#when the gif set first dropped I wanted to reblog the first couple of tags

[jeysbvck]

it always leads to you (in my hometown)

oh hi, im back after almost a year of not posting fics, and of course it's my main man who pulls me back in! this is my first jey uso fic, so pls comment & reblog & let me know what you think!! i tried to make it angsty, to fit the song more, but i guess that's not the direction my brain wanted to go!!

jey uso x afab!reader

smut, 18+, minors dni!!

word count: 2,420

some people i thought might like this (if you don't wanna be tagged, just let me know!): @southerngirl41 @bebesobrielo @harmshake @afterdarkprincess @rollinsland @wrestlezaynia @crxssjae

summary: when you're in town for the holidays, it always ends up with you in jey usos bed for the weekend. this time, it isn't enough, and jey shows you why you can't leave him behind.

You stared out the window, feeling content as you watched the snow fall outside, frost gathering on the glass. You and Jey had spent all weekend in bed, sleeping half the day away and sharing body heat in more ways than one; which is how you spent all the fleeting weekends together. You had so much to do before you left in two days, but you couldn't bring yourself to leave the warm bed, especially when Jey was sleeping beside you, looking like a literal angel.

This had been happening for the last four years and you remembered it all too well; the bewildered, haunted look when Jey locked eyes with you for the first time in years, like he'd seen a ghost. You remembered the ice that ran through every vein in your body when he walked past you without acknowledging you, making you consider whether you were a ghost. You remember lying in your childhood bedroom, old photographs of you and Jey still on your walls, staring down at you, judging you. You knew you'd hurt him when you left, he didn't think your reasons were good enough; but it never crossed your mind that he'd pretend you were a stranger. But as you stared at the posters and photographs on your walls, you realised that you were a stranger now, you didn't recognise the girl in the photographs anymore.

A few days later, you bumped into Jey again, this time you were both alone, walking past the school you used to share, and things seemed different. He opened a dialogue, asked you how you'd been, asked about your life, and before you knew it, you'd been standing in the cold for half an hour. Jey offered you a ride, and you weren't ready for this to end; it felt familiar, but also new. So you accepted and you drove around the small town, commenting on how things hadn't changed. Four hours later, you were in his bed, doing things you had only dreamed about.

You thought it would be a one-off, that maybe the universe was giving you a better goodbye than the first time, a better reunion than the one in the bar. But the next holiday you were in town, he text you, and you ended up in his bed again. Then Jey started surprising you at the airport -sometimes you hadn't even told him what time your flight was- and although he dropped you off at your parents house, it wasn't long before you were spending most of the time with Jey. It was essentially a weekend-long holiday hook up, a way to make you feel less lonely during the holidays and a way to have what could've been -what should've been- if you had just stayed.

Jey stirred in his slumber, retracting his arm that was stretched over you, taking away the warmth and leaving a chill behind, as you pulled the quilt up further, you couldn't help but think of it as a metaphor for how you would feel in a couple of days when you left. You turned your back on the beautiful view outside the window to the -in your totally, unbiased opinion- the more beautiful view next to you. Even after all the years of knowing Jey, he still took your breath away, he still set your heart ablaze. Every time you were here, you took every opportunity to mentally record every detail of him to take back with you. Every new grey hair, every tattoo, every laughter line, every perfect imperfections, you took it all in. You basked in the warmth, the comfort, the happiness that you felt in this bed, knowing it would all be over in a flash.

"Mornin' babe," Jey said, with a sleepy smile, "you're watchin' me sleep, forgot you were a creep."

You hummed in response as you leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his pillow-like lips. "And I forgot you snore." You teased, and Jey scoffed, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss.

"Such a liar." He mumbled against your lips and you smiled, pulling away and finding your place on his chest. Your fingertips traced the lines of his intricate tattoo on his chest, as his stroked your back, soothingly.

The time you spent with Jey, in this bed, the room, the house; felt like a different world. Like reality as you know it didn't exist here, it was just you and Jey, and nothing else mattered. You hated leaving, you hated getting on the plane, going back to your life like you hadn't just left the warmest place you'd ever known.

"So..." Jey started, and you knew what was coming. The dreaded question that he asked every time. "How long we got? Until you-"

You cut him off, not wanting the words to be said, as if it somehow wouldn't happen if Jey didn't speak it into the universe. "I know what you mean, Jey." You sighed. "Can't we just stay in this bubble for a little longer?"

"How much longer? Like, you wanna talk later, over dinner? Or how about the mornin' of your flight so we barely get to say goodbye?" He snapped, and you scoffed at the outburst. "Ay, you're the one who-"

"Okay," you cut him off before he finished the sentence, sitting up and throwing your legs over the edge of the bed, grabbing the robe that had been thrown on the floor the night before as you stood up and pulled it over your body. "You really wanna spend the time arguing?"

"No! I jus'-" Jey groaned and turned on his side, his elbow resting on the mattress. "Okay listen, I know our whole thing; no stayin', no waitin', but-"

"No Jey, this works!" You lied. You knew you were trying to convince him more than yourself, because you knew it wasn't working. If it did, leaving him wouldn't break your heart, you wouldn't spend the year counting down to the next holiday. Nobody in your life knew you like Jey. They didn't know which smiles you were faking, or which laughs were genuine. They didn't even know your coffee order, or your favourite film.

"This works for you? This is enough for you?" Jey asked. "Because it isn't for me."

You bit your lips, you'd expected this every time, you knew it would happen eventually. Jey was always going to find someone who could give him more than you could offer.

"What are you saying?" You asked. "You don't-you wanna end this?"

Jey got his knees and shuffled towards you, leaning up and cupping your face with his hands, his eyes level with yours. "I don't wanna end this." He said. "I wanna be with you."

"Jey," you whispered, hoping he could see in your eyes how much love you have for him. "I can't- We can't-"

"Ay, just listen." Jey said. "What if I came wit' you?"

You stared at him, speechless, your face still in his hands. "That's not funny."

"It ain't supposed to be funny."

"Stop it. You can't just say stuff like this, not in here, not like this when we're all caught up in the bubble!" You said, throwing your hands around. "You have your family here, a life here, you're just gonna leave it all behind?!"

"Didn't stop you." Jey retorted, and you rolled your eyes.

"That was different! I didn't pack up my life to follow someone across the country!" He smirked at you, making you roll your eyes a second time.

"Ay, you think highly of yourself, don't ya?" He joked, but you groaned and pulled his hands away from your face, putting your own over your face. "What if I ain't doin' it for you? What if I'm doin' it for me?" He asked. He pulled your hands from your face and held them. "I know you tell me not to, but I wait, babe. I wait for you to call, to text, I ask your parents when you're comin', so I can wait at the airport for you. I don't wanna wait anymore, I wanna be wit' you, for real, and you can't stay."

You bit the inside of your cheek, refusing to let yourself smile, and you turned your back on him, sitting back down on the bed. He was saying all the right things, wearing your favourite smile, and it was hard to be logical right now. This was never an option, because what if he ended up resenting you? Having Jey sporadically in your life through the year was better than the alternative.

Jey ran his hands up and down your arms, planting little kisses on your shoulder and neck. "Jus' think about it, babe." He whispered in your ear as he kissed your neck. "We can have more than jus' weekends." His hands slid over your skin, grazing your breasts as he followed a path down to your stomach, sending shivers through your whole body. "We can do this-" His hand slipped into your underwear, teasing you. "-whenever we want."

You tilted your head back, leaning it against his shoulder as he nibbled your neck, and you hummed, bucking your hips in an attempt to get his fingers exactly where you needed them. He clicked his tongue before he dug his teeth into your neck, a moan escaping your mouth as his fingers teased your entrance.

His hard cock was pressed against your back, and as he played and teased you, you reached around and grabbed his cock. He rutted against your hand, moaning into your neck as you stroked the long length, the action making him push two fingers inside you. They moved inside you, matching the pace of your hand on his cock; when you slowed down, he did, and when you quickened the pace, he did too.

Jey upped the ante, his thumb flicking over your clit, making your hips buck, your grip on his cock tightening, making it twitch. Jey groaned into your shoulder, and when you ran your thumb over his tip, he pulled away from your hand. "Nah, you're gonna make me cum." He mumbled into your shoulder. He kissed your skin again, before pulling his fingers out of your cunt, making you whimper pathetically. You watched as he slipped off the bed and pushed you backwards on the bed before getting on his knees. "Gotta remind you what you'll be missin' if you leave without me." He smirked, burying his head in between your legs.

You moaned loudly as he flattened his tongue against your cunt, slowly licking every part of you. He quickened the pace, and just as you arched your hips, he pinned them against the bed, while pushing two fingers inside you, his tongue flicking and sucking your clit. This was euphoric, you writhed underneath him as he drove you wild. Jey knew exactly what he was doing and his plan was working, you knew that he could ask you for anything right now -doing that thing with his tongue- you'd say yes to anything and everything.

"So wet for me." He muttered against you, nibbling the inside of your thigh as he fucked you with his fingers. All you could do was gasp and moan as he didn't give you a moment to breathe, sucking your clit and fucking you with his tongue. You tried to hold out, to delay your orgasm, but it wasn't long before you let yourself go, bundling the sheets in your hands as your thighs gripped his head.

Jey pulled back and crawled up your body, his thick, hard cock grazing your cunt, making your body twitch. He grinned down at you, his beard glistening with your juices, his dark eyes full of lust and you pulled him down by the chain around his neck for a kiss, your tongues dancing with each other as you ran your hands down his toned back. He rubbed his cock against your cunt, and you bucked your hips against him. "Fuck me, Jey." You managed to gasp, and he grinned at you, his eyes darkening more. He grabbed your wrists with one hand and pinned them above your head, forcing you to maintain eye contact as he pushed his cock inside you, moaning with you as your cunt tightened around him.

Your moans were lost in Jeys mouth as your bodies rocked together, your kisses getting rougher and more passionate. His free hand playing with your breasts, switching between them, refusing to let your hands free. "Such a good girl, takin' my cock like this." He grunted and you threw your head back as he attacked your neck once again. Your orgasm was bubbling up inside you, your legs beginning to shake as he fucked you harder and deeper, his own orgasm imminent. He brought his lips back to yours, the kiss slower, but not less passionate, and when he let go of your hands to grip your hips, you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

"Shit, baby, I'm so close." He groaned, burying his head into the crook of your neck, his thrusts getting harder. You rolled your hips making his cock twitch inside you, and in all the bliss and passion as your orgasm washed over you like a tsunami, three words slipped out of your mouth.

"Come with me." You whispered, nibbling his earlobe. "So close." He repeated, and you grabbed his head, making him look at you.

"No Jey, come with me." You said, and he looked in your eyes, he flashed you that beautiful smile -one that could light up a starless night sky. You nodded, and he kissed you, just as his own orgasm hit, and he thrusted into you a few more times, his moans being caught by your mouth.

He dropped onto you; his body like a welcome weighted blanket, and you wrapped your arms around him as he lay on your chest. "Did ya mean it?" He asked quietly. You ran your fingers through his hair, and thought about what you said. You hadn't meant to say it, especially in that moment, it had just slipped out. You also hadn't meant to confirm it was in fact, what you meant. But you meant it with your whole heart, and you knew as soon as Jey voiced it as an option, you knew you couldn't leave him behind again.

"I mean it, Jey. I've never meant anything more."

[magicshopaholic]

New Year’s Eve Eve

Summary: BTS celebrates Taehyung's birthday in Seoul.

Pairing: OT7 x OC (different OCs)

Genre: Humour, fluff, angst, chaos

Word count: 12.8 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, alcohol, making out, allusions to sex and other R-rated things, insinuations of harassment, public intoxication

A/N: I... cannot believe we're finally here. 40+ fics later, we're finally at the first OTx fic which is exactly how I imagined this universe at the very beginning. A lot of context has been set so far and now the series properly begins as one giant story with interweaving plots.

It feels like a huge, huge milestone, so to all the readers who've stuck around and read/liked/reblogged/commented/asked: this one's for you.

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @dreaming-with-happiness @faearchives @margopinkerton @purpleseoul7 @confessionsofamarshlily @jiminjhang @xjoonchildx @tarahardcore @infinitehobi @handfullofcandids @whoisbts @kflixnet (drop a message if you want to be added)

Listen to: "home" by bts

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A quick recap of where everyone is at the beginning of this fic (under the cut for spoilers):

Namjoon and Kaya are in a fully committed relationship, happy and in love

Seokjin and Nari are in a limbo of sorts, both of them getting closer to different co-workers

Yoongi and Miso work together begrudgingly

Hoseok is trying to come to terms with the fact that Chaeyoung is no longer twelve years old

Sooah comes to the realisation that her past with Jimin may be affecting her present with Alex, and she prepares to make a tough decision

Taehyung and Dilara, after a tough year of pain and heartbreak, are finally back together

Jungkook is just Jungkook

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Seokjin shoves his phone determinedly into his pocket and rings the doorbell. Tonight is not about him, or her. It’s about a differently uncomfortable situation altogether, one he’s had to learn to live with over the course of his career.

“Hyung!”

Seokjin almost doesn’t hear Taehyung’s yell over the R&B track playing inside the penthouse. It’s filled with people - Taehyung’s friends, all of them, Seokjin is sure - drinking and dancing, making it just the kind of party that makes Seokjin extremely conscious of his hands.

“Heyyy,” he replies, trying to mimic Taehyung’s tone of excitement. “How’s - how’s it going? Oh, happy birthday,” he adds, stepping forward and hugging him.

Taehyung slaps his shoulder and beams. “Drinks are over there,” he informs him, gesturing to a fully stocked bar at the far end of the living room. “Food is in the kitchen - try the fish, it’s spectacular. Oh, and your best friend Donghyuk is over there -” He breaks off, snickering when Seokjin makes a face. “And, uh - what’s left? Right - the vibe,” he adds with a flourish, “is everywhere.”

“There’s no easy way to ask this,” says Seokjin, “but are you high?”

Taehyung laughs a little too much at something Seokjin hadn’t even fully intended as a joke. “Just on life, hyung,” he says wisely, patting his shoulder and raising a glass of whiskey at him.

Before Seokjin can respond to this, another figure appears from behind Taehyung with a faint scent of roses. “Hey, Seokjin!” Dilara greets him with a one-armed hug, the other hand balancing a glass of red wine. 

“Life, huh?” Seokjin mutters to Taehyung, before switching to English. “Hey, Dilara, good to see you. Having fun?”

“It’s a lot of people,” is all she says, shrugging easily as Taehyung pulls her to him by the waist, seemingly out of habit. “You should get a drink, too. Oh, and try the -”

“Fish, I’ve heard. Where’s, uh -” He scans the room as they walk in and sees Namjoon and Kaya by the window with Yoongi, Hoseok with a couple of producers from Big Hit. Jimin isn’t visible but Seokjin hears a shout of laughter from somewhere in the party that can only belong to him. 

“- Jungkook?”

“Oh -” Dilara frowns and looks around, as though expecting Jungkook to appear from behind a curtain. The silver hoops in her ears glint in the dim light. “He got here about an hour ago. Should be around here somewhere.”

Seokjin nods mutely, mildly disappointed that the one person he could rely on to give him company at a party can’t be located.

Well, one of two people. But she won’t arrive till much later, if she makes it at all. The possibility makes his palms slightly sweaty.

“Namjoon hyung is here, though,” says Taehyung, pointing at the leader who catches Seokjin’s eye and waves. Kaya stands next to him, only her side profile visible, nodding at something Yoongi is saying. “Also, Yuna - you like Yuna, you met her at Inkigayo this year,” he reminds him. “She’s here, too. And, Lara, you need to meet Seojoon hyung and the rest of them.”

“I think I should go find Jungkook, actually,” she replies, stepping back apologetically. “Just in case something is wrong. Have fun with your friends, though,” she adds quickly, reaching up and kissing his cheek. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

Seokjin watches as Taehyung stares after her, following her through the crowd of people. “How do you even know this many people?” he asks, mostly to snap him out of his silence.

“Here and there,” he answers vaguely. “Anyway, let’s get you a drink? Oh, is Nari coming, by the way?”

Seokjin makes a non-committal noise as he follows Taehyung, hoping that will suffice. Fortunately, Taehyung changes the subject.

Dilara, true to her word but less so towards her motivations, heads down the hallway of Taehyung’s penthouse in search of the missing BTS member. Her heels click on the marble floor as she reaches the den, making an educated guess about Jungkook’s whereabouts. She pauses at the door, hearing a faint sound, and opens it without warning.

“There you are!”

Jungkook jumps and swears in Korean. “Fuck - you scared the shit out of me,” he gasps, clutching his chest.

Dilara steps inside the dark room and frowns, surveying his lone figure on the sofa and the video console in his hand. “We’re at a party and you’re playing -” She takes another few steps and peers at the screen “- Mario Kart? By yourself?”

His eyes dart from her to the screen and back to her “You can join me if you want.”

“I -” She pauses as she considers this for a fraction of a second. “No! There’s a party going on outside - why are you in here like some depressed loner playing video games by yourself in the dark?”

Jungkook stares at her. “Because there’s a party going on outside. There’s too many people,” he adds uncomfortably when she gives him a look.

“Aren’t they your friends?”

“Kind of, not really. Why aren’t you out there?” He questions, sounding a bit defensive. “It’s your boyfriend’s birthday.”

“I know it’s my boyfriend’s birthday,” she admits, “but my boyfriend is also a very popular person and he’s got, like, nine million friends.”

When she doesn’t continue, Jungkook raises his eyebrows. “So? Shouldn’t his friends become your friends?”

“In theory, yes. But they don’t know me.”

“Then go and intro - intro -”

“I did go and introduce myself,” she interrupts. “I said annyeonghaseyo to everyone. Hey - don’t laugh,” she chides him as he snickers, but fails to keep a smile off her own face. “Come on, I’ve said hi to everyone, I’ve met them… I just felt bad for Tae, okay? I’ve been monopolising him ever since I got here and now he’s having to stand around and translate everything for me -” She sighs, feeling her shoulders fall slightly. “He wasn’t having fun, so I thought I’d let him have some time with his friends and I could have some time with mine.”

Jungkook blinks. “Who, me?”

“Yeah, sure. Come on, let’s go have a drink or something,” she urges him, going over to grab his arm.

He struggles in response. “No.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s a party,” she says for what feels like the tenth time. “We’re supposed to have fun, it’s almost a new year. So many reasons.”

“I liked you better when you were depressed,” he mutters.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that before. Come on, please,” she whines, pulling at his hand again. “You don’t have to socialise. We’ll just go out there, have a few drinks, dance a bit. Please, I don’t have anyone else to talk to,” she adds in a small voice.

“What are you talking about? What about Kaya? I saw you two talking when I came.”

“Yeah, I was and she’s sensational,” admits Dilara. “I think I’m a little in love with her, actually - but then Namjoon stole her away. They’re dancing as we speak, all… slow and close and intimate,” she explains vaguely, recalling how they had sauntered over to the dance floor, Namjoon holding her hand and turning her around so her back was to his chest, incongruous yet perfectly in sync to the hip hop beat thumping outside.

“They’re slow dancing? To -“ Jungkook squints and listens. “Is this ASAP Rocky? They’re slow dancing to ASAP Rocky?”

Dilara nods solemnly. “It is. They are.”

“Seriously?”

“Yes. They’re being all tall and sexy and they shouldn’t be interrupted. Ever. For the rest of their lives.” She tilts her head pleadingly again. “So? Please? Don’t leave me alone out there.”

“I’m not. We can be together in here,” he points out. 

“No, we can’t. That would look really bad. And I didn’t put on make-up and style my hair so I could be hidden inside a room like this.”

He briefly checks out her LBD and high heels. “It’s annoying,” he complains, flopping back on the sofa. “Everybody’s a couple and I’m like this… loser kid that everybody’s dragging along with them.”

“That’s not true,” she says immediately. “Everybody’s not a couple. Jimin’s out there, single as ever.”

Jungkook raises his eyebrows. “Is Sooah there?”

Dilara wracks her brain for all the people she was introduced to tonight. “Uh… Sooah. Yes, I think. With the… the red lipstick and the sexy jeans. But she and Jimin aren’t a couple. I don’t think I’ve seen them say a single word to each other yet.”

Jungkook scoffs, going back to his game. “Jimin and Sooah are always a couple. Even when they’re not a couple, they’re a couple.”

Dilara stares. “Okay, that’s it. Come on, JK,” she mutters, tugging him by the arm hard enough that he’s forced to resist until she lets him go with a jerk. “You know what? Fine. I can’t force you,” she sighs, defeated. “Have fun thinking about what Tae and I did on that sofa,” she says nonchalantly before leaving, ignoring his loud groan from behind her.

The first person she spots when she re-enters the living room is Sooah, the girl Jungkook mentioned. Curious, she goes over to Jimin who’s fiddling with the Bluetooth speaker, alone for the first time all night.

“Hey, Jimin.” She stops and leans backwards against the table as he nods in acknowledgement. “Who is that? Is that Sooah?”

Jimin’s head whips around and he immediately winces, rubbing his neck. “Where? Where did you see -” His eyes focus where Dilara points to another group of people and he swallows. “Taehyung,” he growls in a low voice, slamming his glass on the table before darting off into the crowd.

Dilara stares as he disappears. “Perfect,” she mutters, finishing his drink in one swig.

Jimin snakes through the guests, taking care to ensure Sooah doesn’t spot him. He finally sees Taehyung with a couple of his older friends, taking a selfie. 

“Hyung, do you mind if I borrow him?” Jimin interrupts, smiling tightly at them. “It’s important.” Seojoon nods, looking amused, and Jimin takes it as permission to drag Taehyung away.

“What is it?” Taehyung asks, moving his open collar a bit and fanning himself. “Is it Dilara?”

“No, it’s not Dilara,” he hisses. “What is Sooah doing here?”

Taehyung frowns. “What do you mean? It’s a party. It is quite literally the most predictable place for her to be.”

“But -” Jimin doesn’t understand why his heart is hammering, for Taehyung is right. No party is a party without Kim Sooah. “Why didn’t you - why didn’t you tell me? I would tell you if I invited Dilara somewhere.” When he spots Taehyung’s mildly confused expression, he rolls his eyes. “Fine, not the right comparison. Just… I didn’t know you two were, you know… close.”

“Really?” Taehyung asks incredulously. “We all went to high school together. She and I have been friends for as long as you and her have been… well, not friends, obviously.” He snickers before looking down at Jimin’s hands. “Why don’t you have a drink?”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“You need to be drunker than this,” states Taehyung.

Jimin stares. “How could you,” he whispers, shaking his head. “My best friend. No warning.” He clicks his tongue in disappointment.

“Listen, I have to go make sure there’s more vodka and maybe see if Dilara is okay. Have a good time,” he says quickly, patting Jimin’s shoulder.

“I hate you!” Jimin exclaims as Taehyung walks away. He glares at him until he finds Dilara near the kitchen, both their faces lighting up at the sight of each other, and turns away in annoyance. Sooah is here - here - and Taehyung didn’t think to warn him.

Jimin looks around, waiting for his mood  to sour and trying to ignore how, despite this news, his stomach is already fluttering in anticipation. He spots Seokjin in the corner with a beer, looking pensively into his phone, while Yoongi next to him observes the party blankly with a whiskey in his hand. Jimin makes a beeline for them.

“You won’t believe what Taehyung did,” he complains, leaning against the wall next to them just as the song changes to a popular English track. There’s a low cheer as everyone prepares to do the viral steps to the chorus. But Jimin has never felt less like dancing; he tugs Seokjin’s bottle of his hand, who lets it go without a fuss, and takes a giant swig.

“It’s almost ten,” mutters Seokjin, seemingly to himself. He looks up and does a double take, as though just noticing Jimin. “How’s it going?”

“Taehyung’s an arse,” he says, waiting for one of them to ask why. When all Yoongi does is nod absently, Jimin exhales hard through his nose. “He invited Sooah. And he didn’t even tell me.”

“Aren’t they friends?” Yoongi asks apathetically.

“Not the point,” he says tightly. “She and I have history. He should’ve told me. I could’ve prepared for -” Here he breaks off, for it’s just occurred to him that he’s not completely sure why he’s so bothered by her presence here. 

“The real question isn’t why Taehyung didn’t tell you she was coming,” says Yoongi after a moment. “It’s why she’s been here for twenty minutes and still hasn’t come to talk to you.”

Jimin stares at Yoongi, who smirks slightly and goes back to people-watching. “That’s… no, she probably just doesn’t know I’m here. Or - or she’s waiting for me to say something. We haven’t been in the best place since -” He breaks off when something occurs to him. 

But at that very moment, Seokjin makes an unintelligible exclamation and darts forward.

“What the hell was that?” Jimin asks, a bit peeved at being ignored.

“His lady friend is here, I think,” says Yoongi, peering in the direction the older member disappeared.

“Oh. I didn’t know Nari was coming.”

“She isn’t.” Yoongi points with his glass. “That’s not Nari.”

Seokjin makes his way through the guests and sees Seulgi enter the open door, wincing in surprise at the loud music. She spots him just as he waves and she smiles - and Seokjin feels his stomach float. He can’t help it - it just does.

“Sorry I’m late,” she says, reaching up to hug him as he kisses her cheek. “That dinner went on forever and one of the idols got drunk and I had to call a company cab to take him home -” She sighs and steps back. “It was a mess.”

The familiar scent of her conditioner lingers and Seokjin can’t help but notice how put together she still looks, not a hair out of place. “You don’t look exhausted,” he replies. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Please.” Seulgi nods and lets him take her hand as they weave through the crowd and to the bar. They meet Taehyung on the way, who seems to recognise Seulgi immediately, giving her a bow and a hug in succession before drifting off in a haze of alcohol-induced delight.

“He seems happy,” she comments, reaching for a bottle of red wine. “The consummate birthday boy, I guess.”

“No, it’s not that. He and his girlfriend recently got back together,” explains Seokjin, taking the bottle from her and pouring out two glasses. “She’s here somewhere, too,” he adds, realising he hasn’t seen Dilara since he arrived. 

“Cheers.” Their glasses clink and she sighs after taking a sip. “Speaking of which,” she says after a moment, tucking a lock of shiny hair behind her ear, “I feel like I need to apologise for the other night.”

Seokjin’s heart skips a beat. “You don’t -”

“I feel like I ambushed you a little bit,” she clarifies, sounding nervous. “That wasn’t my intention at all and… it definitely wasn’t my intention to pressure you. At all.”

He nods, believing her. But it doesn’t make her question any less pertinent. Seokjin had known this would come up; they’d gone on their first impromptu date almost two months ago and had continued to see a surprising amount of each other since then. 

He’d hoped that neither would have to bring it up at all and that it would organically become what it needed to be, but the moment she asked the age-old question of what are we doing exactly, he knew it wasn’t going to be that simple.

“I don’t feel pressured,” he says honestly. He steps closer to her so their shoulders brush and feels her relax slightly.

Seulgi bites her lip and nods slowly. “I just don’t do well with ambiguity. You know, we’re both adults and… I don’t want to play the guessing game. But maybe it’s too soon,” she tacks on after a moment, shaking her head and looking away from him, taking another sip.

She doesn’t like ambiguity - that much he’s figured out in the time he’s known her. Whether it’s been picking out a restaurant, ordering food, having her career charted out, getting intimate at the right pace, knowing what she wants out of a relationship… Seokjin’s eyes roam over her clean pink blazer, the same one she’d worn when they’d first met, neatly folded at the forearms, and feels a small smile tug at the corner of his mouth.

He looks up to see Dilara appear through the crowd and waves her over. Her eyes search for the voice calling her name before she spots Seokjin and smiles, walking over.

“Dilara, have you met my girlfriend?” he asks, putting his arm around Seulgi’s shoulders.

“Oh!” Dilara raises her eyebrows, looking mildly confused. “Of course! Um, N-”

“Seulgi,” she introduces herself, offering her hand. “It’s nice to meet you,” she adds, speaking English for the first time since Seokjin has known her.

Seokjin sees a brief flash of confusion on Dilara’s face before it disappears. “You, too! I’m Dilara, Taehyung’s -” She breaks off when she sees something else across the room. “I’m sorry, I need to go… your most annoying band member is calling me,” she says to Seokjin before turning back to Seulgi. “But it was really nice to meet you. Have fun at the party!”

Seokjin feels his heart slow down slightly as Dilara leaves, long hair flowing down her back. It seemed an honest mistake on her part, but he’s just glad any awkwardness was avoided.

“So I really didn’t pressure you, huh?” Seulgi asks, breaking him out of his silence. She’s trying to suppress a smile, and he’s suddenly endeared.

“You didn’t. Just felt like the right time.”

“Introducing me to Taehyung’s girlfriend felt like the right time.”

“Naturally.”

She nods and bites her lip, and Seokjin tilts his head slightly to kiss her. It’s short and sweet, given they’re in public but it speaks volumes. There’s something cathartic about having made a decision that makes his stomach feel lighter… except for the one loose end nagging at the corner of his heart.

“Oh, is that Hyunjin?” Seulgi points to a short-haired girl who waves back in surprise. “I should go say hi. She’s sort of a client of a client…”

“Yeah, of course. I, uh… I actually need to make a phone call as well,” he replies, trying not to let the anxiety show in his voice.

“Okay. I’ll see you in a bit.” She squeezes his hand and departs, leaving Seokjin to watch her leave until she meets her friend and they start chatting, and he has no more ways of avoiding this conversation.

He goes over to the balcony despite the freezing air, the only place in the living room area that isn’t crowded. Taehyung had informed him earlier tonight that Nari would not be coming. His expression had betrayed nothing, but the fact that he’d thought to tell Seokjin in private amidst his happy buzz only told him that his situation with Nari wasn’t precarious only to him. Coupled with Dilara’s near-accidental slip of the tongue, Seokjin was sure that some speculation at least was occurring behind closed doors.

He should’ve had this conversation with Nari weeks ago. He knows it, just like he knew he shouldn’t wait for her to reach out first, just like he knew she wouldn’t show up tonight because she always worked night shifts on Thursdays. But there’s nothing to wait for anymore, not now that things are official. He owes her this much.

Just then, his phone buzzes and he almost falls when he sees a message from Nari. 

Can we talk?

Seokjin stares at the screen, wondering if she’s somehow read his mind, if someone told her about Seulgi before he had a chance to. Hand over his mouth, he shakes his head to himself, knowing this is the universe’s way of kicking them into a room together and locking the door until they speak to each other.

Before he can change his mind, he presses the call button and waits for her to answer.

Nari answers on the third ring. “Hey,” she says, and her tone makes it clear she knows exactly who it is. “Give me a second, I’ll just find a quiet place.” There’s a vague shuffling sound in the background before it goes quiet and she speaks again. “Thanks for calling.”

“Of course.” Seokjin pauses, wishing they were speaking again under better circumstances. He hears a sound in the background, like the crunch of a packet. She’s eating chips for dinner; he resists the urge to tell her to grow up and tries to stay on topic. “How have you been?”

“Not bad. Working a lot.”

“Same here.”

“Are you ready for the tour?”

“We never are.” It’s the truth. “It’s hard to be away from… everything.”

“I can imagine.” He imagines her nodding. “Sorry I couldn’t make it to the party. Is Taehyung having fun?”

“Looks like it. But you escaped a pretty crowded party,” he tells her, thinking that if things were different, they’d be huddled in a corner somewhere, probably with Jungkook tagging along. “I’d count myself lucky.”

She laughs lightly. “Good to know.” Nari pauses. “Seokjin… I know we haven’t talked in a while and it’s been…”

“Weird, yeah.”

“Yeah.” She pauses again. He hasn’t heard her sound this nervous in a while. He wonders momentarily if it’s another pregnancy scare before remembering how silly that sounds.

“You said you wanted to talk?”

“Yeah. I - I know we’re not… I mean, this may not mean anything but it felt weird not telling you but it’s also kind of weird to tell you…” She sighs. “Okay, I’m just going to say it. I - I slept with Jason.”

There’s a gale of laughter from inside the living room. Seokjin frowns, knowing he hasn’t heard her wrong but feeling the need to double check all the same.

“You…”

“Yeah.”

“Like, doctor… Jason?”

“Well… yeah, I guess.”

“Oh.” Seokjin isn’t sure what to say. He knows why she’s telling him; he isn’t obtuse. He isn’t sure what he’s supposed to feel, though. “Are you -“

“It was just one time,” she interrupts quickly. “We didn’t plan it, at all. It was really late and I’d just gotten screwed in the OR during surgery and he was having a bad day, too…” She sighs tiredly. “it just happened. It didn’t mean anything. Purely… recreational.”

Seokjin bites his lip, his knuckles looking white on the railing in the cold. He knows she added the last detail as a reassurance, but for some reason it just sounds off-putting.

“Okay. Sorry, I don’t really know what to say,” he mutters, hearing himself laugh awkwardly. He clears his throat. “I’m dating Seulgi.”

There’s silence on the other end. Seokjin squeezes his eyes shut, for he hadn’t meant for it to come out like that at all. 

“You’re… who?”

“Seulgi.” Out of instinct, he turns to face the party, spotting her pink blazer in the dim lighting. His girlfriend. “We met at your friend’s house. Remember? Turns out she works at Big Hit.”

"Seulgi. She - she works here at Big Hit. We met at your friend's party. Remember?"

"Oh. Right. Um... when? I mean... since when?"

"Uh, I guess our first date was technically... after that press conference last month. She hadn't eaten and I suggested -" He clears his throat. "Anyway. That night."

Nari is quiet for a minute. He can practically hear her mind working, and he frowns.

"Nari? Did you hear me?"

"The night of the press conference... as in, the night of my fundraiser?"

Seokjin's heart stops for a moment. "I - no. No, that wasn't the same night."

"Yes, it was. That's why you said you would be late."

The silence that follows is painfully sharp.

"Nari -"

"You know, I want to say I'm happy for you," she interrupts, her voice shaking just slightly, "but I'm afraid it'll sound sarcastic."

"I'm sorry." There's nothing else to say.

"I'm happy for you."

"It wasn't something I did on purpose, Nari. It's just something that... happened. Like - like you and Jason."

"Yeah. That sounds like the exact same thing."

"That’s not -"

"You know, I have to go.” He can hear the packet crackle again. “I have a long night ahead of me. Have fun at your party.”

Seokjin closes his eyes as she hangs up, slowly lowering his hand to his side and trying to remember the last conversation he’d had with Nari that ended on a good note. He’s at a loss; they seem so far gone down this road of… he’s not even sure what it is. It’s ambiguous, and Seokjin doesn’t think he has the energy to dissect their relationship anymore.

“Oi, hyung.”

He looks up to see Hoseok, dressed in baggy jeans and a Louis Vuitton jacket. “Hey. I’ll be right in.”

“Okay, cool.” He shivers. “Why are you out here by yourself? It’s freezing. Anyway,” he continues, not waiting for Seokjin to respond, “we’re setting up for karaoke to start at midnight. You’ll be there, right?”

Seokjin cracks a smile. “You’re going to have to get me more drunk for that.”

“Not a problem.” Hoseok claps his hands. “Have you seen Namjoon?” When Seokjin shakes his head, he frowns. “Strange. I haven’t seen him for a while. Thought I’d ask Kaya but I can’t find her either. I’ll keep looking.” With that, he disappears back inside.

Meanwhile, Dilara walks up to Jungkook near the bar, who seems to have finally emerged from his cave. “You are an idiot,” she says by way of greeting, slapping his shoulder. “You told me Seokjin’s girlfriend was called Nari.”

Jungkook frowns incredulously “No, I didn’t. I specifically said she wasn’t his girlfriend.”

She rolls her eyes. “Fine, you told me his not-girlfriend was named Nari and apparently it’s Seulgi. Almost made a huge faux pas out there,” she informs him, giving him a glare. “You aren’t drinking?” she asks after a moment, noticing his hunched figure, hands inside the pockets of his baggy jeans.

“Uh, sure.” He watches as she assembles two rum and coke mixes and hands him one. “Thanks.” He takes a sip and gags. “Wow, that’s strong. But I don’t hate it. And, hey, about before -” He winces apologetically. “Sorry. I was giving you a hard time.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” she says immediately. “I totally understand. Being the only single person in a paddock full of drivers parading around their gorgeous girlfriends made me pretty sick, too, so I get it. Which is why I’ve decided to solve that problem for you,” she adds brightly. “I’m going to make you happy as well.”

Jungkook wrinkles his nose. “Gross.”

Dilara gives him a blank look. “Right. Okay. I’m going to set you up.”

“No.”

“So what we’re going to do is - well, you’re going to tell me your type and I’m going to find it.”

“I don’t have a type.”

“Everybody has a type,” she says calmly, taking a satisfying sip of her drink. “Even tall can be a type. Seriously, Jungkook.” She pats his shoulder. “Think.”

“Dilara, I don’t want you to set me up.”

“But I’m really good at it!” she insists.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Pierre Gasly and his current girlfriend?” She gives him a knowing look. “I’m the one who set them up together. Well, I saw her at a party and pointed her out to him, but that’s pretty much the same thing,” she amends, shrugging. “Oh, also: Lexie and Chris.”

“Lexie and Chris?” Jungkook scoffs. “How’s that going?”

“Not good,” she admits, “but it will get better.”

“Wait, Lexie and Chris? Your friends?” he asks incredulously. “Are they even talking to each other?”

“They are, sometimes, when the situation demands it,” she snaps. “But we’re getting off track here. Look, it doesn’t have to be a relationship. Just… you know, have a good time tonight. You’re hot - you don’t even need to try very hard. Just flirt, get her a drink, dance with her.” Dilara shrugs easily before noticing the look of horror on his face. 

“I’ve performed on stage for six hours on an empty stomach and even that sounds easier than what you just said.”

“Give yourself some credit. You’re better with girls than you think.” Dilara pats his shoulder encouragingly. “Just give it a try. It’ll be fun - and then we can go on group dates!”

“Group dates,” he repeats.

“Yes. You and your girl, me and Tae, Namjoon and Kaya.” She raises her eyebrows excitedly. “Seokjin and Seulgi. Jimin and his… situation.” 

Jungkook takes a deep breath. “No offence,” he says, taking another sip of his drink, “but that sounds like the worst plan ever.”

“You’re being a real downer, you know that?”

He sighs. “Fine,” he mutters, bumping her shoulder. “Who do you want to set me up with?”

“First, your type,” states Dilara, getting right back on track. “Blond or brunette?”

“Blond.”

“Oh.” She scans the living room, peers into the kitchen and the few people exiting the washrooms and bedrooms. “Okay. That narrows it down to that one girl exactly, over there.” She points to a few people standing near a painting. “The tall one, with the boobs.”

“Sounds like my type,” mutters Jungkook, sparing her a brief glance.

“Really?”

“No,” he answers, rolling his eyes. “I told you, I don’t have a type.”

“Everybody has a type -” Dilara is interrupted when she feels a pair of arms go around her waist, the toe-curlingly familiar scent of Sauvage wafting over. “Oh, hey, babe,” she murmurs.

“Finally,” mutters Jungkook, as Taehyung kisses the side of her head.

“What are you guys talking about?” He asks as she rests comfortably against his chest. “What are we doing?”

“We are trying to set Jungkook’s single arse up with someone,” she says, dodging his finger flick to her temple. 

“Really?” Taehyung looks at the crowd in interest. “Who?”

“Well, we’re looking for his type.” Dilara points at the blonde girl again. “Apparently that’s his type.”

“Jungkook doesn’t have a type.”

“Thank you,” groans Jungkook. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell her.”

“Everybody has a type - hey, Namjoon!” She waves him and Kaya over, both looking appropriately buzzed. As they near them, Dilara pretends not to notice the blooming hickey on his neck or the tiny rip high up on Kaya’s sheer stockings.

“Hey, guys,” she says, olive skin glowing. “Wow, I could use a drink,” she murmurs, making a beeline for the liquor.

“The rum is highly recommended,” says Dilara, moving over slightly. “Namjoon, what’s your type?”

Namjoon frowns at her, clearly lost, and glances at Taehyung and Jungkook. “Um… whiskey?” he guesses.

Dilara squints, while Taehyung snorts at the look on his face. Kaya turns around with her fresh drink and raises her eyebrows at their confusion. “Honey, I don’t think that’s what they meant,” she tells Namjoon in a low voice.

Fortunately for him, Hoseok pops his head into the group. “Everyone having a good time?” he asks cheerfully, throwing an arm around Namjoon and Jungkook each. “Karaoke at midnight, remember. Ladies, you, too. Gwaenchanayo?” Without waiting for an answer, he pats both members on the shoulder with a grin and leaves just as abruptly as he’d appeared.

Hoseok grooves to the song playing as he makes his way through the crowd. Karaoke at midnight, as far as he’s concerned, is too late. Unfortunately, the person who’s supposed to be bringing the machine is a late-show, combined with the cake-cutting and the time it will take to actually set everything up, midnight seems like a feasible deadline.

He runs a hand through his hair, stopping by Big Hit artists and colleagues wherever he sees them, reminding them about karaoke, when he spots a familiar face he hadn’t noticed until now.

“Sooah!” Hoseok jogs up to where she’s standing with a couple of people he’s never seen before that he guesses are Taehyung’s friends from high school.

Sooah waves back and excuses herself, looking blazing and beautiful in light jeans and a full-sleeved black top, choker and make-up in place. “Good to see you, oppa,” she says, reaching up to hug him and balancing a glass of what smells like straight vodka in her other hand. “Great party, huh?”

“Happy Taehyung can do things we’d never dreamed of,” he says wisely, still bopping to the beat. “You’re not dancing?”

She gives him a mock-knowing look. “Come on, you know I don’t dance,” she says, already looking self-conscious. “No need to embarrass myself in front of this many people.”

“You’re not that bad,” he says dismissively. “Even Jimin doesn’t think so - there he is!” From seemingly out of nowhere, Hoseok grabs Jimin from in between the crowd and pulls him over to join them. “Look who’s here!”

Jimin blushes, his expression staying carefully neutral. “Hi Sooah,” he says stiffly, taking a conspicuous sip of his vodka and cranberry drink. “Having fun?”

“The most,” she replies, contrastingly looking right at him. “How’ve you been?”

“Just swell.” He clears his throat, hearing how ridiculous and awkward he sounds. “You?” Then, before he can stop himself, he asks, “Alex isn’t with you?”

Sooah pauses for a fraction of a second before answering. “Not tonight, no.”

There’s a moment again when neither of them speaks, Jimin’s mind going a mile a minute at what that could possibly mean and Sooah giving him a mildly challenging look, as though daring him to ask more.

Hoseok claps his hands. “Not to change the subject or anything, but… how’s, uh, how’s Chaeyoung doing?”

She looks away from Jimin and raises her eyebrows. “Good, I think. Work’s keeping her a little busy but she’s okay.”

“Mhm, yeah. She’s, uh… she’s taking care of herself?”

“I - I guess?” Sooah frowns curiously. “She still lives with Sungmi and takes the metro to work everyday… eats lunch with her team…” She shrugs. “She’s pretty good with people.”

Hoseok wrinkles his nose. “She is?”

“Well, other people, obviously.”

“That’s good, then,” he says, nodding and looking marginally more satisfied than he was a moment ago. “I’m guessing  she has some fancy New Year’s Eve plans, too?”

“Not sure, honestly. She’s out tonight, though,” adds Sooah as an afterthought. “Even I thought the day before New Year’s Eve was kind of a weird night for a date, but she seemed excited about it so I didn’t say anything… what?” She frowns in confusion at Jimin behind Hoseok, shaking his head with his eyes wide. He stops the moment Hoseok looks at him, glancing at his drink conspicuously.

“Oh. She’s on a date?” Hoseok looks as though he’s processing this. “Uh… with who?”

“Some guy from work’s friend… or something like that.” Sooah looks from Hoseok to Jimin, piecing together what may have just happened. “Why?”

Hoseok shrugs. “Just asking. We’re sure the guy’s not dangerous or anything?” He catches sight of Jimin’s raised eyebrows and gives him a look. “I’ve known her since she was a kid; it’s not so weird to wonder if she’s out alone at night with some tool.”

“He’s probably not a tool,” says Sooah after a moment. 

Hoseok nods thoughtfully. “Okay, then. Don’t forget about karaoke. Midnight.” With that, he leaves.

Sooah raises her eyebrows. “I’ll have what he’s having,” she says dryly.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming,” says Jimin, cutting to the chase, hearing the accusation in his voice.

“Taehyung and I are friends.”

He gives her a look. “How come Alex isn’t here? Is he working?”

She shrugs. “Yeah, he is. But the reason he’s not here is because we broke up. Because of you,” she adds, smiling calmly.

Jimin scoffs incredulously. “Wow. You know, I can’t wait to hear how this is my fault.”

Sooah sighs. There’s no part of her that thought she could get away with not having this conversation tonight. There’s a big enough part of her that wants to. Chaeyoung seems to know what’s going on - even Alex, bless his heart, seemed to have a decent inkling of her reasons for breaking up with him. The only person who doesn’t seem to know it is Jimin and, until a couple of weeks ago, Sooah herself.

“Can we talk somewhere quiet?”

—

The hallway outside Taehyung’s apartment is quieter and - mercifully - centrally heated. They sit beside each other on the marble floor, backs to the wall like it hasn’t been almost a decade in the making.

“You can’t seriously be blaming me for your break-up.” Jimin begins in a low voice, sullenly staring at his pink drink. “That party was… ages ago. He seemed fine at Big Hit after that - and if you’re telling me it’s because we’re exes, then that’s just lame. I don’t know what else to tell you.”

Sooah turns to him. “Are you done?” When he doesn’t answer, his side profile looking so different from the one she remembers from their youth that she resists the urge to touch his jaw, she sighs. “He didn’t break up with me. I broke up with him.”

Jimin frowns. “Why? I thought you liked him. And he was nice… ish.”

She ignores this. “It turns out I may have been self-sabotaging my relationship unknowingly, because…” This is embarrassing. “You know what? Forget it.”

“Wait, no.” He holds her back by shoulder even though she hadn’t tried to get up. “You were sabotaging it because of me? What - what did I do?”

“You broke up with me over a text, Jimin. That’s what you did,” she blurts, shaking her head and looking away.

Jimin is quiet for a moment. “Sooah…” He sighs, and she doesn’t know if she’s imagining the note of annoyance in it. “It’s been five years, Sooah. You can’t tell me that’s why -”

“Yeah, I know it’s been five years,” she interrupts. “Five years since you went from normal guy to idol, from the guy who walked me home from school to the guy who… couldn’t even tell me he was going away on tour until he was leaving,” she mutters, feeling the old resentment flair up again.

“Sooah…”

“And you never even apologised,” she interrupts again. “You just went on with your life. No, you know what?” she continues when he opens his mouth. “I get why you would want to break up. It was probably too hard and you were too busy and even though I think I could’ve handled it,” she clarifies, holding up a hand, “I think I deserved a conversation. I thought we were… close enough for that,” she finishes in a small voice.

Jimin is quiet. Sooah swallows, but she can’t bring herself to regret this outburst. It feels cathartic to get this out; anything beyond this is in Jimin’s hands.

“Sooah.” He pauses, but his voice is heavy with ghosts of the past. “I didn’t think I could tell you, okay?” he says, head bent low.

“Why not?”

“Because you were Kim Sooah, and you would’ve found someone else like that.” He snaps his fingers, sounding sullen - and mildly embarrassed. “Has it ever occurred to you that maybe it was hard for me, too? Knowing that I’d be gone and you would be here with… options?”

He sounds hurt, not meeting her eyes. Sooah stares at him, then slaps his shoulder - hard.

“What the fuck?”

“No, I get to say that!” she retorts, sitting on her knees and facing him. “What the hell do you mean by options? Did you think I would cheat on you?”

“No! Just that you were - you…” He winces, struggling. “You were Kim Sooah!”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“That you were you!” Jimin exclaims, looking hassled. “You didn’t need to wait around for someone who would never be there! You deserved better, you could do better and it honestly wouldn’t have taken long for you to find that out! Call me selfish, but I didn’t want to be halfway around the world and get a text from you, saying you were dating someone else,” he finishes, panting slightly.

She raises her eyebrows incredulously. “So you texted me first instead?”

“Yes. It sucked, but it was still better than finding out you were dating Daehyun or something.”

“If you bring up Daehyun one more time, I’m going to throw my drink in your face, Park Jimin.”

“You wouldn’t dare. This is Gucci.”

“Try me.”

They stare at each other for a few seconds, jaws clenched with shared emotion. Sooah’s eyes roam over his face, his sharp jawline, the pouty lips - and she can’t fathom how the cocky rookie idol she was in love with, millions of girls at his feet, still didn’t know what he was.

“I’m sorry, Sooah.”

She nods, sitting back down on her hips, her shoulders touching his comfortably. “I’m sorry, too.”

“Is that why you broke up with Alex?” he mumbles a few moments later. “You thought he’d break up with you over a text?”

It’s a reductive way to put it, but Sooah simply shrugs. “He didn’t have the time, anyway. He needed to focus on his work.”

“Speaking as someone who needed to focus on the same work,” he says hesitantly, his hand brushing the corner of hers on the floor, “you were always worth it.”

She bites her lip, glad he can’t see her face - or her blush. “Don’t get cheesy on me, Chim,” she murmurs, looping her pinky with his. 

“I love this song,” he says, referring to the changing track inside the house, only muffled sounds reaching them. “Dance with me?”

“Not nearly drunk enough for that.”

“Let’s fix that, then.” He gets to his feet gracefully and tugs at her wrist. “I know where Taehyung keeps the expensive vodka.”

—

It’s almost eleven pm when Yoongi, after his second scotch, fishes out his pack of cigarettes. He looks up to see Taehyung bopping towards him with a tumbler of whiskey in one hand.

“Hyung!” Still bopping, he turns to stand next to Yoongi and throws an enthusiastic arm over his shoulder. “Where are you going?”

“For a smoke. Want to come?”

“Oh. No. I’m trying to quit.” Taehyung deliberately averts his gaze from the pack and Yoongi’s eyes flicker to Dilara standing with Kaya at the far end of the room.

“Okay, then. I’ll see you in -“ Yoongi stops abruptly in his tracks when he sees a familiar figure. “Not that I care,” he begins, feeling oddly calm, “but who invited Kang freaking Chanel to this party?”

Taehyung raises his eyebrows and turns to the door to see Miso walking in, slender shoulders slightly hunched and taking in the demeanour with a blank expression as she enters with what looks like her date, someone Yoongi recognises from the marketing department. They don’t even acknowledge each other; her eyes scan the crowd cursorily and she pokes her tongue into her cheek, as though she’s already thought of five different things she doesn’t like about this party.

Already irritated, Yoongi turns to Taehyung for an answer.

“It’s a party, hyung,” is all he says, shrugging and clinking their glasses encouragingly. “I know she’s not your favourite person, but I think you two could be friends, too. She reminds me of you sometimes.” He grins and walks away to greet Miso, oblivious to Yoongi’s annoyance.

He needs a smoke more than ever now. He goes to the balcony, braving the freezing air, and gets through two whole cigarettes before his fingers turn to ice and he’s forced to return to the party. Miso is at the bar now, holding a drink and surveying the crowd with mild interest. Her date is nowhere to be seen.

Yoongi walks over to her, suddenly empathising with Jimin’s annoyance at Taehyung’s popularity. She spots him just as he reaches her.

“I really didn’t expect to see you here,” he says dryly. “Having fun?”

“Tons,” she answers. Her hair is partly pulled back; there’s something different about her face but he can’t quite put his finger on it. “I didn’t expect to be here either.”

“Taehyung says you’re friends.”

“He’s being generous. I was looking forward to seeing you, though,” she adds innocently. “At a party, surrounded by people. Out of your natural habitat.”

Yoongi knows better than to be offended, especially as she looks far more out of place than she does. “You knew I’d be here,” he states.

“Well, I guessed, since you and Taehyung are in a band and all together,” she replies seriously, as though having deduced something major. “One which is famous for many things, including being attached at the hip for three hundred days of the year.”

“You think we get sixty-five days off in the year?” He scoffs. “That’s being generous.”

Miso mock-gasps. “Min Suga complaining about work? After the high, high horse he was on a few days ago when I dared to whine about pulling an all-nighter?” She clicks her tongue, ignoring Yoongi’s roll of the eyes. “Where’s your passion, Yoongi?”

“In a studio, or a stage somewhere.” He finishes the last sip of his scotch, barely feeling the burn anymore. “Can’t stand the press junkets, if I’m being honest.”

To his surprise, she simply nods and says nothing more. She’s wearing make-up, he realises with a start. Her eyes are lined and her lips are a slightly different colour; something about the fact that she’s made an effort surprises Yoongi.

“Am I the only one at this party drinking scotch?” she asks after a moment, glancing at the bottle on the bar. “Or one of two. It looks untouched.”

Yoongi, who was just about to pour himself a third, pauses and picks up the whiskey instead. “Probably.”

“Don’t you have anyone else you’d rather be hanging out with at this party?”

“Probably,” he repeats. “But it’s Taehyung’s party and I wouldn’t be a very good friend if I left one of his guests alone. Or a very good boss,” he adds.

A brief grin flashes across Miso’s face but doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Good to know you take all aspects of your job so seriously. Must be why you’re such a good boss.”

“Yeah, that tends to happen when you work hard all your life for something with nothing to lose.”

“Obviously, I wouldn’t know anything about that.”

“Obviously.”

There’s a momentary pause that can go either way that they’re both used to by now. “You know, you really don’t have to stand here with me,” she repeats flatly. “If I’m pulling you away from something else.”

“No offence, but I’m probably the closest thing you have to a friend at this party.”

“None taken. This isn’t the kind of get-together I’d expect to have any friends at anyway.”

Is any? But Yoongi resists the urge to ask, knowing it’ll serve no purpose but to sour his mood even further. He could almost cry with relief when Namjoon walks over to them, nodding politely at Miso.

“Good to see you, Namjoon,” she says, raising her glass in response.

“You, too, of course.” He smiles his camera smile, and Yoongi almost gags. “Having a good time?”

“Yes, absolutely. Yoongi has been keeping me company.”

Namjoon’s eyes dart to Yoongi’s stony expression, the smile still frozen on his face. “That’s… so Yoongi.”

“It is.” She places her empty glass on the bar behind her. “If you’ll both excuse me, I’m going to find the ladies’ room.” With a brief smile, she sidles away.

“Kill me now,” mutters Yoongi, finishing the rest of his drink in one go.

Namjoon suppresses a snort. “You don’t have to hang out with her. Didn’t she come with someone?”

Yoongi shrugs noncommittally when Kaya joins them, coming up from behind her boyfriend. “Hey, guys,” she says, sounding a bit like she’s panting and leaning slightly into Namjoon’s side. “Sorry, am I interrupting?”

“Not at all,” answers Yoongi.

“What’s up?” Namjoon asks, placing an automatic hand on her back. “Everything okay?”

“Uh, yeah.” She fluffs out her hair. “Do you guys know the guy over there?” she asks nonchalantly, running a hand down the hem of her navy blue dress. “The one standing by the speaker, in the green jacket?”

Both Yoongi and Namjoon turn to look, spotting the bottle green jacket and the man wearing it, drinking a beer by himself and looking vaguely in their direction.

Yoongi meets his eyes for a fraction of a second before the guy looks away. “He’s in the marketing team, I think.”

“Oh.” Kaya nods. “Is he a friend of yours?”

“Not really,” says Namjoon, frowning. “Why?”

She bites her lip and shakes her head. “No reason.” She reaches for Namjoon’s drink which he lets go of absently. Yoongi notices their eyes meet briefly - knowingly - and Namjoon’s jaw clench slightly as he looks back in the same direction.

Yoongi looks at the floor and closes his eyes, feeling for the familiar shape in his pocket. He needs another smoke.

“Aye, hyung,” comes Hoseok’s voice, just before he steps outside. “You’re staying for karaoke, right?”

“Sure. Do I have to sing?”

“Everybody has to sing.” Hoseok flashes him a grin and pats his shoulder. “See you then.” Leaving Yoongi to himself, he makes his way over to Jimin and Sooah, both in a remarkably better mood than they were before.

“Hyung!” Jimin spots him and waves him over, the other hand holding Sooah’s as she stumbles to the music. “How’s it going?”

Hoseok raises his eyebrows in appreciation, for up close, both of them are also far more drunk than they were before. 

“You should be dancing with Jimin,” chimes in Sooah before Hoseok can answer. “Because I’m totally out of my depth.”

Jimin bursts out laughing and they dissolve into giggles. Hoseok doesn’t bother suppressing a smile, giving Jimin a knowing nudge when Sooah’s phone rings in her pocket.

“Oh, it’s Chae!” she exclaims before answering it. “Hey! Happy new year! I mean -“ She turns to Jimin and whispers loudly over the music. “What’s today’s date?”

“New year’s eve!”

“Are you sure?”

“No, wait -“ Jimin’s eyes go wide as he thinks about it, during which Hoseok smoothly snatched the phone from Sooah’s limp hand.

“- don’t want to go with him,” comes Chaeyoung’s voice, sounding slightly panicked. “Could you send me the number of that cab company? The one you said you used for those guests? It’ll be expensive but at least I can -“

“Wait, you’re not taking a cab in the middle of the night,” blurts out Hoseok without thinking.

“What the hell?” There’s a pause before she speaks again. “Hoseok? How did you - where’s Sooah?”

“She’s… occupied,” he says, glancing sideways at the owner of the phone, now engaged in a forehead-flicking game with Jimin. “Where are you?”

“I’m… with a friend.” The hesitation in her voice is unmistakable, like she’s hiding something from a parent. “I just wanted a number from Sooah -“

“I know you’re on a date, Chaeyoung,” he interrupts, feeling his stomach squirm uncomfortably. “Did he… is something wrong? Do you need to be picked up?”

“I -“ Her pause is enough of an answer. “I don’t want to put you out,” she says at last. “I mean, I’m fine. I just… want to leave.”

“Text me your address. And send me your live location,” he adds before hanging up and placing the phone in Sooah’s hand.

Hoseok has never been more glad that he hasn’t had a single thing to drink all night. His tolerance is nothing to brag about in any case and he wants to be alert for karaoke, his favourite section of any party. The atmosphere was enough to create a buzz in him, all of which got channelled straight into driving through the streets of Seoul until he reaches Chaeyoung’s location.

Chaeyoung is exactly where her location said when he left Taehyung’s house, meaning she hasn’t moved since then. The street is choked with traffic, though, so he parks a little way away and sets off the last three hundred metres on foot, jogging until he sees her sitting at a bus stand outside a pub. There’s a small frown on her forehead as she looks around which fades instantly the moment she spots him.

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing she says when he reaches her. She stands up and pulls her coat around her. “And thank you.”

“Are you okay?” Hoseok is about to grab her shoulders but stops himself. Her cheeks are flushed - hopefully from the cold - and her silver hoops move as she nods.

“I’m fine,” she reassures him, but still sounds shaky. “I just want to go home and -” She shudders. “I don’t want to go home with him.”

Hoseok doesn’t either. In a rare moment of relief and exasperation, he takes a step forward and hugs her with one arm, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly. “Come on. I’ll take you home.”

“I know you were a party,” she tries again as they begin walking, “and I wouldn’t have asked you -”

“You didn’t. Now stop apologising.” Hoseok slows his pace when he notices her heels. “What happened with your date, though? Did he… try something?”

Chaeyoung shakes her head, not looking at him. “No. Worse.”

A fear grips at his heart. Struggling to keep his voice steady because he doesn’t want to scare her, he tries again. “What - what happened?”

She looks up at him, considering it. “You’ll make fun of me,” she says finally, eyes narrowed. “Or worse, you’ll agree with him. And then I’ll have to jump into the river.”

“You can’t swim.”

“Exactly.”

Somewhere, Hoseok’s heart starts to slow down. This is most Chaeyoung thing, really, and he can’t understand if he’s relieved or annoyed. “I promise I won’t make fun of you,” he states. “And if it was really bad, I’ll beat him up. Okay?”

Chaeyoung gives him a small smile. “That’s sweet. But he’s twice your size.”

“Fine. I’ll get Jungkook to do it, then. I can probably bribe him with a popsicle.” He’s glad she half-chuckles at that. “Why won’t you just tell me? I really don’t think I would agree with him,” he says after a moment.

She observes for a few seconds, then takes a deep breath. “He said… he said I was too loud.”

That’s not what he was expecting. “What?”

“He said I was too loud and -” She sighs, and the words come out faster. “Part of me gets it because he’s not the first person to say it, but part of me also had to - I mean, the music was already loud in there and he wouldn’t be able to hear me -”

“Wait, he really said you were too loud?”

“Actually, I think his real problem was that I was talking too much.” She winces in embarrassment, eyes still on the ground. 

“What did he say?”

“He said that I was talking too much.” She shakes her head. “And then, of course, I got self-conscious about it and started practically counting the number of words I was saying - it just threw me off completely.” 

Hoseok chuckles without humour and glances at Chaeyoung, who’s looking up at him doubtfully. “Okay, first of all? He’s a loser. If he can’t take it, then… he’s a loser. Second of all,” he continues, “you don’t talk all that much.”

Her eyes widen in hope. “Really?”

He pauses. “Okay, maybe you talk a little more than the average person but - but -” He repeats, squeezing her shoulders as she gasps and drops her face into her hands, “it is a trait that a lot of people find cute and endearing. And if he’s not one of them, then he’s not the guy for you,” he finishes.

“You think it’s cute and endearing?”

“I mean. Theoretically.” He shrugs awkwardly. “Sure. You just have to find the right guy for that. And he’s around here somewhere.”

“And I need to stay away from the guys who think it’s annoying.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Great. So that’s him and… well, you.” She laughs sarcastically. “Two guys on the list. Perfect.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes as they near his car. This conversation took a very different turn from where his mind had gone when she’d called Sooah; the fear he’d felt  is only just occurring to him. 

“Walk on the inside of the pavement,” he mutters, holding her shoulders and moving to her other side. “And you’re not that annoying.”

“I’m not?”

“No,” he mutters, beeping his car open and going to the driver’s seat as she goes the other way. 

“So you find it cute and endearing?”

“Don’t push it.”

Chaeyoung rolls her eyes but looks marginally more cheerful as she straps herself in. “Wait, how do you know my address?” she asks, frowning at the GPS on the screen.

“Because I came to your house.” He glances at her as he reverses. “For your roommate’s party, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. That was so long ago, though.”

Hoseok doesn’t answer and Chaeyoung doesn’t push. It takes them about twenty minutes to get to her apartment in Hongdae and he has the same sense of foreboding as he did the last time at the sight of her desolate neighbourhood that just screams unsafe.

“Um…” He clears his throat as she unbuckles her seatbelt. “Is your roommate home?”

“Sungmi?” Chaeyoung shakes her head. “She’s staying at her boyfriend’s. She’s been doing that a lot lately - I think they’re planning to move in together which seems like a mistake, honestly. He smokes way too much and she can’t even -”

“Wait, you’re going to be alone?”

She frowns, a little peeved at being interrupted. “Yeah. I’m a big girl. I know how to lock my front door.”

Hoseok purses his lips and nods slowly. “Okay,” he begins, looking her right in the eye. “Do not bite my head off when I say this… but is there anyone else you can stay with tonight?”

Chaeyoung opens her mouth, then sighs. “It’s almost midnight. I can’t just barge into somebody’s house.”

“This is not a safe neighbourhood,” he implores. “You know that, right?”

Her momentary silence and aversion of her gaze tells him she knows. “I don’t have any other -”

“Can I take you to my apartment?”

Her eyes widen. “Oppa, you’ve - you’ve done enough for me tonight. I can’t ask you to -”

“You’re not asking. I’m asking.” He stares at her, hoping she won’t be Chaeyoung about this. “Can I take you home? So that you aren’t alone in your empty apartment, without your questionable roommate in an shady part of the city?”

“I -” She bites her lip uncomfortably. “Won’t that be weird? Me, squatting in your house while you’re off at a party? It’ll be like I’m using you.”

Hoseok rolls his eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic. You stayed over at Sooah’s last month.”

“Yeah, but that’s because it was late and we were drinking. Oh, and she was actually there,” she adds dryly.

He sighs, knowing how stubborn she can be about this. “Well, I didn’t want to say anything, but I was looking for a reason to get out of that party, so…” He shrugs. “This seems like a good one.”

“No way.” Chaeyoung shakes her head. “It’s your friend’s birthday, you can’t possibly -”

“Yeah, I can. Everyone’s just getting wasted and indulging in PDA. There’s nothing for me at that party. Honest,” he adds, not breaking eye contact for a moment. “Also… Chan would kill me if -”

“There it is.” Chaeyoung rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t look too annoyed. “Fine. As long as it’s just for Chan.”

There’s a twinkle in her eye when she says it. Hoseok bites his lip and holds her gaze before looking away, thinking privately that karaoke would have to wait for the next party. 

“Only for Chan.”

—

It’s late, and the party has entered the leg of debauchery where some people have started making the decision to go home. 

Yoongi stands with Seokjin and Seulgi, both of whom look appropriately tired for one a.m. He likes Seulgi; he’s sure he’s seen her at Big Hit before but this is the first time he’s properly been introduced and while he knows Seokjin is usually private about his dating life, he can’t help but admire how put together they look. Tall, modest, comfortable in their own skin - and around each other. 

They also know how to exist in comfortable silence, which is why Yoongi can’t help but feel sorry when Seokjin announces they’re going to leave.

“I need my beauty sleep,” he says wryly, “obviously.”

Seulgi glances at her phone and looks up at him. “Do you mind if we stop by Big Hit to pick up a friend? She had to work late. Her apartment is on the way to mine,” she points out.

“Yeah, of course.” Giving Yoongi a small wave, they head out with their fingers interlinked.

Yoongi considers making a move himself. He wants to stop by an electronics store in the morning on the way to the studio and if he’s being honest, this party reached beyond his depth a while ago. He does a once-over of the crowd, looking for Taehyung, but doesn’t see him. He does see Jimin and Sooah, however, passionately bickering as they continuously toss their shiny hair out of their eyes.

Jungkook stands with a girl, looking somewhat awkward but smiling nevertheless. Hoseok is nowhere to be seen, which is odd, given how excited he was about the karaoke session which began and ended without him. Yoongi had been forced into a rap battle with Namjoon, something neither of them wanted but played along with anyway, and the fact that Hoseok escaped it isn’t lost on Yoongi.

Across the living room, he sees Namjoon talking and laughing with a couple of other artists, but every few seconds his gaze darts across the room to Kaya, who’s sitting on a dining chair opposite Dilara. Both the girls look like they’re having fun, with drinks in their hands and talking animatedly, pausing when Taehyung stops by and kneels next to Dilara, clearly asking them if they’re alright.

Both girls nod and they say something, followed by them clinking their glasses and downing their drinks. Taehyung grins and pats Dilara’s thigh, kissing her cheek and going back to the party. Yoongi glances back at Namjoon, who’s now looking furtively at the guy in the green jacket before going back to Kaya, and then to his conversation.

He doesn’t know what it is, whether it’s the fact that Namjoon is being compelled to keep an eye on his girlfriend at a crowded party, or that everything was fine until she got here, but Yoongi finds himself walking down Taehyung’s hallway, checking the rooms for any sign of Miso.

It isn’t until he reaches the end that he opens the door to a dimly lit room with one light switched on, an abandoned video game on the television, and a lone figure at the pool table. Miso, leaning over the table and about to shoot, looks up with a start and relaxes when she sees who it is.

“Is this like a coping thing?” He can’t help but ask. “Finding a pool table wherever you are?”

“You could say that. Although this one is much less crowded than the one at Big Hit.” She aims and shoots, and a bright red ball falls neatly into one of the pockets.

Yoongi closes the door behind him. “Are you playing with yourself?”

“Is that your way of asking me if you can join? You know, as the closest thing I have to a friend here?”

He closes his eyes and counts to five before speaking. He’s sufficiently drunk now, enough that his usual restraint is compromised. 

“Where’s your date?” he asks abruptly.

Miso frowns, moving to another side of the table and taking aim. “My what?”

“Your date. The guy you came with?” Yoongi exhales. “The one in the green jacket.”

“Oh.” She takes aim and shoots, straightening up as another ball rolls into a corner pocket. “He’s not my date.”

“No?”

“No.” 

“You came here with him.”

“I did.” She nods, unfazed. “But I’ve said more words to you tonight than I have to him. Ever.”

Yoongi processes this, his vision swimming slightly. He takes a deep breath and wills himself to focus. “Then… why are you here with him?”

Miso is silent for a moment, taking aim again. But she doesn’t shoot. “Do you know who he is?”

“Yeah. He’s in Marketing.”

“Do you know how he got the job?”

“I’m guessing similar to how you did?”

She chuckles without humour and pockets another ball. The sound of the balls knocking together makes him flinch. “Funny.” She moves past him to stand beside him at the table, and he catches a faint scent of something expensive. “Do you know who his grandmother is?”

It takes Yoongi a few seconds longer than it usually would, but he blames it on the alcohol. Flashes of Big Hit’s most recent advertisements, sponsorship gossip and investor information comes to mind, and he nods.

“He’s a chaebol,” he states.

“Yeah. And his grandmother has recently come into a lot of money that she’s looking to invest… and my father is looking for an investment.” She pauses for a moment longer before bending forward again, this time shooting with force. A purple ball ricochets off one side and rolls into a pocket across the table.

Yoongi bites his lip, so many words coming to his mind but unable to make it out. “And she wants to see her grandson… what? Dating? Married?”

Miso moves to the opposite side of the table and her utter lack of expression seems much more forced now. “As much as I appreciate your interest in my life, Yoongi,” she says quietly, eyes trained on the eight-ball, “we’re not nearly close enough to talk about this yet.”

Yoongi licks his lips, lost for words for once. They’ve clashed before, almost every single time they’ve ever spoken. But she hasn’t quite shut down like this, not even when he’d been to her house - as her date, he realises with a start.

“I wasn’t prying,” he says.

“Yeah, you were.” She moves her arm like she’s about to shoot before apparently rethinking it, and changes her position. “But it’s okay. Can’t alienate the closest thing I have to a friend here, can I?”

Yoongi’s fingers tighten around his glass. It doesn’t seem as though he can ever win with her and it frustrates him beyond belief.

“Well, right now, he’s outside making my actual friend uncomfortable.” The words come out before he can stop them. Miso, who shoots right then, snaps up to look at him and the ball misses the pocket by an inch. “So you might want to tell him to cut it out.”

Her eyes flicker with something. Before Yoongi can process it, she averts her eyes and aims for the eight ball again. “I’m not responsible for him.” She pauses and he can see her jaw clench. “And it’s very telling that I’m the one you choose to warn, not him.”

“I’m not warning -”

He’s interrupted by the loud sound of the balls again, the eight ball making its way into a pocket this time, right next to where his hand is resting on the table. He snatches his hand away out of instinct, by which time Miso has put the cue back and is on her way out.

“Nice talking to you, Min Suga,” she mutters, brushing past him. “See you in the studio tomorrow.”

Yoongi watches her leave, exhaling loudly when she’s out. It’s incessant, the aggravation she inspires in him. With nothing left to say, he aims a kick at Taehyung’s pool table before following her out.

–

Kaya runs a hand through her long hair, forcing her fingers through the tangles at the end. The music has transcended to something older and calmer - if her mind were swimming less, she’d probably be able to identify it. 

As it is, her focus is trained on her feet and their ability to stand straight on her high heels so she doesn’t stumble. She’s admiring a picture of Taehyung’s dog on the mantle when someone else joins her. Her gut warns her before she even registers who it is.

“There you are,” he says, voice the same soft and disconcerting one as before. His English is heavily accented and Kaya tries not to make eye contact. “I love this song.”

She nods noncommittally, taking a step away from him and looking up surreptitiously at where she’d last seen Namjoon, but he isn’t there anymore. She wonders if this person had been keeping tabs on Namjoon, approaching her the one minute he’s nowhere to be seen.

“How about one last drink?”

“No, thanks,” she mutters, panicking slightly when she hears herself slur. She clears her throat and is about to leave when a girl, lanky and i.man all black, comes in between them and grabs his arm.

“Let’s go,” she tells him, her back to Kaya. “It’s late - and you still have to drop me home.”

The guy looks like he’s about to argue for a moment but then sighs and walks away. The girl makes to follow him but not before catching Kaya’s eye.

“Are you okay?” she mutters, pausing. Her English is accented, too, but differently. Kaya’s hazy guess is Australian; she nods anyway.

“Thanks.”

She nods and follows her date out of the party. Kaya exhales, wondering in irritation what this guy’s problem was. She tosses her hair off her neck, feeling flushed, when she feels a pair of hands come on her hips from behind and she jumps.

“Shit,” she gasps, seeing Namjoon behind her and allowing him to pull her to his chest. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, kissing the side of her neck. “Do you want to head out?”

“Yes,” she says instantly, realising how tired she is. “Think I’m partied out for the weekend.”

“Okay. I’m going to grab my jacket from the bedroom - should I get yours, too?”

“Do you know which one it is?”

He gives her an obvious sort of look and departs, returning about a minute later in a leather jacket and with her black coat, slung over his arm.

“Should we say bye to Taehyung?” She asks as he helps her into it. “I saw him just a minute ago -“

“He looks kind of busy.” Namjoon gestures with his eyebrows to where Taehyung and Dilara are in the middle of the living room, two of the handful of people still dancing, arms around each other and kissing without a care in the world as they sway to the music.

It’s unexpected but sweet, especially when they break away for a moment, foreheads touching and mouths moving in soft words only they can hear. It feels like an intensely private moment; Kaya looks away and nudges Namjoon.

“I don’t think he’ll really care if we leave,” she suggests, nodding when he chuckles and turns to the door.

“The magic of brand new relationships,” says Namjoon wisely as they leave, squeezing Kaya’s hand.

Kaya is still thinking about his words when they reach his house. The car drops them at the gate and they walk inside, the quiet night a nice reprieve from the loud party. Most of her focus is on placing one foot ahead of the other, but the remaining is on the sweet scene they’d encountered before leaving.

“Do you think we still have the magic?” She asks curiously, focus still on the ground. “Or do you think it’s faded?”

Namjoon scoffs slightly. “You and me? Of course not.” He tugs at their clasped hands.

She’s glad at how quick his response was, but she can’t help but prod further. “Sure? Because it’s been… almost three years. Wouldn’t be completely unheard of.”

“Do you not remember what we did three hours ago in one of Taehyung’s guest bedrooms?”

Kaya laughs, her stomach fluttering at the memory. She remembers how her heart had hammered against her rib cage just before he’d kissed her in that dark room and she suddenly feels ridiculous for questioning their relationship.

She winces a bit as they continue walking, her feet giving up in the heels. Namjoon’s building is barely a hundred metres away but it feels like miles away.

“You okay?”

“No,” she groans softly, stopping and letting go of his hand so she can place it on his shoulder for support. She picks up one foot after the other off the ground and rolls her ankles. “I can only do about four hours, tops, in these shoes.”

“Do you want to take them off?” he asks. “I’d say no because I can see at least one puddle ahead.”

“No, I can’t take them off,” she mutters, setting both her feet on the ground again and exhaling tightly. “It’s alright. I’ll be fine.”

Namjoon stays halted as she takes a few steps. “Okay, let the record show that I’m doing this to prove just how much our magic hasn’t gone anywhere,” he announces, coming up to her and gently pulling her by the waist and scooping her legs up with the other arm.

Kaya, who had somewhat expected this, giggles as she puts her arms around his neck and he starts walking. “Very show, not tell of you. Although, I didn’t actually think our magic has gone anywhere.”

“Good. Because I still find you as sexy as I did the day I met you.”

“And I still find you as sexy as I did a couple months later when you tried to glue back my Garfield mug in Amsterdam.”

“I could drop you, you know?”

She laughs again, her mind still swimming but the cold making it feel slightly better. “You would never. Not on purpose, anyway,” she amends as he carefully steps over the one puddle on their way.

“You see?” He says smugly. “I’m more capable than you think. It would have to be something huge to ever get me to - whoa!”

As though the universe has heard him, Namjoon trips over a bump in the road. He swears in Korean as they tumble down in an awkward mass of limbs, Kaya groaning as her hips hit the ground.

"Damn it," mutters Namjoon, breaking his fall with his hand. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She giggles and groans again, stretching her stocking-clad legs and leaning back on her hands. "Can we stay down here for a minute?"

Namjoon raises his eyebrows but nods. "Okay." He rests one arm over her knees, tilting his head fondly at her.

She notices. "I'm drunk," she tells him.

"I know."

“God, Dilara can drink.”

“We’ve discovered that at different points.”

"I love you."

His smile widens, the dimple popping. "I know that, too."

She leans forward slightly. "I love you," she repeats, her eyes flickering, "a lot. It scares me a little sometimes."

He frowns curiously. "Why?"

But she shakes her head. "I'm not that drunk."

"Come on, tell me," he urges, nudging her leg. 

"I -" Kaya sighs and turns to him, fingering his bangs gently. "It would suck to lose you, that's all," she says softly.

"You're not going to," he says, almost instantly.

"Yeah?"

He nods and leans forward to press a kiss to her lips. "You want me to convince you of it?"

She half-chuckles. "But it's nice and cold here."

"Yeah, baby, it's freezing."

"Fine," she agrees, rolling her eyes and holding her arms up so he can help her up and wincing. "Ugh, these shoes are a nightmare."

"You looked sexy as hell, though," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck again.

She giggles. "That makes me feel a little better about how much I spent on them."

"Come on, I'll take you up," he says, sliding a hand underneath her legs and picking her up again. This time, she's prepared as she wraps her arms around his neck.

"You were right," she says as he starts walking.

"I know. About what, though?"

She slaps him lightly on the shoulder and kisses his cheek affectionately. "We haven't lost our magic," she agrees, burying her face in his neck. "Not even a little."

—

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#but when i first was coming up with freyja i took a good deal of inspiration from one of earthsong's characters--specifically her body shape

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#5

Ozwynn’s Masterlist

Welcome! Please take a seat, and meet the cast! 

You’ll find information about my main OC and stories below, with some art reference for each of them, a short summary on who they are and their role in their setting, and links to various stories and one-shots they are included in. Additional information and AU’s will be added and marked as such (University!AU, Kaiju!AU, Borrower!AU, etc.) 

But for now please enjoy!

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GENESIS DAY/Kaiju!AU (multi-chapter story masterpost): A mysterious accident transforms the boisterous soldier Freyja Montayne into a powerful new creature of titanic proportions. Now with the help of the eccentric Alice Beauchamp, the two work to unravel the conspiracy that brought them together in the first place. 

OFFLINE VALOR/Borrower!AU (multi-chapter story masterpost): The only survivor of his desolated clan, the infamous Borrower kingslayer and assassin Rowan the Last is on the run from forces unknown. Dropped from the jaws of death, he falls into the hands of the chaotic pink-haired streamer Human Zelly Klouse-Calloway who gives him a simple promise: “you can trust me.”

GT July 2022 Masterpost: One-shots and AU’s for @gianttol​‘s GT July 2022 prompt list

Very Sure: A miscellaneous piece not tied to anyone in particular, just some of my own raw feelings regarding G/t

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Freyja Montayne (the University!AU; the Kaiju!AU)

(Giant)

(art credit goes to @chamomile-g-tea​)

Freyja Montayne is BIG in every sense of the word. Stature, laughter, love--all of it, big. And she LOVES IT. Playing Center for the Behemoth’s women rugby team, Freyja is trying to be the advocate and hype-woman anyone needs--be they small or big. If she’s not on the field, she's working out, out dancing like a dork with her friends, or spending quality time with her boyfriend Alice Beauchamp--heaven knows he needs his gigantic girlfriend to keep him on track.

You can find her in:

-GTU/University!AU story: 

Coming Soon

-GTU/University!AU one-shots:

“Okay” - (Word Count: 869): Freyja can tell something’s wrong with Alice.

“Rest Up” - (Word Count: 22): Freyja demonstrates how she "encourages” Alice to relax.

“Overwhelmed” - (Word Count: 302): Alice asks to be close tonight.

“Blossoming” - (Word count: 1192): As they cool off by the canal, Freyja wants to give Alice a budding gift.

Ask: What’s Alice + Freyja’s favorite thing to do to relax together? - (Word Count: 723): Alice & Freyja unwind at the end of the night.

Ask: What is something that Freyja does that makes Alice feel loved? - (Word Count: 652): After Freyja finishes rugby practice, the couple figure out where they’re going for dinner.

To Smite a Giant - (Word Count: 649): Freyja isn’t the only one who can flirt, and Alice isn’t the only one who can get flustered.

Sniffles, Cuddles, & Takeout - (Word Count: 972): Undeterred in the slightest, Alice fully intends on taking care of a very sick Freyja.

-Kaiju!AU: 

“Genesis Day” Masterpost: A mysterious accident transforms the boisterous soldier Freyja Montayne into a powerful new creature of titanic proportions. Now with the help of the eccentric Alice Beauchamp, the two work to unravel the conspiracy that brought them together in the first place. 

-Knight Colossus!AU: 

“The Colossus’s Cricket” - (Word Count: 2298): Lady Freyja, the Knight Colossus, returns to her little alchemist with a couple of rare, magical finds.

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154 notes - Posted May 3, 2022

#4

I struggle with a “fear of being forgotten.”

It’s manageable, but it definitely can be suffocating at times. It’s tied in to my Dad’s condition, my own mental illnesses, and just being a people pleasure.

So to feel “forgotten” is just crushing. It makes me feel so small, so overlooked, so unnoticed.

But even with those negative feelings of “feeling small” I think that’s also why I love G/t so much. It also explains why I gravitate towards the comforting and the romance and love aspects of G/t as well.

Just imagine what that might feel like.

Imagine a loved one so much bigger and capable and stronger than you--either in actuality or just by how you perceive them--and the fact that they notice you. But it wouldn’t stop there. They wouldn’t just notice you, they would love you, care for you, make sure you’re not forgotten, make sure you’re kept safe.

For all they can do and all that they are, they want you.

I know for some that’s trite and not their cup of tea. Some might bring up that it’s difficult or practical, but in my brain that’s not the point (for me, at least). 

The point is that grounding, reassurance that someone actually cares about me. Love can sometimes be the most illogical, improbable thing--and yet it’s still here.

Anywho, those are just some of my thoughts. <3 I’ve been gone from Tumblr for awhile due to some mental health reasons. I can’t promise I’ll come back full-swing, but it is nice to just kinda throw these thoughts out into the cosmos and hope it finds meaning for someone.

Love y’all. Have a wonderful day. :)

159 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

#3

I wish that media wouldn’t treat a man being saved by a woman as a joke or something to be ashamed by. I’m having childhood flashbacks of all the times I wanted to have media that allowed for men to be saved, men to be sensitive, etc. A younger me could’ve benefited immensely from that kind of healthy representation that anyone is worth saving & showing emotions.

169 notes - Posted August 17, 2022

#2

I’m feral at the idea of capable Tinies who need to slow down, and they have a Giant in their life who is going to help them learn how to rest. 

A brilliant student who has been pulling several all-nighters cramming for a final they’re definitely way overthinking, so their Giant plucks them up and says “nope you’re done, you need to rest” and tucks them in their pocket and takes them out for lunch or coffee. And the student just passes clean out in their pocket the moment they feel even just a bit of comfy fabric on their face. 

A Borrower who has known nothing but pain and desperation their whole life--one who has had to kill for every substantial meal that has sustained them. But now they’re learning what COMFORT is with a Human? And it’s scary and uncomfortable and weird? And they sort of have to be coaxed into not sleeping with their weapons every night, and allowing themselves to trust that the Human will keep them safe?

It’s not a matter of the Tinies NOT being able to handle themselves--they can and they have for a good long while, but it’s the fact that they FINALLY are allowed a moment to actually REST and feel SAFE.

281 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

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There’s something really appealing to me about the idea that a Giant might go absolutely feral and wild when discovering their Tiny s/o has been hurt or is in some kind of danger.

I just love it when the Giant is described as this “force of nature” that becomes unbridled the moment the love of their life is threatened. Not in a possessive or obsessive way, but in this passionate protection and care that comes when you’re dealing with an s/o that is something like a living thunderstorm or walking volcano.

338 notes - Posted May 16, 2022

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I posted 1,991 times in 2022

431 posts created (22%)

1,560 posts reblogged (78%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@kt--extinction

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@1dinodaily

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I tagged 1,961 of my posts in 2022

Only 2% of my posts had no tags

#dinosaur - 596 posts

#paleoart - 574 posts

#the owl house - 374 posts

#toh - 373 posts

#theropod - 329 posts

#toh spoilers - 283 posts

#paleoblr - 280 posts

#luz noceda - 184 posts

#amity blight - 170 posts

#cretaceous - 168 posts

Longest Tag: 135 characters

#the other stegosaur came from a happy meal i ended up with after i was unable to complete a delivery for mcdingdongs a couple years ago

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#5

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1,090 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

#4

Guzma is my hero. I’ve always wanted to be able to respond to trainers who wanna battle like this.

1,511 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

#3

So Prehistoric Planet is amazing. A random thought I had near the end is that we actually saw almost no dinosaurs in this episode! Just the T. rex beach trip at the start, the rest was all pterosaurs, marine reptiles, ammonites, and other friends. What a flex for a Mesozoic documentary to in its very first episode go ‘Actually we don’t even need to talk about dinosaurs, all the other amazing creatures that lived alongside them can carry an episode on their own’.

1,718 notes - Posted May 23, 2022

#2

Something unexpected that I really love about Prehistoric Planet is how it stays in a single period in time and explores it, rather than trying to cover the entire Mesozoic and show the world changing. If you showed an alien the programme with the intro cut out and the title censored, they probably would never even guess it was a show about a distant time in Earth’s past. In just being a wildlife documentary that happens to be set 66 million years ago, it’s showing the Maastrichtian world as a living, full-formed, very real world that existed for an unbelievably long time, rather than a phase in an even longer evolutionary process. Now don’t get me wrong, I love wide sweeps of evolutionary history like Walking With Dinosaurs too, but Prehistoric Planet’s vibes are very different and I never knew I needed them. In fact, I’m really hoping we won’t even see a trace of the meteorite in episode five. Let me just go on a little tangent to really get into why.

This is Trix the T. rex. I saw her in the Naturalis natural history museum. She lived and died 67 million years ago. Now, it is very easy for me to see that date and be filled with a sense of impending disaster. ‘Just before the end’ is a thought that quickly appears. But when you really think about it, that’s ludicrous. Trix lived her life, and then after she died her species continued to thrive for a million years. There’s thrice as much time between her and the Tyrannosauruses who died in the K-Pg extinction as there is between me and the first members of my species! And as for the thousands of years of recorded human history, those are a mere drop in that sea of time. Those years didn’t pass any faster back then than they do now, nor were they any less real. There were just as many moments in any one of those thousand millennia between Trix and the meteorite as there were in the millennium between me and Basil the Bulgar-slayer. If a wizard told you your species and your world would continue to thrive for a million years before eventually most of your clade would get wiped out by a terrible catastrophe, would you see your world as a doomed and temporary one about to go over a precipice? I think I would be delighted to know we have such a vast sea of time left.

This got longer and more philosophical than I expected, but the point is that I love the focus on the Maastrichtian as a diverse, living world, rather than the last age of the Mesozoic. We don’t know whether Prehistoric Planet is set a million, fifty thousand, or nine hundred years before impact, and it doesn’t really matter either. Even though all those dates are, geologically speaking, so close to the end of the Cretaceous we could barely tell the difference between them, they all have more time left than any of the animals can possibly conceive of. None of the animals we see in Prehistoric Planet have ever seen a Stegosaurus, and none of them will die as a consequence of a meteorite striking the Earth.

2,317 notes - Posted May 26, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Alador: “So, Mittens, how did you and Luz meet anyway?”

Amity: “Well, I spotted her hiding in a cauldron covered in abomination goop and-”

Alador: *sighs* “How romantic, it was always my dream to meet someone like that...”

3,252 notes - Posted May 23, 2022

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[authorangelita]

I posted 400 times in 2022

That's 298 more posts than 2021!

138 posts created (35%)

262 posts reblogged (66%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@rosieblogstuff

@impossiblepluto

@appalachianapologies

@rosies-writealong

@nativestarwrites

I tagged 370 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#macgyver 2016 - 105 posts

#ask ang things - 39 posts

#rosies june macgyver flashfic writealong - 24 posts

#wip wednesday - 17 posts

#cold open challenge - 12 posts

#foster mac au - 10 posts

#febuwhump2022 - 9 posts

#rosieblogstuff asks things - 8 posts

#white collar - 7 posts

#drabble challenge - 6 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#also i learned a lot time ago that i have more of a chance to remember what the fic is about if i title it something like hand+table+knife

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#5

Random poll that in no way has any bearing on a possible WIP idea:

If Mac were to have a twin brother, would he be:

A: a blind man who works with animals

B: a professional athlete

C: a therapist who was paralyzed in the same car accident that killed their mother

D: a secret agent for a different agency who is wildly reckless and doesn't have a Jack to watch out for him

E: none of the above

17 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

#4

Happy Saturday! I had this scene pop into my head a couple of days ago, and I don't quite know what to do with it, so I'm posting it here for now. This is in the Reunited verse where Jack was captive for 5 years because Kovacs and Mac and Riley have a son named Jay.

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Jack let himself into Mac and Riley's house and quietly closed the door.  He'd heard from Matty that Mac took the day off because Jay was sick, and Riley was out on an op with one of the other teams, so he'd high-tailed over to the house. 

Rounding the corner into the living room gave him his first glimpse of the situation.  The TV was quietly playing an episode of Spongebob – a show he'd become familiar with recently while looking after Jay – and the couch was occupied by a MacGyver men blob. 

Mac was lying on his side with his back pressed against the back of the couch, and Jay was curled up in front of him with his back to Mac's chest.  They were still in their PJs and sharing a blanket.  Jay was clutching the plush horse that Jack had gifted him, but he barely looked over at Jack when he sat in the chair by the couch. 

"Mornin'," Jack said softly.  He eyed the bucket he'd just noticed was set in easy reach by the couch, but it was empty when he craned his neck to peek inside.  "Rough night?"

Mac looked over at him with bleary eyes and nodded slowly.  "Jay caught a stomach virus, but I think he's getting better.  He's kept down some meds and Pedialyte this morning."

Jack spotted the half-empty Pedialyte bottle and a sippy cup on the table and nodded.  "And you?"

"I'm not sick, just tired."

Jack raised an eyebrow, but Mac met his gaze calmly, if a little sleepily.  He seemed to be telling the truth.  "Do you guys need anything?"

"Coffee?" Mac asked hopefully. 

Grinning, Jack stood and headed into the kitchen, where he started a pot of coffee.  He made it strong, and Mac usually hated that, but if he'd been up all night with Jay, he needed the caffeine boost.  He also dropped a couple slices of bread into the toaster and poked around in the fridge to see if there were omelet ingredients. 

He was debating how much sugar to add to Mac's mug when Mac walked into the room, yawning and stretching his arms over his head.  He grabbed the cup and downed it black, which was very unlike him.

"How long have you been up, bud?"

Mac glanced at the clock and grimaced.  "Twelve hours, give or take."

"I can stay with him if you want to go and get some actual sleep in a bed."

Mac looked over his shoulder to where Jay was sleeping on the couch.  "I might take you up on that for an hour or so.  If he feels worse or his fever spikes, just wake me up.  There's a thermometer on the coffee table."

"One that you haven't taken apart?"

Mac rolled his eyes but replied, "Riley says the child thermometer is off limits.  Always off limits."

Jack narrowed his eyes and stared Mac down for a moment.  "And how many have you replaced?"

"About five, but don't tell her."

"Secret's safe with me.  And don't worry.  Jay and I will be out here, watching TV and drinking our breakfast beverages of choice.  Do you want me to try and get some food in him?"  Jack grabbed a piece of toast that had just popped up.

"If he asks for something, you can give him some banana or applesauce.  He doesn't like plain toast."  Mac grabbed the toast from Jack's hand and took a bite as he headed toward the master bedroom.  "Thanks, man."

Jack took a minute to fix himself a cup of coffee before heading into the living room to sit back in the chair beside the couch.  Jay, now awake, looked over at him and waved with the hand that didn't have a death grip on the plush horse. 

"Hey, cowboy.  Are you feeling a little better?"

Jay nodded.

"Good.  That's real good.  You want some more of this?" He leaned forward to grab the sippy cup next to the Pedialyte bottle.  It was about half-full, which Jack decided was good enough for now. 

Jay nodded again.  This time he moved, sliding off the couch, walking to Jack, and climbing into his lap.

Setting his coffee on the side table, Jack helped Jay get settled in the crook of his arm.  He could feel the heat of the little boy's fever and worriedly pressed the back of his hand to Jay's forehead.  He was warm but not as bad as Jack first thought he was.  He handed Jay the sippy cup and picked his coffee back up.

Jack stared at the TV, not really paying attention to it, while he thought about how good Mac was with his son.  Jay adored Mac, and Mac cherished every moment with Jay. 

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18 notes - Posted November 5, 2022

#3

WIP Wednesday 9/21

Thanks for the tag @rosieblogstuff :)

A little more FosterMac here. I know where this first story is going to end, so I have a goal! :)

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Jack glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Mac staring out the window.  He was fiddling with something in his hands, but Jack couldn't see it from his angle.  "What you got there?"

Mac held up a paperclip that had been twisted into the outline of a car.

"That's impressive, bud.  What other shapes can you do?"

Riley looked over and rolled her eyes.  "He does that all the time."

Mac glared at her. "It helps me stay focused.  The paperclips."  He slipped the car sculpture into his backpack and pulled out a new paperclip, which he quickly started to bend.

"Gives you something to do with your hands," Jack said with a knowing nod.  "I knew some guys in the Army who twirled pens or made origami animals.  Helped them think and kept them sitting still."

Mac dropped his paperclip and looked up at Jack in surprise like he'd never known anyone who understood it when he explained it. 

Jack smiled and pulled into his parking spot in front of the Dalton-Davis house.  Diane's car was in the driveway, and Jack was glad she was home.  The three made a mad dash for the front door through the increasingly worse rainstorm.

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18 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

#2

I was rewatching Scissors (S01E11) tonight. Can we talk about how Mac got Jack a Snuggie for Christmas? Is Jack cold a lot during movie nights at Mac's? Or did Mac want to give him something that was soft and comfortable? Because Jack is so often jumping in front of whoever is after Mac and getting banged up, so he's sore and surly unless he has a nice soft blanket. Or was it a joke gift because Mac didn't know what to get Jack? There are so many possibilities!

25 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Meta: Mac's Army Service Uniform

I've been meaning to post this for a while, and I was finally able to finish up the last bit of research. I did a deep dive into Mac's Army Service Uniform because I was super curious what it would say about his Army service. These observations are based on screenshots from S05E05 Jack + Kinematics + Safe Cracker + MgKNO3 + GTO.

Beret

The flash is blue with white stars, which represents the Department of the Army. Source

The distinctive unit insignia on his beret is for the 1st Armored Division.  The 1st Armored Division is an active unit of the US Army located in Fort Bliss, Texas. Known as the “Old Ironsides” and consists of over 17,000 soldiers. Source  More info

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31 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

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[barrowsteeth]

i'm one of your anons who keeps asking about your gifmaking process, so sorry if this is bothersome! i have a couple of questions, if you don't mind.

the tutorials you've linked in your (very helpful) replies all seem to focus on photoshop. is that what you use exclusively?

and a more specific question, about your yr ball set from last week, can you give a basic overview of how you did your coloring? i saw that it took you many hours to do the set and the colors are beautiful. i just don't have any idea where to start and my dark scene gifs always look muddy even when i try to add color.

Hi anon! I don't mind answering your questions at all!

The first question is easy -- I use photoshop CC for all of my giffing and photo editing. I know there are other tools out there, some of which are free, but I don't know enough about them to make recommendations. If anyone reading this knows of a comparable alternative, please drop it in the notes.

Your second question is difficult to answer because every gif I make is hand colored, which means I start from scratch on each of my gifs and don't use saved color schemes. I can tell you the basics of what I did for one gif so you can see the process I follow even though the adjustment layers will be different for each gif in the set. We'll use this one as an example. 

(This got long, so putting the rest under the cut.)

Since you asked specifically about coloring, let's assume we're starting with a basic, sharpened gif. The first thing I do is adjust the base brightness and contrast. In the above gif, I played around with using Exposure and Levels. I also often use Curves instead of (or along with) Exposure. It all depends on the scene. In this gif, I ended up using two Exposure layers with a Levels layer in between. My best advice is to always start with small adjustments and tweak up from there.

Next is Color Balance. I leaned heavily into Blues in this gif because I wanted to capture the color and texture of Wille's costume as much as possible. You'll see I also have additional blue selective color layers too.

Next, I adjusted the coloring using a lot of Selective Color layers. I like to use separate layers for each major color adjustment instead of doing several colors at once. Black for helping with contrast. Blue for the reasons stated above. Red and Yellow are what I mainly use to achive skin tone. A nudge of magenta can help with lip tone. Brightening or softening whites is great in a scene like this for Wille's wig.

Finally, I always finish coloring with Contrast and Vibrance. Values vary but I rarely adjust brightness or saturation here. I'd rather do that in the previous layers.

And my last layer on all of my gifs is either a black to white gradient layer (soft light, 3-5%), or a solid black or white fill layer (also 3-5%). Like everything else, it depends on the gif, but I find it adds a little extra crispness to the final product.

Sorry this got so long, anon, but I hope you find it helpful. As I said above, start with small adjustments. Use the slider to see what each contrast or color adjustment will do to your gif, then change values by a couple percent at a time. Sometimes nudging things up or down 1-2% can make all the difference. And brighten dark gifs slowly! Big brightness adjustments can lead to grainy, washed out final gifs in my experience.

Feel free to reach out again with additional questions, and you're welcome to tag me #userbarrow in your posts so I can reblog your creations! Good luck!

[peterthepark]

streets

pairing: tasm!peter parker x black cat!reader

summary: peter parker has had enough dealing with strays like you, the black cat. when he shows up to your hideout uninvited, he tries to correct your behavior - yet peter finds himself falling for your tricks, and can’t help but give in to your sweet claws.

tags: pure nsfw filth, graphic 18+ smut, oral sex (m receiving and f receiving), fingering, witty banter, degrading, anger issues, blood and mentions of wounds from fighting, choking, lots of sexual tension, no protection but wrap it before u tap it

note: enjoy my first peter smut! probably did not edit this, so forgive any typos! feel free to reblog and leave feedback <3 mwah! (based off of doja cat’s “streets”) this is literally pure sin and i hope u love it!!

Rain patters against the thick garage door, thunder booming from the outside of a dark New York night. Peter’s fingers trail down the edge of a cold, metal table. He feels the coolness through the material of his Spider-Man suit, and it’s enough to make him uneasy. Though, the contents atop of the table is what sends a shiver down his spine, and his hands hover over quite personal pictures of you, the Black Cat.

Peter knew you by the alias Felicia Hardy, but it didn’t take much for him to figure out you were straight bluffing. He figured out your name through your own disclosure, when he personally revealed himself to you after you begrudgingly helped him in stopping a bank heist. You, of course, had gotten a couple money clips and jewels out if it. (Peter didn’t know that, but he had suspected something of the sorts). He was drawn to you in the same manner you were to him. Occasionally, you would be of assistance to him, but those times were rare. Peter viewed you as a thief, and you were a nuisance to the city.

Perhaps, he saw you as a threat or a challenge.

On the other hand, you saw Peter as someone to conquer. He had secrets that you wanted to uncover, but you committed crimes that he couldn’t just let slide because of your history.

His cheeks flush as he sifts through the collection of the grainy photographs - you were barely dressed in any of them. Was there ever a time Peter hadn’t seen you out of that stupid - but fucking hot - latex suit? His body grows warmer as he pauses at the final picture, mouth agape. This was inappropriate, an invasion of your privacy. He shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t have snuck in. He felt almost dirty staring, no, memorizing it. You were wearing nothing but a see-through red lace set - a Spider-Man bandage covering the small gash on your upper thigh and the split skin on your cheekbone. His fingers traced the outline of the cobweb pasties beneath your bra.

His eyes flicker to the bounce of light across the room, and the soft scuffle of boots against the concrete floor. The hairs on his body stand up as imminent danger fills his senses, and he turns in time to see a shadow sitting in the dark.

“You can stare all you want, Spidey...” The room illuminates with a dark red light as you turn on the spotlight beside you. Peter drops the picture, letting it land at his foot as he looks at you straddling the arm of a jeweled, velvet throne. God, that voice. You smirk at him with painted lips, mask nowhere to be seen. You were baring yourself to him. “But the real deal is right here.” His breath hitches, and you notice. “Hello, Peter.”

You shift your weight on your hands, leaning forward on the armrest. Peter clenches his jaw, fighting off the urge to look at the curvature of your hips and the way you sat so perfectly on the furniture.

“Y/N, what the hell are you up to?”

There’s distance between your two bodies. Peter looks as if he’s unsure in leaving his place by the table, letting his arms rest by his sides as he remains in a defensive stance.

“I’m up to no good.” You mewl with a pout, nails following down the seam of your outer thigh. “Are you here to punish me?”

“What the fuck are you thinking… pulling off a robbery like that?” He growls angrily. You see it in the curl of his lip, the snarl of his mouth, the way he grinds his teeth together. “You’re stupid, Y/N. You don’t think, ever! I told you specifically not to mess with Kingpin…”

You interrupt him, and your façade breaks for a second.“Oh, fuck off, Peter.” The brunette is caught off guard, and he carefully studies the way you break eye contact.

“I told you if you’re gonna take him down, you’re not doing it alone.” He scolds, wagging a pointed finger at you. Peter’s words clash together as he hurriedly speaks, almost as if he weren’t able to say everything in one sentence, you wouldn’t hear him. “You never fucking listen, Y/N. I don’t know why I even trusted you to begin with. You’re a criminal. This is so below me.”

“The Black Cat is never to be trusted.” You say calmly now, sliding off the armrest as you stand across from Peter. “And yet here you are,” You coo as you approach him slowly. He doesn’t level his stare at you, and you look up at the spider through innocent lashes. Your knuckles ghost over the dried blood on his cheek, “…coming back for more.”

He swats your hand away in a flash, pinning it over your head as he roughly backs you up against the scrap metal garage door with long strides. Your head and back hits it with a loud bang, and you let out a pained groan from the harsh contact. Peter’s eyes bore into you like daggers, searching your face for remorse. He’s breathing heavily, hand still gripping tightly around your pinned wrist and the other digging into your abdomen. You make use of your opposite hand - the one that’s free - and claw down the side of his face with a grunt, throwing him against the door as well. He clutches the right side of his body as the gashes on his face reopen.

“Don’t fight me, Peter.” You close the distance between you two, standing behind him while his back faces you. The whisper of your voice tickles his ear, and he wonders what it would be like to hear you plead his name. You place a kiss on his wounded shoulder, “You know I’ll win, hm?”

“I hate you. You don’t understand how badly I wanna…”

He looks down, balling his hands into fists with a defeated sigh. Peter turns to face you. There’s a slight difference in his posture, and he’s slumped over in pain. Blood trickles down the side of his jaw, and you mindlessly reach out to wipe it. Peter winces, catching your thumb before you pull away. He studies the blood-covered digit, how the dark liquid shines on your latex glove. Peter’s lips part as he takes your thumb into his mouth, sucking the blood off of it.

You hold back a moan, never tearing away from his intense glare. You nearly whine when your finger leaves the warmth of his tongue, and he lets it go lazily.

“Who were those photos for?” He asks you with an accusatory tone.

“For myself.”

The front of his webbed suit rubs against your chest. “No, I don’t believe you. Try that again, Y/N.”

“For you.” You whisper longingly, eyes blown with lust. Peter shudders.

“You’re filthy for that.” Peter’s moral compass turns sour, and he forgets what he’s here for when he sees you rub your thighs together. Without thought, he reaches over your collarbone, pushing your hair away from your face. “Filthy girl.”

You chuckle cockily, humming in approval as Peter’s bloodied fingers trail down your neck. They wrap around your throat like they were meant to be there from the beginning. Your smile grows wider, and Peter draws you close to his body.

“Guess you aren’t such a good guy after all, Spidey.” You remark, fighting off a grin as a provoked Peter shoves you against the metal table. He has you turned around in his grasp, so that your back is to him and your ass is pressed up against his dick. He bends you over just enough, and his other hand grabs a fistful of your hair.

“Look at those fucking pictures.” He holds you, so that you have no choice to admire the self-portraits littered about. “All for me? Is that right?”

“Yes,” You gulp, breathless. “All the times you caught me stealing… and sent me home with nothing… I couldn’t help but think about you and what you could do to me.” You submit for now, knowing you weren’t in a position to undermine Peter’s strength. But you let the back of your heel follow up Peter’s thigh, just above his knee to tease him. He groans audibly, and you take that moment of vulnerability to press up against him harder.

“God, you’re fucking…” Peter hisses, unable to resist your sweet voice and the way you sounded so desperate for him. He kisses the underside of your jaw, peppering them across your body till he turns you and kisses you roughly on the lips.

“I thought about you, taking me in handcuffs.” You say between kisses. “I thought about you fucking me in that museum. In a police car. In the alleyway where we first fought. In the bed of my apartment.” Peter whines loudly, his lips messily searching for yours. He’s hard at the thought of you just even thinking of him that way. You fantasized him, the way he did to you. “I think about you fucking me now.”

“If I don’t? Are you gonna beg, Y/N?” Peter reaches for the zipper of your suit, toying with it. “Beg for it.”

“No, I don’t beg.” You growl, leading him by his arm. He follows, surprisingly. And he’s in awe as you push him onto your (stolen) velvet throne to straddle him. “But you, Peter, you’ll beg.” You take his hands into yours, guiding them down your breasts, your stomach, your thighs, till you lead them back to the zipper of the latex suit.

Peter doesn’t wait any longer, pulling it down the tracks without care. It breaks, and Peter pushes the suit down your front hastily. “Oops,” He whispers against your flesh, nursing a mark on your neck. “Forgive me, Y/N.” His big hands cup your bare breasts, not even questioning your lack of a bra. He stares, lips wet and stained from your gloss.

He takes a nipple between his mouth, eyes flickering up at you for approval. You nod rapidly, cradling the back of his head as your jaw hung open in pleasure. Peter’s nails dig into the tenderness of your hips that you grind against him, earning a breathy moan from the hero.

“Oh, Peter…” You run your hands through his wild hair, tugging at the brown locks. “You’re so pretty like that. Fucking… god, I can feel you under me.”

Peter pulls away momentarily, attacking your lips once more. He tastes of saliva and blood. “I can’t get enough of you already. You’re gorgeous, and I’m so fucking hungry for you.” You feel his hips buck up into you, and you have to place your hands against his chest to calm him. He looks like he’s on the verge of tears, and you soothe him with kisses down his clothed chest.

You watch him intently as you slide onto your knees and slowly run your tongue down the spider logo on his sternum, pressing a gentle kiss to the black symbol. It’s enough to have him forget his name, and he throws his head back as he prays an ‘Oh, fuck’ into the thick air.

It was like you were tainting him, poisoning him, corrupting him… and he liked it.

He wouldn’t be able to look at the symbol the same ever again.

He reaches to unzip the honorable suit, and you make use of the time to get rid of yours as well. Peter’s in nothing but his underwear, and you admire the way his abs shine with sweat under the red light. Your black nails draw down the middle of his stomach, and your core warms at the sight of the hairs beneath his waistband. You tease, brushing over his clothed hard cock with a mocking moan.

“Please, Y/N.” He mumbles.

“Please what?” You rest your head against him, drawing hearts around his knee. “Do you wanna fuck me, Peter?” A pornographic moan slips from his body, and it takes everything in you not to give in immediately. “Do you wanna fuck my mouth?”

He nods, “Gonna watch you, make sure you take all of it.” There’s a constant back and forth of dominance between the two of you - was it a vigilante thing? You weren’t sure, but you were wet and you didn’t care.

“Are you sure you just don’t want me to shut up?”

“Oh, trust me. I’ll make you shut up.”

Peter’s pride grows extensively as he admires the adorned marks on your neck and chest. His.

He marked you, the Black Cat, once untamed and untouchable - yet now, he has you on your knees, his cock in your hands. You pull his underwear down, flinging it to the side in the darkness of the garage. Peter’s tip is a bright pink, dripping with precum. Your tongue follows the vein on the underside of his cock, a smile breaking out on your face as his moans spur you on.

“Such a pretty sight.” He comments, running a hand through your hair. His thumb strokes the back of your head, gently and softly. Peter looks like he’s afraid to hurt you, as if he hasn’t thrown you off buildings and kicked your ass before. He notices the fingerprints on your neck, and he remembers to be a little more careful with how he handles you. “Y/N… shit, that feels so good.”

You take note of how Peter’s hand envelopes your free one, interlocking your fingers together. It makes you feel safe, and you feel your face flush. You let your thumb press against the slit of his cock, before you shift to take him into your mouth. He marvels at the sensation, your hooded eyes gazing up at him as you bob your head up and down the shaft.

“I’ve… Y/N, I’ve fantasized about you, too.” He confesses, guiding your head down. He closes his eyes as you gag wonderfully around him, and he stops to recollect his thoughts. “I’ve imagined how your lips would feel against mine. How fucking amazing your body would look under that beautiful suit.” You take all of him, hand splaying against his thigh tightly. His voice lowers with a rasp. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you look without it? Fuck, Y/N, you - you do things to me. I wanna please you. I wanna make you cum. Christ, I can’t.”

Peter’s hips buck up once again, and he’s quick to pull you off before he has an early release. You send him a questioning look, and he shakes his head at you. “You keep going like that, I’ll cum all over you.”

“Aw, boo. Should’ve done it.” He pats the seat of the throne, scooting over to make room for you. “I would’ve savored every damn drop.”

You sit atop of the armrest, parting your legs for Peter. Somewhere along the blowjob, your panties had ended up on the floor. Your folds were wet with slick, nearly dripping down your inner thighs.

“Oh, Y/N, you’re so wet.” Peter croons, spreading your legs further apart as his tongue flicks up your clit. You jolt, suppressing the moan from your lips. Peter whispers against your mound as his eyes meet yours, fingers playing with your entrance. “Don’t go quiet on me now. I wanna hear you, angel.”

“Peter, please put your fingers inside me.” You moan with wanton, cupping your hand over your mouth as his middle finger curls into you. His tongue laps at your clit, and Peter watches you like a hawk.

He finds pleasure in your reaction - the arching of your back, the way you’d push yourself against his finger as if it wasn’t enough, the needy expression on your face. He adds another digit, his ring finger, and copies the ‘O’ shape of your mouth as he pushes against your g-spot.

“Feels good?” He asks, before he replaces his fingers with his tongue.

Peter Parker eating pussy was a sight for sore eyes. His jaw flexed as he tilted his head, angling his tongue better inside you. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, and it was hot to see someone so riled up by another person’s pleasure.

“Holy… fuck, I wanna come. Can I come?” You try to move his hand away from your clit, but he keeps circling, pulling you closer to the edge. “Peter, I’m gonna - shit, I love your mouth. I love it so much.”

You cry out of his frustration when his talented mouth leaves you, and you embarrassingly plead when his fingers fill you up once more. They pump in out of you, curling as the squelching of your juices echoed throughout the dim room. Peter’s wrist snaps in and out, and his fingers are buried to the hilt as your walls tighten around them.

“Mhm, go on. You’ve earned it. Cum, Y/N.” He praises you, and you gasp through chants of Peter’s name as you squirt all over his hand. He chuckles, awed by your capabilities. “You’re so perfect. My filthy, filthy fucking girl.”

You’re a mess by the time Peter takes you into his arms and positions you into the throne. He lays you onto your back, pushing your knees up to your chest. He quickly pumps his cock, hissing at the sensitivity in his tip.

“You’re okay?” He asks you, and you recognize the softness of Peter Parker in his hazy gaze.

“Yes. Fuck me.”

“Good.” He pushes himself into you, fully. Peter’s cock feels big, and it fills you up snugly. You clench around him, adjusting to the girth as he rubbed saliva against your clit. “We’re not done with each other yet.”

You moaned, out of pain and out of pleasure as he leaned over you. His right hand finds solace around your neck, while the other grips onto the curve of your ass. Peter’s hips snap at a slow antagonizing pace, and you fear that you’ll cum again before he’s gotten to properly fuck you.

“Peter, oh my god. It feels so good.” You stare into his warm eyes, hands scratching against the expanse of his wide back. The intimacy of seeing your dilated pupils, the quiver in your lip, the feeling of your throat gasping for freedom pushes him to go faster. His thrusts are messy, and he moans your name at the sight of cum dribbling down your ass.

“Y/N, I’m right there.” He manhandles you without difficulty, turning you so that your ass was in the air and your tits were pushed up against the velvet cushions. “Your pussy is so tight, like it was meant for me. And me, only.”

“Just for you. I’m yours for tonight.” You breathe out, squealing when Peter’s strong arms wrap around the front of your stomach so you were pressed upright against him. “I’ve dreamed of you being inside me.”

He fucks you harder, and you pull his head down to kiss at your neck. Peter bites down on your skin, moaning with cries of pleasure as your hips came to meet his.

“You’re mine always, Y/N.”

You cum at that. Peter has to steady you, forcing your eyes to stay open as he admires the lustful stars in your irises.

“Oh, god, Peter.” A tear falls down your cheek, and Peter kisses it into nothingness. “I’ve always wanted this. Always wanted you.”

He grunts, and the laziness of his hips give him away.

Peter cums inside you, and your thighs tremble at the new feeling of warmth and fullness within you. He falls forward, trapping you against the throne and his heaving chest.

“I want you, too.” He whispers, the sweat in his hair mixing with the sweat on your neck as his head drops to kiss your clavicle. Both of your heavy breaths fill the air, and Peter finds it hard to move away from you.

Was he guilty? Were you?

Hesitantly, you turn your head to look into his concerned eyes.

“Well, Spider-Man knows how to fuck.” You say, matter of factly.

He laughs at that, and you hiss when Peter slowly pulls out of you. Cum drips from between your legs, and Peter uses a nearby tissue to clean it. He gingerly wipes away any remnants from your body, even cleaning the bloodstains he had transferred onto you as a result of his wounds.

He’s tender. The gesture doesn’t go unnoticed.

“And Black Cat can be tamed.” He bites his lip, brushing the matted hair away from your face. You’re about to speak before he beats you to it, “Y/N…”

“Peter?”

The tone of his voice is apologetic, and soft.

“I think I should go.” He blushes, looking unsure and you see hesitation in the way he tries to reach for you. You silently hand him his suit, his fingertips lingering over your palm for too long.

You turn away from one another as you redress, and he clears his throat when you’re finished. You spin to meet his eyes, and you see it.

Longing.

Your hands shakily trace over the black spider symbol of his suit, contrasting from the confidence you had bared to him earlier.

He doesn’t say anything, but he takes you into his arms without mention.

“I won’t let you go after Kingpin alone.” He rasps, and you try to wipe at the lipstick stain on his Adam’s apple.

“Then come with me. I can end this.”

Your face glimmers of fear, and he recognizes a roughened, nervous Y/N - no sight of the cocky Felicia Hardy he had fought before.

“Okay.”

Peter moves to cradle your chin, his swollen lips ghosting over yours. He kisses you, his index and middle finger settling on either side of your ear as his thumb presses into your skin.

Spider-Man knew the Black Cat was horrible for him, like you were an oil spill - a darkness dominating over the serenity of water.

But there was no one else in the city like you.

Peter Parker was drawn to your darkness and your mystery.

Maybe he was made to play in the shadows, or maybe he was just another toy in a cat’s game.

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[theweasleysredhair]

Breathless [F.W.]

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 2783

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: “Stop biting that fucking lip!” In which Y/n is a sales assistant working in the Weasley’s store; Fred likes her but finds it difficult to show this, especially since all he wants to do is to throw her against a wall and shag her.

WARNING: this is NSFW, 18+, smutty, sexy times, idk how else to say it. read with caution. or delight. idk anymore.

Tags: @gracemayhateyou @wand3ringr0s3 @theweirdsideofstuff @harrysweasleys @thoseofgreatambition

Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: I DID A THING (Fred Weasley is one hot motherfucker just saying)

also this was supposed to be a drabble... oops?

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PLEASE DO NOT REPOST MY WORK! REBLOGS ARE ABSOLUTELY FINE! <3

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Fred wondered why he had hired you.

Well he knew why he had - because you were amazing at your job - but right now, as he watched you, bent slightly at the waist, interacting with some young children who had entered the shop, he severely regretted his decision. The only reason for this was that, due to the nice summer weather, you had decided to wear a skirt. A form-fitting skirt. A skirt that made Fred’s pants a tad too form-fitting themselves.

It wasn’t your fault - the sun had come as a welcome change, prompting the majority of people to be wearing lighter clothes as they hurried through Diagon Alley, so as to beat the heat. You’d just happened to have chosen a skirt that made Fred wish he could bend you over the till counter and pull said skirt up to your waist.

He couldn’t help the way his eyes wandered down your form to the curve of your bum as you reached up to grab products for the customers you were with, or - even better - this morning when you had bent down to pick up something someone (Fred) had dropped. His heart was pounding from the thought, and he was still trying to live down the fact he’d had to ask to swap with George, who was behind the till, in order to hide a certain problem of his from customers and from you - something George had found hilarious, joking about it every time he passed his twin throughout the rest of the day - “Alright there, Freddie? Working hard are we?” - earning more than a few glares.

Merlin though, Fred wanted you. He wanted to be able to kiss you, hold you, love you openly. He wanted to ask you for your input on new inventions, to ask you for your opinion on anything - everything. To be the last one to kiss you at night and the first thing you saw in the morning. And he definitely wanted you in his bed. Or in the shower. Or against the wall.

Preferably all of the above.

He couldn’t remember when he first caught feelings - sometime during your years at Hogwarts, but Fred couldn’t pinpoint exactly when he realised he was in love with you as opposed to just loving you. Perhaps it was that one game of truth or dare that lead to you kissing him - a thought he savoured and thought back to a lot. The way your lips felt against his and how he was able to hold you close in that moment.

All he knew was that he was left breathless in your presence.

He spent the rest of the day with thoughts of you in his head, swirling around as he tried to focus on serving customers. This proved a difficult feat considering you were right by him on the shop floor - talking, laughing, smiling. Fred cursed himself for being so caught up on you, but he couldn’t help himself.

He was so wrapped up in watching the way your lips turned up into a smile, the way your hips swayed as you walked, imagining how they’d feel against his own that he nearly missed George bidding his goodbyes after the store had closed for the day - something about meeting Angelina - as he made himself busy tidying one of the stands near the entrance.

“Hey Fred?” You called from the storage room. Fred blinked, pulling his thoughts away from his fantasies and back into reality, “Yeah?”

There was silence for a moment, and Fred placed the vial he was holding back into its place before wandering over to the storage room just as you entered back onto the shop floor.

“George asked if we could find a place to put these new products,” you said, bringing out a couple of trays of a new product designed to give the taker the temporary ability to read minds.

Fred frowned slightly. He knew for a fact that this product was supposed to be set up at the weekend, not today, before he both cursed and thanked George mentally as he realised his twin had given him some time alone with you - and an excuse as to why.

You’d placed the trays down and began looking around the shop, trying to work out the best place to display them, absent-mindedly pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you did.

Fred’s gaze was directed at where your teeth met your lip and he swallowed, his jaw clenching as he imagined himself being the one biting your lip, and what sounds you’d make whilst he was doing so.

In his haze, he hadn’t realised you’d moved to the opposite side of the till counter, placing some other products you’d taken from another display down as you leant on the counter yourself. The movement caused Fred to glance over at you and his breath immediately hitched in his throat.

He could’ve sworn your top was buttoned all the way to your collar just moments ago and yet now, as you were leaning on your elbows on the counter as you spoke about the idea for the display you had, all he could focus on was the sight of the top of your breasts, in perfect view from the way your top had fallen as you’d leant.

“I suppose we could always move the love potions stand to the other side of the shop,” you looked up at Fred to see his response and instead were met with a soft gaze and no hint that he’d heard what you’d said. You raised your hand up in front of his face, an amused smile now playing on your lips as you watched him jump slightly, pulling him from whatever daydream he’d concocted in his head.

“I’m sorry, love, what we’re you saying?” He reaches up to stroke the back of his neck sheepishly.

“Were you not listening again?” You teased, giving him a playful eye roll. “I’m sorry, I was just distracted,” he replied.

“By what?”

Fred cleared his throat, not wanting to admit that he was very much imagining throwing you against the nearest wall and snogging the hell out of you. He instead changed the subject, he hoped subtly, as he returned his focus to the tray of products on the counter, “We could move the Pygmy puffs over and put the new stand nearer the front.”

“That could work,” you looked around and bit your lip in thought again, “Yeah and then we could move...”

But Fred’s focus was lost again. He knew he should be paying attention, that you’d beg him to know what had him so distracted but he couldn’t help it. Not when you were stood barely five feet in front of him, with your top practically unbuttoned and your skirt hugging your curves the way it was.

“What do you think?” You turned back to him happily, before seeing him in a trance again, “Um... Fred?”

Fred blinked, “Oh um yeah, yeah sure, sounds good!”

“Okay good! And then where should we move the snack boxes to...” And there you went again with the lip biting. Merlin, were you doing it on purpose? Could you tell how badly it was affecting him?

And suddenly Fred was only vaguely aware of you being mid sentence as he interrupted your planning with a growl, “Will you stop biting that fucking lip?!”

You jumped, a bewildered look dancing across your features, “What?”

“Stop. Biting. That. Fucking. Lip.” He spoke in a low tone that hit you between your legs and your mouth dropped slightly.

That’s when you saw it. His skin flushed, jaw clenched. His darkening eyes. Your own eyes wandered down his suit-clad arms, sleeves rolled to his elbows and displaying his toned forearms, knuckles white from gripping onto the counter.

You watched his tongue dart out to swipe across his bottom lip and nearly whimpered.

“Oh yeah? Or what?” You challenged him, purposely pulling your bottom lip between your teeth again.

“Or this!”

And suddenly Fred had slammed you against the nearest flat wall, his hands around your wrists as he easily pushed your arms up above your head. Your chests were pressed together, heaving from the deep breaths you were taking, his forehead resting on yours before he crashed his lips against your own.

He held onto your wrists with one hand, using the other to pull you closer to him by your hip, his tongue licking into your mouth as you moaned, completely taken by the man pressed against you. He ran his tongue across your bottom lip and gently nibbled, finally finding out what it felt like to bite your fucking lip.

You felt him through his pants, hard against your thigh as you sighed into his mouth, your hips rolling against his and making him let out a guttural moan.

He dropped his grip from your wrists just long enough to shake off his suit jacket, leaving him in his shirt as you ran your hands down his chest, revelling in the feel of his abs through the material.

His lips were still on yours, as if he was trying to imprint the feel of kissing you into his brain forever. In case this was a one time thing. In case it never happened again.

And then suddenly his mind was taken over by the feeling of your hands on his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as his own hands ran along the skin underneath your own shirt, fingertips reaching up to dance along the base of your bra, his hands gripping your back as you worked to take each others’ clothing off.

You pulled away for just a moment, pulling your shirt over your head as Fred did the same, throwing your bra somewhere in the middle of the floor, instantly forgotten as Fred put his hands back on you.

You shimmied your skirt down before making quick work of getting Fred out of his pants, mouth almost watering when you saw his hard cock pressing against the material of his boxers.

He pushed his lips back on yours, holding your bum as your hands reached around his neck to pull at the tufts of hair there, earning what you could only describe as a growl from him.

“Tell me to stop,” he groaned, taking in the sight of you, breathless and writhing under him.

“What if... I don’t want... you to stop,” you gasped as his mouth ghosted down your jaw, pressing the occasional open mouthed kiss to your skin.

“You want me to keep going?” He asked, sucking at the skin just below your jawline. “I want you to make me feel good,” you said as you stared up into his dark eyes.

“Darling, I can make you feel better than good,” Fred promised with a smirk.

His lips were then busy licking down your neck, towards your chest and he gently teased a nipple into his mouth, nibbling and earning breathy moans from you. One hand gripped your bum as the other held the back of your thigh, slowly moving round and under your skirt as he lightly ran a finger along the lace of your underwear. “This wet just for me?” He grinned, pulling away from your breast to meet your gaze as you nodded breathlessly, “All for you, Freddie.”

“I like the sound of that,” he replied as he moved to your other breast, giving it the same attention as he hooked a finger under the band of your underwear.

He began trailing kisses down your stomach and then kneeled before you, slowly pulling your underwear down your legs before pausing, looking up at you, “These expensive?”

“I can buy more.”

And with that, he ripped them from your legs, throwing them off to the side, falling somewhere with your discarded shirts.

His warm breath hit between your legs and he gripped your thighs before plunging his tongue inside of you, licking into you and making you gasp. The sound you made when he gently bit your clit was downright filthy, and you swore you could feel Fred smirking against you. He pushed his fingers into you, lazily thrusting them in and out as you leant against the wall, eyes closing in pleasure.

Just as you felt yourself getting close, your breathing staggered as you edged towards your climax, Fred decided to pull away from you, the cold air hitting you suddenly, making you open your eyes and you whimpered at the loss of contact.

“Look at you, being so needy. My needy girl, huh? I’ll make you cum, don’t worry, I’m just... dragging it out a little,” Fred smirked as he stood up, his fingers suddenly entering you again but this time only moving slowly.

You desperately thrust your hips into his hand, hoping for more friction, sighing frustratedly as he tutted and removed his hand completely.

He stepped away from you, pulling his underwear off and you finally caught the sight of his cock, long and thick, precum covering the tip. He grabbed himself, slowly stroking himself as he stepped back towards you.

“Can I..?” You spoke, your eyes following his hands. “Be my guest, princess.”

Fred could’ve died happy, he thought, with your pretty lips around his cock, your hands pumping what wouldn’t fit into your mouth, letting out groans as your tongue swirled around the tip.

He felt himself twitch, when suddenly you’d pulled away and he knew as he watched you stand up with your swollen lips curling into a smile that it was your way of paying him back for denying you yours before.

“Dangerous game you’re playing here, love,” He warned, stepping towards you.

“I’m playing to win,” you replied, crossing your arms over your chest and absent-mindedly pushing your breasts up with the action.

Fred groaned, “I need to be inside of you.”

His hands were back on you, kissing you again before he guided himself to push inside of you. You both groaned together, breaths hitting the other as he thrusted up into you, pinning you against the wall. He grabbed your waist, his muscles flexing, sweat beading along his collarbone as you leant forward to kiss his neck, biting the spot under his ear that made him suddenly moan and his hips stutter.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well,” he breathed out, his abs tightening with every push into you.

He then nodded over to the till counter just behind you, “See that counter? I’ve been thinking about bending you over it all day.”

“Then why don’t you?” You gasped out your breath hitching in your throat as he gave a particularly deep thrust.

Without a reply, he pulled out of you, making you whimper at the empty feeling, before pulling you over to the counter quickly. He shoved the product trays onto the floor, unbothered by them crashing to the floor as he pressed a rough, dirty kiss to your lips before turning you around and bending you over like he’d imagined so many times before. His hands roamed across your bum, squeezing before pushing back into you and making you cry out.

His hands were on your waist as he pounded into you, before he reached around to pull you up so your back hit his chest, both of you glancing towards the large front window of the shop.

“Anyone could come by and see us, but you don’t care about that do you? Just as long as I keep making you feel good,” he growled in your ear, and you felt yourself clench around his cock, earning a groan from him.

“Freddie,” you whispered, your head falling back against his shoulder as you felt your stomach tightening, building up to your release, “I’m gonna- I’m gonna-“

“There’s a good girl,” Fred praised, a hand running up your stomach to hold one of your breasts, “You’re so good to me. Come for me, princess.”

You let out a moan as your climax washed over you, collapsing forward onto the counter as Fred thrusted into you a couple more times before releasing inside of you, gripping your hips as he groaned, his head falling against the back of your neck as you both tried to catch your breath.

“I love you,” he mumbled, his lips tracing across your back and down your shoulder. And in that moment, as you were coming down from your high, whispering the words back to him, you knew this was the start of something that neither of you were prepared for.

After all, you left each other breathless.

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#5

Life on Autopilot

I never minded being someone else to be honest. I knew how to possess other people for a couple years now. At first, it was really cool. I could literally become anyone else, whenever I wanted. But I got bored of it, the excitement just sorta died after a certain number of body possessions. I stopped for a while, but I kept my power handy just in case I ever needed it again. 

Then, one day, inspiration struck. I thought to myself why I wanted to possess other people in the first place, and I turned that question around and asked myself why wouldn’t you let someone possess you? Think about it: let’s say you live a stressful life, you never get time to yourself, and just overall you really need a break from life. And that’s where I come in. 

I got really frustrated and tired of working a 9-5 Monday through Friday every week. So I ended up quitting my day job and opening up my own small business: Life on Autopilot (patent pending). I would basically be possessing someone and living their life for them, while their spirit got to rest. I made the terms of service really clear. The possessed and I sit down and set some ground rules of what is and isn’t allowed, as well as what will be expected of me in my new body. I get paid X amount for X amount of time, and I offer compensation in case anything went wrong. All that, and I required one extra little “fee” from every client before I accept a job. 

My first client’s occupation kinda caught me off guard to be honest, my first assignment was to possess a Marine. 

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#4

Waiting Period

3 days.

That's how long I needed to last to complete the switch.

I already knew who I wanted to become. The latest pick for the football team was the perfect choice for me. I had all my materials ready for the ritual too. Four bee wax candles, some white chalk, some incense, a couple drops of my blood, and finally, some hair from my target.

I had performed the ritual late at night. I set everything up the way I was supposed to, beginning with the star I had to draw. Drawing with chalk was easy enough, it was the blood that made it tricky. I pricked my finger and ran a few drops around the outline of the circle. Just enough for the spell to take effect. The candles and incense were lit and set up all around the star, with the hair burning inside the candles. Finally, I had to lay down in the middle of the star and wait.

I don't remember how long I laid there. I think I fell asleep while waiting. But the ritual worked. It was a spell that basically compressed my entire person into a compact mass. In other words, I reverted back to being just a soul. The hair served its purpose too, I had spawned right into my target's dorm room while he was fast asleep.

I floated over to him. He was snoring with his mouth wide open. That made the next part much easier. I squeezed myself into his mouth and down his throat. I was struggled trying to push myself down inside him. He was squirming, and trying to cough me back out. But I was determined. I wanted my new body and nothing was gonna stop me.

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310 notes • Posted 2021-09-13 15:00:30 GMT

#3

Not so Accidental Possession

It was an accident when I discovered my power. My power to possess another person.

The only downside I discovered was that if I do too many possessions too quickly, I get massive migraines that last days in my real body. No matter, I don't mind waiting a week or so if it means I get to have fun without any painful side effects. And tonight, I'm gonna possess the new neighbor on the block. Apparently he moved in down the block a month ago. I only noticed when he started jogging shirtless around the street.

He immediately caught my interest. I've talked to him a few times, and I've learned he's a pretty cool guy. His name's Ricky, and he's in his early 30's. He moved here because he wanted to start a new life in a new place. Pretty admirable. His voice was so soothing to the ears. Yeah, Ricky was definitely my next target. And tonight's the night I step into the driver's seat of a new body.

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385 notes • Posted 2021-08-31 21:24:52 GMT

#2

Shady App

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I slept so good that night. I felt so refreshed when I woke up from the sunlight hitting my face. That feeling of total relaxation didn’t last long however. I caught a glimpse of the bedroom I was in and quickly realized it was not my room. I saw a wall of shoes and a neatly organized rack of clothes, all of which weren’t mine.

I sat up in the bed in a panic. I was alone in the room. I was freaking out, but then I figured it was probably just a prank by my friends.

“Alright guys, you can come out-”

I stopped mid sentence when I heard my voice. It was lower than I remember it. I reached out to touch my neck, and I felt stubble brush against my hand. I touched my face and felt a beard growing in. But I had just shaved! This was not me!

I jumped out of the bed and saw that I was fully clothed. There was a phone and a wallet I didn’t recognize on the floor. I picked up the wallet and pulled out the ID in it. It belonged to some guy named Fernando Castillo. I grabbed the phone and unlocked it with the face ID.

“Not a good sign,” I said out loud. 

I opened the camera in selfie mode and saw Fernando’s face on the phone. I looked between the ID photo and the face on the camera. No matter how many times I checked there was no doubt about it, I was now Fernando Castillo. 

I noticed a mirror on the wall and walked up to it. I still had the phone on in my hand. I switched to the outer camera and took a mirror photo of me.

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463 notes • Posted 2021-08-28 01:32:03 GMT

#1

Don’t Judge a Book by Its Cover

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At the time, the head scientist explained to me how it was going to work. I couldn’t believe I had guessed right- they were going to use some advanced programming to “upload” my consciousness into a computer server. Then, using a synthetic body they had manufactured, they were gonna “download” my consciousness into it. Thus, giving life to an otherwise inanimate man-made doll. 

They were pretty stern when they were explaining the whole thing to me. I wasn’t allowed to see my new body, so I just had to accept whatever or whoever I would become. They also made it clear how there is only one conscious for every human. There was no such thing as making copies, so essentially my old body would be left to die since it would become soulless.

I had my doubts to be honest. But in the end, I went through it. When I emerged from the lab chamber, I was reborn. After running some tests and taking my vitals, I was free to leave. The FBI team assigned to Project NP took the liberty of creating an identity and inserting it into the system for me. 

Say hello to the new me, Steven H. Rogers. A 29 year old man living on his own in Phoenix, Arizona.  

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477 notes • Posted 2021-10-03 16:51:06 GMT

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Sweethearts

***Extended Version***

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader 

Warnings: food mention and eating

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Hey y’all, I decided to add on to the short thing I wrote awhile ago. I originally was going to make this something longer, but just because I have other larger Lee projects in progress, I decided to make it a one shot! It’s just a fluff piece about our fav Sheriff.

As usual, this isn’t edited and let me know if I missed something to include as a warning. 

Going back later to include the tagist, since I haven’t posted in awhile, I haven’t updated it and will reblog later with the tags.  See this post about updated taglist

I hope you enjoy and lemme know what you think! 

“Thank you,” you smile when someone holds the door open for you on your way into work. Between your purse, the large stack of piles you brought home to work on last night, and the Tupperware of baked goods for the office, your hands were full. The woman arriving at the same time as you, who you recognize from the secretarial pool on the second floor, was nice enough to wait and keep the door open as you scurry inside.

“What did you bring today?” she asks with a knowing smile and you smile sheepishly.

“Just some muffins,” you shrug, “I heard they had a really difficult case they needed to work over the weekend.”

“You bring things all the time though,” she observes with a smile.

“I just like to bake,” you shrug, “and it’s all too much for just me.”

“Well, everyone loves it,” she praises, making you grin, “I think especially the Sheriff.”

“It’s all for everybody,” you reply with a chuckle. Had you been that transparent? Perhaps to everyone except Sheriff Bodecker.

Ever since you started working at the Sheriff’s office, you’d always brought in sweets and other baked goods for the office. One of the deputies joked and called you a “serial baker” and there was definitely some truth behind the playful jab. As time went on, you would be lying to yourself if you denied the fact that you began to harbor a crush on the Sheriff, going out of your way to bake things you knew he liked, and even sometimes bringing things in just for him.

Today was no different as you walked in with the container of blueberry muffins tucked under your arm. You knew they were his favorite. Outside everyone’s own offices, there was a table set up in the hallway that housed a coffee maker and disposable cups that was for everyone at the station. You dropped your things off at your desk, and then brought the container over to the coffee station. Using one of the small paper plates, you took one of the bigger muffins of the batch and brought it over to Lee.

You knocked gently on the closed door, until you heard him from the other side say it was okay to come in. He’s sitting at his desk, filling out a report and he hasn’t looked up from the paperwork yet. His brow is furrowed in concentration and he bite his lip as he finishes up whatever he is writing.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you say shyly, the sound of your voice making his head snap up in attention. His eyes widen slightly, and he clears his throat as he adjusts his tie.

“N-no, no you aren’t at all,” he stutters, clearly a little flustered.

“I don’t want to take up your time, I know you’re busy,” you say shyly, “I just wanted to make sure you got one before they’re all gone.” You leave the muffin on the corner of his desk. He can barely mumble out a thank you before you disappear back to your desk, not wanting to get in his way.

Lee stares at the muffin on his desk and he curses for missing another opportunity to talk with you. It took him a couple of weeks to realize, but he has been head over heels since your first day. He remembers passing you in the hallway as you were getting a tour of the place from one of the secretaries. Without a doubt, you were the prettiest thing he’d laid his eyes on and soon enough the Sheriff found himself harboring a crush on you.

It didn’t help that you were absolutely the sweetest thing to have walked into his life in years. Not only your sweetness, but all the treats you’d make and bring in? A way to a man’s heart, especially Lee, was his stomach. He was beside himself, a completely babbling fool in your presence. He knew you were way too good for him, but sometimes he let himself think he had a chance with a girl like you.

Muffins one day, the next week homemade donuts, chocolate cake, then the most delicious fudgy brownies- and you always went out of your way to bring him something if he hadn’t gotten the chance to get something himself. He wanted to think you were bringing things in just as a way to talk to him, or maybe get his attention, but he didn’t let himself buy into that fantasy for too long before the work on his desk directed his thoughts away from you.

Every interaction with you had Lee tongue tied.

It was a hot morning in the middle of July, and Lee felt like he must have sweat off at least ten pounds just sitting at his desk. It was too hot to focus on the paperwork in front of him, and the sweat from his brow began to practically salt his eyes. It was a day where the air made anyone feel too sluggish to even think, and the fans only pushed out warm air. He could hear people chatting out in the hall, and moving about, and it was only then that he realized it was noon. 

“You outdid yourself,” he hears a woman say. 

“It’s really nothing,” he hears you respond and suddenly he feels like he was splashed with ice water to wake him up from the hot sluggishness. 

“Homemade ice-cream?” the other woman exclaims, “Give yourself more credit, hun.”

“Thank you, ma’am. There’s more in the freezer in the break room.” 

Looking out the window of his office that looks out to the secretarial pool, he sees you and your coworker have made their way back to your desks. He sees everyone has small, styrofoam bowls of what he can only assume is ice-cream you made. And were those blondies? 

You were going to be the absolute death of him. 

He saw that you turned shy as soon as anyone would try to compliment you on your baking. The way you’d glance around, and try to hold back a smile from creeping onto your face. You’d look down at your lap, unable to make eye contact as soon as someone recognized you for a job well done. 

You glanced over to the Sheriff’s office from your desk. His face was red, and he had abandoned his tie- more than likely due to the heat that settled throughout the building. You also notice the fact he had unbuttoned the first couple buttons of his uniform shirt and rolled up his sleeves. You don’t let your eyes linger too long, in case he catches you staring from your desk. 

You avert your gaze as soon as he stands up and moves towards the door of his office. You pretend to busy yourself with your rolodex like you’re looking for a phone number until he passes, and you can sense his eyes on you as he crosses the room. He disappears into the break room and you sigh, like you somehow got away with something. 

An elderly woman named Edith who sits a few desks away from you on the other side of the room looks like she’s going to get up to get herself something. You always make sure to get up and offer to get her whatever it is she’s looking to get herself. She always thanks you, insists that she doesn’t need help, but still sends you on any errand she may have. You don’t mind, not at all, ever. 

“Well, I was going to go make myself a cup of tea,” she says, handing you her tea cup, clearly a piece of her own china set she must have back home. You smile and nod, but you dread walking into the break room: one, because you’ll need to use one of the burners on the stove to boil the water, and two, you’ll without a doubt run into the Sheriff. 

“Afternoon, Sheriff,” you greet with a small smile when you walk in. He’s leaning up against the small table with a bowl of the ice-cream in his hand, and you can also see he took one of the blondies as well. 

“Hello, (y/n),” he replies, standing up a little straighter, “The ice-cream is phenomenal.”

“Thank you, Sheriff,” you reply, his complement making you grin from ear to ear. It wouldn’t be until years later Lee would tell you just how much it made him fall in love with you. 

“Look, um,” he asks, looking down at his shoes, “I’ve been meaning to ask you…”

“Yes?”

“Well, um, if you wouldn’t mind letting me treat ya? You know… You always are so nice bringing stuff in. I figured I could return the favor… like dinner or something? Maybe. Only if you’d want to.”

“Like a date?” you ask shyly, trying to contain yourself at his proposal. He can’t help but blush and his face turns a shade pinker than normal. 

“I mean, I suppose… like a date,” he mumbles, trying to gauge how you feel, completely worried about the possible rejection. 

“I’d love that,” you smile.

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The Stand In Chapter Fourteen

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Summary: After your little adventure in the meadow henry has no issues with showing off the budding relationship. And you soon find that the closer you got the harder it was to ignore the attraction between you both. Henry was suffering just as much as you, so why not just ask to help?

Warnings: Adult Situations 18+, Smut, No Minors!!, Swearing, Hand Job, Slight Sounding, Ruined Orgasm, Horny Nerds Being Horny, Violence, Heated confrontation Fluff.

A/N: so ended up switching a few things around on this one. I'm proud of this though, I'm trying to make this realistic with their interactions with the anxiety and nerves but in the end love conquers all. I hope you all enjoy xx

wordcount: 21,000+ (sorry 😅)

Taglist- many tags aren't working and I'm unsrue why so I'm going to add them ass reblogs to try and fix it.

You shrunk into the seat of the car as henry pulled into set. He swung the car around parking it just between your and joeys buses. You saw Joey, Tee and Anya watching you both from the small tent awning Joey had on the front of his bus. They eyed you knowingly as they sat outside in the shade having a little break between takes.

"You know I forgot how fun these little Peugeots are! Shes like a little turbo go cart!" Henry said grinning ear from ear as he flicked off the ignition. And leaned slumping in the seat, then made you jump with a heavy hand landing on your thigh with a clap sound, his hand swooped down between your legs lightly smoothing the tiny swollen wound. You winced a little at the small sting but henry hushed you, pivoting in the seat to face you concerned, hand still smoothing over your leg, then patted as he spoke to you.

"Honey? You doing okay there? You look upset" he said slowly drawing your attention away from the others who were chatting away to one another stealing glances. And your not suprized, henry was driving topless and they could see it no doubt.

"Y-yeah I'm fine... I'm not upset just? Thinking is all?" you stuttered a little turning to face him pressing a hand to his curling your fingers around his thumb. Henry sighed, he could see the worry in your eyes. You were frightened of being judged, for some reason. He had to school his features as you bit your lip. He told himself it was because that had been the first time anything like that had happened. He was going to be your first everything. But you needed time to adjust to it, needed time to realise you were an adult and you were allowed to do these things. That it was okay- more then okay! Perfect even. You needed time to realise you were allowed to fall in love With him, and he had to give you a good enough reason.

"Hey its fine, please don't worry I've got you love, no one will know if we don't tell them... What we do is our business. We don't owe anyone any explanations and even if they do find out about our little naughtiness I doubt they will tell on us" he spoke up, trying to reassure you, he wanted you to know he had your back, that he understood and was with you every step of the way. He could remember his first ever sexual exploration. It was scary and new, but fantastic and rewarding. He wanted you to be comfortable. And you had been! You hadn't given him any indication you hadn't liked it. In fact your all but curled around him afterwards, blushing sweetly and littering his chest with kisses and soft caresses.  

You were both on cloud nine, it was only when he got a few hundred yards away you began getting quiet and shy again. You thought they would know. Mind racing, feeling more and more upset with yourself as he drove the car into the carpark along side the busses.

" y/n if you want to keep this... relationship a secret a little longer I don't mind, I will wait as long as you need love-"

"I-its not that- I'm not ashamed of what we did...or do! I don't care if they know we are... together?" Henry nodded slowly smiling more and more. He couldn't help feeling a small sense of pride, he had a victory! You were coming around! He was ecstatic, it was the first time you ever admitted you were going steady. The first time he had heard you call this what it is. You were together. A couple, courting dating whatever! It all came to the same end result.  

You were his, and he was yours exclusively. Henry was soo caught up in his excitement, the revelation that you were ready to be seen as his little lady about set 'officially' that he had almost missed your next words.

"I just I mean I'm not used to it is all... I'm happy with us though with how things are going...Like the dates and...Exploring and stuff..." you muttered squeezing his thumb in your hand trying not to sound whiney, or childish. But you were embarrassed.

"I just don't want you to feel that you have to let everyone know if you don't want to... if word got out, I don't want to embarrass you" you uttered quietly letting your fears come to light. You were uneasy and aware of what this could be seen as- people could mistake you for boyfriend and girlfriend and you didn't want them to until you knew yourself. For the time being you were just dating. Nothing was set in stone or official yet, and you wasn't going to press him and come across as a selfish, needy little virgin. Your eyes flicked to the others once more and a panic set in.

'what if they knew?- they could see it or smell it... And Henry isn't wearing a top- its fucking drenched! And... Oh my god I'm a fucking slag! They will know! Joey Anya- they would find out and then? Oh god no... This was a bad idea- he's gonna drop you now... Your a fucking slut! And ruined his tank... Because your a slut... OH GOD What is Tee gonna say? Would she judge you too? think your throwing yourself at henry? That you were too easy? Were you a whore? Slut? You'd let him do that in the middle of a fucking field? Wouldn't they all see that as something slutty?... What does he really think of me now?... I'm a fucking cheap slut, I should have stopped him, and... And then I'd? Regret it... could I ever regret it? He fucked me on his tongue?! HE FUCKED ME! OH GOD.. OH MY GOD , TALK ABOUT BAPTISM OF FIRE!... no no I'd  never regret that, never regret my first sexual encounter being with this gorgeous man, strong gorgeous experienced man who had me riding his face like a champ'

Your thoughts raged and you slowly began flushing reliving the way he had managed to have you come undone to thoroughly, but suddenly you were snapped out of them by a warm set of lips pressing sweetly against yours. A hand cupping the back of your neck possessively. You moaned a little as henry pulled you to meet him in the middle of the car, snogging you over the hand break. You shivered drinking him in as he invaded, conquering your mouth with teeth and tongue that had a slightly different taste. Your tummy flipped as you realised it was probably you... But it didn't gross you out? Not like you thought it would, if anything it gave you a rush. He tasted of you, you had branded him in a way. Claimed his mouth for yourself in a new and enticing way. It made you feel smug.

He groaned tightening his hand on your thigh that he still held and began a languid journey north. His hand finally settled twisting cupping your still damp centre makeing you whine and try to arch away from him, stupidly you didn't want him to feel how needy you was for him. Which was silly as he knew by now just how much he turned you on.

"You still there honey?" he purred against your lips smiling as you fluttered your lashes at him, revealing a dazed set of eyes. You bit your lip and nodded trying to ignore the huge possesive hand holding you intimately.

"Good, I'd hate to loose your attention again~ especially when your thinking yourself in circles, making yourself guilty for something you shouldn't." He muttered into your cheek pressing kiss after kiss along the smooth skin moving lower and lower teasing your jaw with a sharp nip. His hand stayed put not moving at all, instead it was you who moved, unable to deny your hips from rolling onto his palm despite your knickers still being wet from your earlier activities. You were weak for him, and you wont even deny it.

"I'm so happy, so happy to hear you say that you don't want to hide love. I want nothing more then to parade you around set, to kiss and cuddle you as I see fit, I find it hard holding back sometimes I just want to scoop you up and steal kisses... Do you really mean it? Can I? Can I love you openly?" He asked in a needy tone you'd not heard before. Your heart seized as the word love left him. 'L-love did he just? HOLY SHIT... OH MY GOD-HE LOVES ME?! I... no no no ... just no he didn't say he loves you... just that he could love you as in affection... but he didn't say I love you so... But... He wants people to see! To know you were... a couple? Or dating, he isn't ashamed or anything! so that must count! It must mean he has real feelings! This isn't a fling! FUCK YOUR NOT IN A FLING! YOUR BUILDING A FUCKING RELATIONSHIP! Fuck yes! That's my man.  My man. Henry Cavill, Mr thunder thighs himself- Geralt of mother fucking Rivia in the flesh- and what tantalising flesh it is... thick and fucking juicy'  

Henry held his breath cursing inwardly as you froze face morphing into shock as he asked his final question. The word love slipping out, he didn't regret it, it was the truth. But he did panic, it was too early for him to say that! Fuck he was only just making this into a semi-public relationship. Still trying to convince you that he wanted you truly and he goes and jumps the gun, saying too much too soon. But he meant every word. Henry was in love with you it was just that simple. He opened his mouth to try and save himself some humiliation of being called out on it, or turned down. God forbid. But a smile lit up your face and you tipped your head to the side becoming shy flushing and twiddling your fingers nervously then spoke sweetly.  

"I-yes Henry... There's no harm, I thought you didn't want to? Not in public anyway..." you uttered feeling light, you hadn't realised how much you had needed to hear him say the words out loud. That he wanted  to be affectionate in public. I mean sure he was a little handsy in front of your parents but that was different they were your parents. But in front of the others? On set?  

But then again you shouldn't be too surprised, the man had kissed you in front of the crew after 'that' scene. At the time you just thought... Well you wasn't sure what you'd thought. But you handt thought it was on purpose, it was an accident wasn't it? He hadn't meant to kiss you or hold you as he did.

"Of course I want to show affection to my girl~ I always want to kiss and hold you but.. I don't want to push you, don't want to frighten you away and screw everything up" he spoke into your jaw still lathering you with kisses then trailed further down, pressing an open mouthed kiss on your neck. You responded quietly groaning when his hot mouth captured your pulse point and his tongue danced over it swiping  across it in fast motions mimicking what he had been doing earlier between your thighs then he pulled back ,sucking hard on the humming vein below making you whine.

"I-I'm not frightened, and  and I don't think you can frighten me aw-ay... or s-screw up. I-I love the time we spend together and the direction we are heading in, I'm just shy and nervous your my-" You stopped the trembling in your voice and stuttering coming to an end. You didn't want to finish that sentence. He wasn't your anything, you went on dates but there was nothing officially said, he called you his but never his girlfriend or other half. So really you wasn't a proper couple quite yet. And honestly you wasn't sure how to approach the subject. Asking him to be your boyfriend seemed to juvenile but saying you wasn't a couple out loud could ruin what relationship you had with one another. It was a risk you didn't want to take.

"I just? I wasn't frightened okay?. Of any of that, I was just ah!~ wond-dering if they will report you for drivi-ing uninsured" you said with a small shy smile gasping placing a hand to his chest as he helped himself to your slim neck, gnawing gently before dragging his teeth over the now damp skin. You groaned as his hand on your crotch began moving slowly side to side fingers curling them, clawing at you teasingly as if trying to tear a hole in your wet knickers.

You gasped and arched at him dropping a hand to his thick wrist as you saw the others eyeing the car curiously. Wondering why you both hadn't got out of the car yet. Henry chuckled pulling away from you completely letting you slump into the seat with a slow breath.

"Oh yeah? Me too I mean me driving your car is technically illegal~ don't tell me your mind was in the gutter?" He said with a cheeky grin and bit his lip sending you an over exaggerated wink. Then opened the door slipping out of the car.

"I-you HENRY!" You called out to him flushing knowing damn well what he had meant! Henry just shook his head at you snorting a laugh and waved a lazy hand to the small group sitting out side joeys bus watching.  

"The one an only honey, now come on out of the car, I think Joey is gonna be sick she doesn't look to happy" Henry said pulling the seat forward releasing the hounds from their seat belts in the back of the car.

"I'm not surprized! Her second car ride and you drove like a mad man!" You snipped exiting the car the  faced henry looking at him over the roof as he scooped up a queasy pup who looked traumatised.

"I'm sorry love these are just too fun!" He said closing the door behind him as Kal darted out of the car, even he seemed to be happy once having all four paws on the ground.

You rolled your eyes and rounded the car taking the keys as Henry locked it then found yourself tucked up beside him under one arm. You tensed as henry directed you both over to the others. You did try to pull away, but it was a knee jerk reaction. This was the first time he had acted like a couple in front of them and honestly? You were nervous. You didn't know why you just were.

Henry squeezed you to him then handed you joey, which you were thankful for, it gave you something to do with your hands. You petted her slowly as she wriggled to get comfy.  

"So where were you two all morning?" Joey asked as you both stood under the shade wanting to be out of the sun asap. It was too damn hot!

Tee watched with a knowing smile, she could definitely tell something had happened but not what. The look she gave meant she'd be hounding you later. Joey was grinning up at you arching his brows the half naked man then you clearly enjoying you both being all snuggly. Then again he had a bet. Anya took a sip of her drink smirking eyeing you carefully, as if you were a puzzle to be solved.

"Well I went to my mums then-" you began with a small rosey tint on your cheeks but Henry added his own two cents.

"We decided to eat alfresco~" Henry piped up smugly, chuckling giving you a little hip bump. You faltered. Huh? What was he playing at?

"Isn't that right love?" He asked suggestively. You snapped your gaze to him shocked. 'Did he really? He wants them to know?! HOLY SHIT! HES FLAUNTING! is this flaunting?... Well he does seem to want them to see you all...Snuggly..Soo? He did mean to show you off? And he did mean to kiss you and hug and be all cosy? FUCK ME YOU LUCKY SLUT! GO GIRL- GET YOUR PUSS EATEN BY A GOD AND THEN HAVE HIM BRAG ABOUT IT?!....No no he is just ? Just?... Okay he is teasing about eating out...AAAAHHHHH YESH! FUCKING YES GET THIS MAN PUSSY WHIPPED! Or a whipped pussy~ fucking hell how did I get here? How is this happening? what if? Wait he is teasing... they wont really figure it out... would they?'

"Ohhoho! Really now? That is interesting~ tell me was it a wholesome meal? did Tinks let you have some dessert?" Joey started wriggling his brows as he spoke drawing you from your thoughts. You squeaked heart skipping a beat realising your mind had wandered into the fan-slut territory once more, she was a rabid fangirl currently squealing and convulsing inside the recesses of your mind foaming at the mouth and weeping from her needy slit reliving the incredible experience Henry had treated you too... And was now casually throwing in everyone's faces.  

As happy as you were to have him being so open about what was happening between you and not making you feel like a sordid secret. You could have died on the spot. Henry laughed boisterously and his cheeks tinged pink, but he nodded making to reply. You panicked dreading what ever was going to come out of his mouth, he seemed like he really had no qualms about letting people know what had happened... Or that you were a 'sort of couple' especially after letting him know you didn't mind being seen, that you wasn't ashamed.  

In fact you think he may have a thing for it with the way his hand dug into your side and his eyes began to darken as they did before he began teasing you. Before Henry could reply you managed to cut him off with what could be classed as a yip more then anything.

"PICNIC! a picnic.. we had a picnic in the meadow... and some lead training for Joey that's all. I want to get her walking nicely" you said quickly. A little too quickly from the looks you were getting from the small group.

"Oh yes! Look at my sweet niece! How grown up she looks with her harness! Was she good?" Tee piped up seeing you were uncomfortable. She could see that something had happened, not bad. But something had you on edge and she didn't want to embarrass you or knock your confidence.

"The princess refused to walk on the grass until Kal walked beside her" Henry added rubbing your side trying to give you a few moments to calm down.

"Y-Yeah, then she darted under him and stayed put!" You sighed rubbing the pup's ears she leaned into you then turned lathering your fingers with kisses before tucking her head down trying to get more ear rubs.  

"Ah yes that's all well and good but I'm more interested in this picnic?" Joey huffed peering at you curiously, but there was a glee barely hidden behind it. He was quivering ready to burst from  excitement.

"It was a little lunch date Joey there's nothing much to tell apart from that" you said slowly trying to wash over what happened.

"Okay Tinks, you had a romantic picnic date... alone in the meadow.. with a half naked Henry-hunk and he got no dessert" Joey clarified with a small smirk putting the pressure on you.

"Yeah err?..." you said quietly trying desperately not to look any of them in the eye as they eye you critically. Henry huffed a laugh and tipped his head to you then tightened his arm around you pressing a small kiss to your head with a chuckle then spoke. You held your breath seeing the teasing look in his eyes and your gut twisted, blood running cold. You made to intervene but this time he was to quick for you to avoid disaster.

"I wouldn't say that, I ended up being treated to peaches and cream love" Henry said mainly to you making the others all gasp and giggle as your face flamed and you blinked up at him dumbly. 'Mother fucker said what now?'

"And I'm sure you enjoyed it?" Anya added with a soft snort finding the little teasing comments funny. Henry beamed down at you and snuggled you closer ,winking down at you. You stood there stupidly blinking trying to figure out just what the fuck was going on. And more importantly what to say, a comment like that was bound to have given up the ghost.

"Very much so!" he hummed leaning down pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek and chuckling as he pulled back.

"Good for you Henry we could all use a treat now and then!" Tee added trying not to laugh too much. You hadn't cried or got upset so it would seem you were fine with a little teasing. Which was good, it meant you were comfortable with the whole thing... Well more comfortable then she initially thought.

"And what a treat it was~" Henry purred into your ear watching you glow for him. You whined and moved pressing weakly at his chest as he snuggled you dragging you around to face him and curling around you, crowding you with his huge mass. You tried squirming away but he was having none of it and poked your sides below your ribs tickling at you until you were arching into him. Then once you stepped closer he could around you properly ensnaring you in his sweet embrace for the world to see..  

The others looked on watching the two of you fawn over one another blissful without a care in the world. Henry growled playfully pinning you to him laughing at the weak protest, and then began rubbing his stubbled face into your cheek. You yelped between whines and small grunts pouting at him. He rolled his eyes then twisted his head pressing dozens of kisses to your cheeks until you stopped whining and began giggling. Giving into him finally planting a solid kiss to his lips making his heart all but burst with pride as the others watched you kiss him!

"So you visited your parent's how are they? I really need to go and eat all their food..." Tee said quietly almost hoping you hadn't heard her as she saw the sheer admiration and love as you gazed to one another. It was about damn time! She doesn't even care what happened on your date now! What ever happened, it seemed the penny had dropped and the both of you were now an item. Hallelujah!

"They are fine, dads back from fishing now" you said to her pulling your eyes away from Henry and rested your head on him winding an arm around his waist holding him sweetly. No one had said anything really, they hadn't been nasty or sent you judgemental looks... So it was okay? Everything was fine! Better then fine it was perfect!

"Yeah he said he'd broken his carp record" Henry added nonchalantly shrugging peering down at you once more. He couldn't stop, and neither did he want to. You were here, in his arms publicly kissing and snuggling without a care! And by god now that he didn't have to hide your relationship he would stare at you as much as he pleased!

"Whoa wait- you met her dad too?" Anya said leaning forward and blinked casting Tee a glace. Even she seemed taken back He had met your dad too.  

"Yeah I went round with Kal to take Tinks on the picnic... It was my idea" Henry frowned not finding it shocking... Was meeting your dad a big deal? He was nervous sure and it was another step forward, meeting your other halves parents. But they were acting like it was a huge revelation.  

"Well fuck me" Tee muttered snorting slapping her thighs.

"Sorry Tee but your not my type~" He quipped smirking prompting a chorus of sighs and scoffs. Henry may be a loved up puppy but he was still a teasing little shit... If anything he was worse, on his own little high as he finally got to parade his woman around~ 'his woman. His no one elses~ fuck and what a woman you were?! Funny sweet cute and sexy... The most adorable cock tease on the planet and all mine! Mine to fuck and kiss as i see fit! God yes! The way you quivered and grinded shy on my tongue~' henry though licking his lips trying to recount to sweetest cunt he'd ever tasted, fresh and wanton!

He wanted to do it all over again all day every day! He'd happily survive of your dripping slit if he could. He hummed deep in his chest eyes fluttering closed and he tucking his face back into the crook of your neck unable to stop his imps from finding your neck once more, perssing a chaste kiss to the bright mark he'd suckled onto the supple skin in the car. Images of just how he'd latch onto the mark later when laying in bed with you, tangle in the sheets as he caged you below him~ 'yes... Fuck yes just roll on top trap your tiny form below him and have his wicked way with you, make you needy and pliant~ maybe grind your hot little pussy until you cum again and again, until your begging... Fuck yes! Make you beg for his mouth on your hot delicious cunt again!' he truly couldn't wait to taste you again, force you to succumb to his pleasure over and over and teach your body to let go and just feel. No anxiety. No fear. No thoughts, just him all over your body making you feel like the sexiest most beautiful woman on the planet. Worshipping you like you deserved to be worshipped!

"Yeah get your own" you snipped playfully squeezing Henry tighter. Henrys eyes snapped open at that and he grinned, you were becoming possessive. Good. Tee burst out laughing as you scrunched your nose at her for a second then gasped covering your mouth and ducked back into Henry's chest shocked by your own little outburst.

"Now now honey. You know I have my eyes firmly set on you~" Henry soothed whilst chuckling and pinching your ass making you jerk into him yipping then huffed at him pouting. But he stuck his bottom lip out at you mocking you and cupped the small sore spot he'd pinched.

"And hands by the looks of it~" Anya spoke wriggling her brows at you. But you just rolled your eyes and held him tighter still hiding somewhat.

"Why you standing like that though?" Joey asked noting the way you were trying not to put to much pressure on one of your legs. Your thigh still ached and you didn't want to pull it.

"She got stung by a wasp" Henry said for you with a sigh. You flushed as the others all sighed heavily with an unsurprised look. As if they didn't even need to question it, of course you'd get stung it just made sense, you freaked out over wasps at one point you had even dived into Freya's bus to escape one... It had been a running joke for days afterwards.

"Oh seriously? You ran didn't you? How many times have I said not to fucking run... Jesus" Tee shook her head at you finding t funny and exhausting. Each time you saw a wasp you ran. Every single time! She can't even begin to count the amount of times in school you'd jump up and haul ass at lunch when a wasp got too close. She would always have to pack up your shit and move spots to a 'safe zone'

"Yes she did, but its fine all sorted isn't it honey" Henry spoke sweetly, biting his lip trying to stop his own chuckles. But it had been funny, the way you growled and attacked then bolted. Running as fast as your little legs could carry you and then dropped to the floor like you'd been shot. He swore he'd seen similar scenes in wonder woman.

"I yeah... He sorted it, its just tender an swollen" you muttered quietly feeling embarrassed. But even you had to admit it was funny... Looking back on it anyway. And it had worked out in your favour so you wont complain too much.

"Well I'm sure a damp cool cloth will help, here why don't you go freshen up and then we can all hang out?" Henry said slowly trying to usher you away knowing you'd probably want to freshen up after he'd made such a mess of you, not even his tank had managed to clean you up properly.

"Yeah we should really start talking about the press tour" Tee quipped eyeing each of you slowly.

"Press tour? I thought you sorted that this morning?" You asked quickly looking at Henry who nodded then tipped his head to the others.

"Well I gave my views it seems I was too late though this lot beat me to it"  

"Beat you-oh about Tinks?" Joey exclaimed cryptically making you frown. You? What did they mean? Had you done something wrong. You made to ask what had been said but Any grinned at you making you relax.

"You our sweet little fairy are not flying solo on any interviews" she announced and you slumped in relief. You'd admit it had begun to play on your mind a bit now that filming was only for another ten weeks or so... Honestly you wasn't even sure when that side of things started.

"Oh thank god really?!" your words came fast as you breathed a massive sigh, a breath you hadn't known you were holding.

"Yes we cant throw you to the wolves can we?" Joey asked rhetorically whilst wiggling his brows. The choice of words made everyone scoff and you rolled your eyes smirking. It was nice having this type of banter so openly for a change without the worry.

"Err... well? Depends on the wolf I guess~" You teased looking to the 'white wolf' who smirked at you quirking a brow at you and gave a fanged 'Geralt' smile.

"Anything you'd like to share with the class honey?" He teased slipping into character for a second eyes becoming hungry even though you'd just fucking fed him... Maybe it true what they said about canines their hunger was never sated! The voice made you shiver, the low octaves making your body melt. You couldn't help it he just had one of those voices... The type of voice that destroyed every females knickers within a ten meter radius, but then using his Geralt rasp like a weapon? Jesus Christ! It was just too sexy! Very unfair really, he was a glorious man there should be a compromise! Like surely this type of perfection should have a flaw! But you'd yet to find it.

"No?... No I err fuck" you stuttered as he smirked smugly and laughed at you then began stepping away from the others with you.

"Soon love. Very soon. I promise" he hummed into your ear making you all flustered again. And with that Henry waved the others off pivoting around and made his way to your trailer deciding it was just too hot for anymore excitement today.

Henry moved through the set, he was in a little mood. Filming had been cancelled for the day, one of the generators that powered the cameras had died due to the heat, so half of set had a power cut. And honestly he was thankful. He was sweating bullets in the armour and it was fucking up the shots!

It had just been a bad day. First he woke up alone in bed, which meant he couldn't snuggle with you as he woke up properly, or feast on your cunt like he'd been trying to for the past few days since finally having you withering on his tongue. Kal had an accident in your bus which wasn't to bad but... He felt guilty as you mopped up the pee. Then he'd burnt his tongue on his coffee, been late getting in the chair and late for the shoot.  

And he just wanted to relax... And have an ice lolly. And to steal you away and feast on you... Probably feast on you then share the ice lolly to cool the both of you... Then go again. Currently he was waltzing across set back to his bus... Well your bus, that both he and Kal had migrated to. It had quickly become his own home away from home. Kal had not been impressed when the both of you left this morning having work to do. The bear didn't like being shut away in the air-conditioned bus with his tiny sister but it was tough luck. The pups wont be able to stand this heat and sometimes you had to do what you had to do. But Henry will make it up to them, he'd sneak some sausages from the food tent as a bribe.

Henry frowned seeing something fly high into the air and then heard yells of excitement. Followed by some loud feminine... Sexy growls and grunts. Curiosity got the better of him and he turned making his way to the large open space.

He came to a halt next to the group of spectators Freya, Anya, Tee and Joey were there watching. He frowned looking into the open space not sure what everyone was watching, you were there chatting with wolfgang and nodded then tugged your headphones on and spun around dragging in a few deep breaths.

Then it happened, you burst forth with a speed he hadn't known you'd had and twisted. You flung your hands out and struck, both hands holding your staff prop. Henrys jaw dropped. You looked fucking magnificent! You twisted and turned roaring angrily in a war cry as your twirled the prop around fluidly wielding it like a blade, in feminine swooping motions and fast twists.

"Why does she have headphones on?" Henry asked slowly eyes still fixed on you as you ran and rolled halting in a crouch baring your teeth in faux anger and bolted forward jumping high and spinning in something akin to a gymnastic move. He gulped watching your tight lithe body work and stretch in ways he'd only dreamed of.

"She's treating it like a dance... The only way she can do it she didn't have the time to learn like you" Anya piped up watching you as you covered ground halting in a jolt.

"What's she listening to?" Joey quipped moving to peek at your phone that was in Tees hand.

"Extended version of Geralt's theme from the first season... Gets her in the right frame of mind... This is for your fight scene Henry..." Tee said showing Joey the screen. There was a collective his and wincing as wolfgang instructed a tall extra to run at you with Geralt's rubber sword prop acting out the fight in Henry's stead. You grunted and staggered back as you were hit and ducked spinning striking the sword tipping 'Geralt' off balance and then tried to retreat only to be hit with 'arrd' and knocked off your feet into a dramatic 'head over heels' tumble.

"WHAT THE FUCK HOW? How did she spin that around her neck?!" Joey cried jumping on the spot as you did a fast back neckroll with the prop whilst ducking from 'Geralt' Tee grinned and eyed you. You were still good.

"She did baton twirling for quite a few years as a kid... She was really good won a few nationals... Its why we gave her the rubber one to practice everything not just close ups" she explained to the group who burst into another round of oo's and ah's as you did another little trick. An angle roll to swap hands and strike.

"She did? You mean she doesn't now?" Freya asked still unable to look away as your practiced your fight scene.

"Nah after she broke her wrist it used to play up she did three more circuits and then had to stop it got to much. She twirls occasionally but she don't compete anymore"  the woman explained watching as the fight began to wind down. Geralt winning.

"Fuck me look at her go! She isn't going down easy!" Joey said leaning forward completely investing in watching his play out even though he knew the outcome.

"Those moves are pretty cool... They look like feminine combat moves." Henry murmured in awe, shifting on his feet eyes glued to your sweaty, panting grunting form. He licked his lips as he watched everything, taking in the erotic sight before him. It was surreal watching someone act out the very moves he himself had been mastering. Watching the way he was going to subdue Keira. Holding her and rolling her to the floor and wrestling her weapon from her. Fuck knows how he is going to manage that without a hard on!

"Yeah its why she did it, her brothers all did karate. She wanted to but aunt Terry wanted sparkles and hairspray so this was the compromise. Y/n got to pretend she was kicking ass when she twirled and her mum got the glitz and glamour of competition." Tees explanation was met with a course of hums in agreement.

"Hey look Henry? Almost the splits lucky boy~..." Joey teased craning his head around to see the giant man. Henry dry swallowed and nodded jaw locking. He could see. You had managed to right yourself only to drop to the floor again staggering trying to dodge the well aimed hits.

"...A very loose set of hips...So even with the size difference you'll be good to go to town henners~" Freya added giggling behind her hand at him. henry hung his head and sighed. His arms crossed and fingers dug almost painfully into his biceps, willing his cock to stop twitching from the sight before him.  

"Oh fuck me..." he muttered quietly shaking his head and took another deep breath composing himself before returning his gaze to the dirt covered growling sexy vixen working her ass off to try and perfect the scene.

"She probably would if you asked nicely like a good boy.. Maybe a pretty please with a cherry on top? Seriously you gotta hurry up and tap that Henry, she wont make the first move you know~" Tee snorted out making everyone laugh. Henry grit his teeth. If only they knew, when he had you spread eagle before him there was only one cherry one his mind... And it wasn't going to be from him begging.  

Suddenly there was a cry. A true cry of pain that snapped everyone's attention to you. You were on the floor alone, your leg at a painful angle. It had been a running scene and your training partner was nowhere near you. It was obvious by the skid marks your slipped, one leg had stretched from under you and you crumpled to the floor landing on the other leg heavily.

Henry froze for a second and then snarled as he saw Mathew race to your side and start pulling at you trying to heave you up off the floor. You pushed at him hissing and yelping trying to bat him away crying. Mathew didn't listen and instead crouched and pulled you up with his hands on your ass. Henry saw red.

You sobbed as one thigh locked, cramping from your skidding then falling. And your other knee ached, feeling close to popping out. God it hurt! You remembered now, why you spent extra time stretching before doing this shit. You'd halved your warm up because you just wanted this over with so you can get back to the cool bus.

Mathew raced over and began tugging and pulling at you but you were in pain! You knew you should stay down and just roll so your legs weren't so twisted and relax before even thinking about standing up. But you just couldn't get the words out. Instead releasing hisses and gruntle moans as your legs tensed and screamed at you. Finally he had enough and forced you up making you cry out as you felt as if your knee and hip needed to click. Finally after some struggling you sobbed and pressed at him tears rolling down your face.

It was as you tried twisting away from him you felt it, he had his hands on your ass trying to  support your weight. It wasn't an accident either, he squeezed digging his fingers in making sure to cop a feel. You yipped gasping freezing for a second. This was the first time someone had done this, that someone was touching you- groping you without your consent. This was the kind of thing your brothers had protected you from.

Your knees shock and you lashed out at him as he tried tugging you up on your feet trying to coax you to slump forward and lean on him, his own feet trying to move your legs below you and force you to stand. You batted at him trying to make him release you as he pulled you closer hands still firmly on your behind, but you were cut off by a furious roar.

"GET THE FUCK OFF HER" Henry shouted as he  launched himself across the space, long legs carrying him over to you. Your blood ran cold when you noticed no one was close enough to stop him this time. Joey had tried to grasp him but henry was deceptively quick and he managed the thunder across the open space ridiculously fast and seemed to be within arms reach in seconds.

Henry dived at him fist swinging already barrelling towards the man who'd just been groping you seconds ago holding you in a tight grip. You yelped as Mathew spun and dropped you in a heap on the floor once again.

"NO-HENRY NO!-" you shouted from the floor trying to get up slowly but winced crumpling to the floor with your cramping leg. You watched in slow motion along with everyone else as Henrys huge form arched following the balled fist only to frown as another form darted past him shoving Henry out of the way with a grunt.

"MOVE OUTTA MY WAY!-" you gaped as you recognised the voice then everything caught up with you as you realised just who had shoved Henry out the way and pounced on Mathew.

"What? Kane?-OH GOD OH MY GOD NO! KANE NO LET HIM GO!-" you shouted watching in horror as he managed to capture an unsuspecting Mathew.

"I HEARD YOU WERE FUCKING WITH MY BABY SISTER?!" Kane screamed holding Mathew by his collar pulling him off the ground. Kane was older then Henry slimmer but slightly Taller and just .as strong. And very very frightening when angry with his battle warn appearance. He shook Mathew who was by this point squirm in panicking in the grip of your oldest brother as Kane screamed at him. He looked over his shoulder to henry nodding to you.

"You take care of her I got this no need getting your hands dirty~" he grinned evilly and turned facing the boy who looked ready to piss himself.

"holy shit henry no fuck stop him!"  You pleaded as henry leant down next to you and began straightening your legs and help you sit on the floor properly.

"You wanna fuck with my little sister huh? You think it's fun fucking embarrassing her you little cunt? Wanna start shit with her you got to go through me!!" You trembled on the spot as Kane began shaking the smaller man by his collar growling at him.

"Wh-what no I didn't- I haven't done anything!" Mathew squealed like a pig trying to save his bacon but Kane wasn't buying it.

"Oi Henry this the little cunt whose been stalking her?" He said turning around both fists still holding Mathew still overcoming the mans struggles.

"Henry don't you dare-" you warned hands tangling into his loose t-shirt now trying to pull yourself, the need to try and stop your brother from beating Mathew to a pulp was absolute. The pain in your leg becoming the least of your worries.

"You hush and sit your little ass down before you pull that leg anymore, I'll have words with you later" Kane growled removing a hand from Mathews collar to point at you making you whimper and shrink.

"Yeah that's him" henry confirmed with a shrug as Kane looked back to the huge man fawning over you. Then he turned slowly back to you his face softened as he saw the tears staining your cheeks and he wiped them away before managing to scoop you up quickly and hold you to his chest.  

"Henry?! oh god KANE NO?! PUT HIM DOWN! HENRY DO SOMETHING?! HELP HIM!" You panicked as henry began walking with you over to the busses out of the sun so you could rest up for a bit.

"Who Kane?" He asked glancing at your brother who was screaming in Mathews face almost reducing the little prick to tears.

"NO NOT FUCKING KANE OBVIOUSLY HELP MATHEW! GET KANE OFF HIM FOR FUCK SAKE KANE!!?" You shouted turning in henry's arms craning your head to see what your crazy ass brother was doing whilst henry walked passed the scene.  

"HENRY?!" You pleaded as he carried you further from the volatile man still shaking your creepy stalker.

"What? I will...Just give it a minuet... I need to sort my girl out first~" he said unperturbed by your brothers verbal and quite possibly brutal beat down of Mathew. Henry was actually a little glad... and annoyed that he himself hadn't got to Mathew quick enough. He sat you down and placed a hand on your shoulder pressing you to stay seated as you tried getting up to wobble across the space and stop Kane. Instead all you could do was watch from afar as your brother did what ever he was going to do.

"The only one who I will allow to put his hands on my sister is her boyfriend... Are you her boyfriend?" You heard Kane as he roared into Mathews face holding him tight making the smaller man look him in the eye.  

"N-no no I'm not" Mathew cried feet still kicking up dust as he tried getting distance between him and your irate brother.

"That's right your not-I'd never let her date such a fucking weasel" Kane pulled Mathew even closer to his face and craned over him growling slowly.

"if I ever hear you've been stalking her again-she even utters your name around me or I see you fucking blink in her direction again then I will come back over here rip of your head and shit down your scrawny little neck? We clear on that?" Your brother snarled cruely with a smile. It had been a long time since he'd scared off a creep... he forgot how much fun it was!

"Y-yes I wont I'll stay away I promise" Mathew sobbed quivering terrified.

"Good make sure you do because there are fucking eight of us as we don't take to kindly to our little sister being harassed cunt." With that said Kane released him letting him stumble back before Mathew could get his Barings Kane had pulled his arm back and punched him as hard as he physically could.

"Oh my god?! Oh my god? Kane you cant just? Kane you fucking knocked him out!" Kane rolled his eyes a you and turned to Tee before approaching the group. The others were speechless, it was one thing to hear about your protective brothers... another thing to see one in action. who you'd thought was a little to dressed up today and held an arm out to her.

"Wait a minuet- are you two? Are you with my brother?!" You asked frowning pointing from  one to the other.

"Errr...Guilty?" Tee grinned and held out your phone to you.  

"I? you-wait? How long?" You asked slowly taking the phone from her blinking dumbly

"Like...A few months?...like five?" She said timidly tucking herself into Kane's side much like you do with henry.

"I started messaging her to keep tabs on you here and then...Well then tee got mouthy and things were said...Its why I came home on leave now...I wanted to see her and tell mum and dad..." Kane said pressing a kiss to her head making Tee beam and giggle. You smiled nodding finding it cute.  

"Your not angry are you?" Tee asked anxiously, almost like she ha been dreading you finding out. Your face softened. You understood, by god you understood her fear. But it was ridiculous!

"No of course not! You silly cow its just a shock I mean... Kane? No offence bro but your like....A hard ass" you loved them! They both deserved happiness and if it was with each other then you wasn't going to complain.

"Yeah...But she loves it~ well over long distance maybe not when I've got her tied up-" he teased making her flush and you laughed loudly. Well well looks like the shoes on the other foot now~ But then you pulled a face as you realised what was said and gagged.

"Okay okay ew no- your my brother just no....do not need that image ever" you snapped growling at him as he gave a boisterous laugh.

"Yes because your any better loved up with this guy?" Kane asked tipping his head to henry who shrugged before nodding.  He couldn't argue. Henry quickly sat down next to you slinging an arm around your shoulders as if making a point.  

"Well we are off before security come running and arrest me~" Kane said slipping a hand into the back pocket of Tees playsuit making her jump and flush. You giggled melting into henry's side. It was a nice change not being the centre of attention as the others looked on in amusement as Tee flushed and giggled like a giddy school girl, a far cry from the mighty woman you all knew and loved one embarrassed and loved up~

"Kane love no need to rush...Security were watching they don't give a shit" tee said trying to fend off her embarrassment but Kane wasn't letting her get off lightly. Tee had been telling him all about the teasing she'd been doing and this was time for a little payback. She may be his woman, but shed been teasing his baby sister.

"...I was making an excuse to sneak away and rail you as soon as I could" he said loud and proud shrugging not missing a beat. You all burst out laughing a whooping as the usually brazen woman began stuttering all flustered unsure what to do with herself. Finally she gave up with a pout and settled for tucking her head into Kane's chest trying to hide away.

"Oh my god Kane seriously" you heard her mutter into your brothers chest pitifully. Trying her best to scold him but couldn't quite make the words strong enough.

"Right well then we shall see you the day after tomorrow, Henry keep and eye on that little cunt for me? If he so much as breathes in her direction you tell me" Kane said tipping his head to henry. You growled crossing your arms as your brother who was speaking over you to henry who was still curled around you.

"No he will not! Ah hen?" You snapped leaning forward trying to stand up getting ready to chew out your brother with the old 'I'm and adult, I can handle it!' But Henry wound an arm around the front of your waist and dragged you back to sit in his lap. Your rant died on your tongue as your ass met his thick strong thighs. You squeaked and looked back at him flushing when both arms coiled around you and he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"I will look after her Kane, you have my word" he hummed before dipping down placing a sweet kiss to your shoulder making you melt into his hard frame below you.

"I glad, someone needs to" Kane said with a grin before turning dragging tee away from set for their... activities.

You moved slowly back to your bus, wolfgang had decided to leave it there today. No one needed you hurting your leg even more today as tomorrow you were meant to practice with henry in the gym to finalise a few moves.

You grunted trying to lift the leg high to get up the steps which prompted henry to intervene.  He curled an arm around you opening the bus door  and stood right up against you.

"Here love let me" he said quietly and pushed the door wide open before two huge hands were at your waist plucking you from the floor.

"Oh its fine-" you said wincing try to scale the steep steps on your own but it was no good and you hissed once more. The ache in your legs was just to much at the moment. You needed a hot water bottle, pain killers and probably a hot shower too.

"Its not, that was a nasty pull honey, just let me take care of you" henry muttered in your ear and stretched his arms up showing off the raw power he possessed. If you hadn't been so shocked or in pain you'd have swooned.... On second thought you'll swoon about it later.

"S-sure" you agreed unable to argue when he was being so sweet with you. Within seconds you were carried into the bus. He kicked the door shut and still held you managing to dodge both excited pups as they came running to greet the two of you. But henry continued to the bedroom and placed you on the bed.  

"Now you stay right there until your legs sorted... you got any painkillers?" He asked stepping back hands on his hips looking like a big mother hen. You giggled at him and nodded finding him cute in that moment. It was sweet seeing him so worried it showed he cared.

"Err yeah paracetamol in the cupboard and maybe some biofreeze too" you informed him then preened as he grinned nodding before praising you.

"Good girl at least your prepared" he smiled impishly at you as you rolled your eyes and shuffled up the bed fluffing your pillow before flopping back on it.  

"Ok baby just stay right there no moving about you hear me?" He warned pointing an accusing finger at you.

"I wont love." You promised  crossing your heart making him scoff and look down only now paying attention to the hyper active howling sausage dog and her eager brother bear tapping and jumping about.

"Good. Kal, Joey watch over your mama. But be careful she's hurt" he added clicking his fingers coaxing Kal up onto on the bed and quickly scooped up Joey placing her on the pillow next to you. You didn't even have time to register the fact he'd called you Kal and Joeys mama. Because suddenly you were pinned by two happy pups trying to get cuddles and kisses.  

Kal laid ontop of you and began kissing your cheeks enthusiastically his huge tail thumping the covers hard enough to make the mattress bounce a little and Joey was up at the side of your face lathering you with her own kisses and occasional over excited nips to your nose.

Henry came back over a few minuets later as the two pups had calmed and were now just lounging with you on the bed, Kal had retrieved one of his rope toys and was chewing one end sharing it with joey; who was digging and chewing the tassel... That was bigger then her.

"Okay come on now take these and get your kit off~" Henry hummed handing you two paracetamol and glass of water then uncapped the biofreeze squirting some in his hands and rubbed coating both palms eyeing you critically.

"What?!" You yipped  almost choking on the tablets as he spoke. You coughed making some unflattering retching sounds and gulped more water down and your face glowed. You could  feel yourself shrink under his gaze, his eyes both darkening and twinkling with amusement.

"Gosh calm down~ I'm gonna massage my little ladies legs...is all~" he said cheekily knowing full well what he was doing to you. Not that he had any issues giving you the once over, if he thought your leg wouldn't seize and lock hurting it even more he would be going down on you already. You were weak and defenceless it'd be so easy to just crawl ontop of you and get to work. But like he said, he didn't want to hurt your leg any more.

"I'm fine Henry" you said shifting wincing drawing your legs up and digging your toes into the bed below you. You tried avoiding his gaze and wriggled nervously.  

"Mm hmm fine you may be but your already starting to wriggle out of your leggings my sweet~" he cooed nodding his head to you with a chuckle.  

"No I'm not- oh?? Err okay" You frowned at him and began to protest only to look down and see you had began using your feet to drag the leggings down your legs slightly. Tugging the cuffs down your feet.

"Come on roll over let me get a look at those buns~" he preened eagle watching as you fidgeted with your fingers peeling your leggings off of you and letting them fall to the floor. Henry kneeled on the bed at you rolled on your tummy. You wasn't mad enough to pass up a massage from him, even if you was embarrassed and had doubt. Fears about him touching your legs feeling the extra pudge and ripple like stretch marks. Which was stupid because the man had burried his fucking face between them just a few days ago, wearing your thighs like ear muffs! He knew what your thighs felt and looked like-fuck he knew what they tasted like among other things~

You trembled gasping when his hands parted your legs and tugged you down the bed a little settling on his knees between them. You swallowed drawing slow calming breaths into your quivering lungs. His large thick legs pressing your apart wider and wider as he drew you closer finally pressing his palms on your tender leg. You moaned softly as his huge strong hands pressed the tight knotted muscle. He was gentle at first the usual warmth that he had naturally in his hands was lost under the cool tingle of the biofreeze, the cooling gel helping to soothe the screaming tired muscle.

"That's it love just relax I got you" he breathed calmly making you shudder and melt into the bed. He pressed in slow smooth motions slowly easing out the tight muscle with fluid strokes.

You arched and flicked a foot tapping the his back lightly, hissing as he worked the muscle tissue deeper in wide pinching motions, plucking and rotating the hard lump. You pressed your face into the bed making the blankets muffle your moan of pain panting as he pressed insistantly.

"Good girl I know, I know honey but if it don't press harder its just going to go up~" he said guilty, he didn't want to hurt you, but a pull this bad? It could lock your leg and cease it, which would be incredibly painful. Henry knew from experience just how brutal that could be.

"Yeah I-I know" you heaved out wincing as he worked diligently over the flesh chaseing away the tense knots. You flinched when he hit another sore spot but he caught your leg before repositioning himself to kneel between your calves and pressed on with the massage determined to get this over with now rather then let it build over the next few days.

"Shh shh just breath deep, its eased already... slow breaths, not much more to go now love, but I need to get rid of it if not its going to creep into your butt cheek. Not that I would mind massaging this little peach but it would be very uncomfortable for you~" he soothed you and made you chuckle at his little teaseing explanation. After a few more minuets your leg finally went lax and relaxed no longer tight or in pain and Henry began on the other one, which wasn't nearly as bad, but was still tender in certain spots.

"I cant believe they are together" you finally spoke up as your mind wandered. You never thought Tee would end up with your brothers, well not seriously, sure she kissed both of your triplets but you were what fifteen? So it didn't count! But she was dating Kane? Honestly you could see it! She was rash and a scatter brain. 'Act first ask questions later' kind off woman and Kane? He was a 'you'll sit down and answer all my questions or else' which in all honesty Tee needed sometimes.  

There were many instances you had got her out of shit because she'd run in head first- or in many cases fucking swan dived into stupid situations with out thinking. Kane would be good for her, and maybe he'd lighten up a bit. Being the oldest he always took on the role as second dad. He acted like the weight of the world was on his shoulders, he believed he had to be a role model for all of you.

"What? Are you?-hey you supposed to be thinking of me when I'm lubing you up!" Henry pouted and tapped the tiny portion of ass cheek peaking from your underwear making you jolt and pout back at him before rolling your eyes.

"Henry that's menthol if we used that for lube we'd both be out of commission" you replied trying to ease the worried look on his face. He clearly thought you were about to mouth off at him for playfully slapping your ass. You wouldn't it actually sent a little thrill through you. Something you'd explore at a later date... Alone with porn.

"You'll be out of commission what ever lube I use that little miss is a promise~" he hummed grinning wriggling his brows trying to be sexy, yet he came across more like a cheesy johny bravo.

"Oh god really? That was Cheesy" you snorted shaking your head and looking forward once more resting your chin on your palm. The leg massage had somehow crept up on to your butt and was now slipping up your back, not that you were complaining.  The power in this mans hands alone was fucking heavenly. He was rubbing away what felt like a life time of stress. You'd be a new woman by the end if he carried on. So needless to say you wasn't going to stop him, fuck you were debating rolling over and going the whole hog!

'Fuck yes~ his hand would be magnificent on my tits! Just fucking yes! His meaty paws can squeeze a boob anyday~' you thought and closed your eyes trying to imagine the slow circles being rubbed on your breast, rolling them about grazing and teasing your nipples until they were hard... Your mind wandered during your sex scene he paid attention, even when acting he was thorough. Using your nipples to draw you higher, fuck using them to guide you to him! Pinching and plucking, he'd even bit! Bit your boob and suckled lightly~

"What can I say? I get all twisted when your thinking of your brother when I'm giving you a massage" he purred and crawled up you straddling the back of your waist his weight pressing you into the bed and his hands dragged your top higher up to your shoulders still languid firm drags  manipulating the muscles turning you to putty one perfect stroke at a time.

"I'm sorry what can I do to make it up to you?" You hummed quietly fluttering your lashes at him trying look over your shoulder innocently. He grunted and peered over your shoulder with a smirk making your stomach flipflop, breath hitching at the playfully look in his eyes.  

"Well that's a loaded question~" he quipped with a light scoff, and thrusted his hips a little before leaning down pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade then smoothed his hands up under your shirt to your ribs. You gasped when he began rubbing up and down, his long fingers grazing the sides of you boobs in featherlight touches.

"So back rub honey?" he asked sitting up pressing the heals of his palms into your back making you pout as his touch was pulled from your sides just as you began loosing yourself to the teaseing touches of your breasts.

An hour later you lounged back on the bed with henry, your blankets pulled loosely over your legs warming them keeping the pain at bay. Henry's massage had been a God send. Both your legs were feeling much better and you could move them without too much pain. They should be even better tomorrow if you too some tablets and took it easy.

It had gotten dark out both dogs were sprawled on the floor each munching on their very own raw hide chew sent over from your mum. Well they were both munching on Kal's raw hide chew, Joey had eyes bigger then her belly and was gnawing a tiny corner that Kal had softened and broke free. You and Henry were scrolling social media with a show on the tv for background noise. Occasionally you would show one another a funny meme or video you came across.

"Am... Am I your lock screen?" You froze hearing his amused warm tone as you locked your phone and flushed. Embarrassingly enough he was... Well Geralt was.

"I err yeah... Well its Geralt but.... Fuck I'll change it sorry its probably creepy right?" You said anxiously kicking yourself for not changing it. 'Fuck if this doesn't scream stalker vibes I don't know what will! Oh god! Think! Think- you forgot? It was to remind you what you were working for?-HELL NO! That's worse...Why is he smiling? He... He's laughing at me? Fuck no-he doesn't take me seriously... fuck I really am coming across as a fucking stupid fangirl-' Henry pulled you closer smooshing you against him and nuzzled his light scruff against your face making you whine and try to wriggle away. But he wasn't letting you go.

"I'm flattered honey~ I really am... But maybe we could upgrade?" He added smoothly. Before you could even register what he meant he was tapping your phone and slid to the camera.  

"Smile honey~" he said and pressed his face next to yours snapping a few shots of the both of you. You grinned and posed for a few giggling having fun then faltered as he dragged you in for another kiss locking lips with you whilst still snapping shots slowly he pulled back kissing your cheeks making you giggle a little.

"Now you set one of those as your background I'm not competing with my own characters little miss" he said snuggling you once again littering your face with kisses.

"Do you want one?... Like for your phone?" You asked in a small voice nibbling your thumb nervously. As he leant his head on your shoulder watching your phone over your shoulder.

"Well I will have a few but... Here take a peak" he said thrusting his phone at you. You gasped grinning seeing that the photo Joey had posted all those weeks ago was his background, resized so that you and him were the main focus dead centre.

"I'm... Your background?" You breathed out finding it surreal that you were here. You wanted to pinch yourself, somehow your life felt like a dream.  

"Yep since the day Joey posted it. Its the only photo I have of us so close you know? The one on the first day of filming you were so nervous, this one is just... Well its us you know? I'm going to get one of both my girls soon to replace it with" he said in a chipper tone not really seeing how the tiny detail had made your heart burst.  

"Both?" you said swallowing the excitement of realising he liked you enough to replace Kal as his background.

"You and Joey nugget of course" He reassured watching you scroll trough the photos setting one for your background, it was of the both of you grinning into the camera. You loved his smile, blue eyes glowing with happiness and handsome face soft and sweet! You just loved him happy... You just loved him.

You moved placing your phone down trying to lie comfortably but growled sitting up and shifting, beating the pillow fluffing it. Henry moved hitting your pillow and pulled it up trying to help frowning, he could see you were uncomfortable.

"Are you okay honey? Any pain?" He said worriedly the biofreeze was brilliant but sticky. And you were uncomfortable.  

"Er yeah I'm fine... I just... I'm just thinking about having a quick shower... The biofreeze is sticky Is all..." you trailed off, you really were uncomfortable, your blankets sticking to you making you feel gross.

"O-oh... right err yeah fine do you...I mean should I...Go out for a bit then and come back or?... I should probably get back" he muttered quietly pulling away unsure if you were hinting he should leave or not. He shuffled off of the bed and stretched, you sat up following eyes wide not wanting him to leave you but halted. Were you being selfish? You couldn't expect him to be with you all the time. But that's what you wanted.

Henry glanced at you he was becoming nervous worrying that he was overstaying his welcome. He supposed he was anxious you were both so very close now to becoming the couple he knew you could be. The single family unit but he wanted to let you make the decision's. He wont linger, no matter how much he wanted to stay.

"Oh no! No don't go!...Unless you want to err go or stay? Fuck you know you want to I mean I- you don't have to stay" you paused flushing when you realised how clingy you'd sounded. You had to admit you liked having Henry and Kal around. It made you feel safer having the both of them with you, the bus seemed empty without them.

"I don't... I-I'd like to stay. I... Can I stay? In the bed room of course! I will find something to play with" Henry froze holding his breath then cursed realizing what he had said and panicked stepping forward waving his arms about shaking his head.

"Fuck no that didn't sound right! I meant I can play with my phone! Or-or Netflix?!" He scrambled stumbling over his words as he cried them out hastily trying to undo the damage. You laughed watching him flounder about like proverbial fish out of water. Even Kal snorted at Henry unimpressed by his humans embarassing display.

"I know what you meant love... I wont be to long just a quick rinse okay? You can get changed while I'm in there and get comfy" You reassured with a smile. He turned to you slowly before clearing his throat and nodding he was pleased if not still embarrassed he thought he was over those pesky nerves but it seemed you just managed to make him crumble and forget himself.  

"I haven't got any clothes. I did bring another few bags over but they're gone." He said scanning the room quickly looking around for the bag he had stuffed away beside the bed again... Just incase.

"I.. They are in the top drawer... I found them when I was having a sort through and unpacked... I don't like the idea of you living out of a plastic bags" you said sweetly at him nodding to the drawer you'd folded his clothes into... You'd admit to taking your time folding them, his scent smothered them and you couldn't help but be drawn to them. You folded and refolded them each day. You said it was just to have something to do but you were lying. It was an excuse to smell him on the rare occasion he wasn't here with you.  

"Thank you love, that's really thoughtful  I will... Be in here just... yeah have a nice shower" Henry mused quietly reversing into the bedroom pointing a thumb behind him with a nervous chuckle then switched tactics ushering the pups into the room trying to distract himself.

You grinned and pulled a towel from the small pile of fresh laundry your mum had let you do yesterday morning. She had been a saint and most of the people on set were making frequent visits to your childhood home for showers and to use the washing machine. She didn't mind, in fact she loved it. And they had begun taking her chocolates as thanks, Anya had even made a point to find out what her favourite chocolates were.

You spun around slipping into the tiny bathroom trying to ignore the fact henry would be just the other side of the thin wall... where you'd be naked... and wet... and naked... completely starkers! You were a little on edge as you stripped and managed to step into the shower under the warm spray.  

It was then that your mind began wandering conjuring up scenarios of him bursting in on you. Unable to contain himself as he heard the water running. Images of the both of you standing below the spray tangled up in one another's arms kissing and rubbing~ rutting one another in the tiny space finally giving in to one another and making love.  

You slapped a hand over your mouth as you panted louder and closed your eyes. Knees weak and knocking against one another as you imagined him towering over you, fingers wandering over your form and settling at your nape pulling your hair until. You were angled up, lips parted moaning breathlessly as his magnificent blues bore into your own bright eyes. Then without warning he'd dive forward kissing you like never before and pick you up. Huge meaty paws holding your ass coaxing you to wrap your legs around his hips. A single hand would wander and with one small flick of his wrist he'd rub the weeping head of his cock along your clit, teasing you, wetting you with the creamy head before finally sink home! You could almost feel it.... Wait? WHAT WAS THAT?!

You gasped and slammed a hand to the side of the shower snapping your eyes open panting in shock. You whined looking down and flushed seeing your fingers had crept over your frame. Two deft fingers were nestled between your petals rolling your erect bud between them. You pulled them away slowly whining in both embarrassment and disappointment. You flushed lost yourself in the fantasy and he was just the other side of the fucking wall!? Jesus Christ! You just hoped you handt moaned outloud... if so you could try and say the water temperature changed or something. With any luck he would buy that. In the end you quickly shook your head deciding it'd be safer to just wash, rinse and get out asap.

You moved quietly out of the bathroom wrapped in a nighty,  a small towel around your shoulders catching the drips from your hair. You walked into the bed room and saw henry lounging back on the bed. The man was watching the small tv one arm behind his head stretching out his chest and abs he had shead his top and shorts... He always ended up half naked in here for some reason.

You eyed him appreciatively from the door he wasn't alone, Kal was laying along side the gorgeous man, the dogs back against his masters wide set of ribs. Joey was sprawled out flat on her back all four legs in the air on your pillow, and had Henry's hand supporting her snoring form as she teetered head first on the edge. You noticed it had been fluffed lightly, Henry spoiling the pup no doubt. His whole hand swallowing her and one finger curling rubbing the side of it against her tiny pot belly.

"Any room for me over there? You know? It being my bed and all~" you quipped making him turn to face you grinning eyeing you up and down.

"Well I can think of a few places to seat you my love~" he said and licked his lips making you go all bashful laughing at him before throwing the small towel from your shoulders at his chest making him chuckle and throw it on the floor beside the bed and hold out a hand.

"Come here you~" he said with a soft look he was far to hot to look this sweet! He was a huge built like a brick shit house, an insanely buff man.  And buff men were supposed to be meat heads, carnivorous manly men all 'fuck yeah testosterone!' Not sweethearts laying on a bed supporting the weight of a sleeping tiny sausage pup.

He moved over making room beside him letting you sprawl out cuddling up to him snuggling throwing one leg over him and settled, his hand around your waist breathing you in. You tipped back trying to avoid laying on him too much when your were still damp. You tipped your head back head to see what he was watching, and to your surprize he'd settled on a nature documentary narrated by David Attenborough.

Henry nuzzled into your neck groaning quietly littering your neck with kisses and sweet nips. It wasn't long before he'd rolled over managing to pin you to the bed below him with nothing kore then his huge frame. Two huge palms pressed either side of you taking just enough weight so he wouldn't crush you. Not that, that had any change to the way your breath hitched, pausing then laboured harder, lungs fighting for air and you heart thundering to life in your rib cage. You whimpered and moaned softly, mewling whilst feebly stretching out your legs then clenched trapping on of his own thighs between yours.

He chuckled then moaned into you, his barrelled chest vibrating against you with the low timbre of his groans. You huffed and grunted weakly below him. Henry continued mouthing and dragging his teeth over your neck before pressing on with his assault. He sucked and began biting harder and rocking over you. Rubbing his crotch on your thigh hissing and crying out, the godly sounds muffled by your neck that stayed securely between his mighty fanged jaws.

"Hen! Ah god~ I'm all wet stop!" You said and began giggling uncontrollably and he blew a raspberry on your neck tickling you.

"I thought that was the point?" He grinned cheekily at you then leaned forward pressing the gentlest of kisses to the bright red mark he'd left. He couldn't help feeling a sense of pride, in the coming days the red would become a bruise... Not that he wanted to leave bruises on you but this? This was different~ a love bite full of his passion and devotion, a little mark to show everyone you were spoken for. He smiled at you as you whined still trying to pull free from him and the bed that you were getting damp from your shower.

"Wetter is better love~ And trust me when I say you can drench me any day~" henry said pulling away from your neck and resting over you with a Cheshire grin and huffed a deep laugh at your flat look.

"Its not better on the sheets" you deadpanned at him tipping your head back watching him curiously, waiting for what ever mischief he had planned next.

"I beg to differ" he said winking then froze. He jolted and got up from you slowly sitting back on his ass. You frowned and shuffled to sit up beside him. But he wouldn't look at you instead shied away face burning red.

"H-Henry are you okay?" You asked watching as he pulled back and sat up awkwardly. He seemed to get uncomfortable and shy trying to cross his legs but you still didn't understand.

"Yes! Yes I'm fine I'm just fuck... It err I mean he..." henry breathed out quickly becoming more and more flustered.  He looked panicked.  

"He? What? Who Kal?" you frowned looking to the dog who was sleeping soundly at the bottom of the bed after moving over for you to lay beside henry. You scrunched your nose and followed the line of henrys huge muscular legs over his knees and fussy massive thighs then to his... oh.

"Oh err that shit I'm sorry did I? I mean I..." you stuttered looking away shyly as his boxers were straining against a huge lump, pulled tight over the hidden erect cock that had... popped up. You pulled back sitting up giving him some space and began apologizing saying sorry over and over as your face reddened, but you couldn't help staring at the bulge. It was just right there.

"No no its not you-well it is, but you couldn't have...You just drive me wild love" henry said unsure what to do, the man was embarrassed-mortified! He couldn't belive kissing you... Making out like a fumbling teenager would have made him this hard! Normally he had it under control, or managed to hide the half erect cock by tucking it into the waist band of his bottoms. But it had and now the question was what was he gonna do about it? If he left you'd know he would be at his bus whacking one out over you... And if he stayed? Well... he cant exactly just sit here with it can he?

"Well atleast I'm not the only one...you err I mean its..." you chuckled nervously trying weakly to make this a small thing and laugh about it. But that was not small! And there was nothing laughable about it!

"Fuck er... I'm so sorry god this is embarrassing!....shit love I, you just I really am sorry fuck... I was fuck I should have a cold shower it'll go away" he stuttered one hand dropping to cover the huge bulge in his boxers that had drawn all of you attention. Before you could even think you stopped him, moving a hand to his bare thigh tentativly. He froze and snapped his gaze to you as he felt your quivering fingers press lightly into his revealed thigh. You swallowed and placed your hand on the fuzzy thigh and drew a deep breath. You stared at him as he opened and closed his mouth, trying to speak but couldn't. He was far to shocked and finally closed his mouth and gulped as your hand smoothed small circles on his leg inching higher and higher you were eyeing him to see if he'd let you explore or stop you in your track.

"I Err... I'll do it-get rid of it" you all but whispered to him, your voice was weak and breathless as you battled yourself. You really did want to help him, as he helped you but... You'd never done anything like this before... never touched or played with someone before. You were a tad frightened that you were pushing it, that he'd say no and laugh... that he'd shoot you down and crush any confidence you had gained with him. It took a lot of courage to push yourself like this, to ask if you could explore a little... It was courage or stupidity, one of the two.

"What you? Oh god you don't have too love. I don't want to force you" henry said trembling in excitement, he couldn't help it. He wanted to jump for joy and drop his cacks. He wanted to smother you in sweet adorable kisses and tell you hat it was okay, there was no need to be shy. He wanted to let you do as you pleased and watch you as you innocently toyed with him and played with his cock! Your first ever cock!

He groaned and tilted his hips forward chaseing the image with his cock. Imagining your doe eyes looking at him in shock and wonder as you saw him for the first time. He smirked at the look on your face. Perfect pouty lips forming a tiny o, and your cheeks flushing. Your dainty hand trembling as it gripped him... just a little too tight making him cry out and rut up into your hand-

Fuck! he had to stop. He couldn't let you know how eager he was, how much he wanted to christen your hand with his cum and drench it. He grunted and bit his lip the image of him releasing over your hand, seeping through your fingers and lacing your wrist. Marking you for the first time in, marking you for himself. He had to calm down, otherwise you could feel to pressured, he didn't want you the feel as if you had to do anything.  

"... I know that.... But? What if I...Wanted to?" You said shyly looking away from him twiddling the downy hair on his thigh with your fingers. Twisting and stroking it making him shiver. You were still unsure of yourself but wanted to make him feel good, it was also a way to prove to yourself you were... Well an adult woman. As silly as it sounded you just wanted to please him and prove to him you wanted him and that if... If he did want to take this whole relationship further it wouldn't be once sided. You'd give as well as take, you didn't want to be a pillow princess and be more hassle then you were worth.

"You want to? Babe I don't expect anything-you don't owe me you know that right?" Henry said trying to temper his excitement. He placed his hand over your palm that was still resting on his thigh teasing him unknowingly.

"I-I'll help... If I can... I want to" you stuttered your face burning brightly still downturned not wanting him to see how embarrassed you were. You didn't want him to think you were forcing yourself, because you wasn't it was just? This was the first time you'd asked to... Wank someone before and you wasn't really sure how you were meant to ask. And you were probably making a hash of it. Plus this was Henry the sweetest, incredibly gorgeous sexy man who you had a crush on for years. The man you could whole heartedly say you loved.

"Oh okay well you can I just didn't think... I don't want to push you honey, this is a big step for you and I never want you to feel pressured" he continued making you swoon. He was so caring and thoughtful. How anyone could ever let this man slip between their fingers was beyond you. Because he was perfect, chivalrous and polite but cheeky and funny. He managed to put you at ease and make you feel invincible all at once. Even now when you quivered and flushed brightly, when you are an anxious mess one beaming grin is enough to wash away all the fear and doubt. He gave you a strength and confidence you'd never had before.

"Can I help?... I won't if you don't want me to-" you said a little jittery but he laughed cutting you off then pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek shutting you up in the most gentle of ways making your heart melt. He didn't pull back instead resting his head on yours looking you in the eye.

"I want you to, trust me I fucking want you too! Just be... careful I kinda need him" he chuckled slowly leaning back giving you some space then nodded to you slowly finally giving you permission to touch him. You gulped flushing brighter taking a breath but faltered freezing. It was one thing saying you'd touch him, but a completely different ball game actually doing it. Henry saw the hesitation and acted quickly, moving to you kissing your lips hard prying your mouth open whilst sneakily guiding your hand to his cock giving you the little nudge you needed.

You snapped your eyes open and squeaked into his mouth trying to free your hand as he moved making you cup his erection. Henry met your eyes smiling against your lips, but he didn't pull away instead pushed against you harder licking into your mouth and nipping at your lips every few seconds.

He rolled his hips up into your hand guiding you to pet his crotch heavily. He moaned when a few seconds later you took over testing him in your hand.

He was large and for a better word. Meaty. Thick and hard yet soft and pliable. You felt silly you'd expected his cock to be almost solid like the few toys you had! But no, he was stiff and thick, much more pleasant then any toy you had.

"whoa... That's err...swollen...hard.. Never err fuck sorry" you berated yourself as you realised you were speaking outloud.  

"No no, don't apologize honey... Its the first huh? Your fine.. Perfectly fine" he said softly  in a whisper almost frightened that if he were too loud you'd get spooked and run off locking yourself in the bathroom... He moved a hand to your outer thigh and rubbed slow circles ready to capture you should you try to make a hasty retreat. It was up to you how far you wanted to go, but he didn't want you running off scared. No. He would rather you said enough was enough and then everything would stop.  

Well maybe not everything, depending on how far you got he would have to make a quick trip to the bathroom to quickly rub one out. And if it came to that he wouldn't mind, it wouldn't be a loss. He would make it the loudest and most erotic hand job of his life. Moaning and grunting making sure you can hear just what you did to him, he'd cry your name over and over until he painted his hand with his cum and only be thinking of you. He wanted you to know just what you did to him, and it was you that did this to him. No one else.

"I… Yeah I've never.. Touched one before...  Sorry I should just shut up.. You don't need me narrating" you muttered the apology quickly still cursing yourself for being such a virgin. Fuck he must be getting sick of it, you felt like you were becoming too much work. That you were too new and inexperienced that you'd be a shit fuck and you'd chicken out at the last minuet. henry Squeezed his fingers around you ushering you to hold him tighter but didn't move, he let you lead but helped you along.

You gasped as his huge hand curled around yours and snapped your fact to him gulping slightly before wetting your lips and dragging your bottom lip between your teeth. he chuckled at you before groaning the low purr like sound shaking you to your core and you trembled analysing him as his eyes fluttered closed and he grinned at you.

"Its cute~ I find it very enticing, something about being your first just makes me wild! I love it when your exploring... The fact you trust me to share this with you makes me so happy~" he finished with a small chuckle which did make you feel better if you were completely honest it made you feel special.

"I just... Its? I don't want to be all pathetic and stuff over it, I'm not your first-" you prattled on nervously looking down once more only to pause and flush when you saw your hand dwarfed by his and felt a the throbbing in your hand. Him. His large cock trapped between your fingers that where still curiously testing him, pressing and prodding at him absentmindedly.

"Your my first virgin, its why I'm going so slow I want to go at your pace love. You can do what ever you want to do" he finalized and released your hand dragging his fingers across your wrist and arm in a feather light touch. You had to say you were shook by that, you had thought he'd popped someone's cherry... I mean look at him! He was stunning any girl would jump at the chance for this huge hunk to be their first. But he hadn't? So?  That would make this even more special? Wouldn't it?  

"I want to... Please you and... Play a little?" You cooed rolling your tongue around your mouth behind your teeth. You avoided looking at him, missing the beaming thousand Watt smile that lit up his handsome face.

"Then you do just that, no complaints from me. None at all"

"O-okay... Just tell me if I'm... Rough o-or hurt you okay?" You stuttered drawing in a deep breath steeling yourself for this new and hopefully pleasurable experience.

"I will love. I promise"

With that you moved twisting him in your hand and rubbing him drawing soft moans and keens from him. You flicked your eyes back to him. Your pupils dilated as you soaked in the sight. His brow was slightly furrowed and his pink lips parted, lip darting out lapping at them in concentration. His eyes fluttered, almost like when he was fighting sleep. He seemed unwilling to look away from you but couldn't help closeing the lids hiding the deep blue pools. You got more adventurous pressing your fingers a Tad deeper into the fleshy shaft and roaming him with your thumb drawing circles on the underneath. His reaction was a jolt, his hips swayed rolling up into you trying to chase something.

Henry tensed at the feeling of you delicatly holding him, tight yet at the same time soft, so soft as if he'd break. It was breath-taking to have your hands on him finally without him guiding you either. This was you ad you along, you were touching him because you wanted to! His head tipped back and he groaned unable to stop himself from arching his hips up, feeding your hand a little more of his cock. You gasped as he did and tightened your hold as if frightened he would slip free of your grasp.

"Y-You know? You can get him out love, he wont bite~" Henry said hands moving the lay flat on the covers either side of him his head lulled back  

"I wasn't... sure if that was okay..."

"There's nothing I want more then to have your tiny hands on my cock, I don't want to scare you is all... I'm not small and... it... I just don't want you to get worried" he said with a genuine look of concern. Your heart soared as the reality washed over you that he was more worried about you and how comfortable your were then just getting his rocks off. It was proof of just how much he cared about you, proof that he knew how big of a del this was for you. It almost made you believe he loved you back.

"... I wont be, I have seen cocks before, just not... touched is all... I want to I want to make you feel good but... don't know how" you muttered twisting your fingers a little more. For now you were content to just hold him, you wanted to take baby steps curling them around him through the boxers your eyes cast down at the admission but continue to play with him.

"O-Oh Fuck~ shit babe- that's it~ugh ughooofuck!" Henrys ground out, trying to remember to cry out rather then just grit his teeth and fuck into your palm with a quiet determination. Henry was a quiet lover for the most part... Well atleast during foreplay groans and grunts mostly until he was inside a soft wet cunt. Then he'd be as loud as he could! He loved the danger, the risk that someone might hear him having his way with a sexy little minx. And you were the only one he had eyes for now. And he wants nothing more then to let everyone know it.

Henry squinted his eyes at you for a second, his blues were dazed, blurred even from the throbbing pleasure that came from just having your hand around him. He watched you as you bit your lip rising to sit on your knees and lean over him resting on your other hand. It was cute, your face flushing as you concentrated on his cock, trying to forget just what it was in your hand no doubt. you were shy and nervous as expected and he couldn't find you anymore endearing. You were so sexy to him, pure an innocent but a little vixen in your own right.

"I could show you?" he offered moving his hand over yours again making you move lower trying to encourage you further. But his boxers didn't allow much more movement. He sighed and pulled your hand free. You tried ripping your hand away worried you'd crossed the line, but he didn't release you.

"No... no your fine honey, perfectly fine, here I'm just moving this out of the way is all~" he reassured you holding your hand in his while using the other, hooking a thumb under he elastic of his boxers twisting around behind him and shimmied them down under his ass. At the same time he scooted back, sitting up on your bed leaning his back against the built in head board behind him. You followed, well you had to he refused to release your hand, far too worried of you scampering off and looseing your nerve, if that happened he'd probably never get another chance. He had to encourage you, push past the nerves and thoughts and just feel. He wanted to make you feel comfortable and confident... And to do that he had to let you know you were doing well, that you were pleasuring him.  

And quite frankly, you were. So much so his cock was already dribbling all over the place eager to have your hands on him. He wanted you like no other, he wanted to kiss and bite at you, press himself inside of you and share your body, take you for his own morning noon and night! You completed him in a way he'd feared he would never experiance and he hoped it was the same for you.  

You were two sides of one coin, two puzzle pieces that he was eager to come together, to collide with you in the most primal of ways and prove just how perfect you both were for each other.

As the days ,weeks and months had gone by he had realised that this truly was it. He loved you, completely in every way shape and form you could love another. And it was his greatest hope to one day finally have you, not just in his bed, but in his life, his home and his family. Each day he grew closer to achieving that, each day he could see a life with you more clearly. But he was still holding back, because one wrong move could ruin it all. And he was not going to ruin this, his mother always said good things come to those who wait, and by god henry had waited a long time for you and he wont wreck it because he moved too fast.

You moved up beside him almost sitting on your own pillow that Joey had been curled up on, instead she had nestled herself under kal's chin at the bottom of the bed. Henry grinned at you licking his lip once before leaning over to you pressing a single loving kiss to your lips. It was innocent but no less intense, but this time wasn't full of the passion from before. It was the love, the emotion he put into the single peck. It blew you away. You could almost say it was love. Like the burning all encompassing love you admitted you had for him. He pressed your hand flat to his lower abs.  

You gasped when he smoothed a palm over yours holding it flat to his skin then dragged the palm south. He keened softly not holding back the small shudder as your fingertips burying into a thick thatch of curls then you froze. Your breath hitched when he'd pressed your hand into his boxers that were hanging low, barley covering the root of his cock, some curls showing over the top. He moved you further still letting you feel him, caressing the thick tame curls until you were touching the soft skin of his cock.

Henry arched groaning breathlessly as you cupped him instinctively, slowly pressing your fingertips in soft lines over the thick fleshy rod. He was warm to touch, unlike your toys that were cold... And the skin had a little movement as your slowly touched him managing to twist your fingers around him. Finally after what seemed like and eternity you had you hand wrapped around him in a loose fist. Fingers and thumb still pressing and rubbing at him trying to get used to the feel of him. He was weighty? Heavier than you'd thought he would be, and you couldn't tell just how long he was but your hand wasn't at his tip... Or touching his pelvis.

You eyed him biting your lip trying to watch him for any displeasure or tell tale signs that he wanted to stop. Consent went both ways and you didn't want to do anything he didn't want to. Even with all his praise and reassurance you still wanted to be mindful. You knew you could accidentally hurt him. Henry noticed you were eyeing him knowing at your lip consciously. He moved his hand from yours and placed his fingers to your chin curling them then pulled your lip free from your teeth with a smile.

"Go on love, its okay I want you to. I want to feel you explore and you can stop whenever you like. Remember you don't owe me anything honey, you don't have to do anything you don't want to" Henry praised smoothing a thumb over your lip and pressing a little firmer, without thinking you kissed the digit. Swiping your tongue over the pad in soft shy kitten licks. He chuckled and pressed a tad harder only to gasp when you sucked his thumb in your mouth trapping it between your teeth and suckled lightly making him moan at the sight of your slightly hollowed cheeks.  

He let you do as you pleased, your hand still on his cock tentative strokes being added to the little massage you were treating him to. He suddenly pulled back needing to fist both hands in the sheets below as you squeezed his cock a little tighter once more, like how you had over his boxers. Henry remained like that grunting throwing his head back trying desperately to hold his hips still wanting to give you time and space to have your own little adventure.

You tipped your head to him slowly then cast your eyes down to the twitching muscles over his abdomen finding the way they moved enticing, each slow tiny pump of your hand had him reacting, grunts and keens small jolts and stretching his legs out below him. Your skin prickled as he opened his eyes, the blues half lidded and lusty gazing at you strained, full of need. A need you understood. Your breaths became quiet pants whilst watching him tremble, flicking his feet placeing them flat on the bed with his knees bent only to kick out and straighten them again with a grunt.

You hissed still working him, moveing faster finding a rhythm, you noticed you got the best reaction from him if the squeezed him harder near his tip and used your thumb to rub over his slit as you reached the crown. He widened his legs and tried closeing them at one point. But you didn't stop, your hand moved all the time just toying with him, trying different motioned and flexing your hand trying to find out what he liked and what he didn't. Slowly swaying from side to side yourself making your own lips rub against your now swollen clit. Your nipples peaked thought the cotton making him watch your heaving chest licking his lips and huff a broken chuckle. He was glad you were also enjoying yourself.  

You slowly twisted your hand taking hold of him firmer holding your wrist in a less uncomfortable position. He was hot and very thick, your fingertips couldn't meet around him. Henry grunted as you held him before sliding down, following the velvet twitching flesh searching for his base. Henry eyed you as your eyes got wider as your hand travelled the distance of his cock. Then after what felt like hours your hand hit home. Nestling into his curls.

You swallowed dryly and squeezed a little harder watching as his mouth fell open in a wordless cry. You would have pulled away thinking he was in pain but the uncontrolled buck of his hips told another story. You grinned and moved your thumb pressing on the underside of him, feeling a thick... muscle? That was flexing, straining and twitching below him. It throbbed faster under the small circles your drew with your thumb.  

"fuck uugh aah shit yes that's it-FUCK FUCK BABE~ AHAHAHAAAUGH!" you flicked your gaze to Henry watching him fist the sheets either side of him tensing and flexing his powerfull body and curling forward slightly, his hips rising to meet you in shallow thrusts.  

You pulled your hand up holding him tightly all the way. He yelped and tried to follow your hand hiding a red flush creeping up his chest. It was incredible, you could feel him quivering, see every mighty muscle in him come to life and tense. His ABS spasmed beautifully and the pectorals in his chest flexed, biceps tense and bulging as he gripped the covers in two glorious fists. Then his shoulders? God the were stunning, broad and rippling as he jolted tugging at the muscles in his neck, muscles that looked perfect for biting. Your eyes blew wide and mouth ran dry, the fist wrapped around him was now pumping him in short fast strokes on auto pilot, like you just instinctively knew what to do. You'd not really put much thought into tossing someone off, never thought this could be that erotic. Many friends said it was a chore. Boring and a pain in the ass... And the wrists. Honestly they must have been doing it wrong, because this was insanely arousing!  

Just watching him was causing the heat to pool between your legs, every gasp and whine he released was echoed by your own soft mewls. Your thighs rubbing ever so slightly. His pulse beating faster and faster and the mewls became louder until they were true moans, cries of pleasure that were just as deep and powerful as he was.  

You moved your hand all the way across his shaft watching his face, the needy look was something that would always stay with you. You held the crown of his cock and twisted your hand pressing down on it letting it wet your hand. His warm precum dousing it in proverbial fire. You slowly drew up higher only petting him with your fingertips and  massaged, pressing into the wet thick flesh in slowly drags and twists. Henry jerked up yelping as you did so making the elastic of his boxers ping and slip front your hand revealing the once concealed sight of his huge erect cock in your tiny hands grip.

"Oh god, I'm sorry did I hurt you?!" You breathed out panicked making to releasing him fearing you'd caught him with a fingernail or something. But Henry was quick amazingly so. His hands snapping you yours holding you still and he moved moaning louder as he rutted the head of his cock into you almost cage like fingers bumping the tip onto your palm wetting it with small drops of cum already.

"Fuck! I-no its no ones ever-UHGH FUCK AHA SSHIT~ please! Please don't I need!" Henry babbled grunting and moaning as you flexed your fingers.

"Fuck I need you love~ soo bad please!" You grinned feeling more and more confident and grasped his hand prying it from your own and held it sweetly. You tipped your other hand around fisting him again then began to stroke him whilst rubbing circles into his sensitive tip. He grunted louder panting and pleading with every breath he had when both your hands worked in tandem slow short pumps at first then gradually longer and faster.  

Henry went wild below you moaning as your hand moved with ease along him coaxing out more cum from his tip that dribbled down over your moving hand. You tried to concentrate, watching as the taught skin wrapped around his cock give way to a beautiful glistening tip, the mushroom head was pink, but quickly becoming deeper in colour as you moved along him.

You slowed once more watching fascinated by him, your grip tightened again, all the... cum was making him slip through your hand easily so much so you were worried he would slip free of your fist. He growled almost snarling at you his hands came up to grab your hands once more only to stop and clench into fists and pin them to his sides not wanting to take over but at the same time needing you to finish him. Your nervous exploration quickly became almost sadistic teasing. You were fascinated with him, his reactions and sounds that drove your own blood racing faster and arousal to pool between your legs.

Henry's patience paid of when you smoothed his wet cock with your fingers and curled your thumb over his head as you reached the crown once more and stopped stroking. Instead you drew the pad of your thumb over his slit, exploring still, acquainting yourself with him. He was now hot, very very hot in your hand and seemed to have gotten harder and dare you say thicker from your... playing.

You leaned over him trying to get a better look. He was magnificent it a strange way? You'd never thought that cocks could be anything more then weirdly erotic, never beautiful but his was. A pleasing looking curve to him, thick and powerful just like the rest of him and... veiny? The thick throbbing veins wound around him like lace. Coiling and pretty?

He was frightening to behold in his glory long, longer than you thought a cock should be if you were completely honest, it was the type of cock that would pop in a 'monster cock' search on porn. yet you wasn't frightened? Far from it! You didn't care that your small frame would barley take him as far as you were concerned he was welcome to rearrange your guts!  

Your eyes trailed over him as you teased his slit, rubbing it and prodding with the flesh of your thumb it was big enough to press the tip of your thumb into. You did so gently remembering a video of a hand job once. The man had loved it but you knew you had to be gentle. You mimicked what you remembered pressing the tip of your thumb into it, just so the skin parted and the flicked, rubbing the sensitive flesh.

Henry cried out a gruntle moan growling and tried fucking up into you muttering 'oh god' over and over closing his eyes and throwing his head back. He liked that then? His groans got louder as you rubbed at him then squeezed with the rest of your fingers trying to hold him still.

"I-is that? Okay?... I mean its err... not to tight?" You asked frowning but he just cried out and widened his legs rocking meeting your hand with shaky thrusts. You quickly added your other hand to him. This time curling them both around him and jerking him up and down as fast as you could making sure to press your finger is along the veins as you went. He roared and ached up not expecting you to go at it like that be was thankfull for it, a few tears escaped his eyes as you work him through both hands, his eyes snap open and a cacophony of unintelligible sound pouring from him as his body spasmed.

You grinned and leaned over him pressing a sweet kiss to his shoulder before resting your cheek on it looking down as you continued fucking him with your hands twisting as you reached his base drawing a delicious high yip from him. He turned his head to you moaning into your ear, one of his hands wrapped around your waist digging the strong fingers into the soft swell of your love handles and closed his eyes. You followed suit loosing yourself in his harsh sounds, imagining him holding you rutting up into you singing this new beautiful melody.

Then without so much as a warning he arched throwing his head back again jerking harshly into your hand, his cock was tensing tugging his balls up meeting your hand and began pleading desperately eyes wide and wanting. He watched you, nothing else his eyes didn't look at your face instead his needy gaze bored into yours you could see he was close his eyes glazed both with unshed tears and an addictive heady lust that you want to see again and again. You'd never get tired of that look, the needy sexy thirsty look pick tongue wetting his lips and a flushed sweaty face torn between a tight look of concentration and a serene happiness. Giddy and excitable.  

"F-fuck DONT STOP! PLEASE-oh goooooddd fuck fuck please-love I -don't stop I want you to! AhUGH!" He babbled rolling his he'd back trembling legs trying to fuck up into your hands. You moaned yourself watching him loose himself.

"Your doing perfect-FUCK SOO~ YES PERFECT! Just- please don't stop fuck OH-OHGOD! I-I'm gonna cum! Fuck fuck yes just-oh God fuck babe please?!" He roared loud and suddenly stilled arched high. You felt it, the way his cock jerked in your hand pumping his release from his balls. Then he was releasing thick dribbles of cum spurt from his tip. In a blind panic you tightened your hand just under his crown and slapped your hand over his head suddenly afraid of him getting your sheets messy. You wasn't sure why. It was irrational but it was a knee jerk reaction.  

"FUCK FUCK- BABE?! Yes- OH! God ple-please I need to- please please fuck let go please I can't?!"He swore at contorted bucking into you powerfully as you did so. The flat of your palm blocking his release, forcing his orgasm to last longer as his cumulative was trapped in his cock. Henry squinted and rocked up into your palm grunting and choking on his own moans almost unable to breath then you finally pulled away. Gasping as he finally growled cumming in thick ropes across himself. The force of his delayed release making his cock bob and sway under its own power. He grunted and thrusted his hips moaning breathing heavy still letting loose more cumulative dribbling from him even as his cock began softening and laid back on his abdomen.

You blinked eyeing him cautiously as he panted looking up at the ceiling groaning, bringing his hands to his hair and dragging his fingers through it wiping his sweaty brow. You flicked your gaze to your hand smothered in his release. Without even a though you brought you palm to your face and sniffed, there wasn't really a smell to it, just male but clean? Then you craned forward and tentatively lapped at it.

It was... strange a peculiar taste but not unpleasant, musty and male but not salty like others had lead you to belive. You lapped gingerly and paused hearing him growl a very low Geralt growl through some harsh pants the force of his erratic breaths rocking the bed.  

"Baby you really need to stop that~ because if not we will end up doing this all night~" You flushed wide eyed at him and  

"I-Is that such a bad thing?" you quipped popping a finger into your mouth and sucking feeling sexier then you probably looked. You quickly tore your hand away from your face embarrassed at the thought wiped it on the covers beside you.

"oh god you think you can just tease huh? Well if you get me hard again I may have to just roll you over and show you just how long in can hold you on the edge hm?" he teased making you falter the image of being below him thrashing as he held you on the edge of rapture, which you just knew he would be able to do effortlessly, the ache between your thighs deepen. But he didn't give you a chance to dwell on it as he grinned mischievously at you and pounced. You squealed as he dived over you caging you below him not caring that h was now fully naked over you, or that his now flaccid cock was dirtying your nighty. He held you dragging your lips to meet his in a deep kiss, tongue and teeth both ravaging your mouth biting your lips and nipping at your tongue as you prodding him with it trying to ease yourself into his mouth keening.

You whined feeling a wet patch form on your belly from his cock rubbing into it. He rocked over you grunting and claiming your mouth as his own once more, not caring in the slightest that you now tasted of him. But then again it was probably the same for him and it was you. There was a possessiveness that came with tasting of one another. He pulled back holding himself over you with one hand gazeing down at you still pinning you with his abdomen and waist. His heavy from wasn't  uncomfortable, in fact it was very nice having him over you like this, comforting in a strange way?

He breathed in deep trying to draw in lungfulls of the delicious coconut mango shampoo and body wash you used. His free hand smoothed over your cheek cupping it in his hand. You whined closing your eyes nuzzling into the gentle palm sighing and fluttered your eyes relaxing in your own skin for what felt like the first time on your life. Henry's face softened, settling into a warm smile, wide blue eyes staring at you adoringly.

"I love you Y/n" you froze mouth hanging open as he whispered the words at you. You blinked and tried to breath or speak or anything! But you were shell shocked. 'he... He just? Oh my- no but? Henry just? OH FUCK! FUCK HE DOES- HE LOVES ME? HE LOVES ME! Joey, mum Anya tee- they were right! He-henry loves me back! I'm... Oh god' tears gathered in your eyes at the thoughts, the realisation that you were in love and loved in return!

He held his breath biting his lip cursing himself as you went quiet, the room became tense as the seconds passed.  Somehow he just couldn't hold back this time. He just had to finally tell you premature or not. He loved you whole heartedly and you needed to know. It had just felt right but maybe he shouldn't have blurted it out in his afterglow like that. But he had and he couldn't take it back. He wouldn't.  

You managed to compose yourself and swallow the lump in your throat just as panic washed over you when he opened his mouth. He looked apologetic and as if he was about to start to take it back. You didn't give him a chance to and moved sitting up on your elbows diving in for another kiss trying to pour your feeling into it. He must have got the message, he relaxed and smiled against your lips making you pulled back as tears began rolling down your face and you sniffed quietly trying not to bawl like silly little girl.

"I l-love you too H-Henry" you wept quietly somehow giggling through the tears and admission. Henry rolled on his side and wound his arms around you dragging you to his chest snuggling you. He grinned his heart about ready to burst as you told him what he'd been waiting so long to hear. He tucked his head into your neck kissing you as you cried sweetly. Happy tears of his own slowly streaking his face wetting your neck as he nuzzled into it muttering over and over I love you almost like he was making up for lost time, all the instances he'd wanted to tell you now spilling from him. And the best thing? Was you uttering it back every single time.  

This was it. This is what love was supposed to be open, warm and unafraid. Freeing and all consuming. And now he knew what true love felt like he wasn't letting go. He was never letting you go. He summarized holding you tighter as you clutched at him. Now all he had to do was fuck you silly to drive home the message, but that could wait. For now he was going to enjoy this feeling of finally having the love of his life in his arms. No secrets. No wondering. No uncertainty. You loved him and he loved you and from here on out it was the two of you against the world. He eyes you as your breathing evened out your tears stopped and you watched him skimming a finger over his chest swirling the small curls.

"I think we should get some sleep love, afterall you are training with me tomorrow and I wont be going easy on you~" he teased chuckling as you pouted.

"B-but I hurt my leg" you whined at him

"Your leg was fine when you were rocking on it earlier... Why were you rocking anyway love? Have an inch needing scratching?" he quipped prodding your side making you squirm and whimper at him cheeks flushing. He definetly knew you had an inch needing scratching. It was just a shame you really did need to be wide awake tomorrow.

"I-I? Just shut up you!" you grunted and snuggled into his chest more hiding away from him.

"Aww don't be like that, I promise once I'm done throwing you about tomorrow I will tend to your little Eden~" he teased making your whole body glow bright red at his sweet yet tempting promise.  

"D-Don't call it that!" you squeaked out at him.

"But Eden is cute? Or do you prefer kitty? Cunny? Princess parts? Love box? Fanny? No your right I don't like that oh what about Quim? Peach... But your ass is more like a peach-" he started listing off more nicknames for your most intimate parts each one worse then the others.

"Fuck okay okay Eden! Eden it is! Jesus Christ just stop!" you snipped trying to stop this madness. He released a deep belly laugh at your flustered look and held you tighter.

"Never~ come on lights out love"

"fucking give you lights out if you carry on" you huffed pouting but snuggled into him making him laugh as he flicked off the tv and bed side light.

"Ooo feisty I like it~" he muttered into the darkness pulling the covers over the both of you getting ready to settle for the night.

"Oh go to sleep, aren't men supposed to pass out after popping one off?" you asked with a sigh.

"Most men but love you forget I am a Witcher we have inhuman stamina so another three should do it if your offering~" he said cheekily making you sigh loudly making him press a kiss to your head.

"Good night honey, I love you" instantly the slight irritation you had melted and you tipped your face up and pressed a kiss to his lips making him freeze obviously not expecting the kiss.

"I love you too now get some sleep, if your throwing me around I want you well rested and on your A game." with that you both fell into silence drifting off to sleep tangled in one another's embrace the prefect image of a blissful couple.

[chaeiimimi]

02 𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖇𝖆𝖇𝖞

Summary: you weren’t really sure how it happened, but an average student who wore glasses and spent all her extra time on bookstores and library managed to date your school’s volleyball club setter. On your 3rd year of law school, your ten years anniversary to be exact, he went home from Argentina and it was a week before he was going back, he broke up with you with the reason of he can’t handle long-distance relationship anymore despite being at it for two years. You didn’t cry, you stood there as he was sobbing in front of you, you held his face in your palms and offered him a gentle smile, gentle enough to let him know you’ll support him and will always be watching him, together with the child in your stomach right now, but he doesn’t need to know that.

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after feeding Hayato, you spent the whole morning preparing for your afternoon picnic with the boys, cooking up food, cleaning the house and preparing the picnic basket, it was your day off

by afternoon, Akira called you during their stopover saying she wants you to pick her up tomorrow morning which you agreed to do

it was a well-spent afternoon, you walked to the park, pushing twin stroller. 

you set up the picnic blanket and the food as you laid the twins on the blanket and almost immediately they crawled around the cloth giggling at each other while you indulge in a new book, a sandwich and an iced coffee

the neighborhood teenagers played with your sons (with your permission ofc) cooing at how adorable they were

you spent a good four hours in the park, it was already getting dark when you decided to go home, you kept your stuff and journeyed back home , dropping by the grocery store in front of your place to stock up on your food and your babies’ food 

the store was owned by two lovely old couple who were always happy with having you come by, they would give you coupons for baby food and offer to take care of the boys as you shop, it wasn’t only the elderly couple who loved the boys, your landlady who got divorced the same year you gave birth to your kids also loved them and brought fruits for you during her visits, the couple and their three-year-old son next door loved inviting you every so often, the lovely flower shop owner down the streets gave you flowers on mother’s day when she saw you were pregnant even the Thai food restaurant owner and his daughter loved giving you discounts on takeout with the promise of bringing the twins with you the next time you come visit

you were truly blessed to have such an amazing and friendly neighborhood 

when you arrived home, you quickly put the groceries to their rightful places, gave the twins a bath and tuck them in and then finally eating dinner

you were now standing in front of the airport, waiting for your best friend to arrive, you left the twins in the care of your parents

“besstiieeee” the shrill voice of your bestfriend invaded your ears as she ran towards you and gave you a tight embrace which you reciprocated

damn you missed this woman so much

“oh my gosh I missed you, you crazy woman” you rolled your eyes at her but there was a happy smile on your face

“where’s your hotel? let’s take your stuff there” you suggested

“oh no don’t worry about that, my assistant already took care of that”

sometimes you forget that your best friend was now a world-renowned photographer 

you nodded silently 

“let’s go shopping for clothes to wear tomorrow” she squeals enthusiastically

“oh yea sure i’ll accompany you, I have clothes at home-”

“oh no girl, we are glamming you up” you looked at her with a deadpanned expression

“what? i haven’t seen you glammed up, since- i don’t know High School Prom? pleaaassseeee” and then she hits you with her puppy dog eyes 

you just sighed knowing you were in for a shopping spree that lasts for an eternity 

“Asahi-san” 

you tilted your head in confusion as you walked in a fashion store owned by  Karasuno’s ace?

“hello to you Akira” he said in a gentle voice 

the first time you talked to him you were actually shocked at how gentle his voice is, he always seemed so...intimidating?

“can you pick an outfit for my best friend? we’re attending a high school reunion” 

he looks at you and offered you a small smile 

“alright, this way ladies”

you were now standing in front of the venue, wearing a tight gray dress with a white long sleeve kind of see through material underneath and some black heels (this) while Akira stood beside you in her pretty red velvet dress

your heart was thumping really hard against your chest, it felt like it was about to break your ribcage, you wanted to back out right then and there 

“let’s go?” Akira asked patting your shoulders as you nodded nervously 

you entered the venue and saw a lot of familiar faces, you were not very friendly during high school and you were either known as “Oikawa’s girlfriend” or “Akira’s bestfriend” 

but you did greet the people who greeted you and exchanged smiles with some people often

you even met Kyotani, Yahaba, Kindaichi and Kunimi at the bar as they greeted you and Akira 

you gave them a “good evening” and a smile

unlike you, Akira was a sociable person, that’s why you were left in a table alone while she greets her old friends, you even had to assure her that you were fine

“Y/n” you turn your head to the direction of the familiar voice

“Iwa” you smiled at the former ace 

“it’s been so long, how are you?” he asks as he sits on the chair beside you

“I’ve been good” you smiled 

there was silence for a while when he suddenly spoke up

“how are they?” he asks 

“they grew up healthy and happy” you tensed up a little bit

“did you receive my six-month gift?” he asks and you chuckled

“yes Iwa, the stroller was very convenient, thank you” you gave him a smile 

“are you planning on telling him?” he asks

you gave him a sad smile

“being in the same industry, you know fully well that now’s not the right time” 

he nods at you silently, yes he knows, but he can’t help but feel sad for his bestfriend, he was missing out on a lot, he also can’t help but feel sorry for you, you were only in your mid twenties yet you are carrying such a heavy burden

raising a child isn’t easy, let alone raising twins, parenting and finance are no where near easy tasks

“iwa-chan you-”

that moment, your breathe hitched, the pounding of your heart muffled the music blasting, your throat started to tighten and there were tears ready to form at the back of your eyes

you wanted to run to him, hug him tightly, tell him everything you’ve been going through since he left, tell him about his sons and how they resembled him so much

but you were stuck in your seat 

“hey”

“hey” 

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[danniburgh]

Children's Game (a RushBit one shot)

Pairing: Javier Peña x ofc//f!reader with name.

Summary: Javi and you go to the county fair... that's basically it.

Word count: +1.9k

Chapter warnings: Javi and Flor being DORKS and mentions of guns

A/N: This is canon RushBit after the main story, and part of the Writer Wednesday challenge by @autumnleaves1991-blog, thank you baby, you gave me an excuse to post this before of when i was intending lmao

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“Why are we here again?” Javier asked once you hopped off the truck, you chuckled and he reached to grab your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours, sending a bit of an electric rush through your body. Incredible how he could do that after so long.

“We promised Chucho we would get him some churros,” you reminded him, and he sighed, guiding you to the entrance.

“You know he can make them, right?” he half rethorized half whined as he paid for two tickets and you laughed at him.

“Yeah, but he likes the ones here, why do you have to be such a baby about it?” you teased and he tugged your hand to move you closer to him.

“Call me baby one more time,” he whispered on your cheek.

“What are you gonna do?” you replied, giving him a daring glance and enjoying how his neck, despite the sun setting behind him, was reddening slowly. Javier huffed and started walking inside “that’s more like it.” you teased again, making him chuckle.

The county fair was roaring with people, you two could barely walk two steps without bumping into someone and you could see on Javier’s face how he was hating it.

“Just an hour, babe,” you muttered next to him, gripping his hand tighter, and he nodded twice to let you know he heard it.

You walked a bit more; you were enjoying the way the lights looked like little warm stars, the different kind of music that was playing on each game made your ears a bit ringy but for you it was tolerable.

He saw you eye out the Ferris wheel and noticed the way you sighed at the sight of the big attraction, he wanted to ask if you wanted to get up but his head was starting to pound and he knew the height wouldn't do any good to either of you.

Javier let out a relieved sigh when you got to the churros and funnel cake stand, and you kissed his cheek when you found a spot at the end of the line.

“I want cotton candy,” you thought out loud when you saw a man walking around with a large pole filled with already made and bagged cotton candy, you turned to him “you want one?” Javier looked at you and narrowed his eyes at you and shook his head “‘kay, but I won’t give you from mine” you told him, knowing he would try to eat from yours as his sweet tooth was apparently, uncontrollable, rummaging in your jean’s pocket for some change and sliding your hand off the entanglement with his.

Javier saw you walking to the cotton candy man and absentmindedly smiled at how you managed yourself around. All security and confidence.

As the line got shorter he kept looking at you, talking a bit with the man and then choosing a cotton candy bigger than your head, Javier chuckled when the man helped you open the bag and you almost dropped it on the floor, which made you bark a laugh and smile at the seller.

You turned around and walked to him, smiling like a little girl with your big ass cotton candy in hand, pinching little pieces out with your fingers and shoving them inside your mouth.

“Your tongue is getting stained already,” he said and you giggled, Javier raised his hand to pinch a bit of the fluff and you furrowed your brown.

“No, no,” you moved it to the side and out of his reach “I asked you if you wanted one,” Javier rolled his eyes and stepped closer to you.

“I’ll buy you a funnel cake,” he tried to bargain. You shook your head.

“I don’t want a funnel cake,” you replied and made him sigh.

“Why are you so stubborn?” he muttered on your face, the line kept moving and you with it.

“I’m not stubborn,” you said, he smirked and threw his head to the side “well maybe I am, but is my cotton candy.”

Javier chuckled again and threw his hands to the air, defeated. Your turn came and he asked for two bags of churros and a large funnel cake to-go.

He paid and grabbed your hand to walk to the exit, the path on the way out was less crowded and you two actually got to see some of the attractions, laughing at the screams of the children that enjoyed the rides and at the laughters of teenagers wasting their money away on the games.

You stood straighter when you saw a shooting game and tugged at his hand, letting the last piece of aired sugar you had bitten off the cotton candy melt in your mouth.

“What?” Javier looked at you, puzzle faced.

“Shooting game! Let’s go win Pepe a stuffed animal,” you didn’t wait for his reply and pulled him to start walking towards the game stand.

“He is a stuffed animal,” Javier let out as a comeback and you just chuckled at it “baby he has more than enough toys, you have him spoiled.”

You turned around to look at him and he just rolled his eyes.

“If he has more than enough toys then why does he keep chewing on your boots?” Javier didn’t reply, knowing you were right “besides I think he needs one.”

“He doesn’t,” he tried to reason as you let his hand go, handed him your half eaten cotton candy and went to his back pocket to pull his wallet out.

“He does” you said and he saw you take a couple dollars out of it and go to return the leather square to its designated spot in his jeans, he smiled and cringed a bit when you first rubbed his butt over the denim, looking at you smiling teasingly and winking at him.

“Tease,” he accused and you chuckled, grabbing back the paper stick with the severely shrunk cotton candy, walking to the kid that was tending the game.

“Hi, how many tries for a turn?” you asked him and he smiled at you both and his green gaze lingered a bit on Javier.

“Five pellets for turn, ma’am, a dollar each one.” he answered with his toothy smile and you paid him.

“Only one, keep the change,” you told him and if it was possible, he widened his smile.

“Appreciate it ma’am,” he pulled a little box and started counting pellets “I’m sorry, sir?” he addressed Javier, a bit fidgety, you could tell he was nervous without the need to read him, Javier nodded his chin to him “yo-you’re Javier Peña, right?” the kid asked and Javier stiffened next to you, nodding again, the kid smiled again, handing him the pellets, Javier opened his hand and the kid let them fall on his open palm “we’re learning about the drug war in school, there’s a picture of you and your partner on my book,” he mumbled and you heard Javier sighing next to you “you’re awesome, sir, thank you.”

You turned to look at Javier and saw him smile softly to the kid and nodding again to him.

“Rifle six is free,” the kid looked back at you, pointing at the last one “you shot at three bottles and you choose any stuffed animal you want.”

“Thanks, love,” you said and walked along the short bar where old rifles were stuck and pointing to a variety of glass bottles laid up on several shelves, “didn’t think they would be teaching about it so soon,” you commented as you reached rifle six.

“It’s been three years, they’re moving fast.” he mumbled and said nothing more, there was a younger kid and a woman on each side of the shelves, you grabbed the bag of treats from Javier’s hand and gestured to the rifle with the cotton candy “go on, big guy” you teased.

“You want me to do it?” he asked, a fake tired expression on his face, you nodded and pushed his arm a bit towards the gun “Flor…”

“Don’t even start,” you scolded at the sound of your nickname “go”

He rolled his eyes and loaded the rifle with the first pellet, moving it to the side. You saw his shoulders rise and then he took a shot, sending it between two bottles.

His shoulders dropped and without looking back at you he loaded it again, you pressed your lips together at the sight of him doing the same, a little bit to the right and taking a shot again, failing.

You snorted and he turned to frown at you.

“Steve was right,” you covered your mouth with the back of your hand and he put his hands on his waist “you a lousy shot,” you said between laughs.

“It’s a children’s game!” he complained.

“Is it?” you teased.

“You think you can do better?” he dared and you shot up your brows.

“I know I can,” you replied, handing him the bag and the last of the candy, which he took with the same hand and then gave you the last three pellets.

You saw him taking a bite of the candy behind you and rolled your eyes as you loaded the gun.

You crouched a bit so the rifle’s stock could be supported on your shoulder and moved it a bit to the left, you breathed in and taking the shot you let the air out, hitting a bottle right in the middle.

“I told you!” you yelled at Javier, turning to see him, he smiled at you and nodded to it.

“Two more,” he said, and pointed to one on the upper right corner with the hand that held the candy “shot that one, the blue one,” he dared and you nodded, turning back to the gun.

You loaded the gun again and noticed the way the rear sight was slightly tilted and so you pointed the front sight to the bottle, repeated the breath in and shot as the air left your lungs, smashing the blue bottle in several pieces. Javier let out a laugh behind you and you turned around with your lower lip between your teeth, trying to commit the sound to memory.

There weren't many things that made Javier laugh as there were many that made him smile. In the years you’ve been together you could count on both hands the moment you had actually heard him laugh out loud. The sound was rough and smokey, like his voice but different from his chuckles, and sometimes he ended up coughing a bit because of the years he spent smoking, but it was something that filled you chest and brain and body with a happiness you thought you would never be feeling. It was one of your favorite noises in the world.

“Last one,” you announced as he finished the cotton candy “pick your shot, señor,” Javier narrowed his eyes at the bunch of settled bottles and found one of a beer he liked right in the middle, he pointed at it and you widened your smile “aye aye captain.”

You loaded the gun and moved it, waited for the kid to replace one of the smashed bottles and breathed in and out, shooting and hitting the neck of the bottle, breaking only the top part. You gasped and covered your mouth, turning to look at Javier. He had his mouth half opened and his eyebrows raised. You wanted to laugh at his expression and at the way his mouth was slightly stained from the cotton candy.

“Ma’am,” the kid called you and you turned to look at him “pick your stuffie,” you chuckled and pointed at a yellow tiger.

The woman grabbed a pole and took it down, handing it to you.

“Thanks” you smiled at her and put the stuffed animal behind your arm, stepping to Javier.

“Well done, baby.” he took your free hand and tugged you to kiss your cheek.

“Still think it’s a children’s game?”

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[theweasleysredhair]

Distracted [F.W.]

Character: Fred Weasley

Word Count: 2628

Requested?: Yes/No

Summary: Fred Weasley is hot and boy, does he know it.

WARNINGS: it’s a lil spicy, read with caution. a couple of saucy comments, just the usual with fred idk.

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Disclaimer: Gif isn't mine, credit to whoever made it

A/n: i am really feeling fred atm, so here’s an extremely self-indulgent freddie thirst fic for all my lovelies who are also irrevocably in love with him - enjoy!

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Fred Weasley knew just how to get under your skin. It was a skill he had, a talent of knowing exactly what to do to get you hot and bothered, especially when you weren’t expecting it. It was especially frustrating when you couldn’t do anything about it, considering you were stuck in limbo between being friends and being more, and whilst you liked the lingering stares and longing touches, you couldn’t help but want more with him.

You had hoped he would’ve asked you to the Yule Ball last year - in fact, everyone was insistent that he would - but then he’d asked Angelina instead, which was hard to watch - George had laughed with his brother, but had grabbed your hand under the table in comfort - and made you doubt Fred actually returned your feelings at all.

Despite this, you’d actually ended up going to the ball with an extremely cute Durmstrang boy yourself, so you weren’t completely complaining, and of course, Fred had actually ended the night with you in his arms, dancing to the musical stylings of The Weird Sisters. It was also the night of your first - and only - kiss with Fred, under the stars in the Courtyard, in front of the fountain.

It was perfect, and you thought maybe things would change between you, maybe you’d be more, however when he didn’t act any different, never mentioned it again, you decided to keep quiet about it too.

In fact, you’d been pretty good at keeping your feelings under wrap since then. Of course, everyone knew how you felt - or at the very least, suspected - but no one said a word (besides Hermione, who you’d confessed everything to after she’d asked about it, knowing she wouldn’t say a word but also that she wouldn’t stop asking until she knew the truth).

And you were fine. Everything was fine. Until you got invited to the Burrow a few weeks before summer ended, and when you’d arrived after a month or so of not seeing Fred, you’d felt winded at his first smile of greeting, and felt your heart beating out of your chest when he’d pulled you into a hug, holding you against him as you buried your face into the jumper he was wearing at the time.

His hair had been cut since you’d last seen him on the Hogwarts Express, and whilst you’d liked the long hair - had enjoyed the way it had felt as you ran your hands through it that one time you’d kissed him - you couldn’t help how attracted you were to him with shorter hair, constantly feeling the urge to tug at it whenever you saw him.

He looked especially good when his hair was all tousled, windswept - exactly like it was as you watched him sitting on his broomstick outside as he waited for his siblings to be ready to play a last practise game of Quidditch before you’d all be leaving for 12 Grimmauld Place before the school year started back up again.

You were sat at a table in the kitchen underneath the large window overlooking the garden, giving you a perfect view of the sunshine and your friends playing Quidditch. Also a perfect view of Fred wearing a tight t shirt, holding his beater’s bat behind his neck, resting it on his shoulder blades as he showed off his biceps and laughed as Ron nearly fell off his broom due to a particularly sharp dig from Ginny’s elbow.

They’d asked if you or Hermione wanted to join, however you knew you wouldn’t be much use playing Quidditch when Fred was being as distracting as his was, and besides, you had a Herbology project to work on. Hermione had also elected not to play, not having much of an interest in playing Quidditch, and instead resided in her room with a book she’d borrowed from Molly.

You glanced out of the window as the boys flew up on their broomsticks, letting the quaffle, snitch and bludgers fly out, immediately beginning to play. You’d always loved watching Quidditch at Hogwarts, cheering for your house and the excitement and thrills that came with it. There was always an added element when you knew that Fred was playing too.

He was a good beater - possibly the best in Hogwarts, tied with George - his actions fluid as he flew around the air with ease, practicing new strategies and working on his skills after a school year of being unable to play due to the Triwizard Tournament taking over.

You watched his arms clench as he hit the bludgers away, his hands grasping the bat in a way you wanted him to grasp you. Something about the way he flew around and hit the bludgers so easily made you sigh contently as you set your quill to one side, forgetting about your project.

The exercise coupled with the midday August heat meant practise didn’t last too long - much to your dismay - but enough to make Fred sweaty, clearly breathing heavily as he jumped off his broom and grabbed a water of bottle he’d discarded to one side before playing.

He downed nearly half the bottle, before wafting his t shirt a little to cool himself down, then suddenly, as if someone had taken one of your daydreams and brought it to life, he lifted the bottle and tipped it over his head, the water cascading down his hair and face.

You watched as if it were in slow motion, the water drenching his already tight-fitting t shirt, the fabric clinging to the outline of his abs as he closed his eyes and let the water cool him down.

His biceps clenched as he brought his arm back down again, and you were once again brought to the attention of his hands gripping the bottle, gaze following along his forearms as you stared at the veins protruding.

Your mouth dropped a little, heart pounding as you watched water droplets fall down his face and collarbone, as he opened his eyes and ran a hand through his now wet hair sticking to his forehead, trying to mess it up a little more.

He then pulled up the bottom of his t shirt to wring out the excess water, exposing his abdomen and suddenly you forgot how to function, barely being able to breathe as you took in the sight.

“What’s wrong?” Hermione asked as she entered the kitchen and wandered by your table, noticing your faraway look and the fact you hadn’t actually started your project yet. She grabbed some leftover food from the counter and turned to look at you.

“Fred Weasley is what’s wrong,” you grumbled, turning away from watching him reluctantly, “He’s infuriating... ly good looking.”

Hermione shook her head with a soft smile, “I really don’t know what you see in him.”

Thoughts of Fred wearing a wet t shirt danced through your mind as you swallowed harshly. “I don’t know either,” you lied.

“Well, let me know if you want any help with your project - I’ve finished mine,” Hermione offered as she headed out of the kitchen. You called out a “Thank you!” to her retreating form as your attention was pulled back to the eldest twin outside.

He was laughing at something someone had said, before he began making his way towards the back door, which so happened to be near where you were sitting.

Your heart was pounding as he entered the room, you averting your gaze from him as you pretended you were looking at anything but him.

“Like what you saw?” His voice suddenly rang out through the room. You looked over at him - it taking all your effort to not stare at the way his shirt was clinging to him - and cleared your throat, blinking up at him innocently.

“Excuse me?”

“Noticed you watching me outside, especially at the end. Darling, do you find me pouring water down myself attractive?” Fred replied with a cheeky grin shot in your direction, before heading over to a high cabinet and grabbing a glass out, filling it from the tap.

“I didn’t even notice,” you shook your head adamantly, sneakily staring at the way his drenched t shirt accentuated the way the muscles in his back moved.

Fred’s smug expression as he turned around told you he didn’t believe you in the slightest, “Are you sure? Because it definitely seemed like you were enjoying the view.”

“Don’t be daft, I’ve been here working on my Herbology project,” you gestured to the parchment in front of you, gulping as you realised you still hadn’t actually written a word down, much less even opened your textbook.

Fred smirked as he noticed this, bringing his glass of water to his lips slowly as he took a sip, “You do realise windows work two ways, right love?”

And indeed, this had been a fact you’d forgotten, in your distracted haze. You felt your heart beating faster as you hoped - prayed - he was just playing around and didn’t actually look up to see you ogling him from the window. How embarrassing.

“I am aware of that, yes,” you nearly stuttered, hoping you came across nonchalantly but knowing by the grin widening on his face that you’d failed.

“So you know I could see you checking me out, right? All your staring,“ he teased, running a hand through his wet hair and making you forget where you were for a moment.

“I wasn’t staring at you,” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest, “I was staring at George.”

“Oh yeah? If that’s true, what colour shirt was George wearing?”

You knew he knew he had you with that, as your mind went blank. Because truthfully, the only person you’d been staring at was, in fact, Fred, and you hated that he was extremely aware of that.

“Green?” You guessed, hoping your guess was miraculously correct. Watching as Fred grinned at you knowingly, you knew immediately you’d gotten it wrong.

“Red,” he corrected and you sighed helplessly.

You stood up to face him properly, pushing your hair back out of your face as you looked up at him. Fred’s eyes travelled down your frame for a few seconds, him absent-mindedly biting his lip at the sight of you.

He blinked, taking in the sight of you wearing denim shorts, fitted to your thighs - thighs he wanted wrapped around him - and his breath caught in his throat as he realised the light coloured shirt you were wearing, knotted at your waist and showing a slither of your stomach, was in fact his.

He found himself distracted, vaguely aware that you were speaking to - or rather, ranting at - him, as he stared at you, before zoning back in just as he heard you say, “I mean, what would you do if I suddenly grabbed a bottle of water and poured it over me?”

Images began flying through his head. There were a lot of things he would do, most of which involved him pressed against you and his hands all over you, preferably with you moaning his name.

“Maybe you should do it and find out,” he said completely seriously, wanting nothing more than to watch as you poured water down yourself.

You rolled your eyes, albeit feeling a tad flustered, “Can you just... change your shirt please.”

“Why, is something distracting you, love?” He asked almost innocently, tilting his head to one side - almost as if in concern, however his cocky grin told you that he knew exactly what he was doing.

You gulped, not being able to stop your eyes from wandering down to his clenched abs, covered by the wet material of his t shirt yet not leaving much to the imagination. He, of course, noticed this and saw an opportunity to tease you even more.

“Well, if you really want me out of this shirt...” he sighed playfully and shook his head with a smile, before placing his glass down and grabbing the bottom of his shirt, and pulling it - slowly - off of him.

You watched as the fabric pulled from his skin, knowing he was doing it on purpose yet not being able to turn away, your mouth dropping a little as he exposed his toned torso, shorts hanging low on his hips.

You felt your mouth go dry, eyes widening a little, both mentally cursing and proposing to him just from this sight alone.

He pulled the shirt over his head and ran a hand through his hair again, and you fought the urge to dramatically collapse back into the chair behind you as he smirked at you.

This boy was going to be the death of you.

“Fred,” you spoke warningly, forcing yourself to look back up to his eyes - which, unfortunately for you, were just as distracting.

“Y/n,” he replied with a cheeky grin, leaning back against the counter, his hands gripping onto the counter sides, making the veins in his forearms pop out, and you swore you lost the ability to breathe in that moment.

“I mean it.”

“What? I’m not doing anything,” he pretended to be innocent, “It’s too hot to wear a t shirt at the moment.”

“You’re too hot,” you mumbled under your breath, then cleared your throat, hoping he didn’t quite catch what you said. When he didn’t react, you assumed he hadn’t and continued on, “You know exactly what you’re doing. You’re insufferable.”

Fred stepped closer to you, enjoying the way your breath hitched as his hand reached out to hold your waist. He then leant forward, his face centimetres from yours, a smirk gracing his lips as his tongue darted out across his bottom lip, “You know you love me.”

“Oh do I now?” You moved a little closer, looking up into his eyes as he moved his lips subconsciously towards yours. “Yeah,” he confirmed, nodding a little, eyes half-lidded, “You do.”

He paused for a moment, his free hand reaching to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear as he cupped your jaw, “And I love you.”

“Do you?” You whispered as his lips brushed against yours gently.

“Course I do,” he mumbled, looking at you softly before pressing his lips properly against yours, the hand on your waist squeezing a little before moving to rest against the small of your back, pushing you towards him to ensure there was no space left between you.

His lips moved against yours roughly, his tongue licking into your mouth as your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down towards you. His hands guided themselves to hold the back of your thighs, just under your bum, and you only just heard the “Jump.” that he’d muttered against you, before you did as he said.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and he sat you on the table beside your long-forgotten project, him leaning you back on said table ever so slightly as he gripped your hips. One of your hands moved to lay flat on his bare chest, the other running through his still-damp hair and tugging a little just as you’d imagined.

He pulled away, breathing heavily as he continued to press kisses to your lips, moving down your jaw and towards your neck.

“Still want me to put a shirt back on?” He grinned against your skin. “Nah,” you bit your lip as he kissed just under your ear, before moving to grab his hands in yours, jumping off the table and pulling him towards the stairs, aiming to head towards his bedroom,

“I’d rather just take mine off instead.”

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content creator 2021 wrapped tag game

Cut this into what works for you. Want to do only one instead of five? Do it. Tag 2 people? Do it. This game is not your mum or the Apple App store to tell you what to do. But there are a couple of rules:

RULE 1: Review your creations over 2021. Tag some gifmakers/creators, friends and strangers to get them to do the same.

RULE 2: Link to the content, commentary optional.

thank you @usermurdocks and @capinejghafa  for tagging me!

5 (or more!) creations from others that made you smash the reblog button hard, closely followed by your ‘insp’ tag or ‘fave tag’. Link to sets that started conversations, outstanding composition, colouring, etc.

oh man there are so many that i’ve love i will probably never be able to list them all but will try my best

ladies of shadow and bone -> color palette / characteristics by @capinejghafa

okay okay this set is just so gorgeous and was such a great gift. and it has like everything you could want, all the sab ladies, gorgeous blending, and beautiful colors!

i also want to mention myra’s kanej + reincarnation au gifset because like it’s gorgeous it’s kanej and it’s purple...like what more could you want!

the witcher › season 2 by @jjmaybanks

there are so many of beck’s gifsets i could mention but like the fact that this edit was made just from the trailer is just amazing! like it’s so gorgeous, the coloring is amazing and has such a cool layout. but like my favorite part is the middle gif, i’ve never seen anyone use do the mix of colors and b&w on a layout and I just thinks it’s so cool!

okay i’m going to mention another one because I can’t help myself but this ciri gifset is ummm just art, it’s stunning and gorgeous and i don’t know what else to say about it other i think you all should just go stare at because it’s gorgeous

darkling by @clarke-griffin

okay the first time i saw this gif i just stared and then i want to both make gifsets as stunning and to never make gifs again because i could never make something as stunning. it’s just amazing and one of coolest uses of overlays and textures i’ve seen in gifs!

yennefer meme: femme fatale by @yenvengerberg

i just...it’s gorgeous and don’t really know what else to say because what is there to say??? I could stare this edit for hour and probably have but it’s just stunning and fits the film noir/femme fatale vibe so well

rebecca + alone by @queencalanthes​

i think my jaw literally dropped when i saw this edit. like the way... THE WAY THE TEXT DISAPPEARS IN THE LAST GIF?!?! it’s so good it makes me lose my mind

okay, i’m going to stop now but i could probably keep going forever there are sooooo many talented creators on here

4-5 creations of which you’re proud. These are goals you scored. Nothing to do with notes.

nina zenik

i think this was probably the first edit  of mine where i really tried to do something cool with the typography and really liked how it ended up!

kaz brekker

i think this was the first gifset that i felt 100% confident post and just overall felt good about

inej ghafa

this edit took me forever, like i’m pretty sure i had a headache by the end of making it. i think i colored most of the gifs frame by frame but honestly it was worth it. this edit is still one of my favorite edits i’ve ever made and the one i’m most proud

ciri of cintra

i just love the colors in this a whole lot and honestly had a lot of fun making this. i mostly used it as an excuse to try some different coloring and affects that i hadn’t done before

3-4 creations others loved. Include the one that one that got most notes, great comments, or the classic ‘how dare you!’

letterboxd reviews + sebastian 

letterboxd reviews + lilo and stitch

inej ghafa

2-3 creations that stretched you as a creator: style, coloring, blending, text, etc. include the one that should have got more notes.

nina zenik 

making this edit was an experience...one that might have involved tears 

daredevil

this was the second edit i made with a layout and like it tested me man. first the math of trying to figure out the size of the gifs and then just putting everything together was an EXPERIENCE

1 creation of yours that you find most aesthetically pleasing to the eye and self AND 1 creation that broke and (maybe remade you) as a creator – we all have that one.

   aesthetically pleasing: yennefer + tissaia

maybe one of my more simple edits but think it’s one of my favorites!

creation that broke me: inej + knives

i was so excited to make this edit and it just...like still can’t think about it. i just could not make it work how i wanted to

0 the creation that never was because nothing was working that day.

i have a good chuck of sab ladies rainbow edit done. i started it for sab ladies application week but just didn’t finish it in time and i just haven’t had the motivation to work on it since but i do plan to finish it at some point. here’s one of the gifs from the set:

Overall comment on your creativity year 2021: i started gif for the first time in like a year and half and have trying out some many new things and just created so much that i’m proud of!

i don’t know who’s already done this so i’m just going to tag some people:

@rreputatiions, @steve-harringtons, @yelenabeluva, @nikolai-llantsov, @kazs-rietvelds, @queencalanthes​, @riietveld​, @spideyandrews​

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armored heart

pairing: the mandalorian x gn!reader

gif creds: @bestintheparsec

summary: you help din take off his armor after a long day

warnings: none i think, just some softness and fluff, comfort, a little angst if you squint, and heavy dose of yearning bc we all know i’m a slut for that

word count: 932

a/n: hey y’all!! thank you for all the love on make you mine, it means the absolute WORLD to me. i promise i’m diligently working on a part 2, but in the meantime he’s a short thing of fluff that was heavily inspired by this post.  if you prefer to read on ao3 you can do so here.  sorry if it’s a mess but i hope you guys like it!! and as always, comments/reblogs/likes/feedback are always welcomed and appreciated!  

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The first time you asked if you could take off his armor, Din was taken aback.  

Not because you were being forward, the two of you had been intimate with each other already, but because no one had ever asked him such a thing before.

It had been a particularly rough day, no—week.  The bounty he was tasked with chasing had him running in circles for days and by the time he had him frozen in carbonite, the tiredness and exhaustion was settling into his bones.  Being away from the two of you was hard.  

His heart clenched when he opened the door to his small room in the Crest to find you curled up in his clothes and blankets. He cursed at himself for waking you up, watching as you slowly blinked at the dim sliver of light from the door.

“Din?” you murmured, sitting up to reach for him.  

“I’m here, cyar’ika,” he assured, closing the door behind him.

The room was bathed in darkness again, and under the safety of the night he removed his helmet with a soft hiss.  And even though he was sure you couldn’t see anything, Din knew that you noticed the exhaustion, the restlessness, rolling off his body. You always did.  

“What’s wrong?” you asked, not even trying to hide the concern in your voice.  

“Just a rough couple days,” he mumbled, letting out a soft grunt as he bent to take his boots off, his joints protesting.  Maker, he was getting too old for this shit.  

You were fully sitting up in bed now, letting your legs dangle of the edge as you reached for him.  He gravitated towards your warmth, sighing when your hands met his face.  He covered your hands with his own, breathing deep.  

The armor he wore seemed to weigh a ton now, his frame ready to buckle under the weight.  It was as if his body knew that he was finally home and that the armor wasn’t necessary anymore, it’s you that he needed to have on him now.

Din could feel the furrow in your brows from where he stood, the worry that hung over you while you held him, and his heart ached.  You always worried too much.  You’re the reason she worries so much, he reminded himself.  

“Let me take this off and I’ll come into bed with you, mesh’la.”  He began to pull away, to start to remove his armor so he could wrap himself up into the softness that was you, but you pulled him right back in.  It’s like you could sense he was seconds from falling apart.

“No, Din.  Let me,” you insisted.  Confusion gripped him, but quickly settled to warmth when he realized what you were doing.

Soft hands wandered down his neck, down to the pauldrons on his shoulders.  You chose to remove those first, pulling them off and setting them softly on the ground. The heaviness that plagued him was now replaced with your gentle touch.  You’d think he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders with the way he sighed in relief.

Next, you ventured to his chest, removing the crafted cuirass. Your hands lingered just over his racing heart.    

And off came the rest of his defenses—his vambraces, his gloves, his thigh and shin guards, the tough fabric underneath—all melted away in the slow, tender way you always handled him.  

Din is finally bare now, but you’re not done.  You’re pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses on the planes of his chest and up his neck, before finally settling on his lips.  

“I missed you,” you breathed, pressing another kiss to his lips before dropping your forehead to his chest.  He rests his chin atop your head before bending forward to place a chaste kiss there.  

“You have no idea, cyare.”

You pull him to bed then, letting him dwarf your small body with his.  Din pulls you close, burying his nose into the nape of your neck and breathing you in. The tension immediately dissipates from his body, your presence soothing his weary soul.  

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Its become a routine now.  

Not just taking off the armor, but putting it on too.  

And every time you do so, he begins to hear, to see and feel, all the unspoken things your heart is telling him.  

When you shed it off after a long day, in the dead of night, he hears it all.  

His pauldrons.  You’re home now.

His cuirass.  You’re safe.

His vambrace.  I’m proud of you.  

His thigh guards.  Come rest.  

And in the mornings when he has to leave, when you’re fighting the drowsiness in your eyes just to see him one last time before he has to go, he can feel the unspoken promises and affirmations your fingers press into his armor.  He feels it in the way you take your time to make sure everything is perfectly secured and fastened, and he doesn’t doubt for one second it isn’t because it’s you.

His pauldrons.  Be safe.

His cuirass.  Come home to me.

His vambrace.  To us.

His thigh guards.  We’ll be waiting.

But he hears something else in those affirmations, something quiet and selfish when you press your forehead to his helmet in a keldabe kiss.  

Stay, you say, even though you both know he can’t.  

But your touch gives him a new sense of security when he ventures out into the world, one that even the strongest set of beskar couldn’t provide.

No matter what he encounters out there,

it’s your love that brings him home.  

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taglist: @thecl0wnwars @a-dorin

i’m not sure if you wanted to be on my normal taglist or just be added to the part 2 of make you mine, but i’ll tag just in case this might interest you!  @porthaven-crossing @wonderlandgabby @stargazingcarol @dammn-dean (if you want to be added or removed, please feel free to message me!)