first thing that caught his attention: your fierceness. Riley never failed to notice how those traits sometimes seemed to disconcert Jay to the point of anger. As a matter of fact, Riley was aware that Jay never knew how to handle you ever since the beginning of your relationship.

“She doesn’t listen, she does whatever she wants, she doesn’t understand nor obey me. She never does anything I want, she’s not-“

“She’s not like every desperate ring rat waiting for you at the arena parking lot who’s willing to lay on the concrete floor and let you walk over them just for your sheer amusement?” Riley chuckled and tossed his towel on the locker room bench before looking at Jay “Man, are you listening to yourself? She doesn’t ‘obey’ you? She’s not your daughter, Jay. She doesn’t have to do shit!” He huffed loudly “She’s a fascinating woman with a strong personality, not a teenager. So unless you want her to get tired of your immature behavior and eventually dump you, I suggest you stop treating her like she’s below you”. 

And now, sitting at the foot of the bed of your hotel room, Riley couldn’t take his eyes off of you. 

You paced around the room, murmuring a random jazz song as you chose an outfit for your breakfast date. After Riley watched the entirety of the discussion between his bunny, Jay, and Lisa, he did the only thing he could think of doing ever since he watched you fiercely defend your relationship: have an hour worthy of passionate sex. 

It probably wasn’t appropriate, but this whole situation was starting to get too strange to be considered normal, so what was one more freaky thing amid this chaos?

“This outfit looks weird, doesn’t it? It’s alright, you can say it” You asked when your eyes caught Riley intently staring at you. 

He shook his head lightly and smirked “No, you look beautiful, breathtaking” Standing up from the bed, Riley closed the distance between you and cupped your cheeks with his hands, “You’re perfect, do you know that? Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky” His blue eyes’ scanned across your face, savoring the warm smile you offered him. 

“We both know you’re the perfect one” Standing on your tippy toes you pressed a soft peck on his lips and stated with a teasing smirk “Besides that’s the postcoital haze speaking”. 

Riley couldn’t hold back his chuckle when he replied “Trust me, bunny. Even though the sex is out of this world and you’ve ruined me for any other woman, what’s speaking right now is not the hormones but a four-letter word”

“Cake?” You teased again, giggling when Riley tickled your sides. 

“Smart ass. Fucking rude of you to ruin my wholesome moment” He playfully pouted 

“Awww, my poor baby. Will you feel better if I say that although I do love cake, I love you way more?”

“You love me more than you love cake? Damn, bunny, I’m flattered! I think I’m gonna cry”

Your laugh became louder when Riley tightened his grasp enough to crush you. “I love you, Ry”

“I love you more, bunny. More than you’ll ever know”

Jay’s patience was wearing thin, he didn’t want Lisa here, he never asked her to come nor had he allowed her to come. Seeing Lisa face to face solidified the hatred Jay already felt for the young woman, and such a feeling only seemed to grow inside him ever since you came to Japan. Being forced to face you every day and stare at the woman he’d lost only made Jay’s conscience weigh on the fact that not only he would probably never have you back, but he was also stuck with a woman he despised.

“Go get my son, please. I want to see him” Jay muttered, focusing on the task of setting up his toiletries on top of the bathroom sink. He needed to keep his focus on anything but Lisa’s face or else he would do something that would end his career and freedom.

“Not before you tell me what the fuck was she doing in here with you” Her tone did not leave room for doubt, she was incredibly pissed. Lisa was fuming with rage from the minute she saw you standing inside Jay’s hotel room.

“I’m not gonna ask you nicely again, Lisa. Just go get Charlie”. Jay was trying, he really was. To have Lisa in the same room as him and not punch her in the face took a whole lot of him and he knew that. Jay always despised men who hit women, to him they were nothing but cowards who were too scared to face someone their own size, but here’s the difference: Lisa isn’t a woman, she is a rat. A plague sent his way to end both his life and the patience he naturally lacked. 

“No” Lisa spits back, a mocking smile dancing across her lips. The jealousy she felt upon seeing the love and devotion written in Jay’s features as he stared down at you was too much for her to handle.

With an annoyed sigh, Jay reached for his phone in his back pocket and quickly tapped the number under the letter “K” in his contacts. “Hi, Keiko. Could you bring Charlie to my room, please? Yeah, same room as last week. Okay, thank you”. Without looking at Lisa, Jay stepped out of the bathroom and took two steps forward to the bedroom area.

Lisa felt her body shaking with rage, her chest was burning, a vein popped on her neck and a redness began to settle on her nape. “You can look at her as much as you want, Jay. But you’ll never have her back, I won’t let you choose her!” She called from behind him, following him into the room. She heard him chuckling from the bed where he was currently setting aside his dirty laundry.

“You won’t let me choose her? Aww, how cute” Jay mocked with a loud laugh before his cold, gray gaze settled in her face “Is it too late to let you know that I already chose her? I’ll always choose her!” Jay raised his hand up when Lisa started to protest “I know what you’re about to say, Lisa. And trust me, I know she won’t choose me again, definitely not after the biggest fuck up I’ve ever made in my entire life” His gaze intensified, silently making it clear that the last phrase was meant for her. “But I don’t care”, Jay continued, “She’s the only woman I’ll ever love. The only woman who owns my heart, my soul. I’ll always choose my honeybee over anyone! She’ll be my number-one choice until the day I die! And I suggest you start getting used to that” He finished with a bitter spat as someone knocked on the door, “Now, be useful for once and go open the door so I can be with the only joy you’ve ever managed to give me”.

After breakfast, Riley took you to one of the places you were excited to meet the most: Koishikawa Korakuen. The park was even more beautiful than you’d expected, its beauty completely breathtaking, like a livid painting before your eyes. Not even the best-resolution pictures online made justice to the astounding view. 

“Oh my god, Ry. This is beautiful!” You giggled, fascinated by your surroundings. 

“It truly is”, Riley agreed, as you turned around to find him intently staring at you. 

Shaking your head lightly, you felt like a teenager being complimented by her high school crush “Stop”. 

Riley smirked, pulling you closer to his body in a tight hug. He whispered softly against your lips “Never”, before delicately kissing the soft flesh. 

“I love you so much” was his next whisper once he broke the kiss. 

“I love you too, blue eyes” You smiled, giving one last peck on his lips before pulling him down to sit on the grass beside you. 

“Are you ok? You seem a little withdrawn and pensive this morning” You played with the longer strands of hair at Riley’s nape, “Did something happen?”

Huffing a laugh Riley focused on the lake before them, “How can I never hide anything from you?”, he felt the muscles on his neck tightening as the memories flooded his mind. 

“The argument between you, Jay, and Lisa earlier…I can’t get it out of my head” he began “I was coming back from the gym since I was feeling a bit weird, so I decided to go back to our room and when the elevator doors opened, I heard your voice and I just ran towards it…I thought” Riley looked up at the blue sky, mentally counting the clouds before continuing, “I don’t know what I thought, to be honest. I just heard your voice and then Lisa screaming so I guess I thought something bad was happening…I don’t fucking know what was I thinking, I just ran” Riley shook his head to try to get rid of the tightness on his neck.

Kneeling on the grass, you slowly placed yourself behind him. Positioning your right hand on Riley’s nape, you began to massage his neck as a way to help his pain. 

“That must’ve been scary for you” You kissed his cheek “I’m sorry, baby”. 

Riley laughed bitterly “I was shitting my pants”, he leaned his head back to rest it against your shoulder. “When I heard that fucking psycho bitch yelling like a lunatic I was scared that she may have done something to hurt you, I don’t know”. Riley grabbed your hand that was previously on his neck so he could intertwine your fingers. He pulled your hand down until your arm was stretched out on top of his torso, “When it comes to Jay she’s fucking clueless. She doesn’t care about who she hurts or what she has to do to keep him so I ran there because I didn’t want her to hurt you because of him”. Turning his face to the right, Riley placed a soft peck on the side of your neck. 

“My knight in shiny ring gear” You teased, making Riley chuckle while you placed your other arm on top of his torso. As you hugged him from behind, you whispered “Thank you for coming to my rescue and I’m sorry you got scared”. 

“It’s alright, bunny. I’m glad you’re ok” Riley poked your knees until you laughed. Finally sitting on the floor behind him and resting your back against a tree trunk, you pulled him back toward your body.

A few minutes of comfortable silence passed by until Riley spoke again, “Bunny, can I ask you a favor?”

“Of course, Ry”

“Can you stay away from Jay while you’re here? I don’t want Lisa to see you around him and do something stupid”

“Well, I can’t avoid randomly meeting him, Ry. Not when we are currently in the same place” You covered Riley’s lips with your hand as he began to protest, “But, I’ll do my best to not be around him, although it may not always work, I promise I’ll try to stay away from him”. 

Riley pecked the palm of your hand that still covered his lips before pulling your hand away from his mouth, “Thank you, bunny”. He lifted his head up for a kiss that you gladly gave him until a voice pulled you out of your cotton candy love haze. 

“Oh look who we have here, Charlie! The couple of the year!” Lisa chuckled, sarcasm dripping from her words as Jay approached her with a frown.

“You wouldn’t mind if we had a picnic beside you, right?” Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she didn't wait for a response to settle her things down on the grass beside you and Riley. 

[thekeeperofdreams]

Sweet Tooth, For You

genre; fluff! canon x oc x canon bc im cringe like that

summary; with the appearance of two new survivors, they've received their very first A tier costumes in the newest Christmas essence! many enjoy their new company, however some take time to even look their way. the little baker seems to understand this and plans to win their hearts through their stomachs.

The manor had never smelt so good. The only time it ever was tended to be when a holiday was around, even then, the maids and kitchen helpers never made anything so tasty smelling before. only ever simple things until the day itself.

many of the youngsters flocked to the kitchen, even little robbie had snuck his way into the survivors side; desperate for a nibble of the sweets memory described.

The Baker, Aukai, one of the newest additions to the manor, was the culprit. providing sweet smelling dishes to coax some of the members to approach for conversation, even if it was only to get to the snacks.

still, two of the manor guests she'd been intrigued by simply avoided her, either excusing themselves politely when she had approached or simply scoffing and wandering away, claiming conversation would be useless.

unfortunately, Aukai was incredibly stubborn, practically staring the two down anytime they'd be in the same room together. even the man she had arrived with noticed, awkwardly smiling and sighing at her insistent rambling about becoming the twos "friend".

even when playing the matches, getting used to the bloodshed, or the pain of dying just to wake up again. she's desperate for a semblance of comfort in the people she's played with, hungry for a shred of normalcy in a forever game of pain and suffering.

even now, she stands before the stove, humming a tune whilst mixing a bowl of batter; small drops of blood drying against her face and new outfit.

sure, her bones and mind screamed to go sit and rest, but the ache in her heart was louder. the jingle of the bell settled against her neck bow broke the trance of thought, finally taking note of the mercenary sitting at the table, flipping one of the finished cookies in his hand.

in an attempt to break the silence, she smiles and turns to him with a small limp in her step. "I didn't poison those, if you were wondering. the children are supposed to come and decorate them with the frosting." she hums, eyes shining with joy when he finally tries to eat it.

only, a different scarred hand snatched it from the mercenary, stuffing the whole thing into his mouth. she blinks, stifling a laugh at the fact naib hadn't moved, still sitting in his position, empty hand near his mouth.

"ah,,I have more in the oven? please leave those ones for the children." she says, snickering when both men only huff, settling in chairs; one more pouty then the other at the denial of food.

still, she carries on, pouring the batter into its trays and settling them into the oven, patting sticky fingers against her fluffy petticoat, shifting around towards the large ice box, bending down to pull out a medium sized tray, the treat inside already solidified.

"this is the tailors favorite treat. I'm sure he won't mind if you boys have a bite." she chirps, placing it down on the table with a thin baking sheet to cover it. "I do have to smash it first, please wait a moment."

the sound of a hand slamming pauses her mid spin, slowly turning back to look at the table. both men had their firsts down onto the tray, the snack shattered into many small pieces, the peppermint shredding scattering a bit.

",,that works too I suppose!" quickly, she takes the sheet, watching both grasp pieces and shove them into their mouths.

"did you both come from a match? I don't think I've seen you this hungry" she asks, the prospector eyeing her before responding. "yea. we lost." he huffs, as if the bruises on his face and dirt on his clothes weren't enough of a clue.

naib merely hums, chewing the peppermint bark with intrigue; the taste exploding in his mouth. "it's good."

despite the lack of much conversation, Aukai beams, the bells and ribbons making noise with the movement of her head. "oh, I hope you don't mind, but would you both like to stay a while? I'm sure the young ones would love the extra company."

it goes unsaid that she'd also enjoy said company, though she's sure both can tell with the twitch of her fingers and curious eyes.

unfortunately for them I'd they'd of declined, a small handful of others flooded the room, dressed in tune with the upcoming holiday festivities.

memory, robbie, tracy, and even emma had popped in, clearly eyeing the tiny gingerbread men sitting in a huge pile, frosting of all colors lined in tiny tubes with more hiding in the ice box if need be.

"well, gentlemen?" the Baker smiles, helping the youngest two settle in chairs and grab their desired icing, along with their little cookie of choice.

the room itself seemed to light up, the group of ladies and gent chattering away and decorating, sometimes spilling icing on each other just for a little fun.

norton and naib simply sat by and watched, comfortable with the bouncy atmosphere despite the room itself being old and creepy in nature.

norton finds peace in the sense of not being alone, finding a place to comfortably sit and eat to his hearts content; the world around him alive and joyous.

naib, on the other hand, simply blinks; taking up the offer to scoot closer to the Baker herself. he's slow in grasping a cookie, staring before messily using some of the icing and other tiny candy decorations to make a shitty version of the man in front of him.

slowly, he lifts his head, eyes blank whilst presenting the cookie to the prospector. "look, it's you" and as if to spite him, naib immediately bites off the head of the cookie; one of its chocolate chip eyes falling out of his mouth and onto the table.

the prospector himself hisses, aggressively standing and grabbing a blank cookie of his own, squirting bits of icing onto it before holding it up. "and this is you." he says, immediately snapping the limbs off the cookie and eating them.

boy, what a long day this is going to be.

[seefare]

#SEEFARE: an affiliated misha rp blog, trailblazing with mik (20, they/them, gmt +8). embarking on a journey to the stars that has already begun. rules and portrayal notes may be found under the cut!

RULES

ON AFFILIATION: this blog is affiliated with golden reveries. as such, personal blogs and rp blogs not affiliated with gr will be softblocked or blocked.

ON ROMANCE: i'm not open to shipping as of the moment, but i do want to note that misha is a YOUNG BOY. please do not make any unsavory jokes about him, whether in character or not.

ON FORMATTING: i make a separate title post and use trim reblogs for my replies, which is a practice i got from the other rp groups i've been a part of. i use small text with icons and colored dialogue text in my writing. if you have any issues with readability or would like me to change my format, please let me know! as for my personal preference: i would prefer it if my partners could use small text in their replies so i can read it more easily <3

ON OOC CONTACT: as tumblr's IMs have been acting up recently (for me at least) i prefer discord dms. my username is emblian! i am part of gr's discord server so you may also ping me there. i will let you all know now that, while i have grown more comfortable speaking with others ooc, i am still prone to bouts of anxiety and may pull back at any given moment. please don't take this personally! i may just need some space and time to get myself together.

ON REPLIES: my schedule has gotten considerably less free since i'm starting my semester so expect me to take anywhere from a week to a month to reply. i'll do my best to avoid having my partners wait for too long, of course, but i just want to be clear just in case you think i might be ghosting you or forgetting our thread. though that's not out of the question—i'm also a pretty forgetful person, so feel free to ping me if you feel that may be the case!

ON TRIGGER WARNINGS: i will use general trigger warnings for things such as gore, extreme violence, suicide, and other topics that i deem sensitive enough to warrant it. i will be using "tw // (word)" as a tag. if you have any triggers you'd like me to tag, please feel free to let me know through a dm. i also tag spoilers under "hsr spoilers"

PORTRAYAL NOTES (NOT SPOILER-FREE)

note: my portrayal is subject to change with the story of gr, as well as my own understanding of the premise. so not everything is final!

ena's dream has graciously allowed (read: forced) misha back into the dreamscape. by the grace of the order, everything that was put out of place is now back to where it ought to be. we are all happy. sweet dreams for all. huzzah!

so... deja vu, huh? well now that he's back, misha's memories have been wiped. he has no recollection of the things he's discovered: he doesn't know he's mikhail, he doesn't know the truth of what he is. it's essentially back to misha before you complete 'then wake to weep.'

though, of course, he feels there's something... missing in his memory. like there's a name at the tip of his tongue that he can't quite speak. something that leaves him grasping at straws, feeling incomplete. ah, don't we all?

in any case, he's back to working at the reverie. so there's no need to worry about any of that strange stuff, right? riiiiight?

other notes: i treat clockie as an npc and might occasionally write him into my work. if ever we get someone who apps in clockie (if that's even possible omg) i will defer to them.

also: in line with my current portrayal, i will treat misha and mikhail as separate entities. though, of course, there is only so much distinction to be had between them, considering how misha's existence is tethered onto mikhail's memories. and again, like i've clarified, everything here is subject to change with the story of gr and whatever development i get with misha through ic threads and interactions. don't rule out the possibility of misha getting his memories back yet.

ALSO: in canon, misha cannot be seen by anyone save for the nameless, gallagher, and black swan. this post goes into more detail but, essentially, you can assume that misha can now be seen due to the freaked up nature of penacony messing with the memories he's made of.

[suvidrache]

hello,, im so sorry but can i request sum soft Nnoitra smut?? Im so down horrendous for this dude and theres not much content for him T_T

Late For Work

age in bio when interacting. minors do not interact.

Word Count: 712 | Read it on AO3

Despite how he acts and how he may seem at times. He truly does care for those close to him. He acted as if he didn't care. It was a part of his reputation that he maintained in public at all times. He didn't want to be seen as weak. He didn't want to seem as if he were an easy opponent. You understood that he was different in public than at home. Although, he sometimes struggles with cuddling and other physical things. You knew him well enough to understand.

The orange rays of the setting sun glimmered as Nnoitra made his way home. You greeted him at the door, and he picked you up as if you weighed nothing. You smiled as you wrapped your arms and legs around him. He kicked the door shut and didn't bother locking it. No one would be stupid enough to follow him home, let alone walk into Nnoitra's home.

"Welcome home." You said to him as he still continued to hold you in his arms. His grip started to tighten as you spoke. He made his way up the stairs and to the bedroom. His voice was almost a growl as he spoke.

"I need you." Then, his lips were on your neck. Your hand was in his hair, and you bit your lip. He stopped suddenly and continued his journey. He set you down on the bed and stepped away.

You began to remove your clothes as he worked on taking his off. He stepped in between your legs and rubbed his already wet tip against you. You let out a moan, and his hand tightened on your hip. You grasped onto the bedsheets as he continued rubbing his hardened length against you. Soon, he replaced it with his hand, rubbing/stroking you, until you came. He slid himself into you, letting out a moan as he did, and he resisted the urge to pound relentlessly into you. He hesitated a moment, letting you become comfortable with him. Before he slowly began to thrust his hips back and forth. You let out a moan, and you moved one of your hands to stroke/rub yourself while Nnoitra's hands held onto your hips. Your legs were wrapped around him as he began to pick up his speed and thrust harder into you. You couldn't help but let out a few moans here and there every time he hit deep inside of you. He enjoyed making you moan, and his moans were on the quieter side. You would have to have been completely quiet to even hear his moans.

He continued going hard and deeply into you, trying his hardest not to cum so early. He waited until you did, before he finally came. Letting out a small noise of relief that you could hear. He continued thrusting slowly, not wanting to pick up his speed and pace just yet. Your hands wandered from the bedsheets to his abs, slowly feeling them beneath your palms. Slowly, he began to pick up speed once again. You bit your lip, and he thrust hard into you, causing you to moan out. He wasn't going to let you hold back on your noises. He continued thrusting his hips back and forth into you, going until you both came once again. When he pulled out, he walked away. In the distance, you could hear the bath water running as he prepared one for you both. He wasn't going to go another round again, not unless you wanted him to. He picked you up from the bed and got into the bath with you sitting in front of him. He had a specially made tub, one that could fit someone his size. He helped to wash you both off before drying and carrying you back to the bed to rest. He didn't bother with the food or water. It was right on your bedside table, as it always was. He kept it well stocked after the last time you had complained about being hungry or needing something to drink.

The time on the clock read two in the morning. He had work tomorrow morning, but he wouldn't mind going in late, as he had other matters that needed his attention.

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[shedanceswithfaeries]

“Life is long, and the world big”

i have been extremely absent lately. absent here, absent in my mind, absent in society. and for that i do apologize. i was having one of those moments where i was, for lack of a better term, stuck.

you see last year, right before the big… incident, i basically had it all. a lover smiling at me when i opened my eyes in the morning. a beautiful apartment, in a beautiful city. walks in the park every day, concerts and raves every night. all the things i ever could’ve dreamed of were mine. but beautiful things don’t always last, and my beautiful thing did not. in fact it entirely crumbled. humpty dumpty fell off the wall, and everyone watched in horror as all the kings horses and all the kings men tried to piece him back together again, or however it goes.

and so i have spent about the past eight months trying to find my new beautiful thing. i am long past the days of believing that it lies in the heart of a lover. but what i have found, is that it is everywhere. in the love that i share with the friends i have found. in the feeling i get when im on the dance floor at a show, letting myself be everything that i am. in the music that i listen to as i walk down the street, pretending to be the main character in some indie film.

i have gone to great lengths to find my beautiful thing. i have pushed my boundaries and stepped out of my comfort zones. i have taken the train into the city alone just to say i could. and i could. my adventure no longer waits for a partner. it is my adventure and my adventure alone. a very wise friend once told me “life is long, and the world big” and at the time i didn’t fully grasp what that really meant. but now i understand it and appreciate it more than i ever could then.

life is long. but only as long as you are living.

and the world is big. but only as big as you allow it to be.

i am back. and i have decided to live.

[sebsxphia]

Then he was all but pounding into you, hard and fast and unforgiving, and you couldn't hold it in anymore. A scream bubbled up in your throat, and you let it free, filling the room with the shrill sound. That's when your lover stopped, going still as could be. When you opened your eyes, he was looking right at you. And that ocean blue you loved so much? It had gone nearly black. / He grabbed your face roughly, forcing you to keep eye contact. "What was that?" / "I-I-I'm sorry Daddy!" You began to sob, body undulating beneath him. "I c-couldn't help it!" / "That's not good enough." He pulled out of you, immediately climbing off of the bed. / "No, wait!" You gasped, "Daddy, please, I'm sorry, it just slipped out, I-" / But then, his hand was clamped over your mouth, eyes staring down at you so intensely you thought you would burst into flames right then and there. / "Shut your mouth, you brat," he snapped. "You are going to lay here, completely silent, until I come back. Do you understand me?"

LEAH LEAH LEAH, LEAAAAAAAAH 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 IM YOWLING LIKE A CAT IN HEAT AT 9 AM, OH MY GODDDDD!!!!! (i read this at 9 am waiting for my bus)

is it bad my pussy could feel the pounding? anyway. he is so, so fucking mean, but god would i let him do this to me, so willingly, it hurts. the lead up to this was so dizzying and so delicious, i’m reeling! i just absolutely adore the way you paint such a beautiful and pleasure binding picture. robert floyd is ruthless! hear hear! but then the softer moment after of asking for your safe word? and his check ins the whole time? 🥹🥹🥹 he’s so perfect. i’m so deeply in love with this man, and you, and your writing!

You were his good little plaything, and he made a mental note to reward you tenfold after he was finished with you. You were handling this all better than he thought you would.

"Mm, you're doing so well, sweet baby. Hold on just a little longer and Daddy will let you come."

“Poor lil thing. Need me so bad, don’t ya?”

“Guess I’ll give the baby what it wants.”

"Beg for it, m’love." / With what little energy you had left, you spoke, voice wavering. "P-please...I need to come so bad, it hurts. Please let me come, Daddy. I’ll do anything."

"Oh," Bob breathlessly sighed, "I can feel you tightenin' around me. You gonna come for me, sweet baby?"

THESE PARTS GOT ME SO FUCKING GOOOOOOD 🤤 bob using all of these sweet pet names?! whilst doing the meanest things to you?! and then coaxing it out of you so sweetly?! the, “i’ll give the baby” part sent me into orbit!!!!!!!!! i am in fact just a needy baby who’ll do anything he wants 😵‍💫

He grasped your face in his hand then, staring you down. You were trembling something awful at that point, sweaty, exhausted, nearly there. He placed his mouth against yours, tugging your bottom lip with his teeth before releasing. "Open your mouth," he hissed. / Obediently, you did so, and as your lips parted, Bob didn't miss a single beat, spitting into your open mouth before pushing it shut promptly after. "Swallow." Yet again, you obediently did so, always willing to do what he asked. The whole eroticism of it all was what pushed you over the edge, and with a desperate howl, you plummeted over that precipice, shaking violently beneath your lover.

WEEEEE YOU KNOW IM A SUCKER FOR SPITTING YEAAAAAAAH BABEY

and then all of the aftercare after?! oh leah, you know how much i adore your aftercare 🥹🥹🥹 the feeding you and brushing your teeth part?! my heart! 🥹🥹 i loved, loved, loved this! mean dom, loving, bobby is so personal to me!!!! 💗🫶🏼

the ties that bind | bob floyd

description: in which your lover unravels you completely

warnings: 18+ only, bondage, orgasm denial, vibrators, daddy kink, light pussy slapping, some begging, spitting, aftercare

pairing: bob floyd x afab!reader

Robert Floyd was ruthless. 

No one expected that of him just by looking at him. He was a quiet, passive person. He preferred to blend in, to watch from afar. No one expected him to have a mean bone in his body. And, really, he was sweet as pie. The greatest lover you’d ever known. 

But, unbeknownst to all the friends who claimed he was “passive” and “timid”, he was also wicked, and he quite enjoyed having you entirely at his mercy, willing to do whatever he asked of you. And that was precisely the position you found yourself in at that very moment.

Bound to his bed, unable to escape, skin buzzing hot with anticipation, wondering what he was going to do to you next, and thinking that maybe, just maybe, you had bitten off more than you could chew when you had agreed to do this.

In the beginning, it had sounded like such fun. Wicked, sinful fun. You had been the one to bring it up, after all. You'd gone to your lover and proposed the idea. And he, ever the sinner, had eagerly agreed. The decision was mutual, and when he had asked you if he could do anything he desired to you, within reason and boundary, you had told him yes.

But now here you were, naked, writhing, trembling. He was above you, a devious smile on his sweet, handsome face. And at that moment, with his pale blue eyes burning right into your own, you were beginning to slightly regret even suggesting this whole thing. He was punishing you in the most wonderfully painful way imaginable, and you weren't sure how much longer you could handle it.

He had you stretched out across the mattress, arms tied to the headboard, legs bound and held apart so he could easily access the very center of you. Your skin was slick with sweat, eyes squeezed shut as you put every ounce of energy you had into holding on to what little control over yourself you had left.

You could feel that all too familiar burn in your lower abdomen, threatening to engulf you in searing pleasure. But you couldn't let go, not yet. You just had to hold out a little while longer, and you would finally get your reward. But goddammit, it was hard.

Maybe it would be a little easier if you could make noise, let out your frustration through cries and moans. But you weren't allowed to make a sound, though, per his rules. If you so much as let out a whimper, you would be denied your orgasm and endure whatever punishment he deemed fit.

When he'd told you this, you had underestimated just how hard it would be. Sure, I can be quiet, you thought. Now, you were wishing you had never let him make the rule, because all you wanted to do was scream at the top of your lungs.

You'd lost track of time. Had it been minutes? Hours? He'd had that damned vibrator against your cunt for ages, on high, a setting you rarely used together because it was so intense. But he was feeling ruthless today, and was quite enjoying the sight of you squirming uncomfortably, pulling at your restraints. You looked up at him with wide eyes, silently begging him to offer some relief from the intense vibration, but he refused to oblige.

Bob knew your body well, had you memorized like the back of his hand. He knew how you moved when you were about to tip over the edge, knew the look on your face, the tense in your muscles. And whenever he saw those telltale signs, he pulled the vibrator away promptly, leaving you to buck your hips into the air and bite your lip hard in bitter frustration.

He was enjoying this, really. He'd never seen you so desperate before, he had to admit. It had his head spinning, body warm with desire. All he wanted was to be inside you, feel your slick warmth envelop him. But he was exercising every ounce of self-control he possessed. He would be inside you all in due time. Right now, his priority was getting you to the edge again, give you just the slightest taste of release before pulling away just when your body was nearly at its peak.

He watched you bite the inside of your cheek, surely hard enough to draw blood. You were trying your best to respect his wishes, to follow his command. And for that, he loved you. You were his good little plaything, and he made a mental note to reward you tenfold after he was finished with you. You were handling this all better than he thought you would.

He ran his free hand down your bare stomach, leaning down to press a kiss to your glistening forehead. "Mm, you're doing so well, sweet baby. Hold on just a little longer and Daddy will let you come."

I have been holding on! You wanted to shout at him. But you bit your tongue - literally. If you yelled, it would surely earn you a bruised bottom and a denied orgasm. You could feel it, though. Searing through you like molten lava, threatening to burn you alive. Your chest began to heave, and as Bob looked at you, he saw the slightly panicked expression on your face.

Instantly, he turned off the vibrator, partly because he couldn't handle waiting any longer, and partly because he knew you were nearing the end of your rope, and he didn’t want to push you there quite yet. He set the handheld wand aside, reaching up to gently stroke the side of your face, praising you yet again. "You're being so good for me."

You nuzzled your warm face against his large palm before his touch was gone, leaving only a soft rush of air in its wake. The sound of him unzipping his pants had your cunt clenching around nothing, knowing that in a few short moments, you would be filled to the brim.

When he came back into view, he was completely bare, and you watched through hazy eyes as he reached down, lazily tugging that thick, heavy cock before he situated himself between your spread, trembling legs. In that moment, he wanted to tell you to beg for it, as he often did. But he wanted to see just how long you could stay silent.

Leaning down, he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your lips, tongue ever so slowly sliding over your bottom lip. Then he went lower, hungry mouth suckling at your soft breasts. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin and you huffed, bucking your hips up in search of him. He held you down with his hand against your pelvis. “Uh-uh, be patient,” he scolded.

Deft fingers danced along the front of your body before he caressed your spasming pussy, so swollen and hot to the touch. “Poor lil thing. Need me so bad, don’t ya?” He hummed with mock sympathy. You looked up at him with wide eyes, frantically nodding. 

“Guess I’ll give the baby what it wants.” Then, he guided his cock toward the place where you needed him most, and he began to nudge into you. 

At the initial stretch, you let out a gasp, trying so hard not to whimper. How on earth were you meant to stay silent when that gorgeous cock of his was currently beginning to split you right open? Your own arousal provided more than enough lubricant for him. "Look at you," he murmured, "soaked and ready for my cock."

You pulled at your restraints again, leaning up, hoping he'd kiss you again. But he ignored your silent plea, placing his hands on either side of your arms, holding himself up as he began to slowly thrust into you.

He couldn't help but groan deeply at the feeling of you, so snug and warm around him. He knew it wouldn't take long for him to reach his end, and he was glad that he'd edged you so much, because that meant you'd finish right along with him.

He brought his mouth down to your breasts again, sucking and biting as he picked up his pace, fucking into you more deliberately. Beneath him, you were trying desperately to keep your mouth shut, to remain silent as he carried on. But he was making it damn near impossible. He felt so good, filling you deliciously, each ridge and vein brushing against every last inch of you.

You closed your eyes, the sensations bubbling up within you growing too intense, enough to draw tears. They began sliding down the sides of your face and into your hairline, hot and wet. You moved in tandem with him, rolling your hips, wanting and needing more. You were getting close, simply from the stimulation of his pubic bone against your swollen clit, the gathering of sandy curls around the base of his cock only heightening those sensations with each brush against you.

If you stayed quiet just a little longer, you knew that he would let you come soon enough. In the beginning, he'd told you that you would only be allowed to come while he was inside you, and now, your sweet release was so close you could almost taste it on your tongue.

Bob was growing a little rougher, a little faster, a little deeper. He was making noise freely, groaning and growling, filthy words swimming through your head, telling you how good you felt, how wet you were, how you were made to take his cock. You wanted to scream, cry, wail. It was becoming so overwhelming that you weren't sure how much longer you could hold out. You were biting your cheek so hard you could taste copper in your mouth.

Then he was all but pounding into you, hard and fast and unforgiving, and you couldn't hold it in anymore. A scream bubbled up in your throat, and you let it free, filling the room with the shrill sound. That's when your lover stopped, going still as could be. When you opened your eyes, he was looking right at you. And that ocean blue you loved so much? It had gone nearly black.

He grabbed your face roughly, forcing you to keep eye contact. "What was that?"

"I-I-I'm sorry Daddy!" You began to sob, body undulating beneath him. "I c-couldn't help it!"

"That's not good enough." He pulled out of you, immediately climbing off of the bed.

"No, wait!" You gasped, "Daddy, please, I'm sorry, it just slipped out, I-"

But then, his hand was clamped over your mouth, eyes staring down at you so intensely you thought you would burst into flames right then and there.

"Shut your mouth, you brat," he snapped. "You are going to lay here, completely silent, until I come back. Do you understand me?"

You nodded, and he lifted his hand from your mouth. Tears were still streaming down your face, due to frustration, anger (mostly at yourself), and desperation. You sniffled, coughing and sputtering as you watched Bob stop to pull his sweatpants on. He only turned back to you to speak once more. “What word do you say if you need me to come back and untie you?” His face had gone gentle.

“Palomino,” you breathlessly replied.

“Atta girl.” He left a sweet kiss to your sweaty forehead. When he straightened, he was back to that strict persona. "You're staying like this until I come back into the room." 

And then he was gone, leaving you stretched out and humiliated on the bed. It took you a long while to calm down, for the tears to stop and for your breathing to return to normal.

Meanwhile, Bob had made his way into the kitchen. Dinner time was approaching, and he wanted to have a meal prepared for when he was finished with you, because he knew your energy would be depleted, and that you would be starving.

He also knew this was torture for you, laying there, suspended and unable to do a single thing about it. He could only imagine how pliant you would be once he returned, willing to do absolutely anything he asked of you, just so you could get a release. And if he was being honest, that was what he wanted, because he, too, needed a release. He was still achingly hard within the confines of his pants, and he knew it wouldn't go away so easily.

To distract himself, he put on some music - classical, Tchaikovsky's 4th - and then proceeded to gather the ingredients he'd need. Pasta, of course. Something hearty and comforting, because he knew you'd need it after all the exertion he'd put you through.

He let himself slip into the process of preparing the meal. Cooking had always been therapeutic for him. Especially cooking for his lover. He put his whole heart into the meals he made, and you always swore you could taste the love in each bite.

In the bedroom, you could hear everything. The music, the clang of pots and pans. You could smell garlic cooking, and you knew he would take his sweet time preparing everything, just to further punish you. Damn him, the bastard.

Your shoulders were becoming quite sore from your predicament, and so were your legs. It was rather uncomfortable. It always was, but normally, Bob removed the ropes from you the moment he was finished. But not tonight, because he was far from finished with you.

It felt like hours had passed, even though it couldn’t have been more than twenty-five minutes. You were growing restless. So, in order to occupy yourself, you closed your eyes, attempting to create an elaborate story in your head. It did little to distract you fully, but it did help some. So you continued on. Eyes closed. Waiting, waiting, waiting. 

And there was Bob, entirely at ease and unbothered in the kitchen, draining the pasta and moving over to stir the sauce. He tasted it, deciding it needed a little more basil leaf before pausing to chop one and tossing it into the deep red liquid. He knew you’d love the sauce, he’d outdone himself this time with it.

But you were not thinking about food. You were thinking about him. And you were beginning to grow angry at that point. Your patience was wearing thin. You knew this was what you deserved for disobeying his one rule, no sounds, but you couldn't be bothered to care. You just wanted him to come back and untie you. You thought about shouting for him, maybe eve safewording, but decided against it. You were nowhere near needing to use that word just yet. Bob’s intention was never to push you to have to use it, either. The word was merely there as a safeguard, and you didn’t find it necessary to use at the moment.

So, you remained silent, just as you'd been doing for the past thirty minutes. And finally, after what felt like eternity, you could hear his footsteps coming down the hall. An odd mix of both relief and anxiety swirled through you at once. Relief because you knew he would soon release you, and anxiety because you had no idea what was coming after.

A glass of water was perched in his hand, and a smirk was spread across his handsome face. "Look at my pretty little angel," he murmured, strolling towards the bed. "Still spread out for me, just the way I left you."

The clink of the glass being set on the nightstand reached your ears, but you didn't dare take your eyes off him to look at it. Bob's hand came to rest against your cheek, before traveling downwards, skimming over your breasts, stomach, and finally landing between your legs. Those beautiful fingers slid along your wetness, and you shifted your hips, only to be shocked entirely by a light slap to your pussy.

Even so, Bob had mercy on you. He'd punished you long enough, it was time to reward you. So, he reached up, taking the liberty to untie the bonds on your wrists. When your arms fell, you let out an audible sigh of relief, slowly lengthening your arms beside you as Bob moved to untie your legs. His fingers massaged over the marks the rope had left indented on your skin, and he moved down to press a kiss to each one.

For a moment, his eyes softened as he gazed at you. "You okay?"

You mustered a weak, but genuine, smile, and nodded. “I’m fine.”

Satisfied with that, Bob set the jute rope aside, and climbed onto the bed. He hovered over you, seamlessly moving to leave a deep kiss against your lips. His warm hands cupped your face, and he broke the kiss to look at you. "You can make noise this time around," he granted, and yet another flood of relief washed over you.

Bob made quick work of removing his pants then, tossing them to the floor below before settling between your legs yet again. You let your eyes flutter shut as you felt his heavy cock pressing against your soft, wet center again. His voice, sweet and low, floated through your head then.

"Beg for it, m’love."

With what little energy you had left, you spoke, voice wavering. "P-please...I need to come so bad, it hurts. Please let me come, Daddy. I’ll do anything."

If he was feeling spiteful, he would have demanded more from you. But in that moment, he needed his release as much as you did. So he took your plea with satisfaction, kissing you yet again as he slipped into you for the second time that night. The feeling made you whine, and you grabbed at his shoulders for purchase.

His movements were slow at first, gradually building. He covered you with his entire body, engulfing you in the safety of his big arms as he fucked you. He soon had you trembling, gasping, moaning. The ability to let out sounds felt so wonderful, and you were sure to let out plenty.

You were so painfully close. A full hour of stimulation still had you sensitive, even thirty minutes later. When Bob brought his hand down to the place where your bodies met, fingers pressing into your nub of nerves, you were keening beneath him, tears springing to your eyes all over again.

"Oh," Bob breathlessly sighed, "I can feel you tightenin' around me. You gonna come for me, sweet baby?"

"Y-yes," you squeaked, pathetically so.

So, Bob went a little faster, a little harder. And soon, he was fucking you right into the mattress, hitting all those wonderful spots inside of you at a steady pace, sending shocks of delicious pleasure surging through you, like electricity through a live wire.

He grunted and growled above you, trying his hardest to stave off his own orgasm. You were going to come before him, he was determined to make it happen. You’d been so good for him and you deserved it.

He was slamming into you at that point, the sound of skin on skin growing almost deafening. You cried out, clutching him hard enough to leave bruises. With your mouth parted, he couldn’t help but lean down to capture your lips with his own again.

"Come on," he gritted out, "I know you want to come for Daddy. Do it, come all over my cock."

You could only moan and whimper, writhing and thrashing against the mattress. Bob had a look of determination twisted into his features, a curl of sandy hair falling against his sweaty forehead. He wasn't going to let up until you were completely overwhelmed.

He grasped your face in his hand then, staring you down. You were trembling something awful at that point, sweaty, exhausted, nearly there. He placed his mouth against yours, tugging your bottom lip with his teeth before releasing. "Open your mouth," he hissed.

Obediently, you did so, and as your lips parted, Bob didn't miss a single beat, spitting into your open mouth before pushing it shut promptly after. "Swallow." Yet again, you obediently did so, always willing to do what he asked. The whole eroticism of it all was what pushed you over the edge, and with a desperate howl, you plummeted over that precipice, shaking violently beneath your lover.

Bubbly warmth engulfed you from head to toe, rushing through you in a surge so powerful you swore you blacked out. All you felt was utter euphoria, blanketing you like an intensely warm hug.

Above you, he watched it all unfold. He leaned back so he could watch the way your pussy clamped tightly around him, pulsing and contracting, milking him. As your body began to flutter down from the mind-numbing high, he soon reached his own.

With a low, open-mouthed moan, he fell apart, hips sporadically jolting into you as his spend seeped into you, claiming you as his own. If you weren’t so out of it you might’ve been able to admire that gorgeous face contorted in painful pleasure.

Soon enough, he fell against you, sweaty, spent, a complete mess. You held onto him, trying to calm down, though you were still trembling. "So good for me,” Bob sighed, “such a sweet pussy.”

He slowly and reluctantly moved to pull out of you, shushing your whine of protest. He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander, glancing down to watch the pearly white essence that had begun to drip out of your pulsing cunt. Then he gazed back up at you, brushing away strands of hair that stuck to your forehead from the sweat. "How’s my baby?"

The initial intensity of it all had worn off, and you were now left feeling sore and utterly drained. "I'm...I'm tired," you whispered, unable to utilize your energy to say anything else.

“Yeah? Is it okay if I move you? I wanna clean you up a bit.”

“Y-yeah.”

Ever so gently, he helped you climb out of bed, and he guided you into the bathroom, letting you lean on him when your legs threatened to give out.

He had you sit on the counter and spread your legs, where he carefully used a soft, damp cloth to wipe your center clean. He soothed you when you whimpered from the sensitivity. “I know. I’ll be quick,” he assured you.

He used another cool rag to carefully wipe your sweaty face. “Think you can handle a bath right now? Or is that too much?”

You considered this for a moment, your eyes heavy with exhaustion. “Too tired. Jus’ want to be wiped down.”

That was all he needed. He lovingly kissed your lips before he helped you climb down from the counter. After a quick full body wipe down, he then led you back into the bedroom, where he helped you change into one of his shirts and a pair of shorts. He dressed in his own pair of sweatpants once he had you settled.

Then, as you sat on the edge of the bed, he reached over to the nightstand to grab a bottle of water. He cracked open the lid and held the bottle up to your mouth for you to drink. It was cool, and did wonders to soothe your parched throat.

“You feelin’ up to eating anything? I made your favorite pasta,” he calmly suggested. As if on cue, your stomach rumbled eagerly.

You shared a look, and you giggled at each other. “Guess I’m hungry,” you said.

Bob nuzzled his nose against yours before he helped you stand, wrapping a strong arm around you. He took you down to the kitchen and guided you into a chair. However, it didn’t last long, because as soon as he sat down, you were climbing into his lap, craving physical contact.

“Wan’ me to feed you too?” He teased.

“Actually…I wouldn’t mind that,” you whispered in reply.

He kissed your temple. “Anything for my baby.” 

Then your sweet Bobby began to feed you your dinner, purely out of love for you. It made your heart sing and tears of appreciation well in your eyes. You kissed his neck and thanked him. He told you he was happy to do it.

Once dinner was finished, Bob had an important question to ask you. "What do you want to do, sweet baby?" He asked. This was how it always was. After you allowed him the privilege of using your body, he always allowed you to choose how you wanted to be cared for.

"I wanna cuddle and watch something," you replied, to which he nodded.

"Coming right up," he said, yet again lifting you up. He left the dinner dishes, deciding he'd do them tomorrow. For now, his sole focus was taking care of you. You ended up in the bathroom again, where he placed you to stand on the floor. He kissed your forehead before pulling your toothbrush from the cup on the sink and squeezing toothpaste onto it.

Gently grabbing your face, he said, "Open."

You did so, and he placed the brush in your mouth, beginning the project of brushing your teeth for you. The gesture made you feel so deeply cared for. “There ya go. Go ahead and spit,” he finally instructed once he was certain he’d done a thorough job.

After the toothbrush and toothpaste were put away, it was time for bed. He helped you under the covers, and you curled up against the mattress as as you watched Bob search for a movie in your expansive DVD collection. Finally, he decided on something with Fred Astaire, one of his favorites, and popped it into the player before climbing into bed alongside you.

You curled up against his side, letting him engulf you in comfort and softness. Such a stark contrast to the rough, dominant man who'd just ruined you. You smiled to yourself, knowing just how much you loved him, and how much you always would.

"You were so good for me today," he praised, just as the opening credits of the movie began to roll, "how did I get so lucky?"

You shook your head, nuzzling against his neck. “I should be asking myself the same thing. I love you so much, Bobby. Take such good care of me"

"And I love you, sweet baby. Forever and always."

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[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 47

anon - OKAY OKAY HERE ME OUT

New Baby Scarb Chapter but,

EXTREME ANGST

(Not forced) anyway I will your BS series! It’s so good!:) I personally love angst and there is so much potential with BS angst- like the ideas are running laps in my mind lol, again you’re such a good writer and I hope that one day I could be as good as you!:)

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anon - listen. HEAR ME OUT. im a sucker for deathfics. but, if the moonboys were to die id kms so what ab a NEAR death fic, like they were out on a mission or sumn and it went wrong

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anon - marc wakes up and sees y/n and casper making out then goes right tf back to bed

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anon - Can we get some more Casper content please? :)

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masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : angst? and fluff? idk

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, nightmares, memory bank mentions, asylum mention, heavy mentions of child abuse, near death for major character, angst with a semi happy ending, making out :), the usual, let me know if i missed anything.

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“open the door, come on you know he didn’t mean it” steven lightly knocks for what feels like the millionth time.

steven was there alone, marc had a tantrum and completely freaked out so jake had to take him up to the roof to get some air.

“then why did he say it?” you exclaim from the other side, making steven sigh.

it broke his heart to see you like this, so angry and betrayed at something he knows marc didn’t mean.

he heard you sobbing into your pillow a minute later when he couldn’t answer, and that’s when khonshu decided to help by unlocking the door, letting steven inside.

steven took a careful step in, seeing you curled up by the wall with a pillow tightly held in your grasp.

he sat down on the floor in front of you, waiting patiently until you calmed down enough to look at him.

and when you did, he gasped silently when he saw how red your eyes were and the fact you had to bite down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood to keep from crying.

“..did he really think i was crazy?” you ask quietly and steven shakes his head.

“he’s never thought that” he starts. “he was just trying to deny the fact that he wanted to help you”

“maybe he’s right” you start, wiping the tears from your face. “maybe i am crazy”

“no, you’re not-“

“don’t even start with that. i have been taking medicine all my life so that i stay sane” you scoffs at yourself and wipe your nose on your sleeve.

“..what did you see in the memory bank?” steven asks hesitantly and you shake your head.

“i saw when marc called me crazy. and then a month later he regretted it” you tell him and he tilts his head.

“anything else?” he starts. “you should probably go talk to him-“

“his mother…” you start, making steven turn pale.

“she.. she hit him” you take a shaky breath.

“it wasn’t his fault” you say, your voice cracking at the end of your sentence.

“y/n, you need to-“

“wait why did i even see his memories? why was he looking at me like that when he woke up-?” you stop yourself and take another breath.

“he saw mine. didn’t he?” you rush to say, already getting up while steven puts a hand on your shoulder to steady your slightly swaying form.

you felt dizzy for a moment when you got up, and pat steven’s hand when you were better.

“what did he see? i-“

“darling please calm down, i-“

you grab steven by the shoulders. “no steven! i need to know what he saw” you grit your teeth and let go of him, muttering apologies as steven guides you outside your room.

“let me help you to the roof, i think you two need to talk” he says quietly and you nod, leaving the pillow in the middle of the living room.

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“you don’t understand jake-“

“yes i do. i saw it. i was there” jake says shortly and marc scoffs.

“you’re weren’t there- you were just-“

“watching.”

“exactly- and i didn’t even think she was crazy- i- i just-“

the rooftops door opens, revealing you and steven, marc noticing how you shivered when the first gust of wind hit you.

you stood slightly in front of steven, who had his arm out behind you in case you chickened out to hide back down in your room.

he knew you needed to just talk it out with marc, and have him explain what exactly happened and what he was feeling when he said what he did.

jake claps marc on the shoulder before moving quickly past you and steven to go back inside.

you stare at marc for a second before steven ushers you forward, so you walk to marc while he takes careful steps to you as well.

he takes you in a gentle, one sided hug while steven nods to him and leaves as well.

“marc” you murmur, gently pushing him back so you could go sit on the couch steven had found a couple days back.

it was a rarely cloudy night in london, and there was a light breeze so you weren’t too hot or too cold.

“what did you see?” you ask him once he sits down next to you.

he thinks for a second before you ask again more firmly.

“marc. what did you see?” your voice cracks at the end of your sentence.

“your first home” he starts, and you gasp quietly. “and when you found out about your schizophrenia” he ends it quietly.

“they gave me back because they were scared” you take in a shaky breath, and marc shakes his head.

“they thought i was a freak. when they adopted me i was normal, but then… the doctors proved us all wrong”

“you’re not a freak”

“well six months ago you did” you glare at him for a second before looking away.

“you.. i- i thought the dinner went well so i guess i was just surprised”

“it did go well, i just need you to listen to me for a minute, okay?” marc asks and you look at him while nodding slowly.

“i only said that because i didn’t want to admit to myself that a teenager i talked to for three hours already grew on me” he begins and you listen patiently with a bit of guilt building up.

“i didn’t want you to be involved with us, because of all khonshus work but obviously that plan didn’t go so well” he gestures to you sitting next to him.

“..if you just told me-“

“no- y/n you don’t understand- after you got so upset when i snapped at you i couldn’t bring myself to do it again. even if it was to apologize” he explains and you gulp, nodding.

it’s quiet for a moment before he decides to speak again.

“and i saw.. one of your families” he starts quietly and you brace yourself, not knowing which one he saw yet.

“you were dragged into the basement and that’s when it flashed a couple years forward” he explains and it sinks in which family he was talking about.

“that man.. he- he brought you to an asylum” his voice almost breaks at the end of his sentence while you nod and look away from him.

“i’m sorry” he tells you and you look back to him.

“for what?”

“for not being there” he shakes his head and stops you replying by putting a hand up.

“i know there was no way of knowing- but i really wish i could’ve raised you” the beginning of his rant surprised you, being honest.

you had no idea they felt that way, well, marc at least.

“we aren’t blood but you’re my kid, and as your father i wish i could’ve seen your first steps- or heard your first words- anything- but that doesn’t mean i haven’t loved being with you for the time i have”

“if that makes sense” he finishes and you lean over so that you can give him a side hug and bury your face in his shoulder while he rubs your back with one hand.

“marc i.. i saw something i wish i didn’t” you change the subject.

you take your head off his shoulder to see that he’s looking at you with fear in his eyes.

“it was my mother, wasn’t it?” he asks quickly and you hesitate in nodding.

“just forget about it” he murmurs and you nod without another word.

by the way he said it, you knew he wouldn’t talk about it no matter how much it bothered him.

“it wasn’t your fault” you whisper, not caring if he heard you or not.

but he did, and it showed.

he looked to you, fighting the tears in his eyes.

he just nods stiffly and take a breath.

“what was it like there?” he suddenly asks, making you hum in confusion.

“the uh… asylum” he continues.

“it was.. it was weird honestly” you start. “i was treated like i would shatter into a million pieces if someone said the wrong thing to me”

“i went from one pill to two, and i was mildly sedated every morning and at lunch” you trail off, talking a bit quieter.

“i hate that i fit in perfectly in there” you nod to yourself.

“in your defense you could fit in anywhere. and do you know why?” marc asks and you shake your head.

“because you are normal. as normal as it gets when you get bit by a radioactive spider, anyways” he shrugs and you feel yourself smile.

“i’m sorry i got mad at you. i should’ve let you explain” you tell marc, who makes a face.

“don’t be, you had every right to be mad. and i.. i apologize for what i said” he apologizes and you smile even wider.

you move closer to hug him again when jake and steven come rushing out onto the roof panting.

“guys- khonshu-“ steven starts before there’s a flash and when you open your eyes, they are both gone and panicking- well, you can hear them panicking.

“are they back?” you turn to marc who nods.

“there must be a mission”

“let me come with you” you say to him and he tilts his head.

“i don’t think-“

“come on please! it’ll be good practice!” you exclaim, and he sighs tiredly as the suit envelopes his body.

“fine- just listen to me, okay?” he questions and you nod, your own suit forming along with the mask.

“you have to promise us” marc tells you sternly before walking to the edge of the roof.

“i promise- you think i would mess this up?” you ask rhetorically, marc cocking his head before jumping off the roof, you doing the same and following him by swinging while he basically flies.

it’s about fifteen minutes later when he lands, you doing the same and taking a couple deep breaths.

“where… where are we?” you whisper to marc, who was looking around at the tall tower you were standing on.

yes, you and marc have landed on a tall tower.

“just wait” khonshu says from where he’s floating before he disappears again.

“for what?” you whisper into thin air, you and marc circling around while looking for anything suspicious.

you heard one twig snap in the distance, making you freeze, and just before you tell marc six people basically spear out of no where, attacking both you and marc.

three people for each you and marc.

it was a mess of punches and kicks with trying to keep the guys off of you.

you got hit in the nose pretty hard, and a sharp dagger grazed your ribs a couple times.

you shot web after web at them, and it was only when you pushed the last one off the building that you heard a pained gasp.

you turned around so hard you almost got whiplash, and you see the last remaining person shoving marc off the roof, and you noticed something shiny sticking out of his thigh.

you yelled all their names at the top of your lungs, sprinting towards the person to shove them off as well and leaping off the top of the tower after marc.

he was falling faster than you, so you shot a web down towards him, barely reaching him before he hit the ground.

once the web stuck to his chest, you shot another one out to the side, sticking to the building, stopping both yours and marc’s movements as you hang there, keeping yourself from falling while making sure marc doesn’t either.

you strain your muscles as you try to keep you and marc from falling to your deaths, trying to sway marc back and forth to try and wake him up.

“marc! please- wake up!” you feel tears brim your eyes, the mask fading off of you as an idea forms in your head.

you slowly lower yourself down, until marc is as a safe enough distance to try and drop him as gently as you can.

and once you do you drop down yourself, then rush through the grass to check his pulse, making sure the healing armor was doing its job.

and it did, khonshu explained to you once how sometimes the shock of an injury could make the user pass out, so as long as he had the armor he would only heal a little slower than usual.

you sigh in relief as that quickly turns into anger, seeing the man you pushed off the roof trying to crawl away.

you saw a hint of a scale tattoo on his forearm, making you clench your jaw as you angrily stomp over to him.

you lift him up by his collar and see the amusement in his eyes.

“who sent you?” you ask darkly, getting confused when he chuckles.

“hello miss harrow” he chuckles more and you take one of your hands off his collar to punch him in the face as hard as you can.

“why are you here?” you ask him, holding your fist out to hit him again if he didn’t give you an answer you liked.

“for you” 

another punch followed by you slamming him into the ground, being blinded by the color red while you beat the absolute shut out of this man.

punching and kicking and hitting until he takes his last breath.

and that’s when you freeze.

did you just kill that guy?

oh my god. you just killed someone.

you murdered a human being.

you blink, and when you open your eyes again you and marc are both back home.

“oh thank you khonshu” you whisper, moving to listen to marc’s heartbeat while he lays limp on the bed.

you wipe your tears and feel the suit leave your body, making you feel the ache of fighting.

you reach for your phone you left on the coffee table and dial the first number you found suitable for what you needed.

“y/n?”

“heyyyy buddy i need your help” you rasp out.

“it’s almost midnight- are you okay?” casper asks worriedly and you hum.

“just a little scraped up. you don’t have to-“

“no i’ll be there in five” he hangs up, making you scoff.

and literally five minutes later, there was a knock at the door, making you groan to get up and open it, revealing a worried casper you walks in.

“what happened? where does it hurt?” he asks you, stopping when he sees marc, a knife still embedded in his thigh.

“is he okay?” he asks shakily and you nod.

“yeah he’s fine it’ll just take a while” you answer, going to sit down on the couch.

he lets out a calming breath and gathers the proper items from the bathroom while you patiently wait on the couch.

“you really didn’t have to come all the way here” you start, casper sitting down next to you as he prepares an alcohol pad.

“i could’ve done this myself”

“you and i both know that you’re incapable of taking care of yourself” casper begins and you lift an eyebrow.

“that’s what i’m here for” he tells you smugly and you let out a breathy chuckle before he awkwardly takes another breath.

“where exactly are you injured? other than your obviously broken nose”

“my nose is broken?!” you exclaim, feeling you nose to realize it’s a bit crooked where it usually isn’t.

“don’t worry, it’s an easy fix- but where’s the blood?” he asks and you point to your abdomen before lifting your shirt up so that the three slices can be seen.

three clean slices, not too deep but enough to draw the sticky blood from underneath the skin.

casper’s focus though, was on the toned muscle of your stomach.

“when did you get ripped?” he asks and you make a face.

“that’s what steven said” you mutter before answering. “it was the spider”

casper nods and gently starts wiping the cuts clean with the alcohol pad, all while you look over at marc every couple minutes to make sure he’s still okay.

a lot has happened tonight. and very fast too.

casper finished cleaning the cuts and bandaging them expertly, so now you two were just sitting in silence until you broke it.

“what did i do to deserve you?” you ask out of the blue, making casper grin.

“what didn’t you do?” he retorts, making you smile as well.

it was like another flash, one moment you and casper weren’t even touching, and the next you were all over each other.

one hand in his hair and the other resting on his chest, where one of his hands was on the back of your head, gently pulling you towards him while the other rested gently on your waist.

you only broke apart to take a breath, and the second time you had to do that you decided to bring both your legs up to go on either sides of his, so that you were straddling his lap.

you deepened the kiss even more, each sides of your noses pressing against each other.

you felt casper gain confidence and swipe his tongue across your bottom lip, urging you to open your mouth.

you oblige without complaint, and the moment your tongues touch, you let out a quiet groan, letting whatever happened happen.

you felt casper slip his hand up your shirt, running his fingers along the healing cuts and scars from past injuries.

it was about to go further when you heard an annoyed groan, and that’s when you turned around to see marc making a face at you.

“i’m going the fuck back to sleep- jesus” marc mumbles, turning around and doing so.

you chuckle and press one more kiss to casper’s lips before getting off of him to go check on marc.

you gently lay a hand on his shoulder. “are you doing okay?”

“other than the knife inside me, yes” he mumbles, simply pulling it out and tossing it aside, the hole healing enough to not bleed out.

you sigh and nod, squeezing his shoulder as he drifted back off to sleep and you made your way back to casper.

“so” you start.

“where were we?” 

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A/N : omfg i’m so so sorry my internet went out and i literally couldn’t even go on my tumblr for like 4 hours :(((

but hey i finished it and it’s very rushed so sorry about that but i hope you all like it <3

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[bratshaws]

goodness gracious 62. brb x oc

im sorry but this scene shouldnt be as hot as it is

a/n: aOKAY THIS CHAPTER MADE ME TEAR UP A BIT??? BUT HEY ITS ALL GOOD

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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: Fluff, FLUFF MY GOD

chapters:

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Beatrice waits for Rooster by the cabin’s front door, pulling her hat tighter on her head as Jolene remains lying on the couch happily warm. They were going to visit his mother’s grave and noticed he was a lot quieter, she didn’t question him, she knew he had his own thoughts to deal with and she preferred to keep it to herself knowing that if he wanted to talk he would. She wrapped her scarf tighter around her neck, hearing his footsteps approaching from the kitchen, the jingle of keys signaling he was ready to leave.

She looks up just in time to see Rooster gently pet Jolene’s sleeping form, meeting his eyes with a small smile, “Ready?” he asks and she nods in response, offering her hand to him. Immediately he grasps it, interlacing their fingers together and stepping out on the cabin’s porch. Beatrice waits for him to press the card to the locking sensor, it was weirdly satisfying to hear all the locks in the cabin work simultaneously and the windows immediately tint darker so they could only see their reflection. 

They wasted no time getting inside the car, Rooster rubbing his hands to warm them up and pushing up the wool collar of his jacket to stand higher on his neck, “I checked the weather app.” he comments, “There’s going to be a snowstorm later tonight. I have no clue how long it’s going to last,” he looks behind the seat to reverse the car, “Hopefully it’ll be just tonight, but if not I’d have to call Mav and let him know we might take the flight back on late monday or tuesday.”

It was understandable, it’d be extremely dangerous to fly back in such an intense weather, “That’s okay, I can let Penny know too if you want?” he nods, looking back forward to drive down the road, eyes flicking around to check their surroundings as they made their way out of the area. He was very tense, she could see by the way his shoulders were up and the muscle on his jaw popped every once in a while, he wasn’t even humming along to Mississippi Queen when he turned on the radio. 

She bit her lower lip, deciding to look out the window instead and allow him to have his quiet moment. She didn’t feel like talking would help right now. 

The cemetery was just as far as he said, forty minutes, forty five because there was a bit of traffic down the lane. He seemed to tense up more than before, clutching the steering wheel tight enough for his knuckles to turn white. Beatrice frowns, then places her hand on top of one of his, rubbing the knuckles soothingly but not saying anything else, still looking out of the window and feeling his hand relax a little bit.

When they stopped at the parking lot, the fairly empty parking lot, he just stood there with his hands now on top of his thighs breathing in slowly. A lot must be going on in his head, a lot of memories he was reliving right now and it felt wrong for her to intrude by asking if he was okay. But she reached for his hand again, keeping it there just so he knew if he needed her there she was. Beatrice smiled shortly when he squeezed her hand, he didn’t have to say anything besides that, in thanks.

He pulls back to step out of the car, with Beatrice doing the same. The wind wasn’t as bad as last night, while the cold was still awful but she could handle it. Bradley looks up at the cemetery’s entrance, the black curved iron gates appearing much smaller than he remembered the last times he was there, “Okay.” he says with finality, holding his hand back to her to grab, “Let’s go.” Beatrice grasps it, letting him guide the two of them up the steps and into the cemetery. He already knew where to go, he didn’t need to ask anyone for help, just tilting his head back and forth until he found specific hallways and rows that he remembered. 

It wasn’t a big cemetery, it had a lot of trees -that now were just twigs because of the winter - and colorful vases with fake flowers that gave the area a pop of color amongst all the neutral toned gravestones. The snow crunched beneath their feet, the only sound besides the casual wind rustling the branches around them, as they walked down a few more steps before Bradley stopped completely.

She blinks, turning to face the two tombstones right next to the other. The snow piled on the curves and on the name plaques, but didn’t hide the names of his parents from view. While it was his mother’s birthday, she knew he wanted to see his father too. Rooster sighs heavily, scratching the side of his jaw while cleaning his throat, letting go of her hand to wipe the pictures’ glasses that were covered with frost, exposing the smiling faces of his mother and father.

They both looked like they were staring at each other, she had a feeling it was actually their wedding picture that was cropped to make it that way. It was really sweet and yet, heartbroken at the same time, they had a whole life together and while she was sure that Carole did a wonderful job raising Bradley, she missed her husband dearly. Beatrice turns towards her silent boyfriend, who is now plucking the back of his gloves, stepping closer to touch his upper back, rubbing it gently, “Hey,” she says,snapping him out of his thoughts, his eyebrows immediately relaxing, “Do you need a moment?”

He didn’t want to say yes, she could see by the way his eyes moved from the gravestones to her. He invited her to come, he didn’t want her to leave. “...no.” he says, “No,I want you to stay.” and he grabs her hand again, interlacing his fingers with hers, pulling her to his side so he’d keep her warm. Bradley inhales the cold air with his eyebrows furrowing again, licking his lips before he speaks, “I should’ve gotten flowers, but she hated fake flowers. They made her sneeze.”

“Yeah,” he was so considerate, “Maybe we can give her something else?” she suggests gently, making her boyfriend turn his head towards her in confusion as she looks back to the cemetery’s entrance, “I saw someone selling those little angel sculptures, do you think she’d like that?” there was? God he hadn’t even noticed, but he did know there was a little shop where people did buy those fake flowers and other stuff to adorn the ground around the gravestone.

His mother would like that, “Yeah. She would.” Beatrice’s little smile made his heart soar, his eyes going back to the gravestones “...Maybe something for my dad too. Doesn’t have to be an angel, but, I don’t know…something else.”

“Maybe they have other types of sculptures.” she says softly, still holding his hand, “We can check it out later, if you want.”

Bradley smiled for the first time since they got there,”I’d like that.” he says, feeling the warmth spread from his heart to his limbs in a matter of seconds. He didn’t deserve her, there was no way he deserved her. How did she land on his life? He was thankful, of course, every single day, but how? She just knew what to say or do to calm him down, to ease his heart and it was possible she didn’t even know how often she did it. 

After a few minutes of silence, he spoke again, “...how did you deal with your nonna’s passing?.” he mutters, holding her hand just a bit tighter, “If you can share that.”

Beatrice’s chest expands in an inhale and she looks up to the sky, squinting a bit when she sees a random leaf - probably from the fake flowers - floating away “I don’t know…honestly I…I can’t say exactly how it happened.” her eyes shine with tears she refused to shed, “I found out that she passed when I was in school, I was about to go to my science class when the principal called me…It was,I don’t…” she frowns, “I don’t know, I barely remember going to her funeral. I still miss her, to this day and it hurts she’s not with me physically but there’s some comfort knowing she’s with me spiritually.”

She doesn’t know if her explanation makes any sense, but seeing how Bradley nodded to her every word apparently she did make a little bit. “I feel the same way sometimes, I hate it. I wish they were both with me.” Bradley rubs the pad of his thumb against the side of her hand, their gloves making a brushing sound as they touch, “I was really angry at Mav for a long time, I was alone for a long time, I kicked him out of my life completely until I saw him again at TOPGUN…I guess I didn’t want to admit he was the one family I had left and that my parents would hate knowing I was so…mad at him.”

“It’s not your fault.” she whispered, “You had a lot of feelings you didn’t know how to deal with,Brad. Sometimes we lash out in anger when we don’t know.” Beatrice explains calmly, rubbing his arm with her free hand and then leaning her temple against the sleeve that covered his bicep “Plus, you and Mav are okay now. You two managed to work things out.” Bradley nods after a few seconds, his eyebrows still furrowed, “It’s how life is Brad. Sometimes it takes us years to figure things out, to know and understand our own actions. We can’t go back in time and prevent things from happening, it’s up to us to know how to deal with it.”

He turned his eyes down at her, seeing her sweet smile and the Peruvian styled flaps moving with the wind alongside her hair. His own smile returned and he leaned down to peck her lips, resting his forehead on top of hers with a sigh leaving through his nostrils, “You are just so incredible.” he murmurs, but his eyes blink open when he sees that she’s shuddering a bit, even with the thick layers of clothing she wore, “Hey, do you want to get some hot cocoa? There’s a lady that sells it down the street, she’s always there.”

Beatrice looks over her shoulder to the cemetery’s entrance, chewing her lower lip nervously, “D-Do you mind if I get it now?” her jaw is shaking because of the cold, “I can get you one too if you want?”

As much as he wanted her to stay, he also worried about her wellbeing way too much, “Sure, she’s just a few steps down to the right, next to one of the southern walls.” he explains, leaning down to kiss her nose as she nods, telling him she had some money left and he doesn’t have to worry about it. Beatrice hesitantly lets go of his hand and turns on her heel to the entrance, speeding her step so she’d arrive there faster. He keeps his eyes on her until she turns a corner and disappears completely, even leaning forward a bit to check if he could see her figure but there was no luck at all. She probably ran all the way out of the cemetery in hopes of warming up.

So now he was alone, just for a little bit, but he doesn’t feel bad as he usually did. He turns to face the headstones again, digging his hands in his pockets, “She’s great isn’t she?” he asks the air, smiling even if he gets no response, “Yeah, she’s incredible…I love her a lot,mom. I think…” his breathing hitches a bit and he turns to look around and see if she is coming back, “I’m really serious about her, you know? We’re going to move in together, soon enough, we’re just waiting for our leases to be done with.” he sighs, his breath coming out in a little cloud as he switches his weight to the opposite leg, “But,I mean…I also want, I don’t know, it’s crazy to think about it but I really want to be with Beatrice.”

His answer was silence, which was to be expected, but he could feel something else in the air. Approval. He felt like he was on the right path, he should still talk about it with Beatrice once they move in together, but he really couldn’t see himself without her in the future. It still sounded crazy for him how everything moved fast and yet smoothly, he felt if he continued like this everything would fall in place soon enough. Bradley looks up when he notices that Beatrice still hasn’t returned and he feels a bit worried, “I…I have to go guys but,I’m glad to see you two again.” he smiles, pressing a kiss to his fingertips and touching each of the headstones “I love you both.”

He turns around, speeding his step through the frozen lanes and hallways until he reaches the cemetery entrance. Bradley is panting from practically running away from the headstones until he can see the parking lot, still keeping a steady step as he walks down the right where he knew the hot cocoa lady usually was. Maybe she changed spots? God damn it why didn’t he go with Beatrice? She’s not from there, she doesn’t know anything around here. She probably got lost and now he had to live with the guilt of– oh there she was.

She was in front of the hot cocoa truck, speaking to a small child that was standing next to her. He could see from where he was that Beatrice was handing the child a cup of hot cocoa and crouching down enough to talk to them, probably to check if they were alright. She looks up when she sees Bradley approaching, his eyes closing in relief and he leans on his thighs to calm his wildly beating heart, “Roos? What happened? I– oh…oh no I’m so sorry! I lost track of time!”

He waves his hand to play it off as if it was nothing, but he does lean on the wall of the cocoa truck, rubbing his face with a hand, “Baby, don’t–” he engulfs her in a hug, burying his face on her hair, “Don’t do that again,I was really worried.”

“I'm sorry.” comes her muffled response, pulling back her head to look down at the tiny child, “I was keeping Isaiah company.” her boyfriend furrows his eyebrows, meeting the little boy’s eyes who was now sipping on his own cup of cocoa happily, “He got lost from his grandmama, was crying so much and so I gave her a call and told her we were at the hot cocoa truck.”

It took everything out of him to not kiss her in front of this little boy he had never met before, because of course she would. “I should’ve called you,I’m sorry. I didn’t want to leave him alone but I also didn’t want his gradnma to think I was kidnapping him–”

“God, baby, baby it’s okay.” he sounds so enamored when he speaks, he can’t help himself, “It’s alright, I…” he has no words that could make sense, so he settles with another, “It’s alright.” Isaiah is slowly sipping his cocoa and standing close to Beatrice. She tells Rooster that while on the way out of the cemetery she saw him standing outside crying and screaming for his grandma. Apparently he walked out from where the grave they were visiting was and made his way out towards the parking lot, becoming confused when he could no longer see his mother.

Thankfully he knew his mother’s number and Beatrice gave her a call as soon as she saw him there. Both of them then look up when they hear hurried steps rushing out of the cemetery, a woman rushing over to them and immediately holding Isaiah to her chest, “Oh, baby, oh my god.” she looks up at Beatrice, “Thank you so much,I’m so sorry, I moved my eyes away from him for a minute–” she doesn’t finish her sentence, too ecstatic to have her grandson back, only placing him down so he could finish his cocoa by her side now.

“It’s okay, you really don’t have to thank me.” Beatrice says with a smile, “He was just alone and I just couldn’t leave him there.”

“Of course, of course,” the woman goes to say more but her eyes travel to Bradley’s. There’s a few seconds of silence but her eyes widen, “Bradley? Is that you?” 

With her looking at him right now, fully facing him, he finally could see who it was, “Mrs.Washington?” he whispers in pure wonder, the woman in front of him smiling brightly. He drops his arms from around Beatrice, looking from her to Mrs.Washington, “Oh, uh, this– she was my preschool teacher. This is my girlfriend, Beatrice.” she looked just the same, besides the few wrinkles on her face and her short hair was now graying at the sides.

“Oh!” Bea smiles, hugging his arm, “Well, hi! Small world! Nice to meet you.” Mrs.Washington shakes Beatrice’s hand and gives Bradley a look that also reminded him of approval, that she was happy by his choice of girlfriend. 

“I haven’t seen you in years,” Mrs.Washington’s brown eyes lift until she meets his own, a warm smile on her face, “Look at you,tall as a building.” Bradley laughs embarrassedly, his cheeks flushing and not only because of the cold, “I’m so happy to see you again, dear. You look great.” God knows what she had to see when he was a child and still understanding that he no longer had a father and he put it on himself to take care of his mom from that young age forward.

“Thank you ma’am. It’s good to see you too.” Mrs.Washington’s eyes softened at the honorific, before she picked her grandson as soon as he finished his cocoa, telling the two she unfortunately had to go. But she didn’t leave before hugging them both, especially hugging Bradley tight, rubbing his back soothingly. She tells Isaiah to say thanks to Beatrice, and he does, but it sounds like a ‘fank you’ in his cute little voice, making the girl melt on the spot and just say he’s welcome.

They both watch Mrs.Washington make her way over to her car, waving them goodbye one last time before she reverses out of the parking lot and away from their view. Beatrice is holding Bradley’s hand, looking at him from the corner of her eye and seeing how he looked…relaxed, a complete opposite from earlier that morning, “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I never thought I’d see her again.” he smiles, “She was my favorite teacher.” 

“She seems like she was amazing.” she says, then blinks, “Oh I never got hot cocoa for us, I’m so sorry.” She turns towards the truck but he holds her back, instead walking himself to it and ordering two cups before she did. Beatrice stays glued to his side, hugging his arm with both of hers. The smell was incredible, when she got it for Isaiah she was so worried about the little boy she didn’t even pay attention to it, it had hints of cinnamon and she loved cinnamon.

 He thanked the lady, who made it cheaper for them since Beatrice helped that little boy, and handed her the styrofoam cup, bringing his own to his lips as he looked up at the sky, pulling out his phone to check the weather app once more. The said snowstorm wouldn’t arrive until much later, so they had a bit of time for something else he thought about doing once they got there. 

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“It’s okay, hold my hand.”

“I’m going to fall on my face.” she was clenching his hands so tight it was probably cutting the circulation but he didn’t care. He was glad the ice rink was still open after all these years, he remembered coming here with his mom when he was younger and always having a blast. Beatrice’s wide worried eyes looked down at her feet with the ice skates on, chewing on her lower lip, “I never skated before Brad.”

“It’s okay, I’m here with you.” he is gliding in front of her, much to her demise and worry, still holding onto his hand and on the wall around the ice rank as well, “I’m not going to let you fall. Here, give me your other hand.” Beatrice hesitates in letting go of the wall, but eventually does when he shows her his glove-covered palm, shakily and quickly slapping her own hand on top and holding his fingers, “There we go, now, just follow my lead.”

She tried to not look down at the ice below her feet, nor how she felt her own legs seemed to shake with nerves. She clenches her eyes, then pushes herself forward with the minimum amount of movement, blinking her eyes as she feels they are slowly moving.  Bradley grins at her, “There you go, see? It’s not so hard right?” she just nods, still holding tight on his hand, “Let’s go to the middle.” she snaps her head up in surprise, looking back where the wall was and where she could easily lean against if she lost her balance.

“O-Okay.” 

“Push your legs, don’t put a lot of weight on it– there you go. You are a natural.”

She felt like a doe trying to walk seconds after birth, her legs still shaking, nerver rising up to her head as she noticed they were getting farther and farther away from the walls. Honestly she wasn’t doing much, she was just letting Brad lead them across the rink, too nervous to move more than that. “I feel like I’ll lose my balance any minute and bring you with me.” she mutters, trying to keep her eyes on him instead of the ice beneath her feet.

“You won’t, it’s all good, gorgeous.” he smiles, “What do you know, we are already in the middle of the rink.” Beatrice blinks in surprise when she notices that indeed they are, the rest of the people around them moving around like they were professionals and…well…skinnier than Beatrice immediately made her feel uneasy. It didn’t help that she saw a group of college age students laughing while looking at her.

Bradley noticed how her eyes lowered, she wasn’t looking up anymore, instead she was focusing on her shoes. His jaw clenched, looking around the rink until he saw them still giggling, one of them even pointing subtly at Beatrice. “Baby, come with me.” she has no choice, she’s still holding his hands…but she’s surprised when he tugs the two to where the group of teens were, widening her eyes. 

The group however stopped laughing when they noticed that the two of them got closer than before, one of the girls who dropped her smile immediately because Bradley was looking them dead in the eyes. He didn’t say anything yet, he was clearly much bigger than any of the males in the group were. However when he did open his mouth, Beatrice looked up at him with her mouth parted open, “Move.” It was one single order, one that sounded like he was talking to a group of reckless recruits. But they obliged, quickly too, dropping their heads in shame and then apologizing under their breath as they walked out of the rink.

“Brad…you didn’t have to do that,” but it still felt good that he did, she couldn’t lie. His narrowed gaze melts back to a more relaxed one, offering her a smile and bringing her closer, pressing his lips to her hairline since she wasn’t wearing her hat indoors.

“I wanted to.” he mutters, cupping her chin to tilt her head up, rubbing the side of her jawline with his thumb, “Your comfort is important to me, and if anyone makes you uncomfortable I’m not going to let that slide babe.” and he means that. She still remembers how he acted back when that guy tried to get her number on Halloween, immediately stepping in and cutting that conversation short.

Beatrice smiles, crinkling her nose when he kisses it, “Okay.” she says, going back to holding both of his hands, “Well…let’s try again yeah?”

It takes a few minutes for her to get the hang of it, she’s still nervous but it is really fun. Beatrice tries skating on her own for a little bit, with Rooster being a very vocal supporter of her doing so, even spinning - or partially spinning- after a while. But it was very fun, especially since he was there with her.

They leave the ice rink when it’s nearing lunchtime, with him pulling out his phone and furrowing his eyebrows, “We better go back, the snowstorm is getting closer.” he says,pointing up to the sky where she could see the clouds are huge, grayish blue toned and the wind seemed stronger now. “But I want to go somewhere first, it’s a quick stop.”

“Oh, okay.” she says, both of them entering the car and Rooster maneuvering out of the parking lot once they adjust themselves. Beatrice can only see the clouds get bigger and bigger, although with them gaining distance it was easier to say they had a little bit of time before it actually hit. Bradley parks the car in front of a liquor store, Beatrice watching her boyfriend step out and quickly disappear inside, she can’t see much of what the store looks like because the windows are a bit dark, but Rooster returns with a paper bag that looks a bit heavy.

He hands her the bag when he gets in, “Got us wine.” he says with a smile, making the brunette blink and check the contents, seeing a green bottle with a box of wine glasses next to it. She smiles back, holding the bag close to her chest as Rooster drives them all the way back to the cabin, this time he was humming along to Killer Queen, bouncing his leg following the beat.

When they got to the cabin, she’s surprised to see him park the car a bit further where she saw something she hadn’t noticed before: a garage, well, sort of. It was a container-like space where you put the car but it wasn’t connected to the cabin itself. And considering the snowstorm was getting there, it was wise to leave the car in a safe enclosed area where it wouldn’t freeze. They walked out of the car, Beatrice was thankful she tied her hat tight under her chin because the wind almost made it fly away, it was howling loudly now and the scenery around them was getting harder to see.

Rooster unlocks the door, the noise making Jolene look up from the doggy bowl that Beatrice brought with her as the two humans walked inside. The lights and heating mechanism immediately turned on, “Oh, whew,” Beatrice sighs, pulling out her hat and scarf to place it on the coat hanger, “I’m glad we got here so quick.”

“Yeah,” he says, keeping an eye out, “It’s getting here faster than they said.” Thank God she brought the doggy pads for Jolene to use because even if the pittie liked the snow, she wouldn’t want to do her necessities outside. Especially in such weather. Jolene rushed over to greet them, thin tail slapping the couch repeatedly as her whole body shook, stretching herself on Bradley’s legs as Beatrice took the wine to the kitchen area.

The cabin was a godsend because it somehow filtered the winds howling outside, the glass panes still shook but it wasn’t as loud. Soon enough the scenery outside the large windows turned complete white, they could no longer see where the road and the sky were anymore, it was all completely white, “Thank God the porch and the garage area are heated too, or else we’d be locked in because of the snow.” he comments, dropping Jolene to the floor after he scratches her head, walking up to stand behind Beatrice.

She’s looking to the outside with her eyes wide and mouth parted open, holding the arms wrapped around her waist “We got here really quick.” she mutters, feeling him prop his chin on the curve of her shoulder, joining her on watching the snowstorm outside from the safe and warm space of their cabin, “Does it get bad often?”

“Sometimes, this one looks particularly nasty according to the weather app.” he explains, lifting his head to kiss her hair, pulling back only to check the inside of their fridge, “Well, we have food, so we don’t have to worry about that…it won’t be as bad. We also have–” he grabs a remote that she hadn’t seen the night before, aiming to the wall above the fireplace and smirking when it opens, exposing a flat screen tv “A tv.”

“Oh wow, that’s fancy.” she says, watching him surf through the channels until he stopped at a random movie, “I like that.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I like wall mounted tvs.” she smiles, walking around the kitchen table to warm up her feet, picking up Jolene in her arms so they could sit together on the couch, “I think we could watch something, right? We won’t be able to do anything else for right now.” 

He nods, tossing the remote in the air so it flipped, before he snatched it back preventing a fall, “Oh yeah,” he settles beside Beatrice and Jolene, the dog spread herself to lie on both of their laps as he leaned an arm on the back of the couch and around her shoulder “We can worry about lunch later.”

“I can make us something.” she says, rubbing his fingers sweetly, “You know? It’ll be like…I dunno, like those Christmas movies…except without Christmas.” she giggles, even more when he leans down to kiss her temple, leaning against his side the best she could since neither of them wanted to move too much and wake Jolene up.

“Sounds great to me.” he mutters, kissing her skin one more time, “Sounds really great to me.”

[guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom]

Eros

Elliot x female!reader

Elliot x black!reader

Word Count: .7k

“ I was a soldier, now I'm comin' home, the war is over

Kick down the door, I hold your bends, you never break

You need to smell your sweet aroma”- Mac Miller in Skin

Warnings: Technically smut, mentions of death and killing. 

A/N: This is my first remotely smutty thing and I’m literally posting and editing this in art class I feel like someone is looking over my shoulder reading it. Oh well. My first fic I’ve finished in a year and my first Elliot fic period. Enjoy or don’t idc. Its been like 3 days since I wrote that first part now Im typing in the dark cause I forgot to finish the post and the school wifi was shitty. Also its third person which was fun.

Masterlist

Her skin is silk. She is made of porcelain. She is fire, her tongue tastes of lightning. She’s coated in pleasure.

 She’s everything, it’s too much he can’t breathe. Can’t live without her. Won’t live without her for she is oxygen itself. 

“Elliot” She whispers, crawling closer to him. 

He loves her voice, wants to lick it from her mouth. 

She is the fountain of youth. 

She’s bare, she is whole, she’s his. 

He seeks her out. Hands grasping at her hips, grounding himself.

She calls out his name again. He doesn’t respond, not with words at least. 

He crashes his mouth onto hers. 

It isn’t gentle, far from it.

 He kisses her as if he wants to devour her, swallow her whole. He bites her bottom lip before slowly pulling away. He doesn’t move far. He never could. 

“Elly” She gasps, caged between his bed and body. 

He nips at her collarbone over a mark he’d left a day prior. 

“Please” She begs. 

She smells like cinnamon, tastes like heaven. Her skin is warm. He’s lost in his head. He hears her pleas.

How could she ever think he’d deny her? Doesn’t she know that he’d do anything for her? Die for her. Kill for her. Live for her. 

He loves her, knows he does. She loves him too, he thinks. They’ve never said it. 

He heals her. She was never made, not before him. 

He sucks at her skin hoping it’ll say the words he can’t. He’s never felt something this deep, this heavy, this terrifying. 

She had no home before him. She had nowhere to go and no one to be. She’d been waiting before she knew what patience was. 

She wasn’t sure she believed in god. In the moments spent in Elliot’s bed, in his soul, his mind she knew. This was god and god was cruel. 

“Please.” She tried again hoping this time he’d listen. 

“Shh. I know,”  He soothes her, stroking her hip. “I got you.” 

I know you, I love you, I exist for you. 

He kisses down her body, slowly. He takes his time following a path he’s trekked so many times before. 

He kisses from her hip to her thigh, and back up again. 

He gives her what she wants, eating her, breaking her apart, putting her together. 

She drifts one hand to his hair. Not pulling but she entangles her fingers in it nonetheless. Grounding. 

“I can’t-“ She chokes. Can’t do this anymore. Can’t exist without you, want to be yours forever. Can’t pretend to not love you, to not need you. 

So many words left unsaid, they taint the air leaving a stale taste. Poison. 

He pulls away for a second. 

“I know, me either.” He murmurs he understands, always has always will. 

He dives back in. 

She’s unraveling, gasping and panting, writhing. 

He glances up at her intoxicated. There is not a single drug that can compare to her. This divinity, she is his, and she owns him. 

She is the most gorgeous creature in the world.

 He wants everyone to see her now. Have to see and know of her and never have her. Not like he has her at least. 

She screams his name as she is set ablaze. 

She pulls him up to her face with her arms around his neck. 

She kisses him, a million tastes mingle on her tongue as her mind spirals. Their souls swirl with each other around the space. 

 Nothing will ever be better than this. 

She knows this cannot last. This moment cannot be forever. The idea of being together will only complicate things. He knows this too, knows she cannot be his, not truly. They don’t know how. 

He wants to paint her to have something of her forever, when this moment fades and her warmth leaves him, he’ll still have her. Her essence encapsulated, in an everlasting medium. 

 They are stupid, they are cursed, by Eros; son of Aphrodite goddess of love and war. They were chosen by the Gods favored and cursed, set to this merciless fate. Love and destruction, two sides of the same coin. To love is to be in pain. To love is to die. 

She is willing to die, willing to take him down with her, she pulls him closer to her. Closer and closer until he is inside her until there is no distance left at all until he is swimming in her. 

“I want you.” She says against his lips.

He knows what she means. 

[nctsworld]

two nights, one you

✩‌ jaemin ‌x‌ ‌reader‌ ‌|‌ fuckboy!jaemin | strangers (who f*ck) to (brief) enemies to lovers | ‌10.9k 

SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ a last-minute one night stand gone awry is extended into two nights when you’re snowed in at the cute (but rude) stranger’s apartment on christmas eve. [loosely based on the movie, two night stand] // part of the x-mas in ncity collection  GENRES ⇾ crack | smut | fluff  WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ ‌lots of bickering and dialogue, smut, oral s*x (f and m receiving), fingering, mentions of alcohol/drinking, swearing, bit of angst before the end, jaemin’s an asshole... or is he? RATING‌ ‌⇾‌ explicit TAGLIST ⇾‌ @infnteen​ 

AUTHOR’S NOTE ⇾ it’s late (and long fsldkm), srysry but here it is! i hope the humour comes out in this and look away if falls flat zzz fingers crossed that i can finish the last two installments for this collection asap! 

⇾ gif created by me, please don’t repost or share without credit!

Maybe it’s because it’s the evening of Christmas Eve Eve and you’re feeling more lonely than usual.

Maybe it’s due to the two glasses of wine you guzzled down in the span of fifteen minutes that get you buzzed.

Maybe it’s your prominent six-month dry spell and you’re in desperate need for some much needed rain in your drought.    

Or maybe it’s just pure impulsiveness.

Regardless of the reasons, you’re aiming to get laid tonight.  

It’s 9:45pm as you make the rounds on Tinder. You’ve used it in the past, searching for a relationship in vain, but haven’t used it much since you broke up with your last partner. Bringing the app alive again, you’re already bombarded by distasteful messages, off-putting one-liners and jokes, and swiping left more than you’d like.

You haven’t had a one-night stand before, but isn’t there anyone on here that is just a little bit attractive, nearby where you are, around your age, and is somewhat chivalrous about the topic besides saying DTF? Maybe you need to lower your standards if you want to get dicked down tonight.

But then, you land on him.

One Na Jaemin, 20 years old, and only four miles away from you.

Scrolling through his profile pictures and Instagram feed, you assume that he’s into photography, is on the athletic side from the various hobbies he partakes in, and he must be at least half-aware of his beauty because there’s the occasional pic that shows off his lean, toned arms, which, if you can be frank, is more flattering than the shirtless ones you constantly see. Oh, and he attends the same university as you.

The cherry on top? His bio is simple and upfront:

“Not up for anything serious, but always down for a good time ;)”

You swipe right without hesitation.

“It’s a Match!” flashes instantly at you. Your mouth swings open in disbelief.  

Usually, you’d wait for your matches to message you and play hard-to-get, but not tonight. Tonight, you’re initiating and leading all the conversations, completely driven by your thirst.  

Messaging Jaemin is a breeze. He types with more than half a brain, and he flirts, but it isn’t overwhelming or repulsive. Segueing the current topic, you drag your bottom lip upward as you send the following message:  

so, hypothetically... if one were to have good time with you would tonight work?

Not even twenty seconds later and he replies with:

-wow, dont you go straight to the point -im impressed -but yeah -tonight works ;)

He’s quick to send his address.

-let me know when ur here and ill come get you out front!

Smacking your lips together, you squeal to yourself in the comfort of your home, excited to meet with him, but then a thought hangs over you—this feels a little too good to be true. Horrible scenarios run through your head, so your fingers dash across your phone’s keyboard:

tbh i haven’t really done this b4 so im kinda new to this is it ok if we video call or smth? gotta make sure you’re real and not a serial killer i’m sure you understand 😛

-for sure for sure -totally get it -ive had my fair share of fake girls and serial killers so i feel u 😛

Grateful for his consideration, you rush to rearrange your hair after you send him a Zoom link, hoping you look decent enough to not have him back off from his initial offer. He appears in the video call on his phone with the front-facing camera on a few seconds after you connect.

“Hi,” you chirp.

A corner of his mouth lifts. “Hey.”  

Okay, he’s definitely cuter in real-time than in his pictures.  

“You know, I’m not gonna lie, but I lowkey expected to see a dick or something,” you joke in an attempt to dispel your nervousness.  

“Same,” he chuckles, running a hand through his black hair.

Oh God, he’s not just cute—he’s devastatingly gorgeous.

“So, this is my place...”

Jaemin moves around with his apartment in the background, revealing his living room first. Envy prods you as you note the brick walls, high ceiling windows, and well-appointed furnishings.

Recalling his address, you ask, “How’d you get a place in the heart of the city?”

“Lucked out,” he shrugs. His phone shakes a bit as he’s still moving. “My friend slash roommate—who is at his girlfriend’s place tonight, so we have the place all to ourselves—his parents own the condo and they gave me a friend discount on the rent.”

He finally stands in one place and turns the light on to reveal a room. “And this is my bedroom.”

Nothing out of the ordinary. A desk table with a gaming set-up, in tow with a gamer chair, and a decently-sized bed beside a nightstand.

“Oh, and here’s my closet.” Jaemin’s on the move again as he opens his closet doors. “Just to make sure you don’t think I hide the skins of my past one-nighters in here.”

A bubbly laugh rises from you. “Okay, I didn’t think of that before, but now you’ve planted the seed in my head. Maybe you hide them in the other rooms.”

“Nah, my roommate would kill me if I did.”

Both of you laugh in unison, and you bob your head with puffed cheeks.  

“Okay, it all seems very promising. I’m going to get ready and I’ll guess I’ll see you in a bit, Jaemin.”

“Sounds good,” Jaemin nods, then winks. Although you’re sitting down, he’s still able to get you weak in the knees. “See you soon.”

You end the call and rush to bundle up for the snow starting to come down outside. A twenty-minute train ride later, you’re at the front door of a rustic, industrial apartment complex. After informing Jaemin you’re outside, you glance up at the snowflakes falling from the dark pink-grey sky, anticipating for what comes next.

Sex with a hot guy, what can go wrong?  

So, you must’ve jinxed it because the sex is...  

Unsatisfying. Finished faster than you’d like it to be. Sadly, overall disappointing. If you had to rate it, three out of five stars, at best.

But hey, he came, and you sort of did, and it wasn’t the worst sex you’ve ever had. It half-quenched your dry spell.

And enough happened that it tired you out, leaving you passed out in the handsome stranger’s bed until morning.

In the morning, your eyes slowly flicker, unused to the foreign, sweet scent engulfing you in your bed. Correction: Jaemin’s bed.

Your eyes flicker faster as you glance through the almost wall-sized window. The snow hasn’t let up from last night. On the contrary, it seems like it’s snowing non-stop. You groan at the thought of going home in this weather.

The bed is without Jaemin’s presence as you reach for your phone on the nightstand. 10:36AM and a few notifications greet you. You rub your eyes and start combing through them, rising upward to sit up on the bed.

“Morning. You’re finally up.”

Peering up from your device, Jaemin’s standing by the door with folded arms. His plain sweater and sweatpants match the colour of his hair. The dazzling smile he gives is so contagious, you’re not even conscious of catching one too.  

“Out you go.”

You blink.

Once, twice, and then you tilt your head as you stare blankly at him, uncertain if you heard him correctly.

After a few moments, because you’re not moving an inch, his smile dissipates and he cocks an eyebrow in expectancy. A serious expression rolls over his face.  

Suddenly, Jaemin strolls to the side of the bed and hitches his thumb towards the door.

You definitely heard him right.

And he’s dead-serious.

You replay the video call from last night, dissecting how you thought he was nice and funny and—

Realization dawns on you.

Why would you expect anything more from a two-faced fuck boy?

Still awestruck by the situation, you’re still solid as a statue, so Jaemin takes matters into his own hands and grasps you by your elbow, casually dragging you from his bed like he’s taking out the trash.  

“What the fuck?!” you screech.

“C’mon, let’s go. Out out.”

“My clothes, though!” you protest in the middle of the hallway. He sighs in frustration, scurries to the bedroom, and returns with a small pile in his arms, then continues to drag you to the front door.  

“Are you always this pleasant with your guests the morning after?” you rage, putting on the rest of your clothes by the door. “You don’t even have the decency to offer me tea or coffee?”

“This was a one-night stand, not a bed and breakfast, sunshine,” he says as he watches you put your shoes on. He’s folding his arms again and leaning against the wall, his attitude dripping with smug. If he wasn’t a stranger, you’d punch it off his face. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were new to this, huh?”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

“It means you’re a borderline virgin who needs to toodle-loo, get going and gone because you’re overstaying your welcome as we speak.”

Finishing putting on your coat, you’re fuming as your jaw hangs at the personal jab over your skills in bed. Jaemin swings the door open and shoves you through it.

“But I’ll admit, it was still nice having sex with you!” he chimes with a sickening grin and a hand on the door.  

“Aw, thanks asshole, wish I could say the same,” you sarcastically reply, resting a palm upon your chest.  

He scoffs. “From what I heard last night, I think I can confidently say that you had a great time.”

Flashbacks replay in your mind of your screaming fest from underneath him. Little did Jaemin actually know—

“You know, for someone who I assume has many one-night stands,” you spit with squinted eyes. “I’m surprised you can’t tell when girls fake it.”

You must’ve hit a sore spot because he grinds his teeth and you could almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

Oh yeah, you’re definitely the winner in this fight.

“Okay, you know what, Merry Christmas and fuck you. Have a great life!”

“Fuck you, dickface. Wishing you a miserable Christmas!”

With a bitter smile, you flip him off as he slams the door in your face.

Carrying a basket filled with dirty clothes, Jaemin’s on the way down to the laundry room in the basement of his apartment with his shoulder scrunched up, squeezing his phone to his ear.

“Bro, she had the audacity to say that I didn’t make her come when she was screaming my God damn ear off—”

As he steps down the short flight of stairs and passes by the foyer area by the main entrance to the building, he notices you’re still here.

“Shit, uh, Jeno,” he mumbles. “I’m gonna have to call you back.”

He stuffs his phone into the pocket of his sweats and calls out to you as he strides closer. “Are you resorting to stalking me by my front door now?”

With crossed arms, you peer over your shoulder, eyes full of bitterness.

“Like I wanna be anywhere near you right now,” you grumble. You jerk your head towards the thick, wooden door. “It’s jammed from the snow.”

The laundry carrier shakes his head and places the basket onto the floor. “A little snow never hurt anyone. You’re probably just too weak.”

Stepping aside and holding out an arm, you signal for him to give it a try.

Jaemin twists the handle and, lo and behold, it doesn’t open. His forehead crinkles as he tries again and again, using more force each time.

Glancing through one of the partially frosted windows adjacent to the sides of the door, he notices the snow has piled enormously high, almost to the height of his chest.

“Well, shit.”  

Reluctantly, Jaemin brings you back to his apartment. You’re technically his guest and if he left you in the foyer to freeze, trouble would surely come his way, whether it be in the form of his landlords (also known as his roommate’s parents) or the police.

Without a word, he settles a spoon in a bowl, a carton of milk, and a box of cereal onto the small kitchen table.

At first, you stare at it venomously in rejection, thinking you can easily last a day without any hand-outs from this son of a bitch, but your stomach roars ferociously three seconds later.

As you chew across from him, you enjoy the company of your phone over him, while he does the same but with a cup of coffee in hand.

After finishing your food, you adamantly place your phone down and lean back into the chair, boring holes into his head.

“Why are you such an asshole?” you seethe observantly.

“Why are you such a bitch?” he retorts, not pulling his gaze away from his phone.

“Because you started it,” you say slowly, stating the obvious.

“No, you.”

You sigh defeatedly at his childish behaviour. The weather apps predict the snow will (hopefully) die down by tomorrow morning, thus you’re officially stuck with him for the next twenty-four hours or so. Your hands rake through your hair.

“Whether we like it or not, the snow isn’t going away until tomorrow. Merry Christmas Eve to us, I guess.”

He’s still glued to his phone. You exhale another sigh.

“Since we’re not getting out of this until then, can we just...” You soften your voice. “Start over?”

His eyes are still on the screen, but from the way his shoulders tense and how he stops scrolling, you know he’s considering your proposition.

“At least call a stalemate over this.” You drift your hand in the air, gesturing between you and him.

Blowing out air and shaking his head, he rests his phone onto the table.

“Fine.”

He crosses his arms, imitating you, and the two of you sit there, staring at each other in a long silence.  

One minute, to be exact.

You’re the one to break the silence game by running your hands over your face, letting out a hybrid of a groan and laugh.

“God, the fact that we had sex makes this kinda awkward, huh?”

Jaemin’s exterior melts slightly, letting out a snicker. He shrugs, “Then let’s just pretend that we didn’t have sex.”

“We can’t just pretend that we didn’t have sex,” you say, holding two upturned palms near your face.

“We did it, it’s done. I’ve seen your penis, you kicked me out, and you labelled me a prude—” You dart a finger towards him. “—which I am far from, by the way. All of those are pretty huge things.”

One of the corners of his mouth raises high. “Are you saying my penis is huge?”

“No, the implication of said penis is huge. Wipe that smirk off your face.”

He stretches an arm, holding an imaginary microphone to your face. “Do you deny that my penis is huge?”

Rolling your eyes, you swat his fist away. “What am I, on trial here?”

“Do you plead the fifth then?”

Annoyed, you roll your eyes again. Why do you get the feeling that you’re probably going to be doing this a lot more today? Another feeling tells you that if you don’t answer his question, he’ll probably pester you until you do.

You tilt your head side to side. “It’s... decently sized.”

“Bigger or smaller than average?”

“Perfect...” His eyes light up. “...ly average.” And a frown rolls over.

He squints his eyes accusingly at your sneer. “Are you lying like you did before about faking it?”

You scoff. “I wasn’t lying about faking it, and I’m not lying now about your average sized dick.”

Jaemin releases a disgruntled grumble and lifts his cup to his face. You notice he likes to take his coffee black and bitter, presumably like his heart.

“So, Miss I’m-Not-A-Prude-and-I’ve-Definitely-Had-Sex-Before.” His eyebrows perk up on the word definitely. “What’s your story? Why the last minute one-night stand?”

Shrugging your shoulders to your ears, you reply, “Haven’t had sex in a while.”

“When’s the last time you had sex?” he asks mid-sip.

“Half a year ago,” you respond nonchalantly, perching your chin into your palms.

Jaemin immediately chokes, almost spraying the coffee through his nose.

“Half a year?!” he gasps. It takes him a few hits to his chest to dispel the coughing. “Six months?!”

“Wow, you can count!” you exclaim in a condescending tone. You change the position of your hands so that your chin is now atop of the back of your curled fingers and tilt your head. “Can you also spell?”

“As a premed student, I can assure you that I am capable of doing both,” he says with a slight strain due to the coughing fit. The humble brag brings on another eye roll. Of course he’s a premed student with the attitude he wears.

“It’s just—” He clears his throat and swallows the last bit of coffee stuck in his windpipe. “—The last time I had a dry spell was for like, a month, tops.”

So the fuckboy gets laid way more on the daily than you expect. You’re torn between being envious over how much action he gets in comparison to you, or remorseful, since you’re now just one of the many notches on his bedpost.

No matter, sarcasm is always the best defence mechanism.

“Good for you, Jaemin. I’m sure you’re very proud of that.”

There’s an awkward beat. His head hangs for a moment while his thumbs stroke the sides of his cup. A strange pinch of guilt occurs. Did you overstep an unspoken line? But then he drags himself back to reality in a heartbeat.

Jaemin brings the cup to his mouth again, mumbling, “At least the sex on your part makes more sense now; you’re rusty as fuck.”

Completely aware of what he said, you trash your guilt entirely and narrow your eyes. “What did you just say?”

Following a long sip, he hums, “Mmm, nothing.” Soon after, he stands up with his cup.

“I’m gonna go game now. Feel free to watch Netflix on the TV and stay in the living room.”

As if you had anywhere else to go...  

He begins to walk towards his room as you mutter under your breath, “I’m not a dog.”

“Says the bitch,” he pipes up, taking you by surprise.  

“Thought we had a stalemate?!” you shout, leaning your head forward as you watch him entering his room.  

“Doesn’t mean we’re on peaceful terms!” he sing-shouts.

The flinging of the closed door echoes throughout the apartment.

Regret surges through you. You just had to choose a fuckboy fluent in assholery and end up incidentally being isolated with him during a snow storm on Christmas Eve.

You wonder if you can handle being around him for the next twenty-four hours without killing him first.

During the afternoon, you’re on the living room couch, playing a show as mostly background noise while you’re on your phone. At one point, your phone unsurprisingly begins to die and you tread over to Jaemin’s door to ask for a charger and if you can also take a shower. He’s still annoyed by your existence, but at least he hands you a charger and lets you know where the extra towels are.

Stepping into the living room with the towel in your hand as you dry your hair off, you peer out the large living room window and see nothing but white engulfing the streets and buildings as far as the eye can see.

You pray the snow will eventually stop as soon as possible so you can head back home.

By the middle of the afternoon, Jaemin emerges from his bedroom and shocks you by plopping down on the opposite end of the living room couch from where you’re sitting.

“Bored?” you ask, eyes fixated on the TV screen.

“Nope,” he replies, popping the p as he says it. His slings his arm around the top of the couch.

“Gotta keep an eye on you in case you do something.” Turning away from the screen, he faces you and motions circles with his hand. “You’ve got a little crazy in you, I can feel it.”

You quickly glance over at him, but try to refocus on the TV. “Need I remind you that you’re the crazy one, dragging me out of the apartment right as I woke up.”

That compels him to turn his whole body towards you. “Well, you’re the one who wanted a last-minute one-night stand.”

You match his stance. “As if I’m the first girl in your bed to stay in the morning?”

“Actually, yeah.” He aggressively tilts his head to one side. “Most girls leave before I even get up. The other percentage don’t fight me when I ask for them to go, so it looks like you’re the odd one out.”  

You press your lips together, refusing to admit that maybe he has a point, under the assumption that he’s telling the truth.

Jaemin twists his body back to the screen and adds, “I make it very clear on my profile that I don’t do morning afters, sweetheart.”

And you agree that his profile is clear about his intentions, but that doesn’t mean you can condone his shitty behaviour.

“Well, sorry that I expected just an ounce of respect instead of getting kicked to the curb after you stuck your dick in me,” you grumble, shifting back to the show and crossing your arms.

“Morning afters lead to attachments, and attachments lead to feelings, and feelings lead to relationships,” he says the string of words clinically, as if it’s a mantra that he lives by.

Your eyebrows knit together as you whip your head towards him once more, studying him.

“And what’s so wrong with that?”

Deliberately averting your gaze, Jaemin grates his tongue between his teeth, a slight tsk audibly heard, and his chin juts out. There’s definitely a story behind his ways. He huffs and changes the subject.  

“Seriously?” He holds a hand out. “You’re watching this trashy show?”

Squinting your eyes at him, you could probably interrogate him further, but you decide otherwise.  

“It may be trashy,” you concur, looking at the TV. “But it’s my trashy comfort show.”

Following an over-the-top acted out scene between the show’s main love interests, Jaemin shoots up from the couch.

“Yeah, no, I can’t handle this. Can we either put on something else or game or something?”

“Why don’t you go back to your room to game, Mr. I’m-Not-Bored?”

“Like I said, I gotta keep an eye on you,” he says while bending over in front of the TV, already setting up the Playstation. He tosses you a controller as he strides to his side of the couch again.

He mumbles to himself, “Need to make sure you don’t go crazy from the lack of human interaction.”

Either Jaemin is selfish and only looking out for himself, or he wants to make sure you’re not feeling lonely in a stranger’s home.

Likely the first reason, you deduce—because why would a guy like Jaemin care about a mere one-night stand?

Admittedly, you’re not the best at games, especially at fighting ones. You can comprehend the move lists, but you like to live by button smashing the controller and repeating moves over and over.  

So it’s hilarious when you beat Jaemin every round with your surprisingly fruitful technique.

“Okay, this is bullshit,” Jaemin complains, sticking his tongue out in irritation. His ass is currently being handed to him on a plate again since you’re almost done killing his character off. “You must be lying to me; you have to be a pro player or some shit.”

Jaemin’s health bar is dangerously low as your character jabs his with a sword. He winces out loud and you snicker.

“Why do you think I always lie about everything?! Dude, you have serious trust issues,” you joke before you steal the opportunity to slice his character. One more hit and he’s done for.

“I do not! I just—nooo!”

You rise to your feet and pump your arms in the air, turning in circles in joy over yet another win.

Sulking, Jaemin eyes your little dance from his end on the couch, but as he watches you more, a feeling balloons in his chest. Something he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Finally coming down from your post-win high, you spot an emerging grin from the corner of your eye, making you pause.    

“What?” you eye him suspiciously.

Your suspicion pops the sensation in his chest and, like a fish out of water, his eyes widen and his grin melts away.

“Nothing, uhm.” He ruffles his eyebrows and palms the back of his neck, quickly facing the TV. “Let’s go one more round and then we can switch to another game—”

Suddenly, the TV and surrounding lights switch off. Both of you waver your eyes, anticipating for them to come back on, but they unfortunately don’t.  

Jaemin rushes over to the window. When he swivels his head towards you, his face darkens.

“Looks like it’s at least the whole block. The streetlights are out too.”

Without another word, he dashes to the linen closet and brings back several blankets. He calmly explains that there won’t be heat since it’s connected to the electricity, so it’d be best to keep warm with the extra layers.

Not wanting to scare you, he doesn’t add the fact that due to the huge windows in the apartment, more unnecessary cold air will come in, but you’re already cognizant of it from your own logic and since the remaining heat dissolves rapidly.

You groan and retreat into the massive blanket over your shoulders, turtling your head.

You can’t believe you’re going to fucking die in this asshole’s apartment on Christmas Eve.

On the ends of the couch in your makeshift blanket jackets, both of you attend to your phones for a while.

From what people and the news outlets are saying, it’s not just the block, but the whole city grid is out. You frantically text your friends, giving updates on how you are and half-jokingly telling them that you’re going to die with your dreadful one-night stand. Some time passes and Jaemin tosses his phone  off to one side.  

“Well, since there’s nothing else to do and we should probably conserve our phone batteries—” You glance up at him from your phone and pout. Slowly nodding in agreement, you toss it aside too. “—why don’t we play a game of ‘I’ll-Give-You-Pointers-on-How-to-be-Better-in-Bed’?”

A smile burgeons on his irritatingly handsome face and your eyes roll. At this point, you wonder if the reaction is conditioned into you. “It’ll be my early Christmas gift to you.”

“Wow, so thoughtful, how could I ever thank you?” You drag the blanket closer to your chest in false gratitude.

You think for a serious moment if you really want to go through with this. Hearing Jaemin run his mouth on you unwarranted is already painful, but to give him the go-ahead to do so? Especially criticizing your skills in bed?  

You blow out a sigh, noting the slightly visible cloud. You’re grateful Jaemin has thick, downy blankets.  

Well, if you’re going to die, may as well know what went wrong, right?

“Fine, but if we’re playing this game, we have to say everything honestly and take the criticism we get.” You point a stern finger. “No rebuttals, just acceptance.”

“Wait.” Jaemin crinkles his face in genuine confusion as his hand peeks out from his blanket.

“You have things to criticize about me in bed?”

Your lips tremble before you burst into laughter. Displeasure is on Jaemin’s tight-lipped face as you laugh for a while, almost keeling over in your blanket ball onto the hardwood floor. “How conceited are you, oh, my fucking God?”

He slices his hand through the air. “I’ve never had any complaints—”

“Because you’re too busy focusing on your own orgasm, you selfish dickwad,” you say as your laughter dies down.  

He sits in his snit for a few more moments until he gets over it.

“Fine, fine,” he huffs. Jaemin knows he’s not going to enjoy this, but he’s the one who suggested it. He can’t back out now. “Let’s just get this over with, you go first.”

With your blanket held by your chest, you hop off your end of the couch and shuffle over in front of him where he’s seated. Beaming, you begin.

“Let’s start with foreplay.” Jaemin’s eyes light up with confidence, thinking he’s at least decent with that. You crush his expression as your lips purse and you shake your head.

“Non-existent.”

“What do you mean?! I kissed you as you took off your clothes.”

You stick your free hand out from your blanket, extending your index finger.

“One: you only kissed my lips. You know, there are other parts of me to kiss, like, I don’t know, my neck, my arms, my shoulders.”

You extend another finger. “And, two: it’s weird to not help someone take off their clothes. Like you’re in a super rush to get somewhere or something—”

“We’re fucking!” he cuts in sharply. “This is a one-night stand, not a relationship.”

Closing your eyes and dropping your head, you pinch the bridge of your nose. You sigh in exaggeration.

“Thought we agreed no rebuttals...” you softly sing-say.  

Jaemin’s head sinks a little into his blanket. “Sorry.”

Removing your hand, you shrug. “Maybe there’s some rule that I don’t know about one-night stands, so this could be on me.”

You start to aimlessly tread back and forth in front of him, dragging the blanket along too. “But fuck, foreplay is foreplay for a reason. You work your way up to the heat of the moment and it makes sex much better, regardless if you’re in a relationship with the person or not.”

“Next point.” You stop walking and direct your focus on him. Pointing your finger and looking him dead in the eye, you ask, “Do you know what a vagina is?”

He snorts with a simper. “Uhhh, is this a rhetorical question?”

“No, I’m legit asking,” you say with a raised eyebrow and snarky smile. “Because when you went down on me, all you flicked your tongue at was the outside of it, also called the labia if you didn’t know.”

“I’m premed, of course I—”

“Which is great! But you didn’t go any deeper nor did you go near my clit.”

You thrust your finger again. “Do you also know what that is?”

“Yes...” he groans with the flickering eyelids.

You swipe your arm through the air. “Maybe make use of it, and not only when you go down on girls. Even during sex, touching it is great.”

“And lastly,” you continue. “I’ll be honest here, you have a decent dick.”

Jaemin waggles his finger. “So you were lying before—”

“I wasn’t lying,” you retort firmly. “But anyways, you’ve got the stuff, but why don’t you put it to better use?”

With the following words, you attempt to gesture with your body and execute moves as graphic visuals. Jaemin giggles at the sight.

“Vary the speeds and the angle, don’t just slam it in me and go crazy fast from the get-go. Build up to the climax. Jesus, I couldn’t even get close to coming because you’re like a jackhammer from start to finish.”

When you finally finish, Jaemin’s giggles morph into hollow laughs. Frustration is blatant on your face, pondering if he even absorbed a single word you said.  

After he calms down, he asks, “Are you done?”

You mumble, “Yeah, I think so.”

The two of you switch places. He shuffles onto his feet with his blanket while you sit back on the couch.

Jaemin pulls the blanket across the floor as he ambles. “Okay, your head game is decent—”

“Excuse you, my head game is strong.”

“Uh-uh, rebuttal,” he points out.  

You sigh. Pinching your fingers together, you drag the invisible zipper across your mouth, then wave your hand, allowing him to resume.

“Your head game is decent. You definitely can deepthroat, but—” He mirrors you from before and extends his index finger.

“One: this happened only a few times, but your teeth scraped against my dick, which is why I assumed you were a borderline virgin.”

You fume silently at the accusation, attempting to not speak up with a heap of rebuttals. But he wasn’t wrong—if you teethed on his dick, that’s a classic virgin move.

“But that’s okay, because we already established that you’re just rusty.” Jaemin flashes you a fake comforting smile as he continues to pace. You flash him one back.

“And two—” He holds another finger out. “Don’t be scared to use your hands and stroke me. Give my dick some love. If it’s too wet, just wipe your hands on the bed or something.”

“Okay, duly noted,” you hum. “Next.”

“Don’t be scared to touch me.”

“I touched you so much during—”

He shoots you a glare. You roll your mouth inward, your lips disappearing instantly.

“Your hands were mostly on the sheets, which is hot, but guys like to be felt up too.”

The attractive individual peers up for a second, thinking to himself. “Even hotter when a girl feels herself up during the fucking, but that’s beside the point. Baby steps, just remember to touch the other person.”

Jaemin does a full-stop and faces you.

“And just... don’t fake it.” Distress is evident in his pout. You hate to admit it, but it’s a little cute. He raises an arm and jerks it in the air. “Why do girls fake it?”

“Because guys with egos like you can’t handle criticism,” you reply bluntly.  

“What are we doing, having this conversation, hm?”

“We wouldn’t be having this conversation if it didn’t snow in and keep us here together.” You peel a hand away and gesture to the window. “If I walked out of here this morning, you would’ve just fucked the next girl the same.”

He defends himself, “Faking it just feeds our egos.”

“Yeah, well, if I told you afterwards that I didn’t come, what would you do?”

“Try to make you come in other ways?”

Shaking your head, you scoff. “Guys like you aren’t that considerate.”

“You’re right.” He assents, holding his pointer finger against his chest. “Because guys like me aim to please.”

A brilliant thought leaps in his mind and Jaemin gasps. You can only assume bad things from the wicked smile he sends your way.  

“Why don’t we try it again?”

Perplexed, you squint at him.

“Try what again...?”

“Sex,” he says enthusiastically.

You blankly stare at him.

“You’ve gotta be joking,” you deadpan.

“I mean, there’s nothing else to do and it’ll keep us warm.” 

You continue to stare at him until you groan.

“Oh, my God...” Your blanket droops a bit off your shoulders as you drag your palms across your face. “I cannot believe I’m stuck in this snowstorm with you out of all people...”

Sitting next to you, Jaemin persistently reasons with you. “Think of it also as another learning experience for the future partners we’ll have.”

“Yeah, if we don’t die first!” you shriek.

“We’re not going to die,” Jaemin replies in a mocking tone and a dart of his tongue.  

Outside the window, the snow seems to have slowed down, but not by much.  

God, Jaemin better be fucking right because you want to live to see another day.  

“Fine,” you mutter and match his gaze. “But we have to be vocal throughout the whole thing. Say whatever’s on our mind.”

“Fine,” he agrees to your terms. He produces the same wicked smile again. “But can we film it then? So we can study it after?”

You fire him a death glare that melts his face off, even in the frigid atmosphere.

“I’m joking, I’m joking,” he says, waving his hand.

They say that jokes are half-meant true, but you think Jaemin fully meant it. Still in your blanket jackets, Jaemin snags your free hand and leads you to his room.

“You gotta give me credit for trying, though.”

“No.” You shake your head with an unwilling smile creeping on the edge of your lips. On second thought, maybe the joke was a little funny, but you still stand by your opinion that he’s the most annoying person in the world. “I don’t think I will.”

“Thank God Chenle has so many scented candles...”

On the edge of Jaemin’s bed, huddled by the blanket, you watch him light up several large jars, placing them on his nightstand and desk in hopes to brighten the room. It’s already late afternoon, but one could mistaken it for nighttime with the muddy sky due to the snow.

“Is Chenle your roommate?”

“Yeah,” Jaemin answers with a slight shiver, igniting the last candle near the bedside. He removed his blanket when he went to nab the matches and candles. “His girlfriend gets free ones from work, so she always gives him a shit ton, even though he never uses them.”

With a glowing hue against his face, he blows out the match. He makes his way to you, a cocky grin plastered on him, as he says, “Guess we’re making use of them now, though.”

Before you can even respond, Jaemin gets right down to business—sitting beside you on the mattress, he palms your face and drags you in for a kiss. You softly yelp, but immediately reciprocate.

The cover falls off your body as you reach to touch him, fingers drifting over his solid arms.

You don’t want to stroke his large ego, and maybe it’s because you haven’t had anyone else on you in a while, but Jaemin’s kisses are something else.

The cushiony pair of lips always executes enough pressure against your mouth, increasing and decreasing on command in perfect tandem and timing. His hands hover over your waist and the nape of your neck, fingers sinking into your hot skin.  

His mouth trails downward the side of your neck. You crane your head back, indulging in his caresses as soft moans trickle out.

He gently signals for you to recline back and lay onto the mattress, moving the sea of blankets aside. Inclined on his elbow, almost atop of you, his cool fingers glide under your top layers, his thumb stroking against your stomach.

Pulling away from your body, he tugs on the ends of your clothes. You rise from the bed to better the angle for him to discard of them.

The hairs on your skin are standing on end from the frigid air, but you’re too focused on Jaemin’s mouth migrating over your upper arm and your bra-covered chest to care. Without notice, he stuffs a cup of the bra to one side and takes your bosom into his mouth.

Air’s seized from your lungs and your core contracts from the pleasure. Your fingers tug on Jaemin’s luscious locks and his free hand squeezes your unoccupied breast.    

After a few twirls of his tongue and a gentle drawing of his teeth on the pointed tip, he mumbles hotly into your chest while he thumbs your other nipple, “Foreplay still non-existent?”

“It’s better, I guess,” you sigh with fluttering eyes. His chuckling reverberates against your cleavage, a sign of amusement from your obstinacy. A gasp pierces the room as Jaemin repeats his actions onto the other breast.

He aids you in taking off the rest of your clothes and, obviously aware of your goosebumps and shuddering, tells you to get underneath the blankets while he strips himself.

Under the toasty ocean of layers, despite how both of you are bare-boned and how easy it is to jump into the main act, Jaemin purposefully continues to prolong the foreplay. Side by side, your lips meld endlessly; your legs and hands are intertwined in an amorous pretzel.

Jaemin ensures he doesn’t leave any part of you untouched—the pads of fingers virtually graze over every inch of your body. Each grip and drag of his digits sends you in a frenzy. Your chest is pressed into him and your eyes are blinded with desire.

In the back of your mind, you think about how you were right about foreplay working up to the heat of the moment—literally, because you’re dripping, he’s hard, and you two have embraced so much that you don’t need the blankets anymore.  

On the other hand, you wonder if Jaemin was right about skipping foreplay, because with every whisper of each other’s name, the intimacy rises immensely. You don’t know him, and neither him with you, but you’re both freely drowning in one another in a plane beyond the lust.

Although the room’s beginning to smell of a mix of all the scented candles, Jaemin hones in and drinks in your sweet aroma and your entirety behind his hazy eyes and already tousled hair. All of a sudden, one drag of his fingers over a particular sensitive spot on your body makes you giggle.

“I’m ticklish over there.”

“You mean right—” He drums his fingers over the area again. “—here?”

With a toothy grin, he generates more suffering from you and you begin to lively howl. Soon enough, you beg him to stop.

“You’re such an asshat, c’mon, let me live!”

When he ceases, his head hangs over yours and your gazes connect.

The same feeling blooms in his chest from before in the living room.

He gulps as his eyes waver over your face, unknowingly tracing your beautiful features and etching them into his memory.

Your starry eyes. Your glowing aura. Your everything.

You barely register the change in his expression because he quickly tramples on his moment of weakness by kissing you passionately.

Jaemin whips the blankets aside as he lowers himself between your legs. Your eyes are fixated on him, matching his stare, until he starts to devour you by swiping against your lustrous folds. Your back bows, and, following a few more licks, Jaemin makes a point of his knowledge of the vagina by spreading your lips and ravishing your pussy, tongue penetrating deeply.

Rippled moans release in harmony with your undulating chest. You swear you’re getting more wet, too wet, likely making it overwhelming for Jaemin, but he’s eagerly lapping every drop up.  

“How’s that?” he inquires with a grin, hovering over your trembling nether lips. His mouth is evidently glossy, even under the dim lighting.

“Good,” you pant in the most nonchalant tone you can muster up. “Very good-ahhh—”

Jaemin kindly interrupts you by tonguing your clit as he fingers your sex deeply, shattering your fake indifference.

“Move your tongue up more,” you direct, creasing your eyebrows in despair. He follows your direction, and droning moans ensue.

Jaemin’s immersed in your pleasure, but also adding to his own. The more he laps up your wetness, the more he grinds his length against the bed, aching to be inside of you.

Your desire pulses faster, contracting tighter against his fingers, body winding tensely by the second.

“Fuck, Jaemin,” you whine, leaning your head to one side with a parted mouth. “I’m close.”

He draws back and temporarily replaces his tongue with his thumb.

“Good,” he pants, cocking his head to one side. His eyes are filled with determination. “Because I’m not stopping until you come at least two more times tonight.”

You exhale a light laugh. “That’s ambiti-ohgodohgod—”

His tongue works wonders on your clit once more, so much that he has to brace your bucking hips.

Okay, maybe Jaemin did learn a thing or two and actually listened to what you said during your critique.

But now it’s time to demonstrate to him what you’ve learned.

You don’t need much of a break to catch your breath, nor do you want to immediately freeze due to inactivity, so you pull Jaemin in for an intense kiss, tongue dipping into the remnants of your own nectar, then beckon for him to take your former place on the bed.

Perched on the bottom of your feet, you’re on one side of Jaemin, lackadaisically fisting his prominence. After a few strokes, you gradually swallow his inches, keeping in mind to relax your jaw and to not rush in order to avoid any potential teething. You do this to prove yourself worthy of giving head, but also in spite, because you absolutely do not need Jaemin to brand you a virgin again.  

You read his quiet groans and his long fingers running lazily through your hair as a positive sign and advance further.

Carefully, you rest your tongue beneath the underside of his cock and bob your head, licking him until he’s sopping with your saliva. His grip in your hair grows in strength as his length reaches the end of your throat, his groans becoming more and more drawn-out.

A needy whimper leaves him as you suddenly withdraw. Dribbles of your spit follow, and you wipe it off with the back of your hand.  

“How am I doing?” you glow in a pant, lazily stroking the doused shaft.

He simply nods with half-lidded eyes, barely able to look at you. “Yeah.”

You snicker at him in his breathless position, a prickle of pride running through your spine over the fact that you blew his mind as much as you blew his dick.

“Use your words, Jaemin.”

Teasingly, your fingers curl around his blunt head, soothing the sensitive tip and sending jolts throughout him.

“Fuck—” he pulls his bottom lip upward. “Awesome. You’re doing awesome.”

“Anything to critique?”

“Mm-mm,” he shakes his head restlessly. You revel a bit more in having the upper hand on him a little while longer. You grip him tighter and hasten your speed, leaving him gasping for air.

“Am I still rusty?”

“Nope, nope,” he croaks, voice rising to a whine. “Definitely not rusty.”

“You sure?” His cockiness has transferred over to you.

“Yes, yes—fuck, slow down, please,” Jaemin begs.    

Granting his wish, you abate your rhythm and free his inches from your touch.

You wipe your hands on the sides of the bed while Jaemin rummages through the drawer of his nightstand and hastily rolls over the rubber over himself before he prepares to enter the body beneath his.  

Recalling your advice, Jaemin mindfully starts off slow. You sigh blissfully in sync to his thrusts. He adjust himself, attempting another angle, and you draw in air between your teeth.

“There, there—“

Jaemin’s quick-witted and keeps at it, plunging a bit more vigorously. Out of habit, your hands grasp onto the bedsheets, but you wittingly attach them to his frame. Hands grazing his neck, his firm pecs, and his taut muscles.  

“Touch-touch my stomach,” he orders in a hush.

You hands follow through and feel up the flexed valley of his abs. Feeling up evolves into desperate gripping and even the slight dragging of your nails.

“Your abs are so fucking hot,” you state thoughtlessly, eyes eating up the view alongside his cock disappearing in and out of you. “Jesus, fuck.”

“Yeah?” he rasps with that devilish smirk of his. God, you want to smack it off him, but not right now—not when you’re reaching euphoria. “You’re not just saying that?”

Oh, you’ve definitely stroked his ego now, but there’s no turning back. Truth spills from you on a whim.

“You’re a fucking masterpiece,” you gasp acutely.

You’re starting to wither away, yet, as if they have a life of their own, your hands drift away from him and find a new home atop your breasts.

“You make me feel so good, Jaemin...”

Jaemin’s eyes go wide. His mouth hangs at the lewdness of you touching yourself.

“Fuck, holy shit.”

His gaze doesn’t leave your ecstatic face or humming body for a second as you knead your breasts and tweak your nipples between your fingers. Your back arches further when Jaemin deepens his sweet, fulfilling thrusts. He’s holding himself back, not wanting to end this beautiful deed just yet.

The stimulation bursts over your body, both from your own doing and Jaemin’s.  

You plead, “Faster, please, faster.”

And he complies, but he also rubs your bundle of nerves, causing a tight knot in you to build up and your shallow moans transform into heavy screams. You clasp onto his back and claw at the protruding shoulder blades.  

“I’m-I’m—”

You clench, both with your core and your nails digging into him, but Jaemin’s unrelenting, capturing your second peak for the evening.

Instead of coming after you, he shockingly veers lower and closer to you and curbs his pace.

“Was that real?”

You respond with an exhausted nod. Oddly, the smile he shows this time isn’t arrogant, but warm and teetering the line of tenderness. His lips fuse with yours before they stray towards your neck. The passion stews as he sucks your tits, all the while lunging laxly into you.  

With an obscene pop!, Jaemin removes himself from your nubs.

“Ready for the last round?”

His fast thrusts, hitting you precisely in the best spot, cloud your already weakened logic, deterring you from making any response.    

Perspiration is blatant on both individuals. For him, his forehead glistens gorgeously with his damp hair. For you, the back of your bent knees are gluing together. Your bodies are about to pass out, but you both persevere until the end.

As you convulse and perish together in beautiful agony, coincidentally enough, the bulbs in the room and in the streets leap to radiance.

Together, you collapse onto the bed side by side, panting heavily and laughing.

“Told you we weren’t going to die.”

You turn your head to see Jaemin looking at you with a cheeky grin. In retaliation, you stick your tongue out.

By nighttime, it’s finally stopped snowing outside. However, the streets won’t be cleared until morning, at the very least.

But... you’re surprisingly okay with that.

In a turn of events, the sex inexplicably makes the two of you warm up to each other. There still is targeted banter and tension between you, lingering from before, but it’s less hostile and more playful.

During a fancy Christmas Eve dinner of microwavable pizzas, you poke fun at each other’s majors and discuss your respective hobbies in depth, especially his love for photography. Jaemin even asks if he can take a picture of you, claiming that the kitchen lighting actually looks nice on someone for once.  

“Is that how you collect the memory of your one-night stands? Instead of hanging their skins in your closet, you sweet-talk your way and keep all the photos of them?” you joke, referring to the video call from yesterday night. It feels like an eternity ago, but snowstorms tend to do that.

He chuckles behind the camera as he snaps a photo of you scrunching your face cutely.

“Yeah, but you’re the first one who has clothes on,” he says, glancing down at the photo on the camera roll.  

“Ugh, gross,” you cringe and take a sip of tea.

Jaemin doesn’t add anything further. He leaves out the fact that he never keeps any traces of his one-night stands, that you’re the first girl he’s taken a picture of in a while.  

After a few hours of more talking and even some gaming with one another, sleep is much needed. Jaemin offers an extra toothbrush and a sweater and pair of sweats to sleep in. You’re facing each other on his bed, noses almost touching.  

“It’s been a while since I haven’t had sex with a girl before I slept next to them,” he whispers, adjusting himself comfortably. The side of his face rests on his piled hands. “It’s kinda nice.”

You cover your mouth as you yawn, then lay your hand back under your head, reflecting the same position as Jaemin.

“You know, it might be my sleepiness talking, but maybe you’re not the worst person in the world to be stuck with during a snowstorm.”

A lovely chuckle echoes in your ear. “I’m glad you’ve had a change of heart.”

After a few moments, your eyes are fluttering to a close until he softly calls out your name.

“Hm?” you stir awake, but not by much.

“Do you...?”

Jaemin doesn’t know what’s gotten to him, doesn’t quite understand why the defences he built for so long are crumbling down in only a day of knowing you.  

And yet, something urges him to give it a chance.

Blowing out a shaky sigh, he anxiously intertwines his fingers with yours. You hum softly at the action and a small smile blooms on your face.

“Do you want to go on a date with me sometime?”

“Hm?” His question doesn’t take you aback as much as you would be if you were fully awake. But even in your drowsy state, you have quips in hand. “Jaemin, the notorious fuckboy and serial one-night stander, wants to go on a date?”

“Yeah,” he replies gently, brushing your loose hair out of your face.

Another yawn. “I thought you said you don’t want feelings and relationships and all that shit.”

His fingers trace your pretty jawline and shrugs. “One date doesn’t mean we’re going to be in a relationship, I’m sure you know that.”

You pause for a good two seconds, but the two seconds feel like forever for Jaemin.

“Mmm, fine. One date, just one.” You barely hold up your pointer finger. “And only because it’s Christmas tomorrow. ‘Tis the season to be giving...”

Relief washes over Jaemin in the form of a smile. Embracing the blatant feeling in his chest this time, he plants a light kiss on your nose and wishes you sweet dreams, even though you’ve already fallen soundly asleep.  

Sunlight pours over your eyes on Christmas morning.

Déjà vu peculiarly creeps up on you, but the only thing that’s the same as yesterday is waking up in Jaemin’s bed.

He’s next to you this time, deep in his peaceful slumber, instead of waiting for you to leave by his doorframe. The snow has finally stopped, and you think you hear the faint noises of snow plows outside. You inhale deeply and also notice the faded aroma from all the scented candles from last night.

The scenes of yesterday flicker across your mind. The incredible sex. The talking. The dinner. The interlocking of his fingers with yours.

The date he asked you out on.

You stare at him, watching him sleep with a sense of content.

Turning your body, you routinely check your phone, which is charging beside his. You have a slew of Merry Christmas texts from several chats and a few private messages from your friends.

Your attention falls on Jaemin’s phone when it lights up with a notification, likely texts from his friends and family too.

But that’s not what you’re focusing on.

Your heart sinks at the sight of his lockscreen.

It’s a picture of him and a girl kissing.

A twinge emerges in your chest and twists harder and harder.

Jaemin being a fuckboy, you can respect. People can do whatever they want with their lives.

But to cheat?

That’s unforgivable, and a true sin if there ever was one.

You scramble to dash out of there, careful not to make any noises in fear of waking Jaemin up. However, Jaemin’s sensitive to the sounds of the front door, so he rouses awake. His eyes flit open, noticing how you’re gone. He then sees his phone blowing up and adds two and two together.

With his phone in hand, Jaemin rushes to get on a coat and stuffs his feet into his boots, not giving a shit that he’s wearing his thin pajamas in the coldness. He’s bounding down the flight of stairs and onto the bright, white wonderland of the streets.

He swivels his head and catches sight of you almost past down the block, slowly trekking through the thick snow. Jaemin sprints, as much as he can, and hops towards you.  

He yells your name, making others on the street turn, but you don’t. You continue forward without looking back.

“Wait! I can explain!”

You’re trying to gain speed, but cardio isn’t your friend. Thankfully for Jaemin, it’s a close friend for him.

“I don’t wanna fucking hear it, Jaemin,” you grunt, hearing the rapid crunching of his shoes coming closer. “Get lost.”

“No, listen to me for a second.”

The boyish man grasps you by the arm and turns you around. You throw his arm away from you and he holds his hands in the air, letting you know that he respects your space. He drops his hands and sees that you’re seething, even worse than you were when he kicked you out yesterday.

“How are you going to explain your lockscreen with you kissing your fucking girlfriend?! Hm?”

“Ex,” he pants in clarification. “Ex-girlfriend.”

Your eyebrows mesh together in utter confusion.

“Okay? That doesn’t make me feel any better, knowing that you’re still hung up on your ex.”

Jaemin shakes his head and rakes a hand through his hair. You note the large clouds he exhales and how he’s barely wearing any clothes. A tinge of sympathy passes through you, wanting to give him some of your clothes for extra layers, but you smother that quickly in your state of rage.  

“I’m not hung up on her. Remember you asked me yesterday why I don’t want girls to stay the next morning?”

You cock your head impatiently, as if saying, “Yeah.”

“Well, I don’t want to attach myself to girls. I can’t. I...”

He lowers his head to one side. Shutting his eyes, a long puff emits from his mouth.

“She cheated on me.”

The snow plows in the distance can’t compare to the pumping of your heart in your ears. All the feelings you felt in the last day, but especially in the last fifteen minutes, jumble together in your head, making you feel uneasy and unsure of what to exactly feel or comprehend of the situation.  

But you do know one thing, despite the fact that you two barely know each other, the pained look on his face is real—that this is the untold story behind his ways.  

Jaemin lifts his head and holds out his phone for emphasis. “The lockscreen serves as a constant reminder that dating and feelings will and can fuck me up.”

Carefully, he steps a little closer to you and slowly cups your face in his shaking hands. You don’t pull away nor is there the same anger from moments before, so he daintily runs his thumbs over your cheeks.

“Until you showed me yesterday that maybe I’m willing to give it all another shot. Risk it all for fuck knows what, but you make it look like it’s worth it.”

He continues his ramble after adjusting some of your hair from the ongoing breeze.

“Sure, it’s Christmas today, but I don’t want you to say yes to going on a date with me just because it is. I want you to say yes because maybe you like spending time with me just as much as I like to spend it with you.”

You’re completely disoriented—your eyes are shifting everywhere but his eyes and your lips are quivering with no words coming out. He sighs understandingly. 

“Look, I know you’re probably having second thoughts and you don’t have to give me an answer right now. Think on it for as much time as you need, but I want you to know that I genuinely like you and I want to go on an actual date with you.”

He peels his hand away from your face and raises it into the air as if taking an oath.

“I, Na Jaemin, the notorious fuckboy and serial one-night stander, will devote to monogamy once again if it means I can date you.”

His hands grab yours, kisses the back of them, and then he presses one kiss onto your icy cheek prior to walking away.

“Merry Christmas,” he says with a sad smile. “You know where to find me if you change your mind.”

Later that evening at your large family’s Christmas party, you take another dreadful gulp of your wine.

It’s the happy holiday season, but why does everyone feel the need to stick their nose in your dating life? Well, really, a lack there of.

“Why are you still single?” Layers of their voices resound the same question in your head. You take another swig.

Potential unsaid answers that you kept to yourself fly around as you swish the drink in your glass.  

Because you choose to be.

Okay, not really, but it’s the easiest answer.  

Because you haven’t found the right guy to get you back in the game.

What does that even mean? What makes the right guy even right?

The right guy? It’s someone who makes you laugh, someone who gives as good as they can take it, someone who wants you just as much as you do.

The cogs move in your head as you take one more sip before you finally come to the conclusion—  

Because you didn’t find the right guy until last night.

Despite the mess of today and yesterday morning, you realize that Jaemin is... actually sort of sweet. Annoying, yes, but he keeps you on your toes. It’s a plus that he’s easy on the eyes, but it’s a bigger plus that he’s even easier to talk to.

And if he can find it in his scorched heart to trust you, you can find it in your heart to trust him too.  

You quickly say your good-byes to your family and let them know you have other plans with friends tonight.

As the Uber rolls up to his apartment building, you realize you probably should’ve messaged him on Tinder, but it’s worth a shot to see if he’s home. Anyways, impulsiveness is a controlling entity, as evident from your Christmas Eve Eve’s adventure.

And in retrospect, perhaps Jaemin was the perfect pick of the crop after all.  

Someone’s entering the building and lets you in behind them. You take the stairs two at a time and hear booming music coming from his floor. At first, you assume it’s from other apartments, but it’s all coming from one—his.

Without a thought, your knuckle taps the door.  

A handsome figure that’s definitely not Jaemin opens the door. Behind him, you see a group of young men scattered around the living room, and some have a few girls tucked under their arms.

The man eyes you up and down with a spark in his eye. He’s not Jaemin, but he surely reminds you of him.

“And who might you be?” he asks.

“Who’s at the door, Jeno?” An unknown male voice hollers in a high pitch from the couch. He’s one of the guys with a girl attached to him.

You blink. “Uhm, I’m—”

“She’s with me!” Jaemin shoves the flirty stranger aside and tugs you by your wrist, making headway to his bedroom. He flips the light switch on and the door clicks shut.

“What are you doing h—”

You cut him off with a kiss.

An innocent one, at first, with hints of alcohol on each other’s lips. Your arms wrap around the other and the passion increases with the mingling of your tongues, each party tasting and confirming the specific drinks you both consumed tonight.  

Jaemin forces himself to pull away and presses his forehead against yours. “Did you just come all the way here to kiss me, or...?”

“Maybe I came over to ask... if I can stay with you for another night?” you playfully ask, fingers intertwining behind the nape of his neck.  

He chuckles heartily. His fingers sink into the sides of your waist. “Is my dick that great? The sex with me that amazing?”

“Mmm, that’s definitely a benefit,” you agree, fluttering your nose against his. “But I want more than that—“ You poke a finger to his chest. “—I want the man behind the dick.”

Your gazes converge, bringing you together as one.

“I want to go on that date with you. I want you, Jaemin.”

He flashes a megawatt smile that could compete with a million Christmas lights, but it fades suddenly and you’re unsure why he seems like he’s about to bawl his eyes out.

“That’s so beautiful, I might cry.” He brings a finger to his eye, pretending to shed a tear.

Oh, yeah—you’re definitely going to need to hire someone to constantly shove your eyeballs back into your sockets if you’re going to date Jaemin.

“Oh, shut up,” you whisper, yanking him in for another kiss.

Three dates later, including a memorable New Year’s Eve, you finally decide to rid of the Tinder app for good.

With his arm around you on his living room couch, Jaemin glances over your shoulder.

“Really? You’re finally deleting your Tinder?”

You snort in disbelief. “That’s gold, coming from the King of Tinder himself. When did you delete?”

He turns to face the television and shrugs coolly.

“Maybe I didn’t.”

“Wouldn’t put it past you,” you nod, eyes still on your phone.

“Nah, I’m kidding, I did.”    

You sharply turn your head.

“No way. When?” you press with narrow eyes.  

A shy smile emerges on Jaemin’s face as he picks his pants over his thighs.

“On the night of Christmas Eve, after you agreed to go on a date with me.”