#we are so close … his face is so close …… venus we are kiss distance i will explode into pieces — but before i do !! we absolutely must tal

[unriding]

(early) zevie day sketchy !!!!! for u !!!!!!! ohhh how i love zevie (and moevie) !!!!! i hope you have the best best best ever day full of love bc you deserve it - truly and honestly!! you're one of the sweetest souls i've had the pleasure of knowing ... thank you for being you <3 mwah mwah xoxo

venus ?!?! i will respond to your art in my tags ( i am sorry for the length of them in advance ) but oh i love you !! i think i will queue this like 30 minutes before midnight because i am losing my mind ahsndjdjd !!! ??? venus every time i see you, i feel so .. safe ?! and so comfortable ? and happy ? i truly love this special air you have .. i love you !! i have been so happy to be your mootie … thank you for making me feel so loved 🥺 and thank you for being in my life! and thank you for being so cute and so sweet and so lovely and so — JANSNJDKD thank you!!! 🥺🥺🤍✨✨

[exhaslo]

Over-Time Ch10

(CEO!Miguel x Shy/Clumsy!Reader)

Ch1, Ch2, Ch3, Ch4,Ch5, Ch6, Ch7, Ch8, Ch9

Warning: MINORS DNI, sexual thoughts, slow-burn, mentions of sex, bullying, cussing, fluff, touch starved, over-stimulation (not the way you all thinking lol)

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A shiver ran down your spine as you grew closer to the venue for the Fall Banquet.

Miguel had you on his lap, his hands firmly against your hips as he kept you in place. His kisses getting more intense the closer you got. He wanted to make a mess of you. He wanted to feel every part of you.

And you were okay with it.

The warmth of Miguel's hands as they roamed your body brought you a sense of comfort you hadn't had before. His touch filling you with love. Each of Miguel's kisses showing how much he wants you. Craves you. A feeling that no one had shown you before.

"Sir, we have arrived." The driver spoke.

"Mhpm~" You flung your head back slightly as Miguel gently bite against your neck.

"Right when I found a weak spot," Miguel sighed, his head resting against your shoulder, "Shall we, mi amor? (my love)"

"Y-Yep. Remember...p-professional!"

You were a stuttering mess as Miguel gave you one last grab at your ass. His fingers gently outlining where your underwear should be. A simple reminder that you belonged to Miguel tonight.

Listening to his low chuckle, you tried to hide your blush as you got off his lap. Miguel fixed himself up before turning to you. His hands stroking your cheek as he pulled you in for another deep kiss. If this weren't the night of the Banquet, you knew that you were not leaving this car the same way you came in.

"Allow me," Miguel hummed as he helped you out.

The moment you stepped out of the vehicle, you were blinded by dozens of flashing lights. Nearly blinded, you flinched at the thought of your missing panties. What if someone were to notice? As your face paled, you instantly felt yourself engulfed in Miguel's warm embrace.

"Thank you. Good Evening. Pleasure to see you again." Miguel smiled towards some of the cameramen and women.

You were in awe. Miguel was so professional despite just having a huge make-out session in the car. He way he handled the media, while keeping you protected was heart throbbing.

"Mr. O'Hara! Who is that you are with? A new girlfriend?" One of the reporters questioned.

You felt your heart sink.

"Miss (Y/N) here, is my lovely assistant. As you might as known, Lyla is enjoying quite a long vacation. I'm sure-"

The sense of relief that washed over you was heavenly. Just the thought of millions of people's eyes on you was nerve wreaking. You could barely handle it when working at the coffee shop. You knew that Miguel was a big name.

Surely, he had both men and women just oozing for his love.

"I won't tell anyone until you are ready," Miguel whispered in your ear as he gently pushed you forward, "As much as I would love to answer all of your questions, alas, I have a Banquet to attend."

Why was Miguel so kind to you? The thoughts raced through your mind as he led you inside.

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Miguel instantly felt your body tense as you exited the vehicle. You were not used to this kind of attention. Wanting to keep you close, Miguel made sure to keep a safe distance. Any wrong gesture of his hand will be eaten alive by the media.

As tempting as it was to claim you live on national news, Miguel knew better. He knew of the consequences. That, and you felt like a shaking leaf against his hand. Quickly dispelling the reporters, Miguel took you inside.

Once inside, Miguel grabbed your hand and led you to one of the private rooms. This wasn't his first rodeo for hiding from the press. Locking the door behind him, Miguel immediately pulled you into his embrace.

"Are you alright?" He tone was filled with concern as he looked into your watery eyes.

"I-I'm fine. Wasn't used to....that," You admitted.

Miguel could only smile. His thumbs stroking your eyes then your cheeks before pulling you into another kiss. How refreshing you were. Not hungry for attention nor for his name to be on you. Not like his previous relationships.

"Mhm~ Miguel..." You whispered a moan, gently pushing against his chest, "The Banquet."

"Just once more,"

Miguel licked your lips, gaining swift entry. His hands holding your body, desperate for a feel. He wanted to know your every movement. Every slight press of your body against his. Miguel needed it. He needed it so badly.

"Alright," Breaking the kiss, Miguel nearly groaned at your dazed expression, "Let's go meet some liars."

"Hehe,"

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You couldn't help but chuckle as Miguel easily comforted you. He held you close as the two of you officially entered the Banquet, meeting tons of people.

If you were being honest....it was overwhelming.

You could feel the sweat starting to roll against the back of your nape as more people approached you. The music was a bit loud and the lightening was quite bright. How could no one else notice how nauseous this atmosphere was?

Not wanting to bother Miguel, you just kept smiling. It had only been about an hour. You could last a few more.

After meeting another three people, you started to get a little anxious. You needed to distract yourself, but it would look rude to be on your phone. Biting the inside of your cheek, you started to play with the chain of your purse.

Feeling every little connection. Every little nick of where the manufacture melted the gold to connect. How many chains were attached the purse.

ANYTHING to get your mind off of....THIS.

It was getting a little hard to focus on people. The lights were really starting to blind you. This kind of event was not something you were used too...nor did you feel comfortable with.

"(Y/N)?" Miguel faint voice whispered, bringing you back, "Are you alright?"

"Um...actually....I'm going to use the bathroom," You whimpered, feeling tears beginning to form.

Oh no. You couldn't stop yourself. Crying here and now would be the worst thing to happen. Trying to prevent Miguel from seeing, you looked down and nervously asked where the bathroom was.

Miguel led you to the side, showing you the restroom. Thanking him, you hurried inside, hiding from any of the other ladies. Once in a stall, you let out a heavy sigh and started to cry.

This was too much.

You wanted to leave.

Everything was too much.

You wanted to leave.

The lights. The people. The music.

You wanted to leave!!!!!

This was not the kind of event you were used too. This was not the kind of event you liked. There were far too many people talking to you, trying to get your attention, wondering who you were. This...This was not okay for you.

But it was your job.

Grabbing your phone, you started to scroll the internet. Something to get your mind off of this place. Anything to distract you and make you laugh. Anything to bring you back to your comfort zone. Even a stupid prank video will do.

It felt like hours, but you started to calm down. You still wanted to leave, but at least now you felt okay to go back out there. Inhaling deeply once more as you put your phone away, you prepped yourself.

Exiting the stall, you approached the mirror to get a good look at yourself. Luckily, your make-up wasn't ruined, but your eyes were red from crying.

"Someone break your heart, darling?" A woman asked as she passed you some tissues.

"O-Oh, no...no....um, thank you," You started to dap your eyes, "Just not used to an event like this."

"Ah, a first timer. Just smile and look pretty. If they talk to you or ask you something, lie to what they want to hear. All men are easy to sway and fool."

"Um," You glanced at the lady beside you, stunned by her beauty, "I-I don't think...all men are."

"Trust me. All they want is to get in your pants. If they are handsome, use it to your advantage. Trust me, it's what I do."

"O-Oh!"

"This party is full of men with big pockets. Land yourself a good one. With your looks...you might be lucky."

Feeling your face warm up, you watched as the woman left with a click of her heels. That was...interesting. You were sure if she meant well with her comments.

Once calm enough, you exited the bathroom and saw Miguel waiting. He looked annoyed and disgruntled. Gently tugging against his sleeve, you gave him a small smile.

"Sorry....and thank you." You whispered. Miguel's expression relaxed as he looked at you,

"Of course. Why don't we find a private place to chat?"

"I would like that."

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Next Chapter

Also, the whole thing with reader at the party literally happened to me this past weekend in Orlando. Hahaaaaaa

I'm an introvert who was taken to a nightclub. I was totally not okay, took me like....4 days to recover? Which is why for the late update, but I hope you all enjoyed anyway!

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[ylangelegy]

omg "what? me? jealous? never." with junhui please! 🫶🫶

ⵌ actor!jun x actress!reader. ⵌ word count: 988 ⵌ notes: co-stars, secret relationship, pet names ('pretty girl'), suggestive joke, all my favorite tropes in a drabble. i miss this man sooo bad.

Jun loves award shows.

He loves having an excuse to dress up, loves getting to interact with other groups a little more openly, loves the special stages they get to put on. And if his gorgeous girlfriend happens to be a special emcee, well— that only makes it a much better night.

He's not allowed to be too excited, of course. He's always careful not to blow his cover. At most, the boys just seem to assume that you're his favorite co-star.

If only they knew that Jun's had the privilege of your heart for the past couple of years.

There's a bit of a thrill in sneaking around, in having to pull out his acting chops. Tonight, Jun lies about having to go to the bathroom, fields Minghao's invites for accompaniment, and navigates through all the other tables. Your text had been the only prompting he needed. It's like a waltz; his eyes on your back, the distance he keeps.

You side step in to a corner, behind a curtain, and he follows. The entire venue of idols, of actors, of Korea's biggest stars are none the wiser.

Jun's hands find immediate purchase at your waist. "Hey, pretty girl," he greets smoothly, that bright smile of his already lighting up his face.

You'll probably only have three minutes, but three minutes is all that Jun needs. He doesn't waste time. "Saw you on the red carpet earlier. You were stunning," he hums, his face going to nuzzle the underside of your ear.

"I think you're a little bit biased," you shoot back, unable to resist a jab. Your facade of annoyance is betrayed by the smile that's threatening to fill your own face. "But I think I can let it pass for tonight, 'specially since that suits of yours looks so good on you."

"I'd look even better out of it," he says unrepentantly. His arms tighten around your waist, holding you close when you try to pull back and away.

You let out a groan. Jun laughs softly.

Jun's lips brush against your jaw, then down the line of your throat. His nose skims your skin as he takes a breath. "You smell nice," he mumbles.

Cinnamon, sugar, vanilla. The same scent as his own cologne.

"You got me this at your Japan stop," you answer, your hands resting at his hips. It's not much, but it'll have to do for now.

"I should get you a perfume every time we have a stop abroad," he says.

"Yah, don't do that. You have expensive tastes. And you already get me too many things whenever you're on tour."

"What's the point of being an established artist at my big age if I can't spoil my pretty girl a little?" he grumbles petulantly. He tilts his head to press a kiss over your pulse. "Besides," he adds after a moment, "I like that you smell like me."

Smelling like Jun was just another one of those things. His subtle reminders in the form of innocuous couple items that only the two of you knew about. Cologne and perfume with similar notes, matching silk pajamas, rubber shoes from the same line. A quiet litany of mine, mine, mine in your every day lives.

You give a bright, warm laugh as you mumble into his hair, "I'll wear it more often, then."

You are so bad for him. A walking, talking dopamine rush. Everything about you makes Jun feel a little lightheaded, a little dizzy. Like he's had one too many to drink.

But you're also the one who sobers him up, the one who always says, "We should probably get going."

"Do we have to?" he whines. His arms around you tighten. He knows the answer to his question— yes, yes, you have to go. But he can't help wishing otherwise. "Five more minutes?"

Your nth sigh of the night. Even then— "Five more minutes," you concede.

His hands flatten out against your back, holding you more snugly against him. He could stay like this forever. Just your warmth against him, the scent of you in his nose, the sound of your steady breaths in his ear.

But you say five more minutes. And so he counts down from ten in his head. Ten, nine, eight…

Jun pulls back after the countdown and steals a long, deep kiss from your lips.

This was what it felt like to be alive. The way his blood pumped faster, his heart thumped harder. The way that your very presence made everything else seem dull in comparison.

The feeling only intensifies when you move closer. When you arch against him in that way you know he loves. When your fingers run through his hair.

Jun is all but breathless. He pulls away after long enough, leaning his forehead against yours. "I'm a terrible influence on you," he pants against your lips.

Your hand slides down to his face, your thumb ghosting over his mouth. "You got some on you," you grumble, and it takes him a moment to realize that you're fretting over lip gloss.

"Leave it," he says. "I like smelling like perfume and looking like I got kissed."

You shoot him a glare. He gives you cheeky grin.

When the two of you part, Jun is relegated to watch you from his table. You're radiant up on stage, perfectly composed and charming. You have stellar manufactured chemistry with your more recent co-star, and some of the boys decide to tease Jun about it.

"Looks like you've gotten replaced, Junpi," Jeonghan sing-songs.

Soonyoung nudges Jun in the side. "Jealous that you've lost your favorite co-star to Kim Soohyun?"

Jun barely stops himself from bursting into laughter. Replaced? Co-star? His members don't know the half of it. Jun absentmindedly runs a thumb over his bottom lip, where traces of you still linger.

"What? Me, jealous?" He breaks out into an innocent smile. "Never."

୨ৎ * GAME, SET, PLAY ! ( JEALOUSY ) DRABBLE GAME.

[kaliforniahigh]

Requesting a story about your wedding night with Noah. It's neither of your first time, but your first time as husband and wife so it's more special... a combination of fluff and smut? 🩷

I hope it was a good ratio of fluff and smut. Thank you so much for the request! I really enjoyed writing this one <3 I'm drooling thinking about Noah wearing a suit on your wedding night.

Warnings: 18+ marriage, smut, unprotected p in v (wrap your willy), shower sex, oral (male receiving), fluff, a litte dirty talk, Noah is a little tease. I think that's it.

Requests are closed for now.

WC: 3.1k

You and Noah decided to distance your wedding venue from Los Angeles. The buzz of the busy city too much for such an intimate moment. So you decided to choose a wedding venue up North in the state of California, inviting your friends and closest family only.

The day was beautiful, it was everything you imagined your wedding would be. You cried, you danced, you kissed and called Noah your husband a million times, not getting enough of the fact that you got to marry your best friend in the entire world.

For the party, you changed into a flowy dress and a pair of Converse, feeling like you worn heels for long enough already. Now, though, as you and Noah made your way back to the hotel you were staying at, all you wanted was to take a warm shower to wash your hair and the make up off.

Your hands were intertwined in the middle console of the car, and took the chance to observe your husband. He looked so good the whole night, you actually wanted to drag him into a random room in the venue and have your way with him.

Now the fire burned even brighter inside of you. He discarded his suit jacket, only wearing a white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, tattoos on his arms on display. And if the lights from the streets illuminated him just right, you could see the tattoos on his chest underneath the fabric of his shirt.

His hair was tousled from his - and your - hands running through it. He played with your wedding ring on your left hand from time to time, and you decided to tease him a little.

Grabbing his hand, you started to move it away from the center console and closer to your thighs. Your dress rode up a little bit from you sitting down, so his hand felt warm on your skin. You turned sideways a little, so you could face him more head on, back partially resting against the car door.

He knew what you were up to. He noticed your looks throughout the whole night, and the way you desperately kissed him on the dance floor one too many times. He was glad the lightning was low, preventing the guests noticing his cock straining against his slacks. He had to go to the bedroom and adjust himself in his pants a couple of times.

The air inside the car got hotter and hotter as the seconds ticked by, even with the AC on blast. He stared briefly at you and saw the sluttiest look taking over your face. His hand on your thigh gripping the flesh tighter.

"What are you doing, princess?", he asked, voice low and eyes focused on the road ahead of him, but his mind was filled of thoughts of you.

"Nothing. Just getting comfy", your voice was sweet, not at all masking the true intentions of your actions.

"Don't act as if you wouldn't like if I slid my had up just a little", he inched his hand a little higher to get his point across, "and buried my fingers inside your sweet little cunt"

His lewd words made your breath come quicker and you spread your legs a little wider.

"Would you do that?", your voice was smooth and a little persuasive, be he wasn't caving in so easily.

"Nah, you're gonna have to be a good little wife and wait to get want you want", he took another look at you and saw your face fall a little, a whine falling from your lips. "Look at you. We haven't even been married for a day and you're already begging to be fucked", his tone was condenscending, but his words were true. You were begging to be fucked by your husband.

"I can be a good wife and wait", you told him.

"I bet you can, baby", his hand smoothed over your skin, caressing it this time, a stark contrast compared to the firm grip he had before. A signal that he was satisfied with your answer.

As soon as he parked the car, you pratically stumbled out the door, hearing Noah laugh behind you. You shared a few kisses in the elevator up to your room. It was late, so you didn't expect anyone to interrupt you.

"Hold on", he said, before you made your way to the door of your room.

You felt your feet leave the ground in a second, Noah scooping you up in his arms, bridal style. You laughed at the sudden motion, but crossed your arms over his neck anyway, gazing lovingly into his eyes that were so full of adoration for you.

The mood from the car shifted from lust to an undeniable sense of love filling both of your hearts. He leaned his head close to yours, giving you a slight eskimo kiss. Neither one of you bothered to be standing on the middle of the corridor.

"Hello, wife", he mumbled, giving you a peck on the lips.

"Hey, husband", you returned the kiss. "It's so high up here", you looked around yourself.

"Ok, smartass. Let's get you inside that room", with that, he started walking down the long hallway.

Getting the card in the door was a little bit of a hassle, but you managed it, and Noah made an exaggerated motion of stepping in the room with his right foot.

The hotel room was cozy. Warm colors adorned the walls, and the lightning added to the ambiance. The king sized bed in the middle.

"I don't know about you, but I'm crazy to try out that shower", Noah said, still holding you in his arms as he walked over to the bathroom, not even waiting for an answer.

"You read my mind. I'm in desperate need for a warm shower", you hummed in satisfaction just thinking about it.

"That's why we got married, babe", he finally put you down on the floor. He started to unbutton his shirt, but you stopped him in his tracks, grabbing his hands and putting them back by his sides.

"Your wife is undressing you today", you said as your nimble fingers started to undo button by button. You took your time, caressing his chest as you went. You saw him close his eyes, just enjoying the feeling of your fingers on him. After you were done with the front buttons, you moved to his sleeves, unrolling them and undoing the buttons there.

You untucked the shirt from his slacks and let it fall to the floor. Before moving on to his pants, you planted soft kisses all over his chest, provoking goosebumps all over his arms, hairs standing on end. Smelling his cologne on him and focusing on his breath that was starting to pick up, you fumbled with his belt with your lips still on him.

Pulling it off, it joined the shirt on the floor, and soon his pants were meeting the same fate. He helped you along, taking off his shoes and socks.

His hands went to your hips, as he maneuvered you to turn your back to him. He kissed down the column of your neck, moving your hair to the side with the softest touch, his lips moving over your shoulder blades, lips skimming over your skin. You felt his breath on you, warming you up inside.

He delicately started to zip your dress down, his fingertips grabbing the thin straps that rested on your shoulders, pulling them down. Your dress fell to the floor with ease, slipping down your frame. You turned to look at him in the eyes, gauging his reaction.

The lingerie you had on underneath managed to render Noah speechless. The lace had an intricate pattern, the bra wasn't padded, so he could see your pert nipples underneath. He wanted to bite you.

"You look so fucking good in this, baby", his words were breathless, eyes not able to stay locked on yours, as they wandered all over your body. "But I need you naked right now", his gaze darkened with his words.

He reached behind you to unclasp your bra. He took it off, setting the delicate piece on the counter behind you, hands going to your breasts that were now free for him to palm.

He slid down on the floor to sit on his knees, hands sliding down your torso to hook his finger under the waistband of your panties. Taking the last garment of clothing off your body, he kissed his way back up again, kissing you on the lips and placing you on the bathroom counter.

You hissed at the feeling of the cold marble on your bare ass cheeks, but hooked your legs on Noah's hips nonetheless, feet clawing at his boxers, urging for him to take them off. He complied, parting from your lips briefly.

When he was bare in front of you for the first time that day, you couldn't help but reach for his member, that was already hard and an angry shade of red, desperate for attention.

He threw his head back at the feeling of your small hand working him up and down, entertaining the moment for only a few seconds, before he pulled your hand away from him.

"I'd love to just slide inside of you right about now, but I was serious about that shower", he stepped back a little. "I'l get the water ready in the temperature I know you like. You just sit here and look pretty for me"

You decided to be a little shit and slap his bum lightly just as he moved towards the shower. He yelped a little at the feeling, but laughed at your antics.

Fumbling with the shower handle for a while and putting his hand under the stream of water to test the temperature. You took the time to get some bobby pins out of your hair, setting them on the counter. Shortly after, he beckoned you over, finally finding the perfect warmth.

He let you step in first, the water soaking your hair and your body. He got in after you, hugging your frame from behind, bodies sticking together under the warm water.

Noah reached for the hotel shampoo on the shelf. You brought your own, but it was in your suitcase and you couldn't be bothered to break this moment of pure bliss just to retrieve a bottle of shampoo. So you let him lather it up on his hands and spread it all over your locks.

You loved it when he washed your hair. His strong hands firm on your scalp, giving you a delicious massage, as you closed your eyes and leaned your back on his chest.

He asked you to step back under the water to wash off the suds, and after you were done, you did the same with his hair, struggling a bit with the height difference, but you made it work.

You really had to focus on what you were doing, his hard dick poking your stomach making your mind go to places that would surely deviate you from the task at hand.

After both of your locks were squeaky clean, you couldn't ignore your desires anymore. Softly pushing him against the shower wall, he went without resistance. It was his turn now to hiss at the cold feeling.

You didn't waste any more time, as you sank to your knees in front of him, taking him in your hands once again, giving him a few experimental strokes. He sighed in satisfaction at the feeling.

"Fuck, baby", his right hand went to your head, prompting you to take him into your mouth. "I've been waiting all fucking day for this"

You complied with his request, sucking on his tip first and going down his shaft little by little. His breath was ragged, and you looked up at him, to find his tattoed torso glistening with the water, making him look like a god above you.

He was looking down at you, mouth hanging open and eyes half lidded with desire. This made you work your mouth on him faster, wanting to draw from him the noises you knew he could make.

"Fuck, you're taking me so fucking well", he grunted, his voice already sounding so fucked out. You took him as far down as you could, your gag reflex making you choke on him, saliva dribbling from your chin and tears coating your eyes.

"Fucking look at you. Taking my cock like the good wife that you are", the words falling from his lips made your head feel dizzy. All you've ever wanted was to make your husband feel good.

"Gonna cum in my mouth?", you asked him, eyes red with tears as he ran his hand over your face.

"Hmhm, you gonna swallow everything?", you nodded feverishly, taking him back inside your mouth.

You knew it wasn't gonna take long for him to cum. The grunts and sighs slipping freely from his mouth now, only urging you to take him further down your throat. His grip tightened on your hair and his thighs started to shake. You were a little scared he was going to slip at some point.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum", he said in a high pitched voice, holding your head still as you felt him release inside your mouth with warm spurts. You kept him in your mouth until he let you go, body sagging slightly against the wall. He was mindful to help you up from the floor.

"How's your knee?" he asked you, pulling you in for an embrace. His skin was hot on yours, chest littered with red splotches.

"They'll bruise a little, but it's ok", you caressed his hair as you answered his question.

Turning you both around, he caged you in with one arm resting on the wall, the other going down your side to hitch one of your legs over his hips. He pressed his cock on your center, the feeling making you whimper.

"Noah, please...", you said into the air, your hand gripping his neck.

"What do you need baby? Tell me what you need"

"I need you", you pleaded again.

"Yeah? Need your husband to fuck you real good?", he teased with a smirk on his face. You noticed his hand pumping himself a few times, getting himself ready once again.

The leg that was over his hips nudged him forward.

"Please, need my husband to make me feel good", you emphasized your words with a roll of your hips.

"I'm going to, baby. Hold on to my shoulders", you placed both hands there, planting your feet firmly on the ground beneath you.

You felt him lining himself up with your entrance, a moan already leaving your lips from how sensitive you were.

"Shhh, I'm not even in yet, sweet girl"

"It feels so good", your voice was strained with anticipation.

"I know, baby. I know"

A few seconds later he was all the way inside you, filling you up so nicely you couldn't even fathom words to describe the feeling. He kept himself still for a moment, before rolling his hips at a slow pace.

Despite your desperation, you let him set the rhythm, not wanting to rush anything.

"Shit, I swear you feel even better now that I finally made you my wife", you could only moan in response, agreeing with his statement.

He gripped your bum and pushed your bodies closer together, picking up the pace and hitting that spot inside you perfectly, making your noises grow louder, mixing with the water still falling from above.

"Noah...", you called out his name, he hummed in acknowledgement. "I'm not gonna last long", you let him know, voice breathy and full of need.

"It's ok, babygirl. I'm not gonna last long either"

He slipped in and out easily and you felt everything. His chest, his damp hair on your hand, and his lips as he started to kiss your neck. The sensation was too much for you. You already felt the butterflies swimming in your belly, ready to be released and make you fly into cloud nine.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum", you mumbled almost incoherently. "Please, please, please", you didn't even know what you were begging for, but you kept pleading.

"Cum for me, baby. I'm right there with you", his words were all you needed as you felt the sensation of your orgasm take over your body. Your moans the loudest they've been tonight.

You could hear Noah grunting and cursing under his breath, his hips stilled and he gripped your body tightly, keeping you in place.

The two of you just stood there, reveling in the feeling of one the best sex you've had together.

"I think my legs are gonna give out", you let him know. They felt like jelly under you, as you unhooked the leg that was resting on his hip.

"I got you. I'm holding you. Don't even know how I'm standing myself", he let out a little laugh, still a little out of it.

"Hey", you called for his attention. You took his face in your hands, pushing his hair back on his forehead. "I love you so much. I'm so excited to live the rest of my life with you", he smiled the most beautiful smile you've seen on him, and nuzzled his nose in yours just like earlier in the night.

"You make me the happiest man on this planet. I can't wait to create so many memories together", he kissed your lips passionately.

Regaining a little bit of balance, you bodies disentangled from each other.

"We should probably finish this shower, or they'll curse us for the water bill", he noted and you giggled, not really knowing how long you spent there enjoying each other's bodies.

Minutes later, you both laid in bed, completely spent from the day and the activities that just took place in the shower.

Noah studied your left hand, the one that now carried a beautiful gold band.

"Sometimes I'm scared I won't be a good husband", he thought out loud. You turned your body on the bed to look at him.

"Sometimes I'm also scared I won't be a good wife", you confessed yourself. You haven't seen many happy marriages throughout your life, but you felt from the beginning that you and Noah were different from everyone else, and that's what prompted you to say the next words. "But we're us, and we're gonna figure this out together, no matter what happens. And we'll let each other know if one of us is not being a good partner"

Communication was always key in your relationship from the very beginning. You struggled a bit at first, but soon realized that if you wanted it to last - and you desperatly did - you had to communicate with him, and him with you.

"We have each other, we're gonna be just fine", he decided.

"Yes, we are" you agreed with him.

Turns out you didn't really need the king sized, because you slept snuggled so close together, that most of the space in bed went unused - until you woke up in the morning and Noah decided to have you in every position inaginable.

[wlntrsldler]

well now that you let the angst monster peek out… can we have a luke and five star argument that happens while she’s visiting that leaves everyone tense and forcing them to make up, or smth along those lines?? i need more of their angst it’s too good 😁🙏

song: i choose you by kiana lede

"what do you want me to do, five star?" luke asked, trailing behind you. you both just entered the concert venue for their second album's listening session. the event was starting in a few hours and it was a struggle to sneak in through the back without any of the fans noticing you.

"do not call me that right now," you hissed, marching over to the back exit.

"fuck, are you serious? can you just-- stop walking so fast!" luke picked up his pace and planted his feet in front of you. he looked at you in disbelief as you crossed your arms over your chest with your lips in a pout. you tried to look at anything but him. "what do you want me to do, huh? you don't want people to know about us, which is fine! i'm good with that, but i can't control what people say about me. i can't control that they're speculating things. you know they're not true!"

you were being stubborn. you knew this. it wasn't luke's fault that someone named him as their celebrity crush and that the poisoned mercury fans were shipping them now. it wasn't his fault that your tiktok page was just edits of your boyfriend and the gorgeous, beautiful, singer. she didn't know luke was in a relationship. she didn't even know you existed.

outside of yours and luke's immediate circles, nobody knew. the long-distance thing was a blessing in disguise while you two hid your relationship from the public. no paparazzi pictures. no fan sightings.

"i don't know, okay?" you groaned, rubbing your face with your hands. "i don't know what i want right now."

"it looks like you wanna leave," luke clenched his jaw, gesturing to the door you were racing towards. "is that what you wanna do?"

you looked at him, hard and cold, "maybe i do."

luke scoffed, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue, trying to hide the hurt in his face. he shook his head, an empty smile appearing on his lips, "fine. go, then."

around the corner, the boys and clarisse watched in silence. they were startled by the sound of you and luke arguing. you weren't yelling at each other, but the tone of your voices were rough. they'd never heard you guys like this before.

you and luke always spoke in hushed whispers with each other. sickeningly loving voices that were reserved for each other. the boys often joked about throwing up every time you and luke shared a kiss in front of them, but they loved seeing the two of you in love. so seeing you guys argue was something they weren't prepared for.

sure, couples argue and they fight, they weren't stupid enough to think that you two didn't do that, but you two always seemed to work it out. neither of you have ever left each other like this.

connor turned to clarisse when you walked out of the venue, slamming the door behind you as you left the building, "well, shit."

"what do we do?" travis questioned, panic in his eyes. "we have a gig in a few and luke is supposed to be singing these love songs he wrote about the girl who just left."

"dude. that's the last thing that should be on your mind," chris smacked him on the arm, "they just got in a fight."

"come on, it's luke and y/n. they're not gonna break up," he replied nonchalantly, "they're meant to be. i'm not worried about them."

"i am," clarisse mumbled. the boys all turned to look at her. "i-i've never seen her like this."

the boys were close, of course, they were, but they didn't always talk about relationships like this. they only knew about the surface-level things about your relationship because luke wasn't one to gush about the details of it. but if clarisse, who knew more about your side of the story, says that they should be worried, then maybe they should be.

before any of them could reply, luke walked by the group, grumbling and visibly upset. he collapsed on the couch with a thud and glared at them, "what?"

"are we gonna ignore the fucking elephant in the room?" travis asked, quirking an eyebrow. he motioned to the area where luke was previously standing, "what the fuck was that?"

"i'm not in the mood, stoll."

"you need to be more empathetic, bro," connor sighed, placing a hand on the older stoll's back.

"hey, none of you keep me for my empathy," travis shrugged, sitting beside luke. he nudged him with his elbow, trying to get him to crack a smile, "you keep me for my innate ability to kill it on the drums and for my humor. oh! and my killer looks, how can i forget that?"

luke snorted, letting out a dry laugh. he shoved travis playfully, easing his shoulders, "you're terrible."

"you guys okay?" clarisse piped in, standing beside chris. she reached for his hand to anchor her. "that seemed intense."

"i don't know," luke chewed on his bottom lip, "she's mad that fans are shipping me with some actress that said i was her celebrity crush, but i don't know what to do about it."

"oh, i've seen those edits," she cringed, sending luke a sad smile. "they're everywhere right now."

"clar, i don't know what i'm supposed to do here," luke was out of ideas. he propped his elbows on his knees, leaning forward. "she doesn't want people to know about us, which is fair. i get it. i'm fine with keeping it under wraps for now because i also don't want the media in my personal business and i don't wanna subject her to that. but like-- what am i supposed to do? i can't control what people make up online."

"yeah that's fair," she mused. she paused for a second. "did she ever tell you about the guy who asked her out to his frat formal?"

"yeah," luke mumbled, "la rue, if your goal was to get me madder, it's working because i distinctly remember telling five star that i would fly to north carolina to punch that guy square in the jaw."

"calm down," she laughed, "but you know how you're feeling right now? that's how y/n feels, but like a hundred times more. imagine people telling you that your girlfriend would be perfect with some other guy, who probably would make more sense for her. he goes to her school, he's attractive-- their relationship would make sense."

"y/n has to deal with having to share you with the world, luke. and it's not your fault and she wouldn't trade what you guys have for anything, but having to see people talk about her boyfriend being perfect with someone else? i dunno," she shrugged, looking at chris. chris held her hand tighter. she turned to luke again, "i would probably react the same way as her."

"oh," luke conceded. "just curious, what was the guy's name?"

"y/n didn't even bother getting his name," clarisse said. "she just said no and walked away. then she called you because she missed you."

"get your ass up and get your girl, castellan," travis pushed luke off the couch.

luke didn't need to be told twice. he opened the door, craning his head left and right to look for you. he saw you leaning against the wall, a familiar device in your hand. you exhaled, smoke escaping your parted lips, walking over to him.

luke met you halfway, pulling you to his body when he got close enough. he placed a kiss on the crown of your head, "don't like it when we fight."

"i don't either," you mumbled, gripping him tightly, "i'm sorry. i shouldn't have taken it out on you."

"you know there's nobody else for me, yeah?"

"no, i know," you pulled away from him a tiny bit, but luke wasn't having it. he wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you from taking a step back. you looked up at him, feeling vulnerable, "it's just getting to me, i think. it's hard to be unphased when everyone wants your boyfriend."

"fuck everyone else," luke hummed, placing a soft kiss on your lips. your lips molded together perfectly. "want you. only you. next time you're feeling this way, tell me, okay? i can think of so many better ways than fighting to reassure you of how i feel."

you giggled, trailing kisses on his jawline, "i can think of a few ways right now."

he pulled out his phone, turning to face you with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "we got a three hours. how many ways do you think we can do?"

--

"so this song is not on the album," luke started, taking his mic off the stand. the crew rushed over to switch to the acoustic set. his eyes found yours in the small crowd. you furrowed your eyebrows in a questioning manner. "but we wanted to give you guys a surprise song at this listening session."

travis got situated on his acoustic drum set, sending luke a thumbs up. the rest of the boys sat on the stools in front of the crowd. cheers erupted from the group you and clarisse sat with, all buzzing with excitement that they were getting an unreleased song.

"i wrote this song a few weeks ago and we haven't gotten the chance to record it so it may be rough," luke laughed into the mic, eyes not leaving yours. "but i wrote this song about a girl that i met last summer. and... well, i'll let the song speak for itself. this is 'i choose you.' hope you like it."

[itmeansiris]

The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Revenge Gen 1 pt.89

TW: EXTREME VIOLENCE, ADULT LANGUAGE & BLOOD.

Mercury's mind took a moment to register the pain. She tried to open her eyes and push her body up from the floor when a weight settled on top of her and a hand pressed down over her nose and mouth making it difficult to breathe. The other pinned her hand painfully above her head, her knuckles scraping against the textured floor. She couldn’t move.

A familiar face came into view as she leaned in close to whisper in M's ear, the scent of bozo overwhelmed her making her nauseous.

Paris: You're going to finally get what you deserve and you're going to pay for your husband's little stunt. I told him no one makes me regret anything.

Then the onslaught began. Mercury tried to protect herself, but with Paris's weight pinning her down and the lack of focus from the blow to her head all she could manage was putting her hands up in an attempt to fend off the attack.

Venus: MOM!

Venus ran over and tried to jump on Paris's back as she picked up the small vase to hit Mercury with it again. Venus managed to surprise Paris causing her to drop the vase, but Paris laughed at her efforts and shoved her aside. The vase was forgotten for the moment.

Venus fell to the floor and tears bloomed in her eyes, but she pushed the pain aside. She needed to get help. She got to her knees and crawled toward the end of the aisle doing the only thing she could think of as the woman continued to assault her mother.

Venus: DAD!!!! DADDY HELP!

She screamed from her place on the floor. Ishtar and Aphrodite found her first, racing over to her to see what caused her panic.

Aphrodite: V, what's the matter? Where is mo-

Ishtar: Get off my mommy!

Dite turned to see her mother lying on the ground with a red-headed woman straddling her. Shocked and terrified at the sight before her, she dropped to the floor beside her sister pulling her close and rubbing her back trying to calm her down and trying to draw comfort from the contact as Ishtar attacked Paris.

He pulled and tugged on anything his small hands could grab hold of. He overpowered her for a moment as he yanked her hair pulling her off Mercury.

Paris: Stupid fucking brat! Arggh! Get off me!

Paris struggled to free herself from his vise grip on her hair when she was torn away by store employees.

Kason arrived while the supermarket staff struggled with Paris. They overpowered her, dragging her a short distance away. That's when he saw M. His mind raced back to Monday, but instead of Rufus in the burning room with Paris smiling, it was Mercury.

Aphrodite: ad...dad...Dad!

He was peeled from the horrifying thought at the sound of Aphrodite’s panic. He kneeled in front of his children blocking their view of M and examining them quickly for injuries. Ishtar had a small cut below his eye and Venus was trembling with her hands pressed firmly over her eyes red bruising peaking out from the sleeve of her coat. He steeled himself and got to work.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Spirit, handing the phone to Aphrodite seeing as she seemed to be the only one uninjured at first glance.

Kason: Are you hurt Dite?

She shook her head. He leaned in and kissed her forehead.

Kason: Thank the watcher. I need you to tell Nana to come to the supermarket, quickly. Tell her it's an emergency.

The look in Venus's eyes when she finally dropped her hands concerned him so he addressed Ishtar next. Touching the small cut below his eye. He winced in pain but gave his dad a reassuring smile.

Kason: Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere else, buddy?

Ishtar's smile fell his eyes filled with unshed tears.

Ishtar: I'm okay, but Venus's wrist, and Mommy!

Kason: Look at me Ishtar. I know this is scary, but I need you to stay right here with your sisters, and look after them. I'm going to check on Venus and then Mom while we wait for Nana. Can you do that for me?

Confusion and fear were evident in his eyes but he tried to look brave and nodded his confirmation. He was so young, only 7 with the most tender heart, it felt like a heavy request.

Kason: That's my big boy. It's going to be okay.

He hugged him tightly. Then turned his attention to Venus. He took her hand and walked her away from the others. He noticed she had a small limp. He spoke to her as if she was a wounded animal that might take off if startled.

Kason: Sweetie. Let Daddy have a look, okay?

She didn't respond, she didn't even look at him, she just bent down and held her leg. He slid over a few inches, blocking her view of Mercury. He was desperate to turn around and check on her, but Venus needed him first and the police had arrived and detained Paris, who was flinging insults at anyone within earshot as a crowd gathered.

Kason: V?

He removed his coat and sat on the floor lifting her into his lap so that she would be forced to look at him.

Kason: I'm going to look, okay?

He gently lifted her hand away from the wrist she cradled. It was an angry red color, but when he moved it in circular motions she didn't complain. He sighed with relief that it wasn't broken.

Kason: I think it's just sprained but they will have to look at it better. V I need you to stay-

He swallowed the end of that sentence when she pressed her face into his chest, tears fell from her eyes as her small frame shook violently against him. He looked over her again, searching for additional injuries, but saw none. He held her close understanding the pain wasn't physical, this was much deeper.

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@starrysimsie “Daddy’s got you”

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@simmerberlin A little thing called love

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@simplysims Ouch

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Reaper.

What happens when the Reaper destined to take you to the next place gives you more time instead?

'09 Grimm Ghost x Reader.

A/N I wrote this STRAIGHT after Finally. I couldn't shut this idea off, so I hope you like it!

TW. Talks of Death, pining, a kiss. Angst! ( Soap is mentioned.)

You felt the cool breeze as you closed your eyes, a hum of people working on you in the battlefield, but you knew. You knew the end was coming.

Taking one final look at your team, you smile. You managed to save the victim, even if it meant your own life was taken.

You tilt your head back and feel the breeze on your face, caressing your hair. If you focused, you could see the sky turning a pretty pink.

Soap had always said when someone died, they painted the sky for you as a leaving gift. When it was his turn, the night sky was your favourite kind of purple. You wondered what colour you would paint.

Your eyes close, as you feel a presence beside you.

"I'm ready." You call out, your voice weak.

You feel a shadow on your right, cold, ghostly hands on your skin.

"I'm not afraid!" You say, more to yourself than anyone else.

You hear a deep chuckle. You open your eyes to see.. Ghost?

You frown, although this was Ghost, he was not the Ghost you and Johnny served with. Same mask, different being.

He raises his hood, exposing more of his eyes. Deeply dark eyes, blond lashes, it was his doppelganger.

"Simon?" You ask. A frown still marring your brow.

The sentient being shakes his head slowly.

"Not from your timeline, love. But yes."

You feel some assurance in your bones that at least he knew who you were.

"I'm ready." You insist. You knew it was your time, and although in the faint distance, you could hear your Captain and Gaz shouting at you, calling your name, you felt heavy, and ready to see Johnny again.

"I've heard a lot about you, you know." Ghost says, a little smile to his tone.

You raise a brow.

"Johnny talks about his best friend often. How funny you are, how kind, how... selfless." Ghost stands, and you see the full size of him, all dressed in black, his stature towering over you.

"Are you taking me to him?" You ask. Your heart racing at the thought of seeing him again.

"I couldn't save him. I want to tell him-"

Ghost holds up a hand. His expression torn.

"He knows, love. We know."

"We hear and see everything, he knows how much you cared about him, he doesn't blame you."

"Then let me see him?" You ask, a little lump in your throat.

Ghost shakes his head.

"There will be no painting in the sky for you today, love. It's not your time."

The air rushes through your ears. You can't understand. You were shot, bleeding out on the field. It was your time.

"You are destined for more, love." He pauses.

"You'll see us again soon."

He leans in, over your body and presses a kiss to your lips. It feels like you've been plunged underwater, your soul punched through your body, ice dripping from your veins as you take a deep breath.

"She's awake!" You hear Gaz say, his voice clear as a bell.

"Soon." You hear the last whispers of a ghost, echoing in your mind.

.........................

A/N I just had to get this out, I'm thinking of a part two after I finish the next batch of Matchmaker. I have a feeling this isn't the end for these two....

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[gaybatmanenthusiast]

UNDERCOVER MISSION (oneshot)

(LEON KENNEDY X GN! READER)

⋆★ word count : 1,330

⋆★ warnings : n/a

⋆★ summary : Leon and reader have to go on an undercover mission as an engaged couple to infiltrate a high-security event. AS they spend more time together, the lines between acting and reality begin to blur.

⋆★ extra : struggled finding a gif for this lmao, anyways hope you guys enjoy!! i enjoyed writing this alsoo think i might start writing longer fics.

The mission briefing had been straightforward enough: get in, locate the intel, and get out. But the details of how they’d have to execute it were far more complicated. Leon and G/N had been assigned roles as an engaged couple, sent to infiltrate an exclusive, high-security event. They would have to play the part convincingly, which meant blending in with the crowd and, perhaps most dauntingly, acting as though they were madly in love.

As they approached the grand venue, Leon cast a glance at his partner. G/N was dressed to match the occasion, every detail chosen to exude sophistication. They met his gaze with a nod, their steady confidence a grounding force as they walked in together, hand in hand. Leon could feel the warmth of their palm against his, and he had to remind himself that this was strictly part of the mission.

“Let’s hope we’re convincing enough,” he murmured, shooting them a brief smile as they stepped into the bustling hall, the air thick with the chatter and laughter of high-profile guests.

G/N returned the smile, squeezing his hand. “Don’t worry,” they whispered, voice laced with a confidence that gave him pause. “Just follow my lead.”

It started off easy enough—a lingering hand on his arm, a soft laugh that felt real enough to almost fool him. The subtle glances they shared, the quick smiles, the occasional touch of their hands as they navigated through the crowd all seemed to work seamlessly, blending them into the background.

But as the evening wore on, Leon found himself caught off-guard by just how natural it felt. The stolen glances, the small touches—they were starting to mean more than he’d planned. He could tell G/N noticed it too; he saw it in the way their gaze softened when they looked at him, in the way they held onto his arm just a moment longer than necessary.

After hours of navigating the social circles and slipping closer to their target, they found themselves in a quiet lounge off the main ballroom. The dim light cast warm shadows around the room, and the low hum of music from the next room set an oddly intimate tone.

“We’re almost there,” G/N murmured, their hand resting on his arm. “Just one more bit of ‘acting’.”

Leon smirked, letting the teasing in their tone wash over him. “You’ve been convincing enough to win an award,” he replied, trying to keep his voice steady.

The moment didn’t last long before a slow waltz drifted through the walls from the main room, and G/N raised an eyebrow. “We may need to keep up appearances.”

Taking their hand, Leon led them into a smooth dance. His arm slid around their waist, and he felt G/N step closer, so close he could feel their heartbeat matching his own. As they moved in rhythm to the faint music, Leon found himself mesmerised, his focus shifting entirely to the way their gaze met his, the warmth in their eyes.

After a few turns around the empty lounge, they slowed to a near-standstill. Their faces were inches apart, breaths mingling in the soft light. Leon felt an unspoken invitation there, one he wasn’t sure he could resist. His gaze dropped to their lips before he looked back into their eyes, searching for any hesitation. When he found none, he leaned in, closing the distance between them.

The kiss was gentle at first, tentative, as though testing the waters. But it quickly deepened, and Leon could feel his heart pounding as he lost himself in the softness of their lips, the warmth of their hand at the nape of his neck. Every inch of distance between them had vanished, leaving nothing but a closeness that was both electrifying and grounding.

When they finally pulled back, G/N looked up at him, eyes shining with an emotion that mirrored his own. For a moment, the reality of their situation felt irrelevant; he wasn’t thinking about the mission, or the crowd, or the danger. It was just the two of them, wrapped in each other’s warmth.

“Guess we’re quite the convincing couple,” he murmured, voice low and rough with unspoken feelings.

G/N gave him a soft smile, brushing their fingers against his cheek. “Convincing,” they agreed, though the look in their eyes hinted at something far more real.

Leon’s hand lingered on G/N’s back a moment longer, reluctant to pull away even as they left the quiet lounge and slipped back into the bustling main hall. They walked side by side, close enough for their arms to brush, an unspoken comfort in the silence between them. Leon’s mind was spinning, struggling to focus on the mission, but every small touch seemed to pull him back to G/N. He was no longer sure where the mission ended and his own emotions began.

As they approached their target—a guarded door near the back of the ballroom—G/N glanced up at him, eyes meeting his with a subtle flicker of nerves that he found oddly reassuring. For all their confidence, the intensity of their shared moment had clearly affected them, too.

“Think we can charm our way past?” G/N whispered, lips close to his ear as if sharing a secret.

Leon chuckled softly, more to keep his composure than anything else. “You’re in luck. I don’t think we’ll need to charm anyone… not after we pull this off.”

He slipped his arm around G/N’s waist, his touch steadying as they moved toward the guard. Leon felt G/N lean into him, their closeness grounding him, even as they exchanged pleasantries with the guard and passed through the door without issue.

Once inside, they found themselves in a long corridor, empty save for the faint hum of machinery. They only had a few minutes to retrieve the data before someone would undoubtedly notice their absence. Leon quickly located the secure terminal while G/N kept watch, their figure tense but ready, fingers lightly brushing over their concealed weapon.

“Almost there,” he muttered, focusing on downloading the intel as rapidly as he could. The quiet stretched between them, and Leon could feel G/N’s eyes on him, their presence a calming force amidst the tension of the mission.

Just as the download completed, the sound of footsteps echoed from the far end of the corridor. Leon met G/N’s gaze, a silent agreement passing between them—they’d have to make a quick escape. He grabbed their hand, pulling them into a nearby side room as the footsteps grew closer, ducking into the shadows just in time to avoid detection.

In the tight, dimly lit space, they were pressed close, G/N’s back against the wall as Leon shielded them from view. His face was mere inches from theirs, his hand still clasping theirs, holding it tightly as if that alone could keep them safe.

For a moment, he forgot everything—the danger, the mission, the intel. All he could focus on was G/N, their breathing shallow, their lips parted as they looked up at him. He could feel their pulse quicken under his touch, their eyes searching his, filled with the same confusion and longing he felt.

Leon’s voice was barely above a whisper. “You alright?”

G/N nodded, their gaze never leaving his. “Better than alright,” they replied softly, their tone carrying a warmth that made his chest tighten.

He leaned in, unable to resist, pressing his lips to theirs in a kiss that felt different from the last. This one was unhurried, laced with a tenderness he hadn’t let himself show before. His thumb gently brushed over their hand, as if grounding them both in the moment, as if promising that he was there, for more than just the mission.

When they broke apart, G/N looked at him with a mix of wonder and something deeper, something that made his heart race.

“We should… get going,” they murmured, voice breathless.

Leon nodded, but he didn’t step away just yet, his hand lingering on their cheek. “Yeah… we should.”

[roosterforme]

A Love You Don't Find Everyday Part 21 The Reception | Rooster x Reader

Summary: The parking lot wedding ceremony had been perfect, and Bradley was certain the beach reception would be as well. But he just wanted to take you home. You were his wife now; somehow more precious and yet still everything he already knew he loved.

Warnings: Fluff, smut, and swearing

Length: 5400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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Bradley took you by the hand and led you toward the rocks. Your feet were aching, you were starving, and you'd give anything for one of the little bottles of champagne. You also couldn't wait to cut your wedding cake, which was currently being carried down the rocks by the catering crew.

When you took one step onto the rocks in your wedding dress and sandals, you mumbled, "Most dangerous wedding venue of the year." But Bradley was there right away.

"I'll carry you down," he whispered, and a moment later, he was slowly giving you a piggyback ride in your wedding dress while you kissed the shell of his ear. "And I'll carry you back up later when your belly is full of wedding cake and champagne."

"And Marry Me Rooster," you added with a smile.

"I did marry you, Baby Girl. I also told the caterers that it's called Married Me Rooster, just for today."

You laughed and hugged him tighter around his shoulders. "I love that!"

Bradley turned his head to look back at you. "Someday you can make it for our kids. Maybe someday soon. God, I hope they inherit your cooking skills."

You nuzzled your nose against his cheek. "And I can't wait until you have to carry me, and our kids, and all of our beach gear down these rocks someday."

"I have no problem making multiple trips, Sweetheart."

When he set you down in the sand, he kissed you softly while the small group of wedding guests cheered. Maria handed you and Bradley each a little bottle of pink champagne, and then she started chanting 'Speech! Speech!' while everyone else joined in with their champagne bottles in the air.

Bradley held you close, and you looked up at him before you turned to look at everyone else. The sun was dipping lower in the sky and shimmering off the ocean as you raised your bottle up and said, "Thank you for coming out for the fun afternoon at the beach, also known as our wedding!"

Bradley kissed the top of your head through your veil as the guys all wolf whistled. "If you're here, you're important to us," he told everyone. "There aren't a ton of you, but quality is always better than quantity, right? So thank you, honestly, it means a lot that you came today, even though we lied and schemed to get you here."

"It's a fucking scam!" Jake shouted, and you stuck your tongue out at him while Bradley laughed. "But we wouldn't want to be anywhere else!"

"Cheers!" Nat said, bouncing up and down, and you suspected that she had already dipped into the bottles in the gigantic cooler. 

"Cheers!" everyone else echoed as Bradley took a sip of his champagne before letting you taste it on his lips.

Bradley fumbled with his phone, and started up the playlist the two of you had made, connecting it to the portable speaker he asked Bob to bring. Then as the caterers finished setting up the tables of food, the photographer pulled you and Bradley away from the group. 

As the two of you made your way down the deserted beach toward the water, you took Bradley's hand in yours. The photographer followed you at a bit of a distance, getting some shots of the two of you together. "Just pretend like I'm not even here!" she called to you, scurrying to one side to take a photo.

Bradley wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your ear, murmuring, "Pretend she's not here? Is she trying to shoot a porno?"

Your head tipped back as you howled with laughter. "Bradley!" you scolded, but he just grinned and shrugged.

"It's a valid question, Baby Girl. My hands might be in some different spots if we were truly alone."

You peppered his face with kisses. "You can put your hands wherever you want later, Roo. And the entire time we're in Hawaii."

"Let me know when we can go home," he groaned. "Nobody would blame me one bit if we just disappeared right now."

"I already told you no," you whispered against his lips. "I still need to give you one of your wedding gifts." Then you pulled him along the surf as the bottom of your dress got wet and sandy. 

"What is it?" he asked, squeezing your butt. "Is it under your dress?" He tipped your chin up with his free hand, and kissed you hard. You moaned into his mouth and clenched around nothing, thinking it actually would be nice to leave now.

The photographer cleared her throat. "Okay, I guess pretend you're a little less alone than that," she said with a laugh. 

"Sorry," Bradley called out to her, moving his hand up your back. "I'll behave."

You just shook your head. "For someone in the military, you have very little self control."

"I have absolutely no self control at all when it comes to my wife," he whispered, and you reached your arms around his neck and kissed him softly. 

"Yes!" The photographer shouted. "That looks perfect!"

"You're perfect," Bradley echoed against your lips.

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The sun was setting by the time you and Bradley shared a plate of Married Me Rooster, and his original assessment had been correct; nobody could cook this like you did. "Yours is better," Bradley murmured as he fed you a bite. But everyone else was gushing about how delicious it was. 

"Don't tell the others, or they will want to come over for dinner all the time," you told him with a grin as you sipped some pink champagne. 

Bradley finished off a bottle of the beer that you and he had been drinking at the Hard Deck the first night he really talked to you. He tossed it into the recycle bin along with your empty champagne bottle, and asked, "Dance with me?"

As he collected his smiling bride in his arms, Bradley called out to Nat, "Play the song?" And he was already swaying in the sand with you when Everywhere by Fleetwood Mac started playing through the speaker. 

"I love you, Bradley." Your words left his eyes stinging as you let your cheek rest against his shoulder. Then Bradley sang to you while you danced with him to a song that would always remind him of this moment.

Something's happening, happening to me. My friends say I'm acting peculiarly. Come on, baby, we better make a start. You better make it soon, before you break my heart. I wanna be with you Everywhere.  

Then your parents started dancing as well, and Nat took Fanyboy by the hand. Maria and Payback got in on it, too. Bradley could tell Jake was taking a video, and he was thankful for all of them. 

When the song ended, you sighed against Bradley's neck. "The song was too short. We should have picked a longer one."

"We can dance to it whenever we want." He kissed you, but you stayed in his arms for the next song, so he held you and danced until it started to get dark.

"We have to cut the cake!" you said as Bradley and Cam turned on the camping lanterns that Maverick brought and lined them up in the sand. 

"Do it quickly," suggested the photographer as she got the camera ready again. Bradley took your hand in his as you held onto a plastic knife and let it sink into the small, two-tiered cake decorated with red and yellow flowers. 

"Even though it's confetti cake, I still love you, Sweetheart," Bradley told you with a playful glare. At least there were strawberries there as well to mask the sweetness of the cake, otherwise he was afraid nobody would want to eat it.

"The smaller top layer is actually lemon," you said, guiding the knife along and taking the slice between your fingers. "I changed it for you." You held it out to him so he could take a bite. 

"You didn't have to do that." But he was so happy you did. He loved it when you did little things with him in mind.

You took a nibble of the cake as well, licking some of the icing from your lip. "The bigger layer is still confetti, because it's still better, but I knew you'd appreciate this." And then you grinned the most sinister grin at him before smashing the rest of the slice of lemon cake all over his face.

"Seriously?" Bradley asked, in shock as you started laughing. He was sure everyone else was taking photos of him as he scraped cake and icing from his nose and cheeks. His mustache was going to be a lost cause for now. When you tried to escape from him as you cackled, Bradley snatched you up by your waist.

"No!" you screeched as he rubbed his face all over yours. But you weren't really fighting him as your hands came to rest on his shoulders. Bradley kissed you everywhere, leaving icing smudges all over your lips and cheeks, and he figured if he got some in your hair or on the veil, you'd forgive him. 

"I fucking love you," he promised loudly as you tipped your head back and laughed. He rubbed his sugary mustache along your neck and then licked you. And you danced with him to all of your favorite songs as the stars began to shine above the beach. And slowly but surely, everyone started to say their goodbyes, and then Bradley was ready to whine for you if necessary. 

When he opened his mouth to speak, you cut him off. "Yes, Bradley, we can go home now."

"Yes!" he whispered. "I'm so excited."

"We need to clean up all of the stuff that the caterers didn't take," you told him, but meanwhile he was ready to carry you to the Bronco.

"No, we got it. Go," Cam told you, placing a kiss to your cheek. "Maria and I will clean up. And Jake is going to take your parents back to their hotel."

Bradley watched as you hugged everyone and apologized to your parents that you and he were bailing early on the weekend to leave for Hawaii. Your mom just laughed and said she couldn't be happier about it. 

"I'll stop by tomorrow morning and pick up Tramp," Mav said, reaching out to shake hands with Bradley, but he pulled him in for a hug instead.

"Thanks, Mav. Thanks for everything."

"Anytime, kid."

As you drifted back towards Bradley's arms, Jake cut you off. Bradley rolled his eyes as you hugged Jake tight. "Congratulations, Angel. He was a good pick."

"I know," you replied, and Bradley felt bad about rolling his eyes.

"You're sweet for not being mad that he jumped off the carrier to rescue me," Jake added, kissing your forehead before guiding you toward Bradley.

"Wait, what?" you sputtered, eyes wide in the lantern light as you looked up at Bradley.

"Oh, come on, Hangman!" he groaned, reaching around you to shove Jake.

"Shit, you didn't tell her? You told me you'd tell her!"

"Yeah, I was planning on telling her tomorrow during the six hour flight to Honolulu!" Then he turned to you and said, "You can't divorce me yet, Sweetheart. It's only been a few hours."

"You jumped off the side of an aircraft carrier?" you asked softly. "Into the ocean?" Bradley nodded down at you, but he didn't dare to say anything else.

"Angel, he literally saved my life, darling," Jake said, trying his best to reassure you. "I jumped the runway in my Super Hornet and couldn't get the canopy open by myself underwater."

"Jesus, Roo. You could have both been killed," you gasped, taking his sticky face in both of your hands. "That's also kind of hot."

His eyebrows both shot up. "Can we focus on the latter part of that? At least for tonight?"

You nodded. "Yes, but tomorrow you're getting a six hour lecture about Naval safety guidelines. Now take me home."

Bradley shot Jake a scathing look before he shook hands with Cam and gave Maria a hug. Then your parents were all over him as your mom kissed his cheek three times in a row and said, "You can call us mom and dad. If you want to. We would like it if you did." Bradley thought for a moment that he'd probably still want to call them mom and dad even if his parents were still alive. Carole and Nick would have probably insisted you do the same with them. 

"Thanks, mom," he told her, letting her hug him. "Dad," he said, shaking hands with your father. Then you were pulling him away from them.

"We love you!" you called as you led Bradley to the rocks. "Have a safe trip back to Maryland, and we'll facetime you from Hawaii!"

Bradley scooped you up for another piggyback ride to the top of the rocks. "We will most certainly not be facetiming them from Hawaii, Baby Girl. We won't be wearing any clothes for ten days, and my cock will be inside you almost continually."

"Mmm, sounds nice," you hummed next to his ear, and then he had to climb the rocks in the dark with you on his back while he had a boner. But the sight that greeted you when you reached the top of the rocks had you both laughing.

There was an empty pizza box in the back window of the Bronco with Just Married!!! written on it, and someone had tied empty cans of energy drinks to the back fender. 

"Nat!" both of you said in unison.

"This is just her way of cleaning out her disgusting car and making me throw away the trash for her," Bradley said as he set you down.

"I think it's sweet!" you replied. "Now take me home."

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Your fingers were wound tightly through his hair as Bradley buckled you in the Bronco. "We can come back for your car tomorrow," he promised. "I don't want to be without my wife at all right now." 

And then your lips were on his. He tasted like beer and champagne and lemon cake, and you wanted more. His right hand was gently separating the slit in your dress, coming to rest on your thigh as he kissed you reverently. 

You pulled him closer until his chest was pressed to yours, and Bradley's fingers slipped inside the front of your satin panties. "Roo," you sighed as your head tipped back. "Please, take me home."

He stroked his finger along your slit once, making you cry out his name, and then he was closing your door and walking around to his. You were squeezing your thighs together as he drove with his hand up your dress once again. "I can't wait," he mumbled, checking his mirrors and changing lanes as he sped home. "Can't wait to make love to my wife."

Your moan filled the car, and Bradley muttered a string of obscenities under his breath as he turned down your street. "Bradley," you whined as he parked crooked in the driveway. 

He killed the engine and kissed you. "I'm here, Baby Girl. I'll take care of you." You watched him run around the front of the Bronco as you unbuckled your seatbelt, and then he helped you down. He handed you his keys and scooped you up in his arms. 

"Unlock the door so I can carry you inside," he whispered, and you turned the key, pushing it open. Your husband carried you in and then kicked the door shut. When Tramp ran over to investigate, Bradley told him, "Hey buddy, it's official. Mommy and Daddy are married!"

When you ran your lips along Bradley's scars, Tramp ran to the backyard through his doggie door. "That dog has a lot of sense," you whispered with a smile as Bradley set you down and started pawing at your dress. 

"He really does," Bradley confirmed. "Making himself scarce right now."

"Don't you dare rip my wedding dress, Bradley." You guided his hands to the side of the dress, and Bradley pulled the zipper down gently as you carefully removed the pins holding his mom's vintage veil in place. Bradley kissed along the tops of your breasts as he eased the dress down your body, and when he found you weren't wearing a bra, your nipple was immediately in his mouth. "Oh, god," you moaned, feeling that addicting prickle of his mustache on your soft skin. He teased you, treating both of your breasts to the same pleasure of his lips and tongue.

You dropped the veil gently onto the stairs as Bradley knelt in front of you, sliding your dress down over your hips, letting it pool around your feet. Your dress was a little damp and sandy as were the bottoms of his pant legs. But you didn't care, and Bradley didn't seem to either. 

He wrapped his big hands around the backs of your thighs, and his gaze drifted up your body to meet your eyes after he read the front of your embroidered, satin underwear. "Mrs. Bradshaw. Is this pussy for me?" he growled, rubbing you through the fabric with his nose and pressing his lips to the Mrs. Bradshaw stitching. 

"Yes," you gasped, running your fingers through his hair as he held you against his face. "Just for you."

"I love you," he whispered, squeezing your butt before pulling the panties down a few inches. When his lips met your tattoo, your eyes drifted closed. He traced the line of the rooster with the tip of his tongue while you whined for him. 

When his left hand drifted up to your waist, you reached for him and kissed his palm and his wedding band. Somehow, knowing he was your husband was making both of you a little extra needy. "Roo," you whispered as he kissed your thighs and helped you out of your sandals. Then he was on his feet, peppering kisses all over your face while you unbuttoned his shirt.

"I can't believe we're married," he rasped, holding you close with his hands at your lower back. The soft light filtering in from the kitchen lit his brown eyes and his handsome face. "I've loved you for so long, Baby Girl. Since the beginning. I couldn't help it."

You closed your eyes and pressed your lips together as you worked the last button loose and unzipped his pants. "I want you to take me to bed." 

Bradley toed off his shoes and quickly pulled his pants over his erection, leaving them in the entryway and picking you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and whispered, "Stop in the bathroom." 

He carried you to the ensuite while you rubbed yourself against his abs, and when he set you down, you grabbed a towel. You quickly wiped your legs and feet followed by Bradley's, leaving a sandy mess on the floor. Then you kissed his lips and ran out of the bathroom. Bradley followed you back into the bedroom and watched you hop up onto the bed on your knees. 

"Mrs. Bradshaw," he groaned, and you giggled as he climbed in bed, guiding you onto your back and stretching out on top of you. "Baby Girl, you're making all my dreams come true."

"Am I?" you asked coyly, raking your fingers through his hair as he kissed your breasts. "What did I do?"

"Everything," he murmured. "You did everything." He kissed all over your belly, and when he got to your underwear he looked up at you. "These are so pretty, baby," he whined as you stroked your fingers through his hair. 

"I'm glad you like them," you whispered. "Since you paid for two thousand dollars worth of lingerie for your wife, Roo."

"Oh fuck. Worth every penny," he moaned, kissing and licking you through the satin until it was wet and you were ready to beg him for more. But he slipped his fingers inside the elastic and eased them down your thighs before he balled them in his fist and pressed them to his nose. 

"Bradley, please!" You used your feet to pull him closer, reaching for the front of his boxer briefs. "I need you. I need my husband."

You ran your fingers along his cock through his underwear, and then he pulled them off before wrapping his arms around your thighs and burying his face in your pussy. As he dragged his tongue across your clit, you eased yourself from your elbows down onto your back, and let yourself melt against him. 

"I love this pussy," he whispered, sucking kisses along your slit and burying his nose in your wetness. He spread you wider as you whined his name. "I love my wife. I fucking love you." You thrust up gently against his face as he told you how much.

"Come here, Bradley." You pulled him up by his hair until his lips were on yours. You always loved tasting yourself on his mustache, and right now you were so turned on by your husband. 

He pulled back and ran his knuckles along your cheek. "I'm gonna take the best care of you. All the time. You know that, right Baby Girl?"

"I know," you told him, gasping as he slid his fingers through your wet pussy and coated his cock. Then he was pushing himself inside you, and you were already clenching with need.

"Oh. You're perfect," he promised, letting you lick his messy fingers while he fucked you. "My perfect wife, and I will love you forever." He kissed your chin, your nose and your ears, and his raspy voice was your undoing as you cleaned him with your tongue.He was fucking you, filling you and stretching you until your back arched off the bed. You were soaking wet for him. "I love you, Roo." He fucked you deeper but kept the same pace, making you crazy. He was so good at giving you what you wanted, but he always had been. Like his body was made just for the purpose of making you feel good. Like his voice and his face were made specifically to turn you on. Like his patience and love were made just to be shared with you. Like his main goal was to make you happy. 

You clenched hard around him as he rubbed his thumb expertly across your clit, and he groaned into your mouth. He pulled his lips away from you, panting. "I wanna watch my wife cum. I wanna watch you cum on my cock, Baby Girl, please?"

"Roo," you groaned softly, lips parted and gasping as your pleasure grew. "Oh god!" you cried out, your hips meeting his with each thrust as you moaned and called out his name. His cheeks were flushed, and you reached up to trace the prominent veins along his neck as he continued to fuck you so good through your orgasm. He was close now, too, and you pulled his lips back to yours, whispering, "Fill me up, Bradley. Make me yours."

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Bradley wanted to make love to you all night. He could watch you cum a million times in a row and never tire of the way you looked or the broken little sounds you made. But this was something else. 

"Fill me up, Bradley. Make me yours."

You were his wife now; somehow more precious and yet still everything he already knew he loved. He laced his fingers with your left hand and kissed your rings, watching you smile and bite your lip beneath him. You were still fluttering around him when he kissed your lips and then filled you up, chanting your name with his face buried against your neck. 

Bradley fucked his cum into you until his hips slowed down. He collapsed mostly on top of you, his hand still joined with yours as you kissed his fingers. 

"Hey, Bradley?" you asked softly, kissing his neck and sweaty cheek before pressing your lips to his tattoo.

"Hmm, Baby Girl?"

You sighed contentedly. "This was my favorite day."

Bradley inhaled your scent and melted into your touch, still buried inside you. "I think the days are going to just keep getting better and better now."

You laughed softly. "I think you're right."

"Do you want to take a bath with me?" he asked and you nodded right away. "Stay here while I get everything ready."

Bradley was exhausted. It had been a long day, and tomorrow would be another tiring one. But one look at you splayed out on the bed with his cum dribbling out of your pretty pussy had his cock twitching. "Amazing," he murmured as he strode into the master bathroom and started filling the oversized bathtub. Then he pulled all of your scented candles out from under your sink and lit them, setting them around the room to make it glow. 

When Bradley made his way back into the bedroom, you popped up in the bed as he asked, "Want me to open the bottle of champagne in the fridge?"

You smiled as he scooped you up and carried you to the tub. "That's a great idea. I'm not done celebrating yet." He helped you climb in and then dashed to the kitchen and popped the bottle, which scared Tramp enough that he ran into the office. Bradley skipped the flutes and just took the bottle into the bathroom. 

He froze in the doorway as you turned to look at him over your shoulder. Truly, he had never been so mesmerized by any other woman in his life. Your skin was lit by candlelight, and the curve of your cheek drew him closer until he was touching you. "Get in here, Roo." You reached for his hand, and he climbed in so that he was facing you. You knelt between his thighs and pushed him back so you could lounge against his chest.

"Take the first sip," he whispered, and you pressed the bottle to your lips. "From now on, my wife gets the best of everything. I'm removing the word no from my vocabulary."

You snorted and handed him the bottle. "Will you buy me another exact replica of my 2001 model year car?"

"No," he said easily between two long sips of champagne, making you laugh. "Only because I think you already own the last one in existence." He wrapped his free arm around your waist and pulled you closer so that your hands were braced on his shoulders and your tits were smashed against his chest. He ran his fingers up your back until they were tangling with your necklace chain. "But literally anything else you want? It's yours."

You kissed him and whispered, "I just want you."

"Done."

Bradley set the bottle down next to the tub and wrapped both arms around you while you ran your wet fingers through his hair and kissed him. You tipped his head back and devoured his mouth while you rubbed your pussy against his abs and down to his pubes. He was undeniably hard again for you as you eased your ass down to wiggle against him. 

"You feel good," he told you between kisses. "You always do."

You dragged your lips along his scars and laughed, saying, "Something about our wedding night just makes everything a little better, huh?"

Bradley groaned. You were absolutely right. It was already nearing midnight, but he didn't want this day to end. "Hundred percent."

"Fuck," you whispered when Bradley reached one hand down below the water to tease you. "I guess it's called the honeymoon phase for a reason. I feel like I don't want to stop touching you." You dragged your fingers back through his hair.

"Then don't." He stroked your clit softly with his knuckles and leaned back to watch your facial expressions unfold. First your eyes went wide, then they were half lidded. Your lips parted on a soft gasp followed by a louder whimper. 

"Did you really jump into the water and save Jake?" you asked, your voice low and shaky. "Because I'm kind of pissed at you, but that's also really turning me on when I think about it."

"Yeah, I did, Sweetheart," he replied, watching your head tilt to the side as you bit your lip and moaned. "Made sure I came back to you and brought him with me." He circled his thumb around your clit and kissed your rings before adding, "Now stop talking about Jake while I touch your pussy."

You leaned close and whispered, "Okay, Daddy," before pressing your lips to his, and it was too much. You were too much. 

"Daddy loves you, Baby Girl," he promised, guiding you down until he was slipping inside you. Your eyes fluttered closed as he filled up your pussy. You rode him slowly, rubbing your clit against him each time you bottomed out while Bradley sucked on your tits. 

You moved your hips just the right way, slow and steady, until you were both panting. "I'm so close," you whispered, your lips catching on his with each word. You rode him, head tipped back, whining his name to the ceiling in the candle light, and Bradley was helpless to hold back. He came hard, fucking up into you as you squeezed him tight. 

"Fuck," he gasped, leaning back with his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath. When he opened his eyes, you still had his softening cock cradled inside you, and you were sipping the champagne from the bottle. "My god, you are every single fantasy I have ever had, come to life."

You giggled and wiped away some of the bubbles from your chin. "Sure," you said with a shrug.

"I mean it. You really are," he told you with a nod. "And you married me." He knew his grin was huge as you pressed the bottle to his lips.

"Hey, let's just live in the honeymoon phase forever," you told him with a ridiculous expression on your face. 

"You got it."

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You and Bradley were still talking and touching and kissing well into the night, as if prolonging falling asleep would mean the day wasn't over yet. The only problem with that was the fact that you were still naked and stumbling around the kitchen, trying to make coffee at ten o'clock the next morning, when the doorbell rang. 

"Bradley?" you called, but he was already walking out from the bedroom. At least he was mostly dressed in a pair of jeans and an undershirt.

"It's probably Mav here to pick up Tramp," he said, pausing to kiss you. He squeezed your butt and then smacked you softly. "Go hide in our room."

You ran down the hallway and started to pull on some underwear and leggings when you heard Maverick talking to your husband. "Husband," you whispered, giggling as you got dressed in one of Bradley's old shirts and adjusted your glasses. 

Maverick smiled when he saw you, and Bradley turned toward you with wide eyes, as if you'd just decided to come out here without getting dressed first. 

"Thanks for taking Tramp. And for marrying us. And for keeping our secret." You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he hugged you tight for a beat. 

"Amelia and Tramp are going to have a great time together," he promised. "Do you need anything else while you're gone?"

"No," Bradley replied, clipping the leash to Tramp's collar. "Thank you. Couldn't have done it without you."

Mav shook his head. "It was my pleasure. You have no idea how much that meant to me."

You waved from the door as he took Tramp out, and then Bradley was wrapping his arms around you and kissing you. "It's honeymoon time," he growled. "I'm packing your fancy wedding shoes. I need you to wear those for me again, Sweetheart."

"Any other requests?" you asked, spinning in his arms to face him.

He smirked. "You already packed your two thousand dollars worth of lingerie?"

"Yes, Bradley. It takes up an entire suitcase."

He bit back a moan as he said, "Then I'm all set."

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Let's follow Roo and BG and the suitcase full of lingerie to Hawaii. Thank you @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls for everything.

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New Chapter!

It's already the Boys' last day at Batuu. They are trying to catch a shuttle to the orbit soon, where Great 'A'Tuin waits. So they can celebrate Winterfest together with the Little Ones.

Poor Jack, Vlad and Ji Ho didn't get to see a lot from Batuu since they'd been 'indisposed' after they'd gotten arrested. So they split up for a second tour. Jack looked longingly at the Millennium Falcon: "Even though it had been traumatic down in the cell block, I don't want to leave..." Kiyoshi: "You can be so proud of yourself. How you handled being locked up. I was so worried I thought I'd faint too. I hope Sai will change his mind about disabling Tiny Can. He helped us a lot." Jack: "It's also thanks to you I survived it. Having you by my side again." Kiyoshi: "I hope one day you can fully accept me again - and I can make it up to you. For all the times I'd let you down and failed you." Jack sighed: "You didn't fail me - I can see that now. It's not your fault I'm a mess. Neither your responsibility. We might be fated mates, but I don't want to burden you. I'm a lot. I know that." And Kiyoshi knows he can't change Jack's mind and how he feels about them, they'd already discussed this. And he doesn't want to taint their last day here with heavy discusions, so he just said: "We will find our way, hm?" Jack: "We will."

Jeb and Sai passed by a little apartment complex and even though Jeb is not a Star Wars fan, he is amazed by the architecture here. And the vibes. He wishes he could live in one of those little apartments, together with Saiwa. But he also knows Saiwa needs his own place. Jeb still doesn't know how to continue their relationship and in which way they should go with their so different needs. Jeb wants Sai close but he can't woohoo him and Sai wants to woohoo him and needs his distance...

Seems Sai has the same thoughts as sad as he looks... Jeb: "We will find our way, hm?" Sai: "We will." Jeb is right. They just brought peace to Batuu by just sitting in jail, half of them not even conscious... They will manage this too. Soon they will be on board of Great A'Tuin again. And after they celebrated Winterfest, they will start their search for Tiny Can and the meteorites... and face whatever else awaits them out here. Lots of time to figure them out. Sai deeply inhaled Jeb's scent. He feels so save in his arms.

Ji Ho found another venue of the 'Escape from Batuu' book. The place where Val and Jino kissed before their escape.

Ji Ho: "Ehm..."

Courtesy of their dizzyness from the stun and shutdown, for once Vlad didn't overthink it and just went with the vibe - with a little kick from their Bond... And the guy in the background was lucky he got a glimpse of a Val and Jino moment :3

A few hours later, they all met at the Cantina. And while Vlad coaxed Jeb, Kiyoshi and Ji Ho to play Sabacc at a real Sabacc table, Sai and Jeb have a few questions for Hondo before they leave. Saiwa: "You told us the Book is fanfiction, but everything turned out as true..." Hondo: "What? That would be... Let me see." Jack showed him his copy again.

Hondo took a closer look this time. Hondo: "Huh, you're right! Jino and Master Ren, Val kidnapping Jino, you causing trouble in the whole galaxy... To be honest, I've never seen this book. Thought you were talking about the other books about you!" Jack: "The other books?" Hondo: "The lewd ones?" Saiwa lowered his voice: "There are lewd ones? About Val and Jino?" Hondo laughed: "Don't tell me you never heard of them? We really thought you'd written them yourselves! They're not just about Val and Jino. About Jino and Master Ren. Colin and Val... Any combination you can imagine. They are legendary! Everyone reads them!"

Jack is about to faint. A lewd book about Colin and Val? = Kiyoshi and Vlad! Had he and Kiyoshi not been together in that timeline? Saiwa's head is spinning - he doesn't even want to ask, but he needs to know. So with a thin voice he asked: "About me too?" Hondo: "Sure! We've all seen your laced panties!" Saiwa squealed: "There are even pictures?" Hondo: "That's the main reason we thought you wrote them yourself. Who else could have made those photos?" Ok, now Sai just wants to die from embarrassment, right here and now. And if Colin and Val were a ship in these books, in which ship was he? Whom did he show his laced panties? From the Sabacc table, Val shouted: "Hey, what are you talking about?" Jack and Sai: "NOTHING!"

As if on cue, the Little Goats and Kumo manifested. Until yesterday, they'd thought Batuu was boring and rather stayed at the ship with Skully, Malfoy and Axl, the axolotl. But they's secretly followed the Boys today. Watching Jino and Vlad kiss had been the highlight of the day - until now. It seems they found a little flea market stand.

Vendor: "How can I help you, guys?" Little Goat: 'Tell him we are looking for some very special books.'

Little Goat 'nudged' the Vendor's shin with his spiky horns and nodded his little head towards the book stacks... Vendor: "Oh - I see! Let me show you."

TMI: When I started the last chapter I was having a hard time deciding between 'Piglets is Space' and 'Goats in Space'. And now, that this space stuff expands, I'll divide it into two chapters - and i can have both! :3

'One, two, three, four

Are you hanging up a stocking on your wall? It's the time that every Santa has a ball Does he ride a red-nosed reindeer? Does it ton-up on his sleigh? Do the fairies keep him sober for a day?

So here it is, Merry Christmas Everybody's having fun Look to the future now It's only just begun'

Slade – Merry Xmas Everybody

From the Beginning 🔱 Underwater Love 🔱 Latest

'Piglets in Space Chapter': starts ▶️ here Last Chapter: 'Here comes the Sun' from the beginning ▶️ here

📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 23-29

[gerrystamour]

won't you come and dance in the dark with me?

Rated T | Steddie Week Day 3: First Kiss | 2900 Words | Complete

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With a determined set to his brow and a giddy smile, Eddie leaned forward and said, “I am going to kiss you, Harrington.” Steve’s jaw clenched, both with anticipation and the usage of his surname after all this time. “Call me Steve,” he said almost absentmindedly, his voice a bit strangled as he leaned closer to Eddie. A fully dimpled smile split Eddie’s face. “Stevie,” he sing-songed as he slowly leaned closer. My entry for @steddie-week Day 3, for the prompt first kiss! Yes, indeed, I was inspired to write this fic by this gifset I reblogged a few days ago.

It started at a party.

Well, actually it started in the literal manifestation of Hell as they trudged through the forest to Nancy’s house, but it properly started at a party.

It was the first party since the dust settled after defeating Vecna. Eddie was mostly recovered, and Max was out of the hospital and on the mend. It was finally time to celebrate everything, so Steve provided the venue. There was plenty of space, plus he had a pool, and the neighbours still hadn’t returned since the “earthquake.”

Everyone was there, even the rest of Eddie’s Hellfire Club, and it felt great. Having everyone they all held dear under one roof laughing, eating, drinking.

Steve was spending most of the party playing host, but finally around midnight he was snagged by a certain metalhead and dragged over to the pool chairs. Glancing around, Steve looked for Eddie’s friends, but he didn’t see any of them. They weren’t the only people outside, but everyone else was either sitting at the other side of the pool or around the side of the house having a smoke.

It was weird for Eddie to single Steve out these days. He had been avoiding Steve, or at least that was what it felt like. They had been close to inseparable after Vecna, especially with how much assistance Eddie needed while he was recovering. 

Then Eddie pulled away, put some distance between them and Steve tried to be okay with that.

It didn’t help that Steve had realized he was in love with Eddie, but he was committed to be okay with whatever Eddie gave him.

So yes, with Eddie pulling him aside now and leaning close as he giggled and retold a story about something that happened earlier that evening, all while still holding his wrist… Steve was struggling.

It was obvious that Eddie was drunk, his words slurring together a bit and his smile wide and bright. Steve was captivated, smiling dazedly under the eternal sunshine beaming from the boy in front of him. How could anyone have ever been afraid of Eddie, he wondered not for the first time.

“What?” Eddie asked, sitting up to take a drink of his beer before putting the bottle on the table.

Steve shook his head, breaking away from his thoughts. “Just missed you, man,” he confessed, cringing a bit as he realized what he said.

Eddie made a face. “I’ve been around. You saw me like, last week,” he said with a bit of pout, but he did glance away a bit.

“Yeah, I did, you’re right,” Steve conceded, keeping his tone light. “Last week.”

Because, yeah, they’d seen each other last week for about ten minutes while Steve picked Dustin up from Eddie’s trailer. He didn’t want to ruin Eddie’s good mood by pointing out they used to see each other daily.

“You’ve still got your little frown line,” Eddie said, scrunching up his face as he poked the space between Steve’s eyebrows. “How’d’you smile and frown at the same time?”

“I’m not frowning!” Steve laughed, rolling his eyes.

“You are!” Eddie insisted with a giggle of his own before he sat up straight. “What’re you thinking about?”

Steve sighed and shrugged. “I just wish we hung out more. You always blow off the plans I try to make with you, and you don’t invite me to stuff anymore,” he admitted, and he barely stopped himself from shrugging again. “I figured you just didn’t want to be my friend, or you couldn’t after everything, and I was working on being okay with that but then you do this…”

Steve trailed off, gesturing between them as Eddie considered him thoughtfully.

“When did I blow off plans with you?” Eddie asked, and Steve groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I really don’t want to do this, Eds, it’s fine,” Steve insisted, and the other man just giggled at that.

“Stevie, Stevie, Stevie, y’only say shit is fine when it def’nitly isn’t,” Eddie said very seriously, even if the words began to slur together even worse.

“Then it’s okay! Not fine, okay!” Steve said, trying to end this particular line of conversation.

Eddie frowned at Steve. “You’re saying you miss me but now you’re not talking to me,” he said with a pout and Steve’s mouth actually dropped open, shocked that Eddie would have the audacity to actually turn this on him.

“Yeah, I don’t want to be a huge downer over nothing when you’re probably drunk enough that you won’t even remember half of this conversation tomorrow,” Steve said after taking a deep breath so he didn’t snap and say something bitchy and mean.

“‘M not that drunk. And it’s not nothing if you’re upset about it, Steve,” Eddie replied.

“You blew me off constantly when I’d invite you over to watch movies, but I got the hint loud and clear eventually,” Steve said in a rush, rolling his eyes as he added, “Especially after finding out you invited Jonathan and Argyle over to watch a movie the same night you blew me off two weeks ago.”

He hated how bitter he sounded tacking on that last part, but still… It kind of hurt to come in second to Jonathan Byers again, even if it wasn’t in the same way like it had been with Nancy.

“That was—I was hanging out with the boys, and Argyle was bringing some—” Eddie started to explain but stopped when Steve shook his head.

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Eds. This is exactly why I didn’t want to get into this. I don’t want you feeling bad because you don’t want to spend your time with me,” Steve insisted, scrubbing his hand over his face. Eddie was still holding onto his other wrist, and selfishly he didn’t try to pull away, soaking up the contact for a bit longer.

“But I do wanna spend time with you,” Eddie said and Steve couldn’t help his incredulous snort.

“Funny way of showing it, Eds,” he tried to tease, but it came out sounding bitter and almost mean.

“I wanna kiss you,” Eddie declared, pointblank and without preamble, and Steve felt his heart all the way up in his throat as he blinked at him for several long moments.

“What?” Steve finally asked, feeling a helpless, hopeful smile pulling at his lips.

Eddie glanced at Steve’s lips before he sat up straight and rolled his shoulders back. With a determined set to his brow and a giddy smile, Eddie leaned forward and said, “I am going to kiss you, Harrington.”

Steve’s jaw clenched, both with anticipation and the usage of his surname after all this time. “Call me Steve,” he said almost absentmindedly, his voice a bit strangled as he leaned closer to Eddie.

A fully dimpled smile split Eddie’s face. “Stevie,” he sing-songed as he slowly leaned closer.

There was that moment where Steve knew he had to stop this because Eddie was a lot more drunk than he was letting on, and Steve was too sober to ignore that.

But just as Eddie moved to finish closing the distance, his eyes rolled back and he passed out, folding right over at the hips and landing with his face in Steve’s lap.

Puckering his lips at the empty space in front of him, Steve sighed a laugh and looked down at Eddie with a fond smile. 

He’d definitely be picking this up with him in the morning.

“Oh, gross, what are you two doing out here? There’re still kids running around.”

Steve jumped and looked over at Eddie’s friends standing there with wide eyes. “Nothing! We’re—he just passed out, we’re not doing anything,” he said quickly, lifting his hands. It didn’t help that the implication had something below the belt twitching with interest. “Seriously, we were just talking and then he passed out.”

The three boys considered him carefully before the one in the middle, Gareth, smirked.

“Is he finally done being an idiot?” he asked, and when Steve started to try to cover up what they had sort of been talking about, Gareth shook his head. “Listen, Steve, let’s cut the crap. We saw how your conversation was about to go, we know you like him, we know he likes you, whatever, it’s cool. So, tell us, is he done being an idiot?”

Steve sucked in a slow breath before smirking. “I mean, will he ever actually stop being a bit of an idiot?” he asked with a one-shouldered shrug and the boys burst into laughter.

❖

Steve managed to rouse Eddie enough to get him to at least stand up but getting him to walk had been a nightmare. Then Eddie whined to be carried and when Steve said he was too heavy to carry, Eddie said Steve had carried him before which was fair. Then Steve pointed out that Eddie had also been missing more than half his blood at the time so…

Eddie was not swayed so Steve just rolled his eyes and bent a bit so Eddie could climb onto his back. It was actually a lot easier to carry Eddie when he was at least somewhat helping, but Steve still bitched the entire way up to his room.

Depositing Eddie onto the bed, he started taking his shoes off and then defaulted into helping Eddie with the fly of his jeans, like he did for months while Eddie worked on getting his fine motor skills back. When Steve glanced up at Eddie, he couldn’t help the snort that burst out of him.

Eddie was looking at Steve crouching between his legs without lifting his head, still grinning giddily. The angle was unbelievably unflattering, yet so endearing that Steve just grinned back.

“Tryin’a get int’my pants, Stevie?” Eddie asked, waggling his brow suggestively and Steve laughed.

“Eds, I’ve been trying for months,” he admitted with an eye-roll. Steve just continued to work Eddie’s tight jeans down his thighs and gestured. “But, looks like I’m succeeding, so no. I’m not trying right now.”

Eddie giggled madly, barely helping as Steve sat him up to take his leather jacket off. Then Eddie began to lift his shirt over his head and Steve grabbed his hands.

“Whoa, hold your horses, we’re not actually doing any of that while you’re drunk,” Steve said firmly, and Eddie pouted again.

“’M barely even tipsy,” Eddie insisted, and Steve snorted.

“You literally passed out in my lap and needed me to carry you up here,” Steve said flatly, and Eddie blew a disturbingly wet raspberry at him.

“Whatever, Stevie,” Eddie grumbled, but then went back to trying to take his shirt off. When Steve went to stop him again, Eddie dodged his hands which had him tipping over dizzily with a giggle. “Dude’m not tryin’a fuck. Can’t sleep wearin’a shirt. Hurts.”

Steve lifted a skeptical eyebrow but decided to go with it and helped Eddie remove his shirt. Once he was shirtless, Eddie flopped back onto the bed while stretching luxuriously, and Steve quickly looked away. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to look, it would just be really inappropriate to ogle him.

“C’mon, Stevie, you can look,” Eddie cooed, and Steve rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

“No, I can’t, because I have to go back to that party and if I look at you, I won’t want to,” Steve said, being honest about his attraction to Eddie coming so easily to him now that he knew it was reciprocated. He’d suspected before, but when Eddie pulled away, he’d convinced himself that he had imagined Eddie’s interest.

“You don’t have to go back down there. People’ll go home on their own,” Eddie insisted, and Steve shook his head.

“Eds—”

“I don’t wanna be alone,” Eddie said and something in his voice caught Steve’s attention.

Eddie wasn’t looking at him anymore, and he wasn’t stretched out. Eddie was curled up on his side, chewing one of his thumbnails and blushing. He looked unsure, self-conscious even and Steve didn’t like that at all.

“Hey, Eds, it’s okay I’ll stay up here with you,” Steve said softly, sitting down on the edge of the bed and resting his hand on Eddie’s arm comfortingly. “You think you can handle brushing your teeth before bed?”

Eddie turned a bright smile on Steve and nodded happily.

Steve was happy he had kept the extra toothbrush for Eddie in the bathroom. When he was recovering and the nightmares were nightly occurrences, Eddie had spent the night at Steve’s place a lot, so Steve set him up with his own set of toiletries in his bathroom. That way, Eddie didn’t have to remember to cart his own stuff back and forth, Steve had reasoned. 

It had been weeks since the last time Eddie stayed the night, but it was all still there just waiting for Eddie to return.

When they first entered the bathroom, Eddie’s eyes immediately landed on his toothbrush still set in the cup next to the sink with Steve’s, and then the shampoo and conditioner that was his preference still on the edge of the tub. Pulling a face, Eddie looked at Steve.

“I’m fucking stupid, aren’t I?” he asked, and Steve’s eyes widened.

“No, Eds, not at all?” Steve said firmly, squeezing Eddie’s hand.

At that, Eddie just shook his head with a light smile and got to work brushing his teeth, Steve following suit.

By the time they were back in Steve’s room, Eddie seemed a bit more sober. His words were a lot less slurred, and his eyes seemed more lucid. Steve tucked him into the bed and then started to get undressed himself, opting to go to bed in just his boxers as well.

When he turned around, Steve abruptly stopped when he came face to face with Eddie. He’d crawled to the end of the bed while Steve had gotten undressed, and he immediately reached out to grab Steve’s hand.

“I’m sorry, Stevie,” he said sheepishly, holding a hand up to stop Steve’s arguments. “I shouldn’t’ve avoided you.”

Steve wanted to blow the apology off, but he could tell this was important for Eddie, so he just said, “Apology accepted.”

Eddie smiled at that, his dimples at full force, and he reached up to cup Steve’s face with both hands. “I’m not super drunk anymore,” he added cheekily, and Steve snorted.

“We’re not having sex tonight—”

“Not asking for that right now,” Eddie chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m going to kiss you, Stevie.”

The conviction in Eddie’s voice, the firmness of his cool hands on Steve’s face, was enough to root Steve where he stood. Swallowing thickly, Steve nodded quickly and stepped closer to the bed.

“You sure don’t want to wait until tomorrow when you’re for sure sober?” he asked a bit nervously and Eddie laughed.

“I’m sure. My teeth are brushed, my breath is fresh. Right now is fucking perfect for my first kiss with Steve Harrington,” Eddie groaned, leaning closer and tilting his mouth upward.

“You imagined how this would play out a lot?” Steve asked teasingly, not quite angling his mouth for Eddie to kiss just yet.

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, asshole,” Eddie growled through a laugh, and then their lips finally met.

It was perfect, starting sweet and chaste, just the gentle press and slide of lips. Then Eddie made a soft sound in the back of his throat that had Steve groaning, burying a hand in Eddie’s hair to pull him in deeper while his other arm wrapped around his waist. Eddie clung to him, giggling against Steve’s lips as he opened his mouth for a searching tongue.

Steve knew they were getting in too deep, they were moving too quickly and had to slow it back down before they did something they both might regret in the morning.

Thank God for Robin Buckley.

“Hey, Dingus, why’re you—oh my God?”

The bedroom door had slammed open and Steve broke away from the kiss to see Robin whipping around so she was facing the hallway instead. Eddie was giggling and would have fallen back on the bed if Steve wasn’t holding him up.

“What’s up, Robs?” Steve asked and Robin started laughing nervously.

“I was just looking for you, and Gareth said you went upstairs and now that I think about the look on his face I’m realizing he was pranking me. I’m gonna kill him, I swear I wouldn’t’ve come in here if I knew, I mean it,” Robin babbled before turning around slowly. She took in the fact that they were wearing their boxers and let out a sigh of relief. “You’re staying up here for the rest of the night?”

“Yeah, Eddie’s kinda wasted—” Steve started and Eddie interrupted with a fit of giggles.

“I am not!” Eddie managed to say and he looked at Robin. “I’m not wasted. I’m tipsy, and Stevie is gonna cuddle with me now. Only cuddles, though, ‘cos he’s all noble and shit. Barely got him to kiss me.”

Steve rolled his eyes affectionately before returning his attention to Robin. “You need anything, Robs?”

“Nope! Not a thing! I’ll make sure everything’s locked up for you, okay?” Robin replied, grinning as she backed out of the room, slowly closing the door behind herself. “Goodnight boys!”

As the door clicked shut, they looked back at each other, matching grins on their faces.

“One more kiss?” Eddie asked softly, and Steve couldn’t deny him anything.

“Yeah, one more,” Steve sighed and their lips met once again.

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[metallicaislife]

Brothers Best Friend

Requested by: @frogfrog557

Genre: Fluff if you squint suggestive themes

Word Count: 1,110

Warnings: none

Brothers Best Friend pt 2

I woke up, James was holding me close. I smiled as the memories of last night came to me. I twisted in his embrace so that I was facing him. He was still asleep as I began tracing his face. His blue eyes fluttered open. He smiled sleepily at me. 

“G’mornin’ sweetheart.” He said, his voice raspy. 

“Morning.” I smiled and leaned in, kissing him softly. He rolled us over so that he was towering over me. He trailed kisses down my neck. 

We were startled by my apartment door opening. 

“ARE YOU AWAKE?” My brother Kirk shouted. 

“Shit.” James muttered. He got off of me, and I sprung out of bed. 

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute. I’m indecent!” I called back. James grabbed his clothes and hastily threw them on. I grabbed his shoes and shoved them to him as he crawled out my fire escape. 

“I’m so sorry.” I whispered. 

“It’s okay, baby.” He whispered back with a small smile. He kissed me one more time before climbing down. I shut my window and threw on some clothes. 

“What are you doing here so early?” I asked coming out of my room, shutting the door behind me. Kirk was on my couch eating something he found in my cupboards. 

“We haven’t spent much time together lately, I missed you.” He smiled at me. I smiled back and plopped down next to him. 

“Any specific plans for the day?” I asked. 

“Nah, we have a gig tonight. You’re helping us with the equipment right?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” I replied. 

Kirk and I watched some movies before he left for band practice. I sighed and got ready. I would go over to the Metallimansion before the gig and help them with their equipment as promised. 

Being Kirk’s younger sister, I am the unpaid roadie. Oh and, I’m the lead singer’s girlfriend, but nobody knows that because Kirk would lose his shit. I know he means well, but I am a grown woman and can date who I please. I’ve learned to pick and choose my battles over the years. And currently, this is a battle I don’t want to have. We’ll tell him eventually. James and I are just enjoying the serenity of the two of us right now. Though, it would be nice to just hold his hand and kiss him whenever I wanted. 

When I arrived at the house, I entered without knocking. I found James alone in the kitchen. 

“Hey.” He smiled at me. 

“Hey, yourself.” I replied. He looked around and quickly placed a peck on my lips. I smiled at him then headed to the garage. 

“Our favorite roadie!” Lars grinned.

“Hey, Lars.” I waved and helped Kirk gather his equipment. 

“One day we’ll pay you.” Cliff quipped. 

“I believe that you believe that.” I teased. 

“No flirting.” Kirk said in a monotone voice. I looked over at him. 

“We aren’t flirting.” I said. 

“We know the rules, Hammett. Wouldn’t dream of flirting with your sweet little adult sister.” Cliff said, rolling his eyes. James' eyes met mine and then quickly darted away. 

We finished packing everything up and made it to the venue. I then helped them unpack and get set up. 

Their show was good, they are always phenomenal. I was a Metallica fan even before Kirk joined. After the show, James found me and motioned for me to meet him in the bathroom. I looked around making sure Kirk hadn’t seen the little interaction. When I entered the bathroom, James was leaning against the sink with his arms folded. He looked up as I shut the door behind me. He smiled at me. 

“Come ‘ere baby.” He said, I closed the distance between us. We wrapped our arms around each other as we kissed. 

“You did so well, tonight. You were so hot.” I mumbled against his lips. He smirked and kissed me harder as he turned us so he was pinning me against the sink. 

Things were starting to get heated when the bathroom door opened. 

“Oops.” 

James and I froze. I peeked around James and Cliff’s eyes widened. He let out a bark of laughter and slammed the door shut. 

“Goddamn it.” James cursed. 

Mood was definitely killed. We staggered leaving the bathroom. Cliff stopped me before I could spot the rest. 

“How long have you and Hetfield been sneaking around your brother’s back?” He asked. 

“It’s been a couple months.” I replied. 

“Wow, you guys are sneakier than I would’ve ever given you credit for.” He said, sounding genuinely surprised, “I truly had no idea.” 

“Thanks?” I responded, “Please don’t tell Kirk.” I pleaded. 

“I won’t, but you have to, soon. I know you feel smothered by him sometimes, but you have to set your boundaries and stick up for yourself, otherwise he’ll never respect ‘em.” Cliff patted my shoulder and made his way through the crowd. 

I eventually found the other’s. James had a good poker face, but I could see the slight panic bubbling beneath the surface. I don’t want him feeling like that, and I don’t want to hide us anymore. I may regret this, but Cliff’s words resonated with me. 

“Hey, Kirk,” I started, he paused his conversation with Lars and looked over to me, “James and I are a couple. And we have been for months. You’re probably mad, and understandably so, you’re allowed to have those feelings. But please don’t take it out on James, it was my idea to hide it from you.” I said, James choked on his beer. 

“Are you kidding me?” Kirk asked. 

“No, I love you, and I appreciate that you care about me. But I’m an adult now, and I’m allowed to make decisions and fall in love with who I want.” I replied standing my ground. Kirk’s nostrils flared as he digested what I had to say. 

“I love her.” James piped up, “I won’t hurt her, she means too much to me.” James wrapped his arm around my shoulder. I looked up at him, he smiled down at me. 

“All right.” Kirk said. I turned my head back to him, my face twisted in confusion. “I’ll allow it. Or shit, no not allow, you’re free to do what you want. Just please don’t be like all over each other in front of me, please.” He said, then took a sip of his beer. I was amazed at his reaction.

“That is fair.” I replied. 

We went about the rest of the night having a good time, all the while I got to hold James’ hand in front of our friends. 

Thanks for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

[mariaofdoranelle]

The Courtship Deception - Part 4: Wanderlust

Fic masterlist

Written for @throneofglassmicrofics

I faded the smut to black, sorry! I’m just a gemini who talks too much, I’m doing miracles with this word count already LOL

Warnings: closed-door sexytimes

Words: 863

“You really are a prince, aren’t you?” Aelin whispered to Rowan while ushering him out of the party.

“Technically, yes, but not really.”

“How does that work?”

“It works really well after some family drama with a tabloid-obsessed aunt.”

Dodging her father’s acquaintances was easier than avoiding his men’s questioning looks. Well, that’s what happens when her father told a bunch of big guys that they’re entitled to every detail of her life: they believed it. But they wouldn’t cause a scene if she didn’t either, and that’s how she was able to move through the crowd effortlessly with a man that wasn’t one of her suitors.

“Where’re you going?” Lorcan hissed, one of her Rhoe’s most trusted and least subtle men.

“Out!” Aelin barked while dragging Rowan out the main doors. But the man’s eyes weren’t on her, and something dawned on her. He was the one who came with Fenrys from Doranelle, wasn’t he? Was he friends with Rowan too, or just acquaintances?

Out of the main venue, Aelin found a storage closet of sorts and shoved Rowan in it, locking herself inside with him.

He sighed, taking in the tiny room. “I didn’t know you liked it tawdry.”

She crossed her arms. “You were talking about family drama and tabloids.”

“When we texted last night, I thought you’d want my mouth for entirely different reasons.”

“Well, I—“

Aelin was silenced by his hand holding onto the back of her neck, tilting her head toward his.

He raised a brow in question. *What do you want?* he seemed to ask.

Well, fuck. This was such a cheap trick, but she could Google her answers later to figure it out. Neck-grabbing with those rough hands? Not so easy to do on her own.

Aelin closed the distance between them, and their hands found each other’s bodies like magnets. Rowan’s kisses were rough and hungry; when he backed her against a shelving unit and sneaked a hand up her thigh, Aelin grasped how thoroughly ravished she was about to be.

She lost sight of her initial goal completely.

˜˜

Rowan had one hand on her waist and another using the shelf to hold himself upright. They were both panting, breaths mingling in that near claustrophobic closet.

He grabbed a few napkins behind her to dispose of the condom, and that was her cut to fix her hair and smooth down her dress.

“Can you—“ Aelin was brutally interrupted by a kiss. “I’ll be right back.”

She peeked out the door. The only person close by was Lorcan, looking grumpier than ever.

“Psst!” she called him. “Yes, c’mere.”

“You missed dinner.”

“Your friend didn’t.” Aelin smirked with the memory. Him kneeling before her, face between her thighs, was definitely something. “What time is it?”

Aelin had no way of knowing—she didn’t have her phone with her, and Rowan would do anything to avoid their conversation.

“Late.”

“But is it too late?”

The man gave her a hard look, and it was all she needed to know—no, it wasn’t too late, but she should get back to the party before her dad notices it and incites chaos. Still, she got back to the storage closet and locked the door again.

“Round two so soon?”

Aelin crossed her arms. “Family drama and tabloids. Spill.”

“You’re not unlocking that door until I tell you, I take it?”

“Absolutely not.”

Rowan sighed, but conceded. Then, he went on about how much he disagreed with Queen Maeve’s contrarian policies, and the rupture it created between him and his family. About how he left Doranelle without looking back, and only remained as a prince in name, since the royal family wouldn’t rescind his title for the media havoc it’d cause—even if he wasn’t so much in the public eye.

Prompted by Aelin, he told her about how he found a remote job with his engineering degree and traveled the world with no royal privileges and no money—for a prince’s standards, at least—, met people who weren’t royals or billionaires. How he lived his life with no constraints.

She liked it. She wanted it. To live freely, to travel without a team of bodyguards who reported everything to her father, to be able to drive on her own.

Just like that, Aelin saw a new plan unfold right before her eyes.

Moving from her father’s highly-guarded mansion to Dorian’s or Chaol’s castle with a different set of guards was just trading one pair of shackles for another.

But Rowan… she could live like him. She could live with him—anywhere and everywhere, like he’s been living so far. Rhoe could be so blinded by her having a royal title he’d forget that her groom was penniless. Rowan didn’t sound like the type to hold her down, he sounded like the type who would let her live her own life, or even give her a divorce if she truly desired it, no politics involved.

She’d keep her money and her relationship with her father, but also have freedom. It was perfect. It was her best plan so far.

“Rowan…” she trailed, uncertain of his reaction to her next words. “Will you marry me?”

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— PICK ME | FRANKIE'S ENDING

happy belated birthday @pedrito-friskito 💜💜💜💜 this gift is from both me and @inklore we love you so so much and I hope you had the best birthday ever! thank you for always being such a wonderful friend 💗

pairing: frankie morales x f!reader

genre: fluff, mild angst, second chance romance, smut

summary: you decide to head to frankie's. there's still too many emotions lingering between you and it would be a shame not to give it another chance.

warnings: oral (female receiving), a hint of hurt/comfort

word count: 2k

click to head back to the start

You decide to go with Frankie. 

You can’t deny the chemistry you have with Santi, and your curiosity might forever gnaw at your brain, but you and Frankie have something special. You just have to see it through before jumping into something else, something new. 

Since Frankie’s car broke down prior to the wedding, the two of you take a cab instead. 

“Where to?” the cab driver asks and Frankie blanks for a moment, eyes darting to you. 

“I. . . actually haven’t thought about where we should go,” he looks sheepish, scratching the back of his head. He’s not wearing his signature ballcap, his hands feeling lost as the nerves start to get the better of him. “Would it be okay if we head to my place? I got wine?” 

“Wine sounds good,” you answer with a smile. He lets out a sigh of relief and gives the driver the address, without wait the car drives off from the venue. The first seconds are spent in complete silence, his fingers drumming against his knees while he stares out the window, the lights of the city bouncing off his handsome countenance. You find it endearing. Reaching out, you press your hand against the curve of his knee, fingers squeezing gently. He jumps before turning to you. “Relax,” you say. “It’s okay. You’re not alone in this. I. . . I’ve been thinking about you too.” 

“Really?” his genuine surprise breaks your heart. Dark eyes search yours before exhaling a loud breath and collapsing to the seat. “Good, I was worried there for a second.” 

“Worried?” you ask. “Why?” 

“Well,” he clears his throat. “‘Cause of Pope.” 

Oh, so he noticed. 

You squeeze his knee again before letting go and settling further into your own seat. “You have nothing to worry about. It’s in the past, whatever it was.” 

“You never mentioned it when we were together.” 

You’re not sure if he’s accusing you of something but you feel defensive anyway, “I didn’t think it was relevant. And nothing happened.” 

You cross your arms and look out the window, familiar silhouette of buildings passes by, bright lights flickering back at you as the shadows grow longer. You feel his hand on your cheek, his thumb drawing gentle lines over your skin as he urges you to look back. 

“I didn’t mean it like that, baby, I know nothing happened,” he smiles when you meet his gaze. “I just didn’t know how you felt is all. You could’ve told me, I would have understood.” 

“I didn’t think there was anything to tell,” you murmur. “It happened a long time ago, he backed away and I just thought I read the signals wrong. I guess with the wedding he realized he had some regrets.” 

“Well, for what it’s worth, I could never back away from you,” his voice falls into a whisper, his fingers sliding to your chin, he tugs you closer. “I’m not that strong, querida. Even tonight I couldn’t pull away from you, even if I know that us staying apart is probably for the best.” 

Frankie's words hang in the air. You’re caught off guard, stuck between wanting to console him and wanting to talk about the issues you had while together. The cab's interior seems to shrink around you, your heart shattering as he drops his gaze away from you.

Despite the loss of his gaze, his thumb continues to trace gentle patterns on your chin. His touch comforting. Keeping you grounded. 

With a deep breath, you cradle his face with both hands, forcing his gaze back— you close the distance between you, your lips softly meeting his in a kiss that is better from the movies. Time seems to stand still as your lips linger against his, conveying more than words ever could.

When you pull away, a mixture of emotions plays across Frankie's features—surprise, relief, and a lingering trace of uncertainty. His hand drops from your chin to rest on your thigh, his fingers gently squeezing.

"Wow," he breathes, a small smile tugging at his lips. "I wasn't expecting that."

You chuckle softly, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. "Thank you for always choosing me without hesitation, Frankie. I. . . I appreciate it, no matter how this ends."

“Of course, mi amor, always.” 

As the cab approaches Frankie's apartment, he leans in to press a quick, affectionate kiss to your cheek. "I hope you're not regretting this," he says softly, his eyes searching yours once more.

You shake your head, a smile tugging at your lips. "I never could regret you, Frankie."

He nods, seemingly content with your response. The cab comes to a stop in front of his building, and you both step out onto the sidewalk.

You step out of the cab and onto the sidewalk in front of Frankie's apartment building, you're suddenly aware of the cab driver who has been witness to this entire exchange. The reality of the situation makes your cheeks heat up and a nervous laughter bubbles from your lips.

"Uh, sorry about that," you mumble to the cab driver, avoiding eye contact as you scratch the back of your head.  

The cab driver chuckles knowingly. "No worries. Just another day in the city, right?"

Before you can respond, you feel Frankie's arm wrap around your waist, pulling you close protectively. His presence is reassuring, and you glance up at him with a shy smile.

"Yeah, just another day," Frankie chimes in, his voice light as he gives you a gentle squeeze. "Thanks for the ride."

The cab driver nods with a grin. "Anytime. Have a great evening, you two."

While the cab pulls away, you and Frankie share a sheepish smile.

"I guess we really made that driver's day," you say, shaking your head in amusement.

Frankie chuckles, his grip on your waist relaxing but still there. With Frankie's arm around you, you make your way into the building and head up to his apartment.

Frankie heads over to the kitchen, rummaging through his cabinets to find the promised bottle of wine. You take a moment to look around his place, feeling a sense of familiarity mixed with anticipation.

"Found it," Frankie announces, holding up a bottle of red wine triumphantly.

You join him in the kitchen, watching as he deftly uncorks the bottle and pours the wine into glasses. The atmosphere is relaxed now, a sense of ease settling between you two which you’re grateful for. You take a sip, watching him from over the rim as he does the same. 

“I’ve missed this,” you say silently. “And I’ve missed you.” 

Frankie takes another sip with a smile, holding the wine in his mouth, he comes closer and tilts your head up. His eyes search yours momentarily, and knowing the nudge that he needs, you part your lips, “Kiss me.” 

And he does. 

You part your lips for him, swallowing the wine that pours from his lips, it’s bittersweet as it goes down your throat, some of it spilling from the corners of your lips. You fumble a bit as you put the wine glass down, your hands coming up to fist his shirt as he deepens the kiss with a tilt of his head, licking further into your mouth as if trying to catch the remaining red jewels on your tongue. 

You let out an involuntary moan as Frankie deepens the kiss and his hands slide up your legs, pushing your dress up further around your waist. One hand snakes its way around your waist while the other reaches up to caress your face, thumb resting right at the corner of your lips as he softly bites your tongue. His tongue parts your mouth to explore further. 

You take in a shuddering breath, Frankie's lips still on yours as your hands coil around his neck tugging him closer to you, your breath coming in short gasps as the intensity of the kiss takes over both of you. His hands move from your face down to your neck, exploring every inch of you, making your body shudder with pleasure.

Frankie slides his hand down your neck and down your torso, leaving a trail of fire in his path. He pulls away from the kiss, pushing your dress up further as he reaches down and slides your underwear down before leaving it in a pile on the kitchen floor. He stands between your legs as he leans down and recaptures your lips with his. 

His kisses are hungry, as though he has been waiting patiently for this moment for weeks, ravenous in his eagerness to taste you. His tongue tangles with yours, exploring the depths of your mouth as though it was his first time. You feel yourself shudder over and over as he gives your lower lip a gentle suck and nibble, sending warmth down your spine. 

“God, I can’t get enough of you, querida,” he whispers into your mouth. You yelp when he roughly tugs down the neckline of your dress, exposing your breasts to him, both tingling and aching to feel his mouth. “Look at that, so hard for me,” he groans as the pads of his thumbs feel the pebbled flesh 

He works his way down, planting kisses along your neck and shoulder before paying special attention to your nipples, gently flicking them with his tongue and sucking on them making you gasp out in pleasure. His hands come up to cup your face as he slides his tongue down your stomach, licking and tasting you until he reaches your core, his mouth parting and devouring every inch of you.

Frankie's tongue slides between your folds, exploring every inch of you, and you arch your back into him, a loud moan easily slipping from your lips. His tongue delves deeper, licking along the edges of your entrance before curling around your clit. Your eyes roll back and your jaw falls open, your chest heaving at the pressure of his mouth.

He stops for a moment, teasing you further before pushing into you with his tongue, his wetness making you gasp in pleasure. “Are you feeling good, baby?” he murmurs with a humorous lilt. “Sounds like you are.” You grab his shoulders and grip them tightly as Frankie circles your clit with his tongue, gently tugging on it in a constant rhythm, his deep chuckle reverberates in your cunt, making you moan out loud.  

Frankie adds his fingers, pushing two inside you, gently spreading you open wider as he licks and sucks your clit. His touch is gentle, but insistent, and he sends wave after wave of pleasure coursing through your body. 

“F-Frankie—I’m gonna–” you can’t even finish your sentence before another moan breaks from you. He briefly looks up to you, smiling. 

“Come on then, sweetheart, don’t keep me waiting,” his breath fans your soaked core and you tremble. “I want every single drop.” 

You cry out, your hips pushing against his hand as he increases the pressure and tempo, his tongue and his fingers working in tandem to take you to the brink of orgasm. You moan his name, desperate for relief, and he doesn't disappoint as he sucks on your clit, sending you over the edge and into a blissful state of ecstasy. Your entire body clenches, flooding his mouth simultaneously as your muscles go lax. He laps at your cunt, tasting every drop. 

“That’s it, that’s my good fucking girl, making a mess for me—” he groans, giving your clit one final suck before coming back up to your eye line with a lazy smile. 

Once the waves of pleasure have finally subsided, you collapse against him, completely spent. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close, and it's in this moment that you realize it’s always going to be Frankie by your side. You can’t imagine feeling this safe and comfortable with anyone else. 

Frankie's breath tickles your ear, “How about we head to bed and I can really show you how much I’ve missed you.” 

“Hmm,” you smile, pulling away from the warmth of his chest. “Not if I show you how much I’ve missed you first.” 

[youunravelme]

Hello! Congratulations!!! I love your writing so much!

Maybe laughing into the kiss with beauvillier?? I kinda imagine maybe dancing to a song you both like (idk what song) and being awful dancers and laughing and being in love and stuff.

Again, congratulations!!!

this is such a cute PROMPT! thank you for requesting it (and your kind words)! now when you read this, play your favorite love song, because i sure did when i wrote this lil piece.

you couldn't believe you were here. couldn't believe the two of you had survived as much as you did. the long distance, the trade, even more distance, arguments, all of it could've ended the relationship.

"what're you thinking about?" anthony asked. he was so close, you almost went cross eyed trying to look at him. his hand was in yours, his other arm around your waist while yours was around his neck.

"how we made it this far," you said. "white dress, a tux, a million eyes on us."

"don't worry about them," he said before he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "it's just me and you right now."

"i mean i know that, but we've gone through so much, if it was any other relationship, i don't think we would've made it."

anthony shook his head but smiled. "please. like i was gonna let you get away from me. not a chance in hell." the two of you swayed from side to side. "i can't remember if i told you this already, but you look beautiful."

"you tell me that every day, beauvillier."

"but not as my wife, mrs. beauvillier."

you laughed at the reality of your situation. you were married to the love of your life, dancing in a beautiful venue in front of all your closest friends and family.

"thinking about mat tripping down the aisle?" anthony asked.

and if you weren't already laughing, you were now. "oh my god, that was fucking hilarious."

neither of you had seen it happen, but turned around as you were walking down the aisle after finally getting married to see the tail end of mat nearly face planting after getting caught in a bridesmaid's dress.

anthony kissed you, though with all the smiling the two of you were doing, it was more teeth than anything. but for reasons that were pretty obvious, neither of you minded very much.

"i can't believe you're finally mine," he said quiet enough no one could hear but you.

"i've always been yours, baby. we just have the same last name now."

anthony twirled you around, but never let you get too far away before he was bringing you back. it was clumsy at best. somehow, the both of you stepped on the other's toes. but you were laughing and smiling anyway.

you couldn't believe you were here.

but you couldn't imagine being here with anyone else.

[itsukismoon]

I Vow to You, the Shape of My Love - Moon route chapter 3 (Cyrus)

>> choices recap

The wedding hall we entered was decorated with pure white flowers and ribbons, just like a real wedding venue.

Perhaps due to the lateness of the night, but there was no one else except for us.

Emma: I wonder if they put up all these decorations on purpose…?

Cyrus: Well, there’s not a lot of entertainment in Alstria.

Cyrus: So maybe they just wanted to celebrate the happy occasion.

Emma: It’s a wonderful thing that the people ruling the country are so loved.

Cyrus: Yes. And that is also the result of the royal family putting the people first.

Cyrus: Now then… let’s make a vow.

Cyrus-san led me by the hand as we walked across the carpet.

Emma: (It feels like a real wedding, I’m starting to feel a little nervous…)

When we reached the pulpit and I stood to face him, I didn’t know what to do.

Emma: Sorry, Cyrus-san.

Emma: I invited you on a whim, but I have no idea what to promise.

Cyrus: Ahah, is that so. I feel the same.

Emma: Thankfully we didn’t come at a crowded time.

Instead of scolding me, Cyrus-san just laughed, and I felt my nervousness dissipate just like that.

Emma: No one’s waiting, so let’s take our time to think about it slowly.

Cyrus: Let’s see… how about we look back on what’s happened so far?

Cyrus: That way, maybe, something you want to swear will come to your mind.

Emma: That’s a good idea, let’s try it.

Emma: —When we first met, you were a lot quieter than you are now.

Cyrus: I’m not good with words, and I don’t really talk much in the first place.

Cyrus: Although we both failed to grasp the distance between us… (?)

Cyrus: By the time I finished my mission of security guard, I already considered you as a “reassuring companion”.

Emma: Hehe, hearing you call me that made me really happy, you know.

Emma: Then… we preached about the “Day of love” together. Looking up date spots was really fun. (TN: Love Wrapped in Ribbons of Gratitude event)

Cyrus: …Back then, the day was saved because of you. If it was just me and Emilio, we would have been at a total loss.

Cyrus: I still treasure the ribbon I received at that time.

Emma: I also treasure it as well. I’ve turned its rose into a dried flower.

Cyrus: Huh… that makes me happy.

Cyrus: Thinking back, I was probably already attracted to you back then.

Cyrus: Although it took me a long time to express my feelings…

Emma: As for me, I finally realised my feelings when I met you in Kaiten. (TN: Onsen Village Overflowing With Love event)

Emma: But I didn’t have the courage to confess yet…

Cyrus: Let us be grateful to the Kaiten hot baths for bringing us closer.

Emma: Thanks to the effects of the hot springs, we were able to be honest with each other.

Our bond was strengthened by the harsh task of defending the fortress (TN: they’re referencing past card stories). Through the “Trial of Love”, we were able to nurture our love for each other.

As I reminiscence, my heart fills with all the emotions I’ve felt up until now.

Emma: Since we first met, up until now… you’ve always been so kind to me.

Emma: That is what I… truly love about you.

Cyrus: Emma…

As he gently stroked my cheek, I closed my eyes and our lips pressed together.

Cyrus: —Kissing like this makes it feel like a real wedding.

Emma: Fufu, that’s true.

We slightly parted our lips and looked at each other, our noses almost touching.

Cyrus: …I still am misunderstood by others quite a lot, and I’m not good with words.

Cyrus: But still, every time you say “I love you”, my heart trembles with joy.

Cyrus: I’m the one who loves you more and more every day…

Cyrus: To be honest, sometimes I struggle to control these feelings.

As if to convey his “feelings” for me, he pressed his lips against mine once more. He lightly pecked my lips again, and again, and again.

His gesture was so endearing it made my heart ache sweetly.

Emma: …I’m certain that’s the same for me.

Emma: From here onwards… I will surely love you more and more each day.

Emma: If every day we spend each other is going to be like this then surely one day… I want to promise you my future, in front of everyone.

Once I confessed my heartfelt wish, another kiss was dropped on my lips.

Cyrus: …in sickness and in health, for riches and for poor.

Cyrus: I vow to love, respect and cherish you, Emma.

Emma: (Cyrus-san…)

While I dreamt of that “someday” coming, I too spoke my vows.