#will then grab dinner and see a movie solo

[lordsardine]

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[thinkwosolife23]

Reputation Part 2, Alexia Putellas

You didn't ever anticipate playing against your sister. But here you were, currently flying from Barcalona to London for the first leg of the Champion's League Quarter Final. There were 7 teams that you could've faced but it had to be Arsenal. But facing Arsenal meant multiple things; not only were you facing your childhood club, you also had to face your past - you had to face Katie again.

These past few months had been better than you could've ever imagined. You grew up at Arsenal: you held such a love for the club and nothing would ever change that. But Barcalona gave you a different sense of belonging, like you were a piece of their jigsaw. Like they cherished you for you and not for being Leah Williamson's little sister.

Barcalona were currently sat at the top of the league as well as being in the quarter finals of the Champions League, you wanted to retain both of those titles with the club.

In terms of your personal career: you were improving everyday and your hard work was paying off. At 24, you had just placed 2nd in the rankings for the Ballon D'or. Your club teammate, Aitana Bonmatí had took the top spot.

And then there was Alexia.

She was a dream. She continued to impress you day by day, the world had tossed you the most beautiful, kind and caring soul you could've ever imagined. You didn't know what you did to deserve her.

Since that conversation at the club, you and Alexia had gone on so many different dates. Ranging from movie night on the sofa to picnics on the beach to resturant dinners. You spent weeks trying to prove that you only wanted her, you only needed her.

So, you asked her to be your girlfriend on New years eve.

Flashback……. 31st December 2023

You and Alexia had been apart over the christmas week. Her staying in spain with her mum and sister and you going back to England to be with your family.

Your flight had landed quite late in the afternoon, and Alexia was none the wiser that you were back in Barcalona.

The plan you had to ask Alexia to be your girlfriend was all ready to go.

Mapi had got Alexia to the beach just as you had asked. And now you had just go to said beach. You could see her on the beach just looking at the sunset and the sea. You had gotten Alexia a promise ring whilst back in England and it was currently sat in the back pocket of your jeans.

You headed towards where Alexia was stood and wrapped your arms around her waist, causing her to jump at your touch, clearly not expecting it.

As soon as she turned around, she jumped into your hold; wrapping her legs around your waist and her arms around your neck.

"Tu espalda, te extrañé." (Your back, I missed you.)

"Yo también te extrañé, amor." You said whilst placing her back down on the ground. (I missed you too, love.)

"¿Por qué estamos en la playa?" She asked, confused. (Why are we on the beach?)

"Bueno, quería sorprenderte en algún lugar que ambos amáramos." (Well, I wanted to suprise you somewhere we both loved.)

And it's true, you and Alexia loved the beach. It was one of your favourite places to be together other than the football pitch. Obviously.

"Y quería preguntarte algo." You continued. (And I wanted to ask you something.)

"¿Pregúntame qué?" (Ask me what.)

You took a step back from Alexia and got down on one knee whilst grabbing the promise ring from your back pocket.

"¿No crees que es un poco pronto para esto?" Alexia laughed slightly. (Don't you think it's a bit early for this?)

"No te lo voy a proponer, todavía no." It was only then you realised what it look liked you were going to do. (I'm not proposing, not yet.)

"Oh."

"Es un anillo de promesa. No puedo prometer que no tendremos discusiones ni consecuencias. No puedo prometer que seré perfecto porque ha pasado mucho tiempo desde que hice todo esto. Pero puedo prometerte que siempre estaré a tu lado, siempre te respaldaré y trataré de protegerte. Quiero que seamos tú y yo contra el mundo. Quiero estar contigo y solo contigo. Entonces Alexia, ¿serás mi novia?" (It's a promise ring. I can't promise that we won't have arguements, or fallouts. I can't promise that i'll be perfect because it's a long time since i've done all this. But I can promise that i'll always be by your side, i'll always back you up and try to protect you. I want it to be me and you against the world. I want to be with you and only you. So Alexia, will you be my girlfriend?)

By this point, you were both shedding tears. But Alexia quickly nodded and put her hand out so you could put her promise ring on. She pulled you up and soon attached her lip to yours whilst wrapping her arms around your neck, yours going to her hips pulling her closer to you.

"Te amo." She told you, resting her forehead on yours. (I love you.)

"Yo tambien te amo hermosa" (I love you too, beautiful.)

Flashback Over.

And here you were now, heading towards the tunnel of the Emirates stadium to play your former team.

Your former teammates were already stood in the tunnel, as were some of your current teammates, waiting to head out onto the pitch. Before joining your own sqaud, you quickly went to the front of the Arsenal squad where your sister was stood.

Leah soon wrapped her arms around you, wishing you good luck and telling you that she would speak to you after the game, also letting you know that your mum and brother were in the crowd watching the pair of you.

Alexia was stood on the opposite side to Leah, as they were both captains. You gave her hand a squeeze before heading to the back of the Barcalona squad.

As you were heading back to your spot, you realised that Katie was the person opposite you on the Arsenal side.

It just had to be her didn't it.

"Long time, no see, Y/N" Katie said, with that stupid little smirk on her face.

"Fuck off, McCabe!" You snapped back at her before you were pulled away by Mapi who was stood in front of you.

As soon as you were in sight. The stadium was filled with boo's, the Arsenal fans clearly stating that they felt the betrayal of you leaving. You had expected it though: being there since you were little and then leaving, you knew not everyone would agree with that. Especially the fans.

You had to shut it all out, your focus needed to be on the game.

Arsenal's Starting 11:

GK - M. Zinsberger LB - S. Catley CB - L. Williamson (C) CB - L. Wubben-Moy RB - K. McCabe CDM - L. Walti CM - K. Little CM - F. Maanum LW - C. Foord ST - A. Russo RW - B. Mead

Barcalona Starting 11:

GK - S. Panos LB - O. Batlle CB - I. Paredes CB - M. Leon RB - L. Bronze CDM - K. Walsh CM - P. Guijarro CM - A. Bonmati LW - A. Putellas ST - Y/N Williamson RW - C. G. Hansen

In all honesty, Barcalona were all over Arsenal during the first half, managing to get two goals past the. You and Patri being the two goal scorers, Alexia assisting them both.

However, in the second half, the Arsenal players started to become a lot more reckless. Late challenges, shirt grabs, harsh elbows and pushes was becoming incredibly frequent. You and Alexia seemed to be on the recieving end of most of them.

You managed to contain your fustration, that was until Katie tackled Alexia in the box. It was a high tackle from behind, Katie's studs going straight into the back of Alexia's calf, sending her straight to the ground.

Most of your teammates quickly ran over to where Alexia was laying on the ground. But you went rushing over to where Katie was stood and gave her a harsh push.

"What was that?" You shouted, causing you and Katie to go face to face.

"Proteceting your flavour of the month, how sweet." Katie laughed, her irish voice appearing sarcastic.

"I don't blame you, though. She seems like the desperate type." She continued.

By this point, you had Katie by her collar. Your hands clamped on Katie's shirt. Members of both teams trying to pull the pair of you.

Leah managed to get inbetween you both, her body blocking you from getting to Katie.

"You need to drop it, Y/N." Her sister voice coming out, trying to calm you down.

It wasn't until you heard someone else's voice that you were pulled away.

"Oye mirarme. No estoy herido, ella sólo está intentando llegar a ti." Alexia told you calmly, her hand grabbing yours to walk off. (Hey, look at me. I'm not hurt, she's just trying to get to you.)

Alexia scored the penalty that was awarded for Katie's challenged. The rest of the game went all Barcalona's way.

It finished 4-0 with you managing to get yourself a brace. After speaking to some of you former teammates, you went to find Alexia. Your eyes softened when you saw where she was, her and Leah were talking and laughing about something. Two of your favourite peopel, that sight would never get old.

Over the few months you known Alexia, you had managed to teach her some English. She asked you teach her so she could talk to your family.

You headed over to where they were stood talking. You went up behind Alexia and wrapped your arms around her waist, before kissing her cheek. You felt her lean back into your hold, her hands resting over yours.

"Where's mum?" You asked, directing your question to Leah.

She pointed to just next to the Arsenal benches, you looked towards where she was pointing to see your Mum and brother.

You took yourself away from holding Alexia before grabbing her hand pulling her in the direction of your Mum and brother.

"¿A dónde vamos?" She questioned you hesitantly. (Where are we going?)

"Es hora de usar tu inglés, amor." (Time to use your english, love)

"¡Qué! Eliges después de un partido completo para que yo los conozca adecuadamente." (What! You pick after a full match for me to properly meet them.)

"Sí, ahora vamos." (Yeah, now come on.)

When you eventually got to your Mum and Jacob, you gave them both a hug before introducting Alexia.

"Mum, Jacob. This is Alexia, she's my girlfriend."

The three of them were extemely fast to jump into conversation. Alexia's english was better than you thought it was. Was there anything this girl couldn't do?

You left them to talk, as you and Leah went around the stadium together.

"You love her, don't you." She asked you, the look on her face telling she already knew what the answer was going to be.

"I really do, Le." Your gaze followed straight to where Alexia was still talking to your Mum and brother.

"I'm sure there's worse sister in laws in the world." She chuckled to herself.

"I'm gonna marry her." You told her confidently.

"You down that bad, huh."

"She's my person, Leah."

[thelonelyshore-if]

Since its Christmas 🎄. It can be naughty if you want it to be 😜How would the Ro's spend it with Mc? Also what would they like as a present 🎁 and what would they give Mc?

Oooooh I love these!! Very festive haha. Answers under the cut because, as is typical of me, this got long. 🎄🎄🎄

Beck: doesn't personally celebrate Christmas, but their family does. Would prefer spending Christmas Eve with MC--getting drunk on eggnog, going sledding or skating, baking cookies and trying to frost them before they cool, staying up late and falling asleep after sloppily making out on the couch. Christmas day they'd probably pop in to see their family--at least long enough to give their nephew a gift--but would want to get out ASAP.

When it comes to presents they receive, they like cool clothes and anything 'exciting'. Make of that what you will. When it comes to giving, they're a very impulsive gifter. They tend to grab whatever reminds them most of MC and hope for the best. That, and they'd probably make MC their favorite desert c:

Croft: much like...every other holiday, Christmas depresses the hell out of Croft. They miss their family. Especially their mom. Still, if MC felt strongly about celebrating, they'd do their best. They are fond of bad, Hallmark-y Christmas movies, so they'd want to do a marathon with cocoa and candy canes. Something simple, that allows them to get away from their emotions for a little bit.

For gifts they receive, Croft is quite picky. They like accessories and anything to do with the occult, but they don't feel like they need anything. Whatever they want, they buy for themself, so they don't really enjoy receiving gifts. Also, they will readily accept presents for Bones as presents for themself lmao. Give that cat a sweater and Croft will be thrilled.

They're a very thoughtful gift-giver. It's their love language. They get frustrated that they can't splurge on MC the way they would in the 'real world', but would still pick out the exact thing they think MC wants, and wouldn't hesitate to spend a ton of money on them.

Jay: oh, they'd want to go the whole nine yards. They love Christmas and any other holiday that lets them spend time with family. They also grew up Catholic, and while they're neutral on religion these days, Christmas mass is kind of a big one. So they'd want to spend Christmas Eve solo--just MC and them--doing romantic stuff. Exchanging gifts, hot cocoa, Christmas music, maybe go ice skating? And then Christmas morning they'd go to mass with their mom and sister (MC is invited, but Jay would 100% not expect them to come, or feel bad if they didn't). Christmas day would be a big celebration with their family and MC (and, I guess, Willow would be invited eventually lmao).

For presents, if you got them a dog they'd be the happiest person in the world lol. They also like anything 'practical'--a new pocket knife, a winter prep kit for their car, etc. They're kind of boring. That being said, new mystery novels or audio books would be great! Jay isn't as obsessive over finding the perfect gift as Croft is, but they're pretty observant. I think they'd spend a good amount of time listening to MC and trying to figure out something that they'd really want.

Perri: Christmas would be a hard one for them, for different reasons than Croft. Honestly they'd prefer to keep it kind of quiet. Making dinner together on Christmas Eve, exchanging gifts, just spending quality time together. They do really enjoy Christmas lights, so I think they'd like to also drive around town and just look at all the pretty lights. Christmas day they'd feel obligated to pop in and spend some time with their grandmother. It would be terse and short and awkward. But, that night, they would do a 'Christmas Ghost Story Spectacular' on their radio show, and they'd love MC to be a part of that!

Perri is pretty easy to shop for, because they're content with lots of different stuff. They like fun accessories and clothes, books and movies, comics, gadgets/toys, music ofc, even funny gag sort of gifts tbh. Anything that makes them smile. When it comes to giving, Perri would make MC the most carefully curated mixed tape imaginable. And also would probably buy them something small and sweet and thoughtful.

Ravi: would need to be reminded that Christmas is even coming, the man doesn't pay attention to holidays for the most part. That being said, he'd enjoy spending time with MC! He likes an excuse to get cozy and to keep MC all to himself, without any expectations to leave the house lmao. Probably would want to make dinner together on Christmas day--something over the top, especially just for the two of them. Would hang mistletoe to give him an excuse to keep stealing kisses. It would be quiet and romantic, if he had it his way.

Ravi hates presents, and doesn't ever want anything. He's a giant pain to shop for because of this. He'd appreciate something homemade--he'd find it thoughtful--but would be the type to say that spending time with MC is gift enough. You might be able to get him a puzzle or some yarn, though, and he'd be appreciative. He also, to be honest, kind of sucks at buying presents. He panics. So he'd straight-up ask MC what they wanted and buy that exact thing, or maybe knit them a scarf.

Yasmin: absolutely 100% throws a big Christmas Eve party at her house. The woman loves a party, and has a lot of friends who would rather be together than either a) alone or b) with their families. So she'd want MC there with her, to co-host and also just to be together. Get drunk, play some Christmas-y games, get a little silly with it. She'd kick everyone out eventually, though, so that she could have MC all to herself. Christmas day she'd want to spend one on one, enjoying one another's company--maybe with movies, definitely with Christmas music.

When it comes to gifts, she's pretty relaxed! There's lots of stuff she enjoys, and as long as it's clear that MC put some thought into it, she'll be happy. She likes candles and jewelry and books. As for giving gifts, Yasmin buys everyone books. Every year. She tailors said book to the person, of course--a cookbook, a guide to a hobby you've been talking about picking up, the newest novel by your favorite author--but you're getting a book. She might splurge a little bit for MC, though, since they're her partner ;)

[mashioca]

Sweet Nightmares

|Solomon x FEM!Reader|

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You jerk awake, a cold sweat trickling down your neck. You look over across the room to see none other than Solomon. His eyes are filled with worry; he seems to lighten up a bit seeing you wake up.

“MC! I was worried about you. You were moaning in your sleep.” He whispered, despite you both being the only people in the house. The memory of that nightmare flashed back. Solomon attempting to eat you for dinner. A shiver shoots up your back at the thought.

“Yeah.. I’m fine.” You reply weakly, rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have watched that movie before going to bed. My bad, MC.” He apologized sweetly. Only a few moments later, he takes notice of your shivering figure. “MC, would you like to sleep here with me?”

"Huh?" You jumped at the sudden offer, heat rushing to your cheeks. This isn’t the first time you both slept together, but you could never get used to it. You silently nod your head and make your way to him. Your figure is easily towered over by his, and he pulls you in for a hug.

“I’m sorry, MC.” He let’s go briefly. “Is there anything I could do to make it up to you?”

You stop and think briefly. “Give me a kiss.” A red-crimson hue flushed Solomon’s face; he is clearly taken aback by your straightforward answer; he doesn’t back down, though.

“Very brave… I like it when you’re like that, though.” He leans down, cups your cheeks with his hands, and kisses you lightly. The kiss is sweet and passionate; it makes you crave more from him. He pulls back from the kiss, eyes locked in yours.

“Feeling any better?” He asks sweetly. Your heart jumps when he asks that. He chuckles, noticing your reactions.

“I can hear your heartbeat…I’m actually more awake now. I, too, can feel my heart beating really fast.” His face gets closer to yours, centimeters away from another kiss.

“It’s your fault for making such a cute request, MC.” He takes you into another kiss, this one more passionate and deeper. His tongue is dancing along with your own. Your thoughts are running wild. His hand lets go of your cheeks to instead touch your inner thigh, lightly caressing it. The sensation leaves you moaning between the kisses, your sex dampening with each second. After what seems like an eternity, he breaks the kiss. His breathing is heavy, a pink hue dusted along his cheeks.

“No, I shouldn’t. I don’t think I can hold back if I keep this up.” You pout; his teasing isn’t fair! You decide to get some revenge and grind against his thigh. Your body shakes as you begin to move to and fro on his thigh. Solomon’s eyes are filled with lust as the scene unfolds before him. His apprentice grinding upon his lap in retaliation to him stopping. His hands slide down to your hips; he grabs your hips and starts to make you rub against his thigh faster. Your mind is clouded with pleasure, unable to keep up with the situation; your arms are wrapped around Solomon’s neck; and you rest your head against his shoulder. Your moans are like a sweet melody; he can’t get enough of them. Your voice gets higher and higher with each passing minute, your vision is getting hazy, and you know you’re close.

“S-Solo..mon.. gunna.. cum..” you pant, you can barley get the words out of your throat. Before you could feel the sweet release, Solomon pulled you off his leg. You whine at the loss of friction, and your denied orgasm, but Solomon speaks up before you can say anything.

“Not yet, my little lamb." Your walls clench around nothing at the words. Solomon carries you away from the couch and towards the bed. He places you gently on the soft mattress. He looks at you like you’re his prey; you feel hunted under his gaze. Solomon slowly takes off your pajamas, leaving your body exposed to the cold air around you.

“My lamb… You’re already so wet.” Your walls clench around nothing once more. You swear you hear Solomon swear under his breath, but before you could dwell on that thought, he shoves three fingers into your sex. The sudden intrusion makes you yell out, not in pain but in pleasure.

“F-Fuck! Solomon..” Your sex makes lewd, wet sounds each time he shoves them back in. The pleasure is too much to bear. You squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassed at the situation you’re in. Just as quick as his fingers came, they left you once again. You slowly open your eyes once more to reveal that he has undid his boxers, pumping his cock, a bead of precum at the tip of it.

“Fuck.. MC, are you sure about this.?” Even when he’s worked up, he still makes sure you’re okay with it. You give him a warm smile.

“Please.. just fuck me already, Master!” Something about that name set a switch off on him. He quickly shoved his dick inside your pussy, making you squeal. He only gives you a moment to adjust to his length before going at a relentless pace.

“Fuck.. MC, you just love to work me up, don’t you? You wanted this to happen. He is talking to himself rather than you. Take all of my cum inside of your tight hole.” His pace gets faster with each thrust of his hips. You feel the knot in your stomach get tighter and tighter each time.

“Ah.. fuck.. S-Solomon.. gonna.. cum.” you moan between each of his thrusts, making it hard to get the words out.

“Cum around my cock; cum around me as I cum inside of you." His rhythm starts to get uneven. The knot in your stomach finally breaks, and you cum around his cock. Your body shakes; he doesn’t stop until he reaches his own climax. He chokes out a moan as he presses into you, spilling his seed into your quivering cunt. You both stay like this for a few moments, unable to move.

“T-Think you can sleep now.?” You ask, voice trembling.

“Only if I can stay with you like this." Solomon responds. You lightly tap his head and chuckle. You both later fell into a sweet slumber, filled with sweet dreams.

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Hello! This is my first smut AND tumbler post haha. Please do give criticism or give me requests :3!

[you-me-we-04]

Is it possible Eddie's smelling smoke bit is foreshadowing of Buck's loft burning down? Yes of course like tv 101. However, I want to take this in a different way than most people are thinking.

Let's say Buck swapped some shifts and had a day off while the rest of the 118 he tells everyone that he did this so Tommy could come over for an all-day dinner and a movie date at the loft. So when they get the call that Buck's building is burning down at around dinner time everyone is freaking out (because of course the 118 are sent to the building) But both 118 and the viewers are freaking out since they think Tommy and Buck are in there. Give me Eddie and Bobby busting down doors calling out their names, stressed to the max. Give me Chimney and Hen look through all the victims out front asking if anyone has seen Buck and Tommy or someone anyone who looks like them. Give me Maddie crying trying to call her brother from work but he's not picking up with Josh looking stressed yet supportive in the back to really sell it. 

Then as the 118 are forced to leave just before it falls (bonus point if someone has to drag both Eddie and Bobby out reminding them that they have families who need them too bonus bonus points if it is Lucy who is trying not to let on that she's worried about Tommy) All hope seems lost and we cut to sad solo mo shots of the 118 looking at the build go up in smokes with there friends inside but at the very end (let's face it after we see Eddie's face drop at the thought that another one of his best friend and co-parent has died) We cut to a very confused Buck and Tommy. Very much not dead, or brunt, or covered in soot and not stressed at all very much not like two people were not in a burning building fighting for their lives, in fact, they have two bags of takeout and a nice bottle of wine. After being overrun but the 118 + Lucy everyone asks them how they got out so quickly and why they didn't find anyone since Buck wouldn't shut up about this date for a week they all guessed they would be in there.

We then cut back too early in the day were it revealed Tommy surprised Buck with that helicopter ride (which included a stop off in Vegas for lunch and both their phone running out of power due to all the photos they took) and they had only got back to solid ground about an hour ago and Tommy and Buck were simple grabbing supplies for the night and have only learned in the last five minutes that Buck's loft is now nothing more than ash. 

[miradors]

pretty girl

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 3,789

Warnings: bottom!jake, feminization/forcefem, crossdressing, rimming, fingering [m.], pegging, pet names, dirty talk, use of the word pussy (directed at m.)

A/N: please make sure you read the warnings, as this fic will probably not be for most people! also this is the first time i’ve ever written anything like this so pls be gentle with me but i hope u guys enjoy bc this was a labor of love <3

crossposted to ao3

Your bedroom door creaks open as Jake steps back into the room, carrying the bottle of chardonnay you had started at dinner, and two plastic solo cups stacked together in his other hand. He hands you one before filling your cup and resuming his spot on the bed.

“Nice cups,” you giggle. “Very classy.”

Jake playfully elbows your ribcage and grins. “Hey, I only have two hands,” he flashes a smile, pouring some into his own cup, only spilling a little bit. “Unless you want to deal with broken wine glasses.”

“Okay, fair enough. That just means less dishes for me to do,” you smirk, taking a sip.

You put your arm around Jake’s shoulders, inviting him to lie back against the headboard. He turns slightly into your warm embrace and rests his head on your chest. “Did you decide on a movie?”

“Yeah, what do you think of this one?” You ask, gesturing toward the movie preview you had pulled up on the television.

You watch his gentle, deep brown eyes flit back and forth over the words on the screen, and then back up to meet your gaze.

“Sounds like it’ll be good,” Jake nods, turning his attention back to the screen.

“Okay, good. I’ve been wanting to watch this with you for a while now,” you say, running a hand through his silky hair and gently scratching his scalp, before grabbing the remote beside you and pressing play on the film.

You feel a shiver run through his body as he nudges closer to you, sliding an arm underneath your sweatshirt and resting it across your stomach. He absentmindedly glides his fingertips over your skin, smiling when you tell him that it tickles.

Jake brings his hand out from under your shirt while the movie’s opening credits conclude, now absentmindedly toying with the hem of your sweatshirt.

You love it when he’s soft and vulnerable with you like this; leaving sweet little touches while he traces the details of your body or playing with your hair while he’s nestled into your side. Of course you love when the roles are reversed, as they usually are, but there’s something incredibly special about getting to see Jake’s gentler, submissive side that you love so much. He deserves to be taken care of and made to feel as pretty and special as he makes you feel.

He pulls your shirt up ever-so-slightly, just enough to reveal your underwear. He innocently dips his fingertips underneath the lace and begins playing with the fabric, lifting his head up to take a look when he realizes he doesn’t recognize the texture.

“Are these new? They’re pretty,” he looks up at you with his doe eyes.

You stroke the side of his face. “Yeah, they’re new. You like them?”

Jake lightly bites his lip - not enough for you to tease him for it, but enough for you to notice. “I really like them..” he trails off, sounding like he has more to say, but he stays quiet.

You sit up slightly, sensing his urge to get something off his chest. “What’s wrong, bug?” you ask, furrowing your brows.

“Um..” he sighs. “Nothing. Let’s watch the movie, we’re missing important parts,” Jake says bluntly, refusing to meet your eyes while trying to distract you, regretting ever bringing anything up.

You feel around for the remote, pressing pause on the movie and sitting up the rest of the way. “Jakey, you’re scaring me,” you pout. “What’s wrong?”

Jake sighs and sits all the way up against the headboard, still not making eye contact with you. “I just..” he sighs again, knowing there’s no way out of this conversation. “There’s something that I’ve been thinking about a lot lately but it’s really embarrassing for me to admit, and I’ve been too scared to ask you,” he stares at his lap, picking at lint that isn’t there.

“Jakey,” you say softly, extending a hand and caressing his cheek. “If it’s something that you want, there’s no reason to be embarrassed about it.”

He meets your gaze before quickly looking away again. “I’m just scared that you’ll think it’s weird, or it’ll make you think less of me or something.”

“Honey, have I ever asked you anything that made you think any less of me?” you try.

“No..”

“Exactly,” you state plainly, moving your fingers from his face and taking one of his hands in yours. “So why would I think less of you? If there’s something that you want to try, I would be more than happy to do it with you. Just tell me what you need, baby.”

Looking everywhere but your eyes, he takes a deep breath to center himself. “Can I try on some of your lingerie?” he asks in the smallest voice possible. “I just.. I think I would really like it.”

Your stomach flutters, imagining Jake wearing one of your matching lacy lingerie sets. You try to speak but all you manage to get out is “Fuck, Jake…”

“It’s okay if you don’t want me to,” he turns his face away as a reddish glow spreads across his face. “I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“Do you have any idea how fucking hot what you just said to me was?” You place your hand on his cheek and turn his head back to face you. “Jake.. of course you can. Will you? Please?”

“Are you sure?” he asks, not completely sure if you’re being serious.

“I’ve never been more serious about anything else, ever.”

“Okay,” Jake nods slightly. “Would you be upset if I asked you to wait outside while I change? I’m nervous..”

“Not at all, baby,” you assure him. “Come out and get me when you’re ready.”

Holding his face lightly with both hands, you trace your thumbs over his cheekbones before planting a gentle kiss on his lips. You climb out of the bed and make your way to the door, closing it behind you as you make your exit and wait for his cue.

The anticipation builds as you stand outside your bedroom door, waiting for him to finish searching through your drawer for the perfect set of lingerie. Your heart races as you hear the drawer close, and then the soft click of the door opening.

There he is; your gorgeous Jake, wearing a black lace bralette and a micro-skirt, just short enough to tease a sneak peek at a snug, black thong underneath. His hair is messy, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes sparkle with mischief. With a seemingly newfound sense of confidence, he opens the door wider and beckons you inside with a slight grin.

As you step into the bedroom, you're awestruck by the sight of him standing there, so beautiful and alluring in your lingerie. You circle slowly around him, taking in every inch of his body, admiring the way the skirt hugs his hips. He's even more stunning than you could have ever imagined he would be. You reach out to gently caress his chest through the lace of his bra, pinching a nipple that's already hard and aching for your touch.

He lets out a shiver, his eyes closing briefly as you caress him. "You like it?" he asks, his voice a whisper.

"You’re so beautiful," you reply, tracing the delicate lace of his bra with your fingertips, feeling a sudden wave of confidence crash over you as you meet his eyes. "Such a pretty girl."

He lets out a soft moan, and you can feel a shiver run through his body beneath your touch. "Fuck," he whispers, gazing up at you with a mixture of desire and vulnerability in his eyes. “Say that again, baby, please.”

“Yeah? You like when I tell you what a gorgeous girl you are?” You tease, admiring the way the lace of his bra hugs his chest. “My fucking girl.”

Jake lets out a loud moan and you can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness as you continue to trace your hands over his body, running your fingers over his strong shoulders, the smooth skin of his arms, his delicate waist, and finally reaching around and firmly cupping the rounded curve of his ass in your hands. He arches into your touch, letting out a soft groan that vibrates through your core.

"Jake..." you breathe, feeling the familiar heat rising in your chest. "You’re so fucking gorgeous.. I’m gonna make you feel so good, babygirl."

He looks up at you, his eyes darkening with desire, and then slowly leans in, pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. His tongue darts out, seeking entry into your mouth, and you eagerly open up to him, letting him explore every inch of your tongue, every corner of your mouth. As your bodies melt together, you can feel the hard length of his cock pressing against your thigh, heightening the desire coursing through you.

Jake breaks the kiss, gasping softly, and looks at you with a mixture of love and lust. His hands roam over your body, across your chest, teasing your nipples through your shirt. He suddenly stops and pulls away from you with a mischievous grin spread across his face.

"I also found a little something else when I was digging through your drawer,” he trails off, turning toward the bed and bending over, his perfect ass on full display as he reaches for something under his pillow. Your palms start to tingle, wondering what he could have found as he smugly turns back to face you, dangling a modest-sized dildo and a matching harness in front of your face. “You never told me you had this,” he says plainly, raising his brows and flashing a sultry smile. “You’re gonna fuck me, right here, right now.”

His words send a shockwave through you, and you can feel your heart race with desire. You look deep into his eyes, nodding, and without warning, you spin him back around and lightly push him forward until he’s on his forearms and knees on the bed. He peers over his shoulder, watching you intently as you kneel between his legs, his eyes never leaving your face as you look down and take in the sight of him yet again.

“You want to get all dressed up like a girl? Then you’re gonna get fucked like one,” you say firmly, playing into it, fighting off a smile, as you’ve long-awaited this day.

You know he’s hard and ready for you, and it's all you can do not to reach around his slender body and stroke his cock right now. But you want this to be special, you want him to feel everything before he takes your cock.

With a slow and deliberate hand, you guide his body down even further; his chest against the mattress, his face pressed into his pillow. The position makes his ass stick out enticingly, and you can't help but let out a soft moan of appreciation as you run your hands over the back of his thighs.

You move closer, taking in the sight of his exposed, smooth skin and the way his ass cheeks are spread just enough to reveal his tight entrance underneath the skimpy micro-skirt and black thong. Your fingers dance over his skin, tracing gentle circles around his hole. He lets out a needy groan, thrusting his hips backward in response.

Unable to wait any longer, you lean in and kiss his ass cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin against your lips. Then, you flip his skirt up and gently nip at the string of his thong before pulling it aside, revealing his tight, pink hole. You breathe in sharply at the sight, feeling a surge of power course through you as you gaze upon his beautiful ass. Your tongue darts out, tracing circles around the puckered flesh, teasing and tormenting him.

“Oh fuck," Jake moans, arching his back into your touch.

With renewed eagerness, you begin to lick and suck on his hole, relishing the salty taste and the musky scent that fills your nose. Your hands grip his hips, guiding his movements as he begins to thrust his hips back towards you, meeting your tongue with each thrust. The sounds of his moans and gasps fill the air, drowning out any other noise.

Jake's body trembles beneath your lips, his muscles tensing and relaxing in time with your movements. His fingers clench into fists in the sheets, digging in as he struggles to maintain control. The way he arches his back as he pants and moans only serves to fuel your desire, making you want to please him even more.

“Fuck, baby,” he whines. “Eat my fucking pussy.”

You pull your head back before harshly spitting on his hole. “Yeah? You want me to eat you out like the pretty girl you are?”

You push your tongue deeper, not bothering to wait for his reply, feeling the hot, slick flesh of his entrance grip you tightly. You can feel the tremors running through his body as he fights for control, and it only makes you want to push him further, to make him lose himself in this moment.

Your hand moves down to cup his balls, giving them a squeeze as you begin to thrust your tongue in and out of his hole. His moans grow louder, more desperate, and you can feel the tension building within him. His muscles twitch beneath your lips as he clenches around your tongue, his hips bucking wildly. His ass feels impossibly tight, and you can't help but marvel at how perfectly he's made for this. You increase the pace, fucking him with your tongue.

The taste of him, the scent of him, it's all so intoxicating. You're lost in the sensation of having him pinned beneath you, his ass in your face. You feel so powerful, so in control, but at the same time, you're so acutely aware of how much he's in control of you.

You pull away from him, reluctantly removing your tongue from his ass, and watch as he gasps for air, his breath heavy as his chest heaves up and down. His eyes meet yours as he glances over his shoulder with heavy eyes, and he’s wearing a mix of desire and anticipation on his face. He blindly feels around for the strap, reaching over his shoulder to hand it to you after he locates it.

“Fuck me already, baby, please,” Jake whines, his voice raw with desire. “I need it so bad.”

"Jakey, are you sure this is okay?" you ask delicately, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jake nods, his eyes never leaving yours. "I need you inside me."

With a shaky breath, you lean back on the balls of your feet, guiding your legs off the bed and placing your feet on the floor. You stand and take a small step towards Jake, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple before stepping into the harness, getting used to the weight of the toy. You take your time adjusting it, making sure it fits snugly but comfortably, and then you turn back around to face Jake, taking in his beauty once more as he eagerly waits for you. A shiver of anticipation runs down your spine as you approach him.

You guide Jake’s body so his ass faces you as you stand at the edge of the bed, both of your feet still planted on the ground. You gently cup one of his hips with your hand, his skin warm and smooth beneath your fingers. You can't help but marvel at the trust he's placed in you, letting you take control like this. It makes your heart swell with love and desire.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good," you whisper, your voice hoarse with need. You dip your head down, allowing a strand of spit to fall from your lips onto his pretty pink hole.

You stand back up, your fingers guiding the strap toward Jake's entrance. The head of the toy nudges against his opening, and you feel a tremor run through his body at the thought of what’s to come. You push gently, slowly sliding the toy inside him, inch by slow, exquisite inch.

You pause, letting Jake adjust to the feeling of being filled, before beginning to push into him deeper, feeling the smooth surface of the toy slide past his inner walls. His breath hitches as his back arches, his hips moving back involuntarily, meeting yours.

"Oh fuck, you’re so big," he gasps, arching his back even further as you sink the toy to the hilt. "Please fuck me.”

You begin to thrust gently at his command, your hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm that matches the movement of Jake's body beneath yours.

"That's it, baby," you murmur, your voice raspy with desire. "You're such a beautiful girl." You pause for a moment, leaning forward to kiss Jake's shoulder. "You’re so nice and tight for me."

Jake lets out a shuddering breath, his body tensing as you begin to thrust harder. He whimpers, arching into you with every stroke. “Yeah? You gonna fill me up and make me cum?”

You push deeper, answering with a growl, "That's the plan, princess."

As you begin to thrust deeper, Jake's micro-skirt flutters and billows around his hips, moving with your thrusts. It's the most erotic sight you've ever seen, and it only serves to heighten the sensation between your legs. You can't help but pick up the pace, your hips moving faster, your breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Fuck, you’re so big," Jake moans, arching his back and dropping his head. "Tell me what a good girl I am." His words are punctuated by a high-pitched moan as you find his prostate, sending sparks of pleasure through his body.

You bite your lip as you whisper, "You're such a good girl for me.. taking me so well,” you reach forward and grab a fistful of his hair, pulling his body up so his back is flush with your chest.

You feel the muscles in his ass clench as you begin to thrust harder, faster. You groan into his ear, your hips moving with a force that you didn't know you possessed. His moans echo through the room, mingling with the sounds of skin slapping against skin filling the room.

Jake whines, arching his back further and attempting to steady himself as you pound into him. “Oh, baby, fuck my pussy,” he whimpers.

Your jaw hangs slack upon hearing his words, and it's all you can do not to cum just from that. The feel of his ass against your pelvis is overwhelming, and you can't help but moan into his neck as he cries out, the vibrations of his voice sending shockwaves through your body. His muscles tense and relax, his hips meeting yours with perfect rhythm.

"You look so pretty all filled up with my cock," you growl, losing yourself in the sight of his gorgeous body. Jake's movements become more urgent, his body arching further into yours. You fuck into him even harder, feeling the toy slide in and out of him with each powerful movement. “God, fucking take it, pretty girl," you groan, your hips moving in a furious rhythm.

Jake gasps, arching his back even further as his body trembles on the brink of release. "Oh fuck," he whispers, “I'm going to cum.”

Jake gasps, his head falling back against your shoulder as you continue to pound into him. His body convulses around the toy, his hole gripping it tightly as waves of pleasure wash over him. His breaths come in short, sharp bursts, and you can feel the tension building in his body, his muscles quivering with the effort of holding back his climax.

You lean in, your teeth grazing his earlobe as you whisper, "That's it, princess.. cum for me."

The warmth of your breath sends a shiver down his spine, and he obeys, his orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave.With a cry that's almost a scream, Jake's body tenses, and he cums hard, his cock spilling white-hot pleasure all over his panties without even being touched. His inner walls spasm around the toy, milking your cock as his orgasm washes over him. You feel your own release building, your hips moving faster, your grip on his hair unyielding.

You slam into him one final time, your body tensing as you orgasm from the friction of the leather harness alone.

"Fuck," you moan, your hips still moving even as you come down from your high. "Oh, fuck, Jake." You slide your hands down his arms, sucking a dark red mark onto his neck. You rest your forehead against his shoulder as you attempt to ground yourself and steady your breathing.

Jake tilts his head back toward you, pursing his lips slightly to silently ask for a kiss. His chest rises and falls with each labored breath, his back still flush against your chest.You slide the toy out of him, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you both try to catch your breath.

Jake collapses forward onto the bed as you follow his lead. He reaches up to stroke your cheek, his fingers trembling slightly. "Baby, that was... you're incredible." His voice is barely above a whisper, but it echoes in your head like a thunderclap. He tilts his head further to look at you, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "I've wanted to do that for ages," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “Thank you.”

You press your lips to his again, feeling the softness of his mouth against yours. His tongue dances against your lips before tangling with your tongue in a slow, sensual rhythm. You can taste the saltiness of the sweat from his skin on your tongue, and the sweetness of his breath mingling with your own. You feel so connected to him, so close in this moment.

As your lips part, you gaze into his eyes, searching for any hint of what he's feeling. He looks back at you with a mixture of wonder and contentment, and you can't help but smile. You run your fingers through his hair again, this time more gently, as if trying to memorize the feel of it against your skin.

You both lie there in silence for a moment, catching your breath, your bodies still intertwined. The room is quiet, save for the sound of your hearts beating in unison. You feel the warmth of his skin against your body. It's a comforting sensation, and you find yourself wanting to stay like this forever.

[pawnshopbleus]

These Are the Days Three - Champagne Coast

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader High School AU

For the summary, warnings, and more please visit here.

Previous Chapter

For the first time in a long time, you’re excited for the weekend. Usually, you’d stay home playing computer games, reading, watching TV or movies, and rocking back and forth while the spray from the shower falls on your head. While you enjoyed doing those things, you finally had something to do. Something that teenagers like you should do.

Ellie’s party was tonight and despite you having an entire closet full of clothes, you still didn’t have anything to wear. You open up Pinterest on your computer and search ‘party outfit ideas’ but everything that was coming up was very outdated. While you appreciated the party scene of the 2010s, you wanted to fit in, and that required a lot more than a turquoise peplum top and a mustache skater skirt. 

You settled on something that you would have worn to a low key party back in California. A black sheer long sleeve, a jean mini skirt, and bug tights clung to your body in a way that you could only describe as ‘tight.’ You looked at yourself in the mirror and for the first time in a long time, you thought that you were beautiful. With a little mascara, concealer, and lip gloss, you were ready to go. 

When you put on the mini skirt, you didn’t consider the fact that you had to bike to Ellie’s house. You looked around your empty neighborhood and sighed with relief. Everyone was inside eating dinner or getting ready for bed so luckily no one was out. 

You mount your bike and curse at the cold breeze that travels through your tights. The thin layer that covered your legs did nothing to protect against the cold Washington air. Thankfully you were smart enough to grab your leather jacket on the way out so you weren’t freezing to death, but living in California for seventeen years did not prepare you for this. 

Ellie’s house was about a twenty-minute bike ride away from yours. The ride had been smooth until you got to an uphill part. You hopped off your bike and walked up the hill, not wanting to exert yourself more than you needed to. Despite the hill messing up your flow, everything was still going fine. That was until you heard a car honk at you. 

The headlights of the truck blinded you. You squint your eyes and put your arm up in a way that would block the harsh light from your eyes. 

Owen pulled up next to you. “Need a ride?” he asked, a toothpick dangling from his lips. 

You’d rather ride your bike downhill into oncoming traffic than get in a car with him. You don’t know how Abby does it. 

“No thanks,” you said as you mounted your bike once again and peddled faster than your life depended on it. 

Owen sped off. You prayed that a police officer was hiding around the corner, ready to prosecute anyone who was speeding at this time of night, but maybe the higher power in the sky was done answering your prayers. As you pulled into Ellie’s driveway, you saw his car parked haphazardly on the street. You leaned your bike against her garage and walked to the front door. 

You would have knocked but you doubt that anyone would hear you over the music. You turn the knob and you’re greeted by the smell of alcohol, sweat, and weed. People are dancing, drinking with their friends, and gossiping in a circle. You make your way through the house, looking for any familiar faces but every corner you turn you’re met with a wall or people who don’t know who you are. 

That is until you see Dina and Jesse sitting on the couch accompanied by someone you haven’t met before. He looks to be around your age, maybe a little bit older. He has mid-length hair pulled up into a man bun and an untidy beard. Your friends from California would have thought that he was cute.  

Dina sees you and waves at you to join them. You walk over to them, stepping over a few stray red solo cups and sit on the armrest of the couch. Your shoulders drop and you smile softly. You can finally let your guard down now that you’re around some familiar faces. 

“You look amazing. You need to tell me where you get your clothes from!” Dina gushes over your outfit while you try not to let the compliment get to your head. 

It took you a while to get comfortable in your body. You would always compare yourself to your friends. They were the girls with the perfect beach bodies. You would wear whatever they wore and eat whatever they ate, but your body never looked like theirs. You hated yourself for existing in the body that you were born with, but one day something clicked within you and you finally started to appreciate all the things your body does for you. Once you were comfortable in the body that the Universe gave you, you were able to express yourself in the way that you wanted. 

The man sitting next to Jesse clears his throat and Jesse's eyes light up, almost as if he remembered something that he had forgotten.

“Oh, right. This is Manny.” Jesse points to the guy next to him who outstretched his hand to shake yours. His hands are a bit rough and calloused which means that he must work with them a lot. 

You introduce yourself to Manny and smile politely at him. There’s something about him that makes your heart melt. Maybe it’s his smile or the way that his hands feel in yours. 

“Manny’s the Captain of the wrestling team and the president of the ceramic club,” Dina comments.

“Oh? How come I’ve never seen you around school then?”

Jesse snorts, “Well, he’s either making out with his girlfriend, making bowls in the ceramics classroom, or smoking in his car. Either way, he’s never in class.” 

Manny hits Jesse on the back of the neck. “Hey, Nora’s not my girlfriend anymore and I do go to class.”

“Yeah, barely.”

Ellie waltzes over with a blunt and takes her place on Dina’s lap. She takes a hit, inhales it, and exhales in Dina’s face. This exchange makes Jesse gag. 

“Get a room!” he jokes.

Ellie scoffs, “It’s my house!”

“Break it up, you two.” Dina laughs and takes the blunt from Ellie. 

As they get into their own conversation on the couch, you get up and make your way to the kitchen. You aren’t much of a drinker but since you’re here you might as well live a little. You nearly jump for joy when you see the red bottle of grenadine on the table as well as some Sprite. No one can ever go wrong with a Dirty Shirley. 

As you pour everything into a cup, you sense someone’s presence behind you. Maybe it’s just some random kid who had the same idea as you, but once that dirty smell hits your nose, you crinkle your nose. 

“I didn’t know you drank. I thought you were a good girl” 

Your eyes widen and your mouth drops. You never want to be called a good girl, especially from Owen. You don’t want to turn around but you have to. God only knows what he’s doing behind you. 

You turn and walk backward, staring at him like he’s Ghostface and you're one of his unlucky victims. Your back hits the edge of the counter and your drink spills a little on the floor. He’s got you caged now, there’s no way you can escape without him catching you. You look at everyone dancing and chatting. Oh, how you wish you could have been one of those carefree people just letting loose on the dance floor. But no. You just had to get a drink. 

“You know, Abby doesn’t need to know what happens between us. I know you two are friends and all but-” he doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence as you spill your drink all over the front of his shirt. 

You don’t know what gave you the courage to do that but the fact that he was so willing to cheat on Abby, one of the nicest people you’ve met at Lakeview just irks you. You could never betray Abby like that. 

Owen looks down at his shirt which gives you the perfect chance to escape. 

“This was from J.Crew you bitch!” You hear him say as you push through the people in the crowd. You say ‘excuse me’ and ‘sorry’ as you move through them. Some of them give you dirty looks as you pass by but that's a problem for later, right now, you need to get somewhere quiet and secluded. 

You run up the stairs and into the first room you see. You slam the door behind you and slide down it, your chest heaving as you try and catch your breath. You pull your knees up to your chest and rest your head on them.

“Ellie doesn’t want people-” Abby says before she turns around. When she sees that it’s you, she kneels in front of you and asks “Are you okay?”

You haven’t seen Abby since Mr. Miller suggested that you tutor her. You wanted to ask her what was wrong but you never got the chance to. She seemed too delicate to answer questions at that moment.

You look up at her and nod, “Yeah, I’m okay. I just needed a break.” 

Abby sits next to you. “I get it. Sometimes these parties get a little too much for me so I come up here. It’s their guest room so Ellie doesn’t really care but upstairs is still off-limits to randos.” 

“Abby, what was that in the hallway the other day?”

Her smile dissolves into regret as she looks at you. The events of that day replayed in her head. “I’m sorry about that. I guess I was just upset that I was finally bad at something.” 

“Hey, maybe you can tutor me. I need math help and you’re in AP Calc so I’m pretty sure you’re a math wizard. If you do that then we’re even.” 

“You, little lady, have yourself a deal.” 

You shake hands, sealing the deal.

Next Chapter

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[edgessunflower]

Sleeves

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Fem reader x Solo Sikoa

Description: Solo and Sami do your tattoo sleeves in honor of your anniversary together

You smile waking up to breakfast in bed for your one year anniversary with Sami and Solo before all of you shared a soft kiss together leading to the nice breakfast before you all went out to the park enjoying the warm and beautiful day together hand in hand before enjoying lunch at a Chinese restaurant surprising the boys for the evening with a date at the movies watching a new movie that had been out for a few days. You all went home after the movie with soft smiles and laughter before they said they had a surprise for you which made you smile thinking it was then making dinner or jewelry as you all changed into looser clothes before they grabbed their tattoo kits, "You remember the tattoos you wanted?" you nodded before they showed you two medium sized stencils with one being sunflowers and lavender flowers while the other was different things each of you liked with the date you all got together with what you called each other making your heart swell seeing each stencil and when they told you that they wanted to both give you a gift that you'd remember and hold special to your heart and what better than for them to tattoo a sleeve on each arm especially one in honor of your anniversary together as they both set up the chair and their small tables before they wiped and cleaned your arm slowly placing each stencil with Sami on your left with the flowers and Solo on your right with the anniversary sleeve. Once everything was ready and both machines were working they leaned you back making sure you had something small on your stomach and hydrated before they each began a small line a few minutes apart being sure not to overwhelm you with pain if they were working at the same time as they worked on the outline for the first hour mainly solo while sami began adding colors to the sunflowers as you slowly fell into a serene and calm haze with the only noises in your ears being their soft praises, the buzz of the machines, and them asking if you needed a break which you didn't do not one time since you already had four other tattoos and developed a good pain tolerance with each one throughout the last three years, once sami was done with color he went back in with shading and realistic details while solo was halfway through color which lasted for another half hour before adding his own details leading to them cleaning and slowly wiping your arms before gently your arms with luke warm water and Dial soap before you finally saw the beautiful sunflowers and lavender flowers full of realistic detail on your left arm. You teared up looking at your right arm seeing a mix of feminine Samoan tribal, the small meadow you and sami had your first date at, a sun, and finally a heart around them with the date of your anniversary over the top of the heart and each of your nicknames for each other with "Amour" for sami, "Darling" for Solo, and finally "Sunshine" for you which made your heart swell looking at them before smiling and kissing both of them while whispering sweet words to them before all of you went downstairs to the kitchen and potato mushroom soup and bread rolls together before eating with soft kisses being shared while snuggling in bed under the covers wrapped in each other's arms with three words being said between all of you before falling asleep and those words were "I love you".

[cowgurrrl]

Gold Dust Woman

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Author’s note: oh you can’t pay me to stop writing these two now

Summary: Oscars season with Joel [1.1k]

Warnings: anxiety, two idiots being grossly in love

You're on set when you find out you got nominated for an Oscar. Hannah, your director, stopped the scene but made sure the cameras were still rolling as she walked up to you. "The Academy just nominated you for Best Actress for The Beginning of the End." She told you, and you immediately burst into tears. The cast comes out from every corner of the sound stage to hug you and tell you how excited they are for you. It's a beautiful moment surrounded by love and pride, and you struggle to keep the Oscars out of your head as you try to go back to work. Joel buys you flowers and takes you and the girls to a nice dinner the night you find out about the nomination.

You're a nervous wreck in the weeks leading up to the award show. Sierra tries to tell you to enjoy the night and not worry about the outcome, but it's hard. Winning an Oscar has been your dream since you were a kid, and the idea that you're this close is freaking you out. You spend your time working, probably a little more than you should, and putting together an outfit for the night. If you're gonna lose, you might as well look good doing it. 

On the day of the Oscars, you spend the whole day getting ready, letting your stylist and makeup artists take over the process so you don't have to worry. They put you in a stunning royal blue dress with gold embellishments adorning the bust and the skirt. Joel matches with a suit made specifically for him from the same fabric as your dress with the matching embellishments over his shoulders. He even put his own touch to his jacket, adding a rainbow pin to his lapel to show support for Ellie, who recently came out. His new favorite thing is finding anything with a rainbow on it for him or Ellie and wearing it proudly, so you're not too surprised when you catch him adding it to his jacket. 

You each take some glam shots in your house before leaving for the Dolby Theatre, your knee bouncing anxiously the whole ride over. Joel is the perfect distraction with his touselled curls and sleek black sunglasses covering his eyes. He looks annoyingly hot and is the most perfect supportive partner ever, promising to love you still, no matter the outcome. You're only slightly frustrated with how attracted you are to him. When you get to the red carpet, he lets you take all the solo shots before you finally convince him that it's okay to come to take pictures with you. "I didn't wanna be in the way!" He says, making you laugh. 

You get to meet celebrities you've never gotten to meet before, and you also get to see lots of old friends. When Jack Nicholson casually offers you a sip of whiskey from his hidden flask, you decide you've officially made it. You and Joel do the Glambot with him spinning you under his arm, showing off how your dress flows, and he waits patiently while you do interviews talking about what a privilege it is to be nominated and how excited you are to see everybody. By the time you're able to get into the Dolby Theatre and sit at your table, you're still incredibly nervous, but you feel a little bit better. Wine helps too.

You have two glasses with dinner before deciding to stop so you wouldn't be too drunk in case you do win. Joel is incredibly affectionate as you sit there with anxiety rolling off you in waves. He holds your hand, kisses your cheek, rubs your knee, anything to get your mind off how slow the categories are moving. When they finally get the Best Actress category, he grabs your hand in both of his and squeezes as they announce all the names. The women you're nominated alongside are extremely talented people who've been in the industry twice as long as you have. Their movies have made you cry, laugh, smile, and rethink your life, and isn't that what the best art is supposed to do?

"And the Oscar goes to..." the announcer says as he opens the envelope. You keep an even face, knowing the cameras are pointed at you, as you squeeze Joel's hand with every bit of strength. The second you hear your name, your ears ring, and the world explodes into white noise. Carolina and Ryan jump up and down from one table away, and the people you've modeled your career after are standing and applauding you. You find your feet and stand, hugging and kissing Joel before he escorts you to the front of the stage, falling back as you reach the stairs. The announcers hug you and hand you the heavy gold statue and the card with your name on it. They step aside and let you have the floor as a timer behind the camera counts down. 

"Wow. Oh, my God. This is incredible," you say breathlessly. "Um, I'd like to thank the Academy for this amazing opportunity. I'm so honored to be nominated alongside some of the best actresses of our time, and I don't know if I will ever do anything as cool as this. When I made this movie, I was in a really weird headspace, and I didn't know how to bring this story to life, but I knew I wanted to do and I wanted to do it justice. Our director, Lilah Hanover, helped me do some incredible character work and gave me the space to try new things. I owe you my life, Mrs. Hanover. I want to thank my parents for letting me move to New York City and start my career. Ryan and Carolina, you guys have been my best friends since the beginning, and I couldn't imagine doing life without you," you speed up as your timer ticks down, and you try to go through your list. 

"I couldn't have done this without my amazing team of people who support me every day and allow me to create art that makes me feel like I'm doing something worthwhile. I love what I do, and I never take it for granted. Um, to Sarah and Ellie Miller, I'm so honored to be in your lives, and I love you forever. Joel Miller," you find his eyes as he sits at the bottom of the stage, and you smile. "You are my rock, my safe place, my second chance, everything. There are no words to describe how much I love you, but I will spend the rest of my life trying to find them. Thank you." With that, the music plays out, and you follow the announcers backstage, where you look at your Oscar for the very first time and burst into tears. 

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[thewritingbeforesunrise]

Share Our Skin (part 3.1)

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This is a smut twin fic (not twincest). If it's not your thing, please scroll.

A/N: This is the last and long-awaited part of the wonderful request from the lovely @twistedmelodies. Her request was based on the picture of the twins in the Age of Machine music video that you can see in this collage. Thank you so much, Hannah. Your patience, kindness and support were absolutely unmatched.

I had to divide it because it is too long.

I really hope you like this one.

Share Our Skin (part 1)

Share Our Skin (part 2)

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Word count: 3K

Pairing: Josh x female!reader x Jake

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, sexual tension, graphic sexual content, language, unprotected penetrative sex.

Summary: In the end, your lies inevitably catch up on you.

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You were utterly disgusted by yourself.

You didn't know what had possessed you that Wednesday night when you had met Jake in that bar.

But now, two months later, you were still in deep trouble, with no way out.

Well, there was a way out but every time you thought about what the right thing to do was, you always ended up chickening out and thinking that you could keep them both for just a little bit longer.

You had come to the conclusion that you liked them both.

In very different ways, but both nonetheless.

Josh was like an early morning ray of sunshine that warmed your skin just right without burning it. He was like white soft cotton and the smell of fresh sheets. You would have listened to him blabber about his favorite movies, directors and film techniques for hours, with his boisterous voice that echoed through the cinema rooms. He exuded a deep sense of calmness and happiness into your soul.

Jake, instead, was the complete opposite. He was like a dark stormy sky with swirling clouds, heavy rain and whistling wind. He reminded you of the feeling of soaked clothes sticking to skin and heavy breathing into each other's mouth. But he wasn't only loud guitar solos and hungry eyes. He was like the thrill of a night dive into the dark limitless ocean. His touch felt forbidden and lighted your body into instant flames.

Together they made the absolute perfect man.

But surely you couldn't have both and sooner or later you would end up regretting your poor life choices and hurting yourself and them.

But yet you ended up seeing and desiring both of them.

You usually saw Josh on Saturdays, when he showed you new movies and shared with you interesting anecdotes about them, commenting on every scene, technique or actor involved. He was like an encyclopedia of cinema and he laughed every time you compared him to one.

Some Saturday nights he came to your flat, and others he invited you to his house.

One night, Josh had invited you over for dinner. He had told you he had a new film to show you, but refused to tell you what it was. He had expertedly dodged every question you had about it, successfully intriguing you to the point that you couldn't wait to see it.

You started getting ready hours in advance, so when you heard the horn of his car outside, you grabbed your bag and a paper box and ran downstairs.

You hated going to people's houses with empty hands, so that afternoon you had decided to cook some pizza for him.

He was waiting by his car next to your apartment and when he saw you, his eyes lit up. His perfect smile beamed as he enveloped you in a tight hug, kissing your temple.

"Hi, darling" he whispered and you blushed.

"Hi, Josh" you replied, feeling his hand grasp yours.

"Are you ready? You didn't need to bring anything, by the way. What is it?" He asked as he took the bags from your hands and carefully placed them in the back of his Jeep, eyeing them curiously.

"You have a surprise for me, and I have a surprise for you. It seems only fair to me" you told him and he rolled his eyes and kissed your knuckles as he started the car.

The drive to his house wasn't long and before you knew it, you were there.

It was a detached house on one floor, more on the outskirts than your little rented flat. It was huge and had a big garden at the front.

The sun was setting and the sky looked like a painting. The clouds had assumed deep shades of orange, red, grey and black and these beautiful colour reflected on the glass of the windows making the house glow.

Big oaks and chestnut trees surrounded the building that was located on a little hill, the driveway you followed curled up slightly to reach it

He stopped his car on the little gravel yard at the front and exited, opening your door and grabbing your bags in the back.

When you entered, the first thing you noticed was the warm smell of vanilla and patchouli engulfing you. You spotted it. It came from a candle that he had left on, on his fireplace. Its dim glow reflected onto the shiny dark wooden floor up to the entrance, its warm orange color matching the glow of the sunset outside.

The white walls glowed from the orange light filtering through the many windows.

Vintage movie posters crowded every room wall and many potted plants were scattered across the floor in an organized mess that was so Josh.

The first sensation that pervaded you when you entered was immense coziness.

You loved everything about his house. From the big windows, many without curtains showing the trees and the sky outside, to the eclectic choice of furniture.

In a corner there was a floor lamp that immediately caught your eye.

From the top of it, beaded crystals fell towards the floor in a spiral, circling around the stem. It looked ancient and expensive. Majestic.

He guided you to the kitchen and placed your bags on the big cherry wood table.

He opened the box and gasped, seeing the pizza there. His eyes lit up and he gasped, placing it on baking tray to place in the oven.

You helped him put the pizza to reheat in the oven he had opened for you, placed some napkins on the coffee table and settled on the emerald green velvet couch.

He sat down next to you and handed you a roll of film he retrieved from the side of the couch.

"I found this the other day, amongst some other new rolls that arrived at the cinema. Since I know how much you love Hitchcock's films, I thought about borrowing this to watch it with you" he explained, shifting the roll between his hands.

You blushed, thinking about how cute he was for choosing something you loved, but then the logistics of it all confused you.

The roll he had in his hands was meant for a cinema projector, so your expression turned confused since you were at his house and not at the cinema.

He had never told you he owned a vintage projector so when he stood to open the cabinet and you saw it, you gasped loudly bringing a beaming smile to his face.

You both watched the movie with curiosity, and everytime he whispered into your ear to tell you some anecdotes about the movie, you marveled at his knowledge, falling a little bit more for him every time.

"Did you know that for this specidic scene Hitchcock used a very big crane to move the camera slowly from the top of the stairs downwards? It's called dolly." He whispered, moving his hands like he was holding an imaginary camera.

"No I didn't. But it gives an incredible sense of…" you trailed off in search of the right word.

"Suspence" you both said together and started to chuckle. You lost yourself in his eyes and kissed him without a second thought.

The sound of the oven timer going off broke the spell between the both of you.

He parted from you hastily and stood up to grab the pizza, telling you with a wink to stay where you were.

He had bewitched you with the movie and his knowledge that you had completely forgotten about the food.

He stood to turn off the oven and brought the food to the coffee table.

He complimented it profusely, sinking his teeth in the slightly crunchy dough and moaning in pleasure at the enveloping taste of tomato sauce and mozzarella.

You ended up falling asleep on the couch. His body was cuddled behind yours under a soft blanket, one of his arms was circling your body in a loose embrace and your head was resting on his other arm as a makeshift pillow. The slow rising and falling of his chest and the soft sound of wind outside had lulled you to sleep.

In your deep state of slumber, you suddenly felt something tickling your nose, light as a feather.

Then nothing.

But then you felt it again, this time followed by a little giggle and a barely there gush of breath.

The feeling repeated itself a few more times until you opened your eyes slowly and you saw Josh’s smile beaming down at you.

He kissed your nose again and this time his giggle echoed in the room, no more afraid to wake you, since he had already managed that.

He started covering your entire face with little kisses as you squirmed away, ticklish.

When he reached your lips, he lingered a few inches away and his eyes connected with yours, glimmering in the pale light of the moon.

"I thought I was dreaming" he started whispering not breaking eye contact.

"What were you dreaming about?" You asked in a whisper, voice still groggy with sleep

"I thought I was dreaming about an angel" he said, his eyes were serious.

"But turned out I was wide awake just looking at you." He said and even in the dark you blushed furiously.

Nobody had ever spoken to you like that.

You snaked a hand on the back of his neck and pulled him down, meeting his lips in a slow sweet kiss.

Then, slowly and deliberately, you started removing each other's clothes, one by one until you were one in the arms of the other completely bare.

You were laying on your back, your head propped up the cushion on the armrest and he was slotted between your legs, trailing kisses down your neck, his soft curls tickling your jaw

You ran your hand into his hair and grabbed it lightly, making him groan and roll his hips against yours.

"Josh" you whispered.

"What is it, what do you need?" He whispered back.

"You, I need you" you whispered back bringing his hand between your legs.

You hissed when his cool fingers caressed you slowly and you shuddered when he replaced them with the velvety head of his member.

When he finally pressed into you, he did it agonizingly slow.

Your legs instinctively wrapped around his hips, keeping him flush against you and bringing him even deeper.

His slow deep thrusts brought you both to your end quickly, the intensity evident in your shaking glistening bodies and in your drawn-out whimpers.

Your nails dug into his back as his final thrusts made you topple over the edge, his orgasm hitting him seconds before yours.

His body slumped against yours and your eyes started to drift closed, tiredness having the best on you.

The last thing you remembered right before falling asleep on his couch was the feeling of soft cotton fabric being gently dragged between your legs to clean you up and him nuzzling his nose against yours like a cat.

Wednesday evenings were Jake’s, instead.

Your nights out usually started with you watching him play his improvised concerts in dingy bars. It was always more and more difficult for you to keep your indecent thoughts at bay the more you admired him play.

Those evenings always ended with trysts in secluded places.

Backstages. Bathrooms. Dark alleys next to the bars. Inside his car. Against his car.

One time you even ended up in the cellar where the bartenders stored pallets of beverage and beer kegs.

With him you were always on the edge of getting caught.

You almost never went to his house.

But just because the two of you couldn't hold back and usually jumped eachother bones way before reaching it.

One night you were halfway to it.

The engine of his Mustang was roaring into the stormy night and the hand that wasn't busy with the steering wheel was gripping your thigh, waiting to bring you to his house to devour you properly, but you couldn't take it anymore.

"Stop the car" you murmured.

"What, doll?" He eyed you briefly with a confused expression before looking back towards the road.

"Please, stop the car" you repeated, a little more vehemently.

"We are almost there doll, just two more turns and I'll be all yours" he cooed, biting his bottom lip and digging his thumb into the muscle of your thigh.

"Stop this fucking car, Jake!" You yelled and you saw his expression change to a concerned look as he pulled abruptly over to the side of the dark road, the rain picking up slightly on the roof of the almost still car.

You didn't even give him enough time to stop the car properly, though.

You swiftly turned towards him and reached for his belt, unbuckling it and sneaking a hand into his jeans, feeling him half hard and hot against your palm.

The car jolted forward to a stop when he abruptly lifted his foot from the clutch.

He groaned at the contact and gasped when in a second you tugged harshly on the zipper, freeing him and plunging him to the back of your throat, without as much as a second thought or a warning.

You couldn't help it, you had pavloved yourself.

After listening and watching him play his music so passionately you needed him like you needed air.

And you couldn't wait any longer, not even two turns.

His hips started buckling upwards with groaned curses and the sounds of you gagging around him filled the car.

But you didn't care.

You stopped abruptly and climbed on top of him.

You quickly lined him up with your entrance, after pushing your panties to the side, and sank harshly down onto him, enveloping him completely.

He cursed loudly and hissed, slapping your thigh because of the sudden move.

You set a rapid pace, bouncing on top of him like mad and digging your nails in his shoulders for leverage, but he gripped your hips and stopped you with a grimace onto his face.

He was already close.

"What the hell has gotten into you, doll?" He inquired out of breath, as he forcefully squeezed your hips, struggling to keep you still.

"Shut up and fuck me, Jakey" you whined into his ear and he finally let you move, countering your thrusts downward with upwards pushes of his strong hips.

The car filled with lewd sounds of slapping skin and heavy breathing and the windows fogged up quickly.

It was hard and fast and you knew you both were going to come quickly, but, in all honesty, you didn't care. You knew you would be ready to go again as soon as you reached his house, anyway.

There was no intention in prolonging the moment, from the both of you. You just needed relief.

You came together soon after, foreheads pressed together and eyes in eyes, moaning loud.

"You needed it that bad, baby?" He managed to say after a few minutes of silence, still wrapped one around the other.

You nodded, spent and sweaty and hid your face in the crook of his neck extremely embarrassed by your behaviour.

"Sorry" you mumbled.

"Hey, what is this for?" He asked, still trying to regulate his breathing after your onslaught.

"I didn't mean to act like a cat in heat. I am sorry. I just- sometimes I can't help myself when I'm around you" you whispered into his neck.

He chuckled and lifted your face with his pointer finger.

"That was hot, baby, incredibly hot. Don't ever apologise for needing to feel good." He whispered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"Let's go, my house is close" he whispered onto your lips, helping you position yourself back on your seat.

You started to straighten your skirt and buttoning your blouse but he stopped you with a firm hand on your thigh.

"Don't even bother, doll. If you think I am not going to tear up your clothes as soon as I get you in my house you are wrong" he whispered sultrily, kneading the flesh of your thigh with his thumb.

Soon, you were in front of his house.

You couldn't see much of it, though, because of the rain that coated the car windows and the darkness of the night.

You could only see that it had two floors and it was surrounded by trees and a garden that curled up one side of the building.

Before you could see more, he parked into the garage and you couldn't even take a look around there because, as soon as the car stopped his lips were on yours again, stealing your breath away.

It was always the same

You came home from one of those encounters with one of them and you were sure and determined to end things with the other.

But all it took was a simple text from the other boy, maybe about something completely meaningless and your thoughts ended up being completely messed up again in a matter of seconds.

You really couldn't seem to make a final decision, you were so invested with them both that it was incredibly frustrating.

You had lost count of how many times you had tried to list the pros and cons of dating one or the other, but you always ended up in a loop and abandoned the idea, only to come to the conclusion that you couldn't choose one to save your life.

So you always ended up doing what you did best.

You procrastinated the moment in which you knew you would be forced to make up your mind and choose.

But sometimes when you fail to take the matter in your own hands life decides it's time to help you out.

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Chapter 8

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A few days later you were released from Med Bay. As you walked down the corridor with your book in hand you couldn’t help but make your way to the canteen as you smelt dinner.

You grabbed your tray of food and as usual, took your seat at your usual table. You always sat alone at meals and none dared sit next to you. Well not after you broke a guy’s arms for trying too.

You slid into your seat,  opened your book, and began reading and eating.

“You lost?” You asked not even looking up. When you sensed the large man sliding into the same table.

“Not at all.”. He smiled “Saw an empty table and sat down” he shrugged.

You glared at him over your book. But he wouldn’t even glance at you.

“Your scary looks don’t work on me doll, I’m not moving,” he said,  again not even looking at you.

You both set in silence until you heard him coughing. You looked up at the solider,

“Everything okay over there?” you glared.

He cleared his throat again and you thought he looked nervous. You put your book down and looked at him, raising an eyebrow in confusion and impatience.

When he looked at you he asked. “Could I borrow your book after you? You see I’ve read the hobbit but not The Lord of the Rings.”

You blinked in shock “Of course " you finally replied “But this is the second book,  I have the first in my room if you want to come to get it after dinner,"

“Second book?” he asked.

“Yes it’s split into Three, I’m nearly done with this one too so certainly you can borrow it. It's my favourite. Movies too.” You beamed.

“The movies?” He asked confused.

“Yes the Hobbit and Lord of the Rings were made into movies.” you said excitedly,  and before you knew what was happening you said “If you haven’t seen them, we could watch them together. I love a good excuse to watch them again.” When you caught yourself on, you lowered your head in embarrassment.

But a grin spread across your face when you heard his voice answer “I would like that a lot”

After that, you and the soldier seemed to relax around each other. You had actually grown to be friends. And you loved how protective he had become of you. You had never had this kind of affection before.

You even helped each other after solo and joint missions.  When either of you felt exhausted or riddled with guilt, you would curl up to the side of the other, and the other would always try and provide comfort, whether it was reading aloud from a book or sticking on a film until the other had fallen asleep.  You were always there for each other.

One day the soldier came banging through the door of the shower room and dropped to his knees. This was new, So you slowly walked towards him. Not sure if he was your soldier or the winter soldier.

“Soldat?” you questioned. But he didn’t move.

You touched his face and he looked at you,  realising it was your soldier you hushed him.

“Stay there" you ordered and ran towards the lockers. As you threw your clothes off the chair you grabbed it and placed it under the soldier’s typical shower and turned on the water.

You then walked to the soldier and took his hands in yours and whispered “Let’s get you up.”

As you pulled at him he made no effort to move.

You puffed at him “Little help here. Not sure if you realise,  but you weigh a ton” It caused the soldier to smile a little,  a sad smile but a smile.

As you grabbed his hands again he moved himself onto his feet and stood in front of you.

You tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt and asked “Is it okay if I take this off?”

He nodded silently.

But when you reached his shoulders and you couldn’t reach any further. He looked down at you and smiled.

“You enjoying this?” you tried to sound stern.

Again he looked at you smiled and with all his effort he took the shirt off.

You then placed your fingers into trousers and underwear.

“I’m going to take these off, is that okay?” You softly spoke.

The soldier nodded tiredly. You gently lowered his trousers to his ankles. And tapped each leg separately so you could take off his socks, shoes,  trousers, and underwear.

When he was fully undressed you lead him to the chair and sat him down. You tilted his head backward so it was under the water and you wet his hair. When you took his shampoo you scrubbed his scalp and he moaned in contentment. After washing his hair you then took his shower gel and poured it onto your hands. Rubbing your hands together to make sure it wasn’t cold you then rubbed it over his shoulders. Making sure you were massaging them.

You took your time kneading out the knots and tension in his shoulders and back. You then knelt down in front of him then you came to his thighs. And that’s when you realised you were as naked as him when I chill ran through you.

You took more shower gel into your hands and rubbed his thighs and his calves and right down to his feet. Avoiding any contact with the area you really wanted to look at. Out of respect. When you finished,  you looked at his face and noticed he was looking at you so intensely you began to turn red. His beautiful eyes were now black. Wait did you really think he had beautiful eyes?

You were pulled out of your thoughts when out of the corner of your eye it twitched. Your eyes shot to him then down to the area you desperately tried to avoid.

It was hard,  purple, and leaking. God, it turned you on.

You looked at his face and asked him “Do you want help with this?”

He nodded unsurely. And you asked again “Are you sure?”

Again he nodded.

As you rubbed your hands up his thighs towards his groin and then used your nails to scrap back down his thighs you felt him twitch and moan. You did this a few times before you had the courage to take his dick in your hand and slowly move your hand up and down.

When the soldier threw his head back you were finally convinced he was okay with you touching him. You slowly pumped him for a few minutes then you bent over and licked right from his balls right up to the head of his cock. He absolutely growled at this action,  you smiled and did it a few times more. And just before he complained. You took his dick inside your mouth licking and sucking it as hard as you can. When he moaned again grabbing your hair you took him fully into your mouth until you could feel him hitting the back of your throat and your eyes watered.

You were so turned on you only picked up speed. Then he grabbed your hair and yanked you backward. He looked at you and shook his head,  signaling he was about to come. You smirked and went back to sucking the soul out of his body. He came right down your throat and you moaned.

He held you there until you tapped his leg and when he let you go,  you gasped for air.

The soldier looked at you. “Feel better?” You asked.

"Very much so" he smiled pulling you onto his lap. And kissing you. “Been wanting to do that for a very long time."

“What me sucking you off?” you smiled.

“No,  well yes,  but no” he laughed “I meant kissing you”

You looked into his eyes then tucked a bit of hair behind his ear.

“Me too,” You whispered and leaned down and kissed him.

As the kiss grew deeper you felt him harden beneath you and you groaned. You couldn’t help but move your hips making him groan. He placed his hands on your hips and started moving them.

“Please " you whispered.

“He then lifted you up and you helped line him up with your entrance and then you sunk down causing you both to yell out fuck.

He studied your face but your eyes were closed in ecstasy.

He then reached down and began to play with your clit your eyes shoot open and you looked at him through heavy lids.

“Please soldier,  I need to cum"  you pleaded placing your forehead on his.

“Me too princess” he groaned.

The pet name that was once used to cause you so much irritation,  now caused you to moan in pleasure. As you both picked up speed,  you ground up and down on him,  the bubble of pleasure burst and you grabbed onto his head screaming out his name or the only name you knew him by, a few seconds later you felt his arms tighten around your body and heard him groan as spilled inside of you.

You both sat in silence for a while “Feel better?” you whispered.

“You have no idea,  but we will have to do that again just to make sure” he grinned and you laughed kissing his lips.

After that, your trainers definitely noticed the change between you two and couldn’t resist teasing you both at the same time. You always blushed when he smiled at you and he knew. And it made his heart flutter how he made you feel, 'cause you made him feel the same way.

A few days later as you lay in your bed reading,  you stated.

“You know you're not as sneaky as you think you are" You grinned not even looking up from your book,  but then squealed as you felt a hand around your ankle and pulling you down the bed.

“Well, you weren’t expecting that “The soldier tickled your side kissing your neck and you squirmed underneath him laughing. Your laughing quickly turned to moaning when he started to suck on your neck and bite your ear.

“The noises you make princess I could spend all day pulling them from your lips” And his lips met yours in such passion your head spun.

As the soldier made his way down your body,  your back arched when his mouth met your clit. In the middle of him eating you out,  your door flung open “Pierce’s office, Now” but the voice stopped in surprise at the scene in front of him. As you turned your head to look at Rumlow you huffed in frustration. “Fuck sake Rumlow,  either come in and enjoy the show or close the fucking door.

As Rumlow contemplated your words the soldier growled at him "She was being facetious,  get the fuck out” Rumlow slammed the door marching angrily down to Pierce's office, “You think Rumlow Is a way to tell on us" You laughed.

“Without a doubt," the soldier laughed “better make this one count" as he went back to his objective and once again you were lost in bliss.

As Rumlow shouted at Pierce about what he had just walked in on,  Pierce smiled “Finally!”

“Finally?" Rumlow asked.

"Well now that she has someone to lose she will stop trying to run away," Pierce smirked.

“So you planned all this?” Rumlow was shocked.

“Everything I do has a reason “Pierce stated “So you better keep your hand to yourself from now on  “he ordered Rumlow

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[floram-creative]

Half Anniversary Dinner Dates

Characters - Leona, Ruggie

Gn!Reader

TWs: None! (I think?)

Written by: Flora!

Edited by: Evershade and Kaigan

I'm not dead! Just extremely burnt out and so done with the world. Either way, it's my first solo post and also my first time posting in a month. I'm also working on a TWST angst story for @lonelycornergremlin that I will try to get out before Sunday. Hope you enjoy!

Leona:

Leona does not do fancy dates. Being a prince, he had access to all of the restaurants in Twisted Wonderland, and he claimed that going to them would be too much of a pain. And, to some extent, you could agree, as you were never really good at social cues. You dreaded having to deal with all of the excessive etiquette rules that would probably be needed when going to those restaurants. But there were still times that you wanted to dress up elegantly and dine at a nice restaurant, just to experience it. Even so, you knew better than to badger your boyfriend about this sort of thing, and decided to let it go.

It had been a relatively uneventful week, all things considered, (especially given that you didn’t have to give any impromptu therapy sessions to traumatized teenagers) so you hadn’t been planning on going out that Friday evening. You were heating up some leftovers and  planning on finishing up an assignment before heading to bed, when you were startled by a hand on your shoulder. You half expected to turn around to see Crowley with a request to run another errand around the school, only to come face to face with Leona, in a very fancy suit, holding out an expensive looking dress.

“Get changed - we’re going out,” was the only explanation he gave you before stuffing the dress in your face, leaving you to rush off to change into the dress. After struggling to get the dress on for nearly 10 minutes, you met Leona at the entryway of the dorm, where he helped you put on a pair of shoes, which you were sure they cost more than the entirety of Ramshackle Dorm (not that the dorm was worth much in the first place anyways). Leona then led you to the Dark Mirror, asking for an address that you didn’t recognize. Stepping through the mirror, you found yourself on a street flooded with lights from billboards and cars whizzing by. What was most impressive was that directly in front of you was a giant restaurant that looked like it was taken out of a vogue magazine. To say you felt out of place was an understatement. Leona, however, did not seem to care as he walked straight into the restaurant and almost left you behind. You were forced to half-jog to catch up. 

It wasn’t until you had made it to your seat, one that Leona had apparently booked, that you recognized the restaurant. It was a 5-star restaurant that had been endorsed by hundreds of celebrities, Vil included, that was known for being notoriously hard to get a reservation for. What was even more surprising was that it seemed like Leona had managed to get a reservation for a private room.

“I had tried to get a reservation for last week, but they didn’t have any tables free,” Leona explained once the waiter had left the room to grab water for the two of you. It was then that you figured out why he had gone through so much effort getting a seat. Last week had been your ½ year anniversary, and you had dragged Leona to your dorm for a nice-ish dinner together. He had acted annoyed at the endeavor, yet you knew better, and judging by the fact that Leona was wearing the bracelet you made him, you could tell he had enjoyed the night. However, you didn’t expect Leona to return your dinner by going this far with your first half anniversary. You were touched.

“Thank you Leona. It’s lovely!” you replied, falling even further for the lion man.

Ruggie:

It had been about 6 months since you had begun dating Ruggie, and you had gotten used to your bi-weekly dates by now. On these dates, Ruggie would come over to your dorm and the two of you would cuddle up together to watch a movie while eating some snacks. Not very glamorous, but it was cheap and fun, and spending time together was enough for the two of you. Neither of you had much money,  so the two of you had agreed  on not spending much money on each other. Even so, you felt like doing something special for your half-year anniversary. Normal restaurants and other such common date locations were out of the question due to their price. 

After a bit of deliberating, you realized there was a perfect place for the anniversary: a buffet. Although buffets were not the most fashionable, they were inexpensive and the fact that you could eat as much as you want was a big plus. The only remaining issue was getting Ruggie there without him finding out about the date. Ruggie was smart, and you were sure that he would see through any surprise  you tried to plan. While you could outright tell him, the chances of him saying that he wouldn’t want you to waste your money were high, and there was no fun in doing it that way. And so, you turned to the only person you could trust to help you with getting Ruggie there.

It was a Wednesday afternoon and Ruggie was tired. He had had classes all day, and he was feeling completely drained. He had hoped to  just crash onto his bed once he got back to his dorm room, but Leona had requested something that Sam did not stock. He knew he had to appease Leona, so Ruggie’s only choice was to use the Dark Mirror to purchase the item from the supplier directly. It was a pain and he really didn’t feel like doing it, but it wasn’t like he had a choice. What he hadn’t expected was you offering to accompany him. Even less expected for him was the Dark Mirror dropping the two of you  off onto a hustling city street. He started to check the slip of paper, where Leona had written the shop address, thinking he had misspoke, when you suddenly started pulling him towards a nice looking establishment.

It was only when the two of you had made it inside that he realized what you were doing, and by then it was too late, as you had already started piling food onto your plate.

“You can eat as much as you want–it’s my treat,” you told Ruggie, turning back to look at him expectantly. He stood still for a couple more seconds before grabbing another tray to select some food. “I guess I’d better enjoy myself then,” he grinned.

The two of you would go on to enjoy your date, and by the time it was done, you were planning on how to trick Ruggie into going on another date. Ruggie, on the other hand, managed to sneak out 5 plates worth of food, and to this day, you are still unsure as to how he did it.

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𝙽𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚊 (Taehyung Love Story || Pt.2)

Warnings: This series will have smut. I will label parts accordingly. That being said: ALERT THERE IS SMUT. DIRTY SMUTTY SOLO SMUT. PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

Pt.1 here || Pt.3 || Pt.4

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜; 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚙 𝚓𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜…"𝚃𝚊𝚎𝚑𝚢𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎- 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚗'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍," 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞. "𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚗, 𝙽𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚊…" 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚋𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝- 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕.

You lean back against the couch, the dark living room illuminated by the screen in front of you. Your legs are crossed one over the other in front of you, and you can't help but chew endlessly on your bottom lip as your mind replays that moment from dinner. "I guess I just like...older girls."

Surely he didn't mean that much older, right? Wait, but even if he did- why would you care? You've known him since he was a teenager, you've seen him spend countless hours playing video games with your son- Why are you so stuck on this? You don't even realize how deep in thought you are until Tae's voice bring you back to reality, "Still hungry?"

You snap your head toward his direction, both startled and a bit frazzled. "Sorry?" "You've been chewing on your nails for the past two minutes," He chuckles. "Oh," You manage a laugh, "I didn't even notice." "A lot on your mind?" He asks, taking a few steps into the living room. "Eh, nothing important," You lie, rolling out your shoulders to try to at least appear more relaxed, "I thought for sure you'd still be knocked out upstairs."

He rolls his eyes, "Well, I tried to get a few hours of rest in, and then Jungkook fell asleep as well- you'd have thought he was the one who's been on a plain for eight hours this morning with the way he's snoring."

"He has always been a...heavy sleeper, hasn't he?" You laugh.

"No kidding. Anyway, what are we watching?" He asks, casually inviting himself over to the recliner next to the couch. "Uh-" You're caught slightly off guard but again, you don't want him to catch onto your weird vibe so you just try to push dinner out of your mind for a second, "Well, I was actually gonna put on Finding Nemo."

"Finding Nemo?" He raises his brows. "Yeah- I know it's kinda lame but also I kind of love this movie- we can watch something else though, I don't mind-" He waves you away, "Don't be silly. I love this movie too. Got any beer?" You nod, motioning to the mini fridge in the corner where the bar is, "We should have some in there."

He walks over and grabs two, popping the caps off of both of them, "I will replenish tomorrow, don't worry." You shake your head, "Don't worry about it, really."

When he comes back, he hands you one and then sits back down.

"Thanks," You smile politely, taking it from him and then taking a sip.

He brings the bottle to his lips and then takes a big swig, "Oh, that's good."

"Goodness, I don't know why it's so weird to see you guys drink now," You chuckle, "I don't think I'll ever get used to it."

He smiles back at you, "Well, what can I say? I'm a big boy now."

There it is again. That look. The same one from dinner.

You nod, quickly averting your eyes and turning your focus to the movie.

A few minutes goes by and you finally get to the scene where thee shark comes and decimates Nemo's mom and siblings.

"I'm not gonna lie, this scene always gets me," He sighs. "Me too...I've kind of always felt that it does well in depicting what it's like for a single parent." "Yeah? In what way?" "Well, I get that Marlon is super overprotective and annoying throughout the movie, but it's only because he has this precious little baby that he has to take care of all by himself. One wrong move and it can all fall apart," You say, eyes falling a bit. "I guess I see what you mean," He nods, taking another drink.

"Yeah...of course, Marlon wasn't a teen mom like me so, he has that on me for sure." He chuckles, "To be fair, we don't really know how old he is." "True, true. I almost wish they'd make another one where he starts dating again, just to see how he and Nemo would handle it." "Wait, are he and Dory not together?" "Dory? No, dummy." "But they're always together," He says, a confused expression taking over his whole face. "Uhm because they're best friends, 'Tae. Men and women can be platonic friends, you know." "Alright, alright," He laughs.

After a moment of silence, he speaks again, "What about you?"

"What about me?" "Do you have any...'platonic male friends'?" His tone is a bit sarcastic, a knowing and rather mischievous smile on his face.

You blush, looking away again, "I...don't think that's any of your business."

"You're right, it's not- I'm sorry," He says, though his smile never wavers.

You clear your throat, "What about you? When are you gonna bring a girl home? I'm sure your family would probably like grand kids soon, right?" You tease. He chuckles, another giant swig of beer. "Oh please- my parents are way too up their own asses to care about what I do... They're not like you."

"I suppose you're right," You sigh, "I'm just glad I can be here for both of you boys. Jungkoook will never have to feel that way with me...his dad is another story."

"Did it ever get easier?" Taehyung asks, his face softening. You swish your beer around in your mouth for a moment while you think, "Yes...and no. I mean, of course things were difficult when 'Kook was younger; he was so rambunctious hyper, and he was always asking for his dad- as he grew up, he calmed down and he asked for him less and less, and we fell into our routine, just the two of us- but I always knew he missed him. Even when he stopped asking about him at all, I could still see the sadness in him, you know?"

Tae nods, face solemn as he listens. "Paired with the fact that I was only 14 when I had him and I never really got to have that regular teenage experience like the other kids... It was definitiely not something that got 'easier'. But he was worth it."

"You don't regret anything?" "Nope. Everything happens as it's supposed to. I firmly believe that." "Me too," He says, staring straight at you. You've always thought he had beautiful eyes, and right now, the way they seem to devour you it making you absolutely weak. Time to go to bed. Abort. Abort.

"Welp, I'm feeling pretty tired. I think I'm gonna head to bed now!" You shoot up from the couch, but you almost lose your balance as soon as you get on your feet-

"I've got you!" In a matter of milliseconds, you feel his arms wrap around your waist to bring you closer. You're in shock, staring up at him with wide eyes- your heart is racing for the second time tonight.

"Thanks- I- I lost my balance..." Your brain can't even form a coherent sentence.

He's looking down at you, lids low, shaggy hair falling in his face every so slightly, "Good night," He says, letting you go.

"Good night," You say back, quickly tucking your hair behind your ear as you walk past him, darting up the stairs to get to your bedroom.

"Mom, do we have any orange juice?" Jungkook stands in front of the fridge, door wide open as he stares blankly inside. "It's right in front of your face," You say, not looking up from your cereal. "Mom, I seriously don't see it." "'Kook, if you make me get up and I find it, I'm going to slap-" "Found it," He says, an exaggerated smile plastered across his face, feigning innocence. "Mother, if I may ask, what's up your butt today?" He sits across the counter from you and pours the juice into a glass. You and 'Kook have always had a very honest relationship; you talk about most things together and, for the most part, you both listen without judgment-

but could you tell him that the reason you're so grumpy is because you tossed and turned all night thinking about his childhood best friend? Absolutely not.

"I...didn't sleep well last night, that's all." "Well, might I recommend letting me take the car for a few hours?" "How would that help me sleep better?" You raise an eyebrow out him. "Well, it would- it would- hell, I don't know. I just wanted a natural way to bring up the fact that I need the car for a few hours today." "No, absolutely not- you're supposed to be doing the yard today." "Yeah, I'm gonna get to it- I just have to do this one thing first." "Nope. You've been avoiding it for months and our yard looks like shit." "I can do it," Tae walks in, bright-eyed and looking a lot more rested than you.

"Yes! That would help me out so much!" Jungkook exclaims, turning to you with a big smile. "No. Absolutely not." "It's not a problem, really," Tae says, coming to stand next to Jungkook. "Tae, no- this is Kook's job. You're a guest."

Tae puts his hand on his heart, letting his mouth fall open in mock hurt, "A guest? A guest?" "Yeah mom, Tae isn't a guest- he's practically my brother. He won't mind doing that chore for me while I go take care of some business." You try hard not to wince at Jungkook's use of the word 'brother', "I don't know."

"Come on, Ms.L/N, I got it. Seriously. I need some sun anyway," Taehyung gives you a reassuring smile and you already feel yourself melting like butter.

"Fine, fine," You wave both of them away, "This will be the only time though." "Awesome," Jungkook and Taehyung do there little bro-five and then Jungkook leans over to kiss you on the cheek, "Thanks mom. It'll only be a few hours and then it's all yours....until tonight when we need it again, of course!" He immediately runs out of the kitchen and back upstairs to get ready for his "business". "Oh God, I can't wait for him to get his car fixed." "Oh please, he's gonna milk this for as long as he can. He was just saying how much he loves not having to pay for all the gas," Tae chuckles, walking over to the fridge. You didn't even realize before that he's been holding a grocery bag this entire time. "Oh, you went to the store?" "Yeah, I walked over to Lawson's to replace the beer I drank yesterday," He says, taking a few bottles out of the bag and setting them into the fridge. "Tae, it was one beer," You laugh, "You didn't have to get a whole bunch." He chuckles, "I know, I just- I just wanted to do it as a sign of appreciation. You let me stay here for free, you cooked me that dinner- this was the least I could do."

"Well, thank you," You say, turning to put your bowl in the sink, though just as you turn, you bump into Tae who's about to reach over for a paper towel, and your face ends up square in his chest.

"Oh sorry," You laugh, not because it's funny but because it's almost like the universe is dangling Tae in front of you like meat in front of a hungry cougar lion.

He laughs as well, "Man, you're kind of clumsy, aren't you?"

"It seems that way these days," You say, quickly tossing your bowl into the sink, "I'm gonna be upstairs for a while sorting laundry. If you need anything, just give me a shout."

"Will do," he says, grabbing the paper towel and wiping the condensation off of his hands.

You hoped the mountain of laundry would be enough to distract you, if only for a couple hours or so, but you easily finished separating in 30 minutes, followed by folding for 25- and then the other hour you've spent casually staring out the window at Taehyung working on the yard. You're just...checking on him.

"I should make him something to drink," You say to yourself, trying desperately to pull yourself away from your window.

Really, someone should make you thirst ass a drink, but we won't talk about that. You go downstairs and start cutting lemons in half- one by one, you squeeze them into a pitcher and then fill it up with water, plus some mint leaves you'd bought earlier in the week. It's just because he's doing you a favor. It's not for any other reason. None at all.

"Tae!" You call from the kitchen window, though he doesn't hear you the first time, as the mower is roaring away, "Tae!"

His head snaps up and he immediately turns the mower off, running inside shortly after. "What's wrong? Is everything okay!?" He asks in a panic. "Oh! Yeah- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you. I just- I made you some lemonade."

A clearly relieved expression washes over him, "Oh- wow, thank you," He says, smiling.

He's drenched in sweat- bangs matted to his forehead and everything. He's always been slender, but you can't help but notice how toned and muscular his arms are.

"Mm, it even smells good," He says when you hand him the glass, "Is that mint?" "Yeah," You say sheepishly, "I like to add crushed mint."

He immediately downs the entire glass, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly. Even his neck is beautiful.

"Wow, that was so good. I needed that," he sets the glass down on the counter and then wipes the sweat off his forehead.

"Of course, I know how hot it is out there, and you've been out there working really really-" As you're speaking, he slides his tank top up over his head, revealing his bare torso,

"-hard" You have to actively stop your jaw from hanging open. He's beautiful.

He doesn't even seem to notice.

"Well, again, I appreciate it. I'm pretty much done out there, just a little patch I need to do but I'm so beat right now. You mind if I finish it tomorrow?"

You shake your head, "Better yet, 'Kook will finish it." "That sounds like a splendid idea," He chuckles, wiping his hands off on his shirt, "I'm gonna go hop in the shower."

"Alrighty," You say, and when he's finally out of sight, you let out a deep sigh. You're not sure how the hell you're gonna get through this month with him here.

"Hey, have you heard from 'Kook?" You ask, furrowing your brow when you look at the time. "Yeah," Tae rolls his eyes, "He got 'overextended' with Jennie and postponed our, ahem, 'night on the town' for tomorrow night instead," his tone is super sarcastic, but he seems only mildly annoyed, as he looks perfectly comfortable laying across the couch in his sweats and tee shirt, a movie already playing on the TV.

"Oh God," You follow with your own eye roll.

"Welp, I think it's about time for dinner," You say, checking your phone, "I was thinking of walking over to Burger Bros- want anything?" "By yourself?" He asks, looking over at you. You shrug, "Yeah, I do it all the time." "Absolutely not," he says, turning off the TV and then standing up, "I'm coming with you."

You laugh, "It's just around the corner, it's not even that big a deal." "I would enjoy a nice, brisk walk," He says, "Allow me to escort you to Burger Bros." "Alright, fine," You comply, deciding it best to save your breath as you've seen that, when he says he'll do something, he means it.

The weather outside is perfect; a light breeze, just enough so that you only need a light sweater. It's still a little light, though the street lights have already come on to guide your way around the corner to your destination.

"Oh good, the line is pretty short!" You say excitedly, as usually the line would wrap around the entrance, "Hurry," You absentmindedly grab his wrist and make him jog with you to the end of the line as you don't want anyone who just pulled into the parking lot to beat you.

"Sorry, I'm just really hungry." "No, I don't blame you- I haven't had one of these in so long. I might just order half the menu," he says, eyes glued on the menu hanging on the outside of the restaurant. The line is moving relatively fast, though there are still quite a few people ahead of you, meanwhile the back of the line has extended pretty far. You're lucky you came when you did.

You ended up standing right behind Tae when you were reading the menu for a little while longer, and behind you were two men. You weren't paying much attention to them, that is, until they purposely started trying to get your attention. "If the back of you looks this good, I can't wait to see what the front looks like," One of the men's voices caught your attention and you briefly turned around to se if they were really talking to you. "Come on, beautiful- give us a little spin." You don't respond, choosing instead to ignore them. If you say anything, they'll either take it as permission to keep talking to you, or they'll get angry and try to start something. "You don't wanna talk to us?" Ignore. Ignore. Ignore. Just then, you feel one of them toss a lock of your hair to the side. "Dude, fuck off," You say, turning to them once more. The one who had been talking to you this whole time was some middle aged creep and his friend was no better. Up until this point, Tae hadn't noticed them talking to you, though when he does, he immediately puts you in front of himself in line to get you away from them, "Is there a problem?"

"Problem? We don't have a problem. Now excuse us, kid, we're trying to talk to your big sister here," The man said, dismissively shooing Tae away.

"She told you to fuck off, didn't she? Pretty clear she doesn't wanna be talked to," Tae is pretty slow to anger, preferring usually to be goofy and lighthearted, but you can see it rising in him. His already tall frame suddenly looks three times bigger. "Woah calm down, man. What is she, your girlfriend?" The man looks clearly shaken, but he's trying to play it off by acting tough. "Yeah, she is. So do as she said and leave her the fuck alone. I'm not gonna repeat myself." With that, Tae turns around throws his arm around your shoulders. Immediate butterflies. Without another word, the two men move to the back of the line. "Tae- that was so crazy," You say in a low voice, "They were actually scared." "As they should be. I don't know why they need a man to step in in th first place. Your 'no' should've been enough," he said, staring straight ahead, though he doesn't let go of you all the way up until you get to your food.

It's just for the show, nothing more. Just pretend...

You sit cross-legged no the couch, your burger already half finished along with your fries. Tae sits on the recliner again, drink snuggled nicely in the cupholder. You've been laughing and carrying on about the shennanigans he and Jungkook used to get into in high school, and all of the idiocy in your own teenage years.

All of the tension you've been feeling yesterday and today are almost gone, and you find yourself more relaxed and at ease- though your eyes do occasionally travel to his lips every so often, and you do have to keep your mind from thinking too much about he held onto you in line.

"Oh God, what's worse is I can literally imagine 'Kook doing all of that," You sigh, "He's always been so bad, I don't know where he got it from."

"Hey, Ms.L/N, you raised him," He chuckles.

You laugh as well, but then you look up at him, "You know, I've always hated when you call me that."

"Call you what? Ms.L/N?"

"Yeah." "And you choose to confess that after 8 years?" He laughs, "What would you prefer?" "Anything but my last name- it makes me feel old." "Well, you're most definitely not old," He says, licking his bottom lip, "maybe I should just call you...Noona."

Your stomach flips just at the word, "Don't be silly," You blush.

"Oh come on- does that make you feel old too?" He smirks. "I'm way too old for that," You can feel your cheeks heating up, "Just call me Y/N." "You're like, really hung up on age, aren't you?" He asks, leaning back, eyes fixed on you, "Why does it matter so much how old you are?"

"It- it doesn't," You say, "In fact, I've rarely thought of it at all until recently."

"Oh? And why do you think of it now?" The corners of his mouth are angled upward slightly. He knows exactly why. He's playing coy. There's no way he doesn't know.

"No reason in particular," You play dumb. "Right," He says. "I'm back!" Jungkook's voice travels over from the front door, and you momentarily panic- though why should you? You aren't doing anything wrong, right? Just having dinner.

"Aw, you got Burger Bro's without me!?" He whines, taking his coat off and tossing it next to you on the couch. "That's what happens when you ditch your friend for some ass," You say, eyeing him. He mocks offense, "Mother, I resent the fact that you would think I'd ever choose a woman over my boy. I just, you know, had some business to take care of." "Business, business- you keep saying you have business to take care of, well I've got news for you, after your morning shift tomorrow, the only business you're taking care of is the rest of the yard." "Understood," he says, saluting you before reaching down into Tae's fries and taking a few.

"Here, have some fries," Tae says sarcastically. "Aw, thanks man." Jungkook is oblivious as usual.

"Well, I'm gonna head to bed," You say, standing up and stretching your arms out, "Want me to get your trash?" You ask Taehyung. "No don't be silly-" He says, taking the trash from your hands instead, his finger tips grazing your hand ever so slightly, "I got it." You glance down, the simple touch having sent goosebumps up your entire arm. "Thanks," You say.

You immediately look over at Jungkook, fearing he may have caught onto this little moment- but he's too busy scarfing down the rest of Tae's food. "Good night, Noona" Tae says quietly, a soft smile on his face. "Good night, Tae."

Another sleepless night. You've been tossing and turning for the past hour eyes wide open as your stare at your ceiling. The lights are off, but you definitely aren't. You look over at the clock. 12:30AM. You bite your lip as you go back and forth about whether or not to... You reach over to your bedside table drawer, quietly sliding it open. You reach in and pull out the pretty little battery operated bunny that you bought a few weeks ago while out on a girl's day with B/F/N. You opened it up but hadn't gotten a chance to try it out, you guess now's as good a time as any, right?

You fix your pillows so that they're stacked on top of each other and then lean back, letting your legs spread apart. You adjust your blanket so that it's just covering right up your elbow- you wouldn't want them to be able to hear anything.

You're not quite sure why, but your mouth is watering at the promise of your first orgasm in weeks. It's been the furthest thing from your mind for so long, but somehow, Tae being back has brought it to the forefront of your mind, and now it's all you can think about; a sweet release. You're hungry for it.

You press the on button to gage the intensity of the vibrations, and then gently rest it on your sensitive clit. Immediately, you let your eyes close. "Oh," You moan. You start to move in small circles, teasing yourself incessantly. After a minute, you let your mind wander to where it's been wanting to go since the moment you laid eyes on Tae yesterday. It starts with his eyes; the way his gaze devours you- the ways in which you want him to devour you. You imagine looking into those eyes while his delicate face is in between your thighs. You can practically feel his long arms reaching up to circle your pert nipples.

"Fuck," You whisper, "Oh Taehyung..." What you wouldn't do to hear the beautiful sound of him lapping up your wet pussy, his nose tickling your clit ever so gently. Might you reach down to bury your red fingernails in his shaggy brown hair? Might you grind your delicate sex onto his mouth just to bring yourself close to your climax? No, because he'd pull away before you could. He needs his fix too. Nothing in life is for free, and this moment would be no exception. You circling faster around your clit, the vibrations feeling so utterly delicious. He stands up, his throbbing dick laying gently on your core only for a moment, then he takes it into his hand "Ready, Noona?" "Yes Tae." You slowly insert the bunny inside, careful to be slow, steady. You want to savor the fantasy. "Fuck," He whispers, throwing his head back, moving in and out so slowly, it drives you absolutely wild. "More, please." "You want more Noona?" "Please Tae." "Tell me you want more." "I want more." Each time, the thrust is deeper and deeper, more forceful, more maddening. "Oh God-" You feel it coming. That familiar sensation- "Taehyung." "That's right Noona, say my name," "Taehyung," You can hear yourself getting louder and louder but you can't help it. You almost don't care. All you want is this feeling.

And then finally, here it is. It comes in waves over you, and you feel the wetness immediately. Your body convulses, legs violently pressing together to preserve those last little bits of incredible pleasure, before finally collapsing. Breathlessly, you pant in place, not even bothering to put the toy on you bedside table, tossing it aside instead as you have no more strength left.

Maybe this will make it a little easier to stop thinking about him... Or maybe you just made it worse for yourself. Either way, you're finally tired enough to sleep.

Hope you guys enjoyed! It took me forever to write but I wanted to give y'all something with some meat in it (hehe).

Feel free to make suggestions! Box is open for requests as well. Challenge me!

[rachellaurengray]

100 Cozy & Uplifting Winter Bucket List Ideas

Winter is a time to embrace the season of coziness, reflection, and magic. Whether you’re sipping hot cocoa by the fire, bundling up for outdoor adventures, or simply slowing down to savor the quiet, these 100 winter activities are all about making the most of the chilly days. It’s a season for making memories—big and small—that will warm your heart, brighten your spirit, and create a winter full of joy.

So, let’s dive into this list and make this winter one to remember. Ready to fall in love with the season?

(Don’t forget to reblog 🤍 spread the magic!)

1-25: Cozy, Heartwarming Indoors Moments

Wrap yourself in the softest blanket and sip hot chocolate (with extra whipped cream, obviously) while binge-watching a holiday movie you swear you’ve seen a million times, but never get tired of.

Host a pizza and movie night—invite your besties over (or do it solo if you’re feeling like a self-love moment) and eat all the cheesy slices you want.

Make a winter playlist full of feel-good jams—think cozy acoustic vibes mixed with upbeat tracks that make you wanna dance around your living room in fuzzy socks.

Create a DIY vision board—get creative with magazines, photos, and Pinterest inspiration to map out your goals, dreams, and wishes for the year ahead.

Decorate your space with twinkle lights, fairy lights, and throw pillows that make your apartment feel like a winter wonderland (because who says the vibes can’t be chic?).

Bake cookies—even if you don’t have a recipe, just throw some chocolate chips in there and watch your kitchen turn into a bakery.

Write a letter to your future self—give your future self a pep talk, tell her what you’re excited about, and remind her of all the wins ahead.

Curl up with a good book—pick a book that’s cozy, uplifting, or maybe a total escape into a fantasy world.

Start a gratitude jar—write down one thing you're grateful for every day. By the end of the season, you’ll have a jar full of blessings to look back on.

Treat yourself to a hot bath—add bubbles, lighting, and a face mask to create your own mini spa in the comfort of your own home.

Indulge in a winter skincare routine—because your skin deserves the best care during the cold months. Treat yourself to a hydrating mask and those lotions that smell like fresh vanilla or coconut.

Do a DIY spa day—face mask, mani-pedi, and soak your feet in warm water. Trust me, you’ll feel like a queen afterward.

Host a virtual catch-up with your friends over cocktails or hot cocoa—because even if you can’t be together, you can still make memories from a distance.

Make a gratitude journal—write down three things you’re grateful for every day. It’s such a simple habit, but it can shift your mindset in a big way.

Decorate your own DIY snow globe—grab a mason jar, some glitter, and a tiny figurine, and create a magical winter moment for your desk or nightstand.

Start a cozy book club with your friends—pick a feel-good read, make some tea, and chat about it together. Or just get together for the snacks and vibes.

Organize a winter-themed dinner party—light candles, cook comfort food, and make a night of it. There’s something so special about gathering friends over a homemade meal.

Make your own winter candle—choose your favorite scents (hello, cinnamon and vanilla), and create something warm and inviting to burn throughout the season.

Unplug for a weekend—put down the phone, say goodbye to social media, and focus on recharging your mind and spirit.

Try journaling—write about your thoughts, dreams, or even create a vision for the future. Sometimes the act of putting pen to paper helps you see everything more clearly.

Start a mood board on Pinterest—build a collection of all your favorite things: fashion, decor, quotes, and the dreamy vibes that make you smile.

Do a cozy indoor workout—it’s cold outside, so light a candle, put on your favorite playlist, and get your sweat on with a YouTube workout or stretch session.

Buy yourself a cozy sweater that you can wear every time you need to feel like you’re getting a hug. (Bonus points if it has cute pom-poms or pastel colors).

Treat yourself to a winter-themed brunch—make avocado toast with a twist (add a poached egg), mimosas (or mocktails), and invite a friend for an epic cozy day.

Have a solo picnic indoors—lay out a blanket, gather all your favorite snacks, and let yourself enjoy a carefree, fun meal without the stress of going anywhere.

26-50: Winter Adventures (Even If It’s Just for the ‘Gram)

Go ice skating—even if you’re a beginner or a bit wobbly, there’s something magical about skating under the winter sky. And bonus—it’s the perfect time for cute photos.

Get outside and enjoy the fresh air—take a walk in the snow (or a chill stroll in the crisp winter air) and let yourself be present in the quiet beauty around you.

Make snow angels—yes, you are an adult, but who cares? Lay in the snow, let loose, and make the snow angels of your childhood dreams.

Host a ‘decorate your own gingerbread house’ night—it’s tacky, it’s fun, and it’s guaranteed to make you laugh at your creative skills (or lack thereof).

Have a snowball fight—don’t care how old you are, sometimes you’ve just gotta embrace your inner child and throw some snow at your bestie.

Visit a local Christmas market—find cute handmade gifts, sip mulled wine, and embrace the magic of festive cheer.

Go on a winter hike—find a trail covered in snow, throw on your favorite hiking boots, and take in the stillness of nature.

Go sledding—whether you're with friends or flying solo, sledding is always a good idea. And there’s no age limit for fun.

Book a cozy cabin getaway with friends or a loved one—think roaring fire, board games, hot cocoa, and maybe even a little snowshoeing.

Visit an ice rink with your friends—whether it’s indoors or outdoors, there’s something so festive and fun about skating in winter with the people you love.

Drive through a holiday light display—whether it’s a grand display or just a neighborhood full of lights, let yourself be swept away by the beauty.

Go on a winter road trip—sometimes, it’s not about where you’re going, but the memories you make along the way. Grab some snacks, make a playlist, and hit the road.

Go to a hot spring—even if you’re not the outdoorsy type, there’s something ridiculously magical about soaking in natural hot springs with steam rising around you in the cold.

Visit a Christmas tree farm—get that perfect tree, take a photo with it (you know you’ll use it as your holiday card), and have hot chocolate afterward.

Take snowy photos outside—layer up in your best winter outfit and snap some pics in front of your neighborhood’s twinkling lights.

Do something adventurous in the snow—try snowboarding or cross-country skiing, and don’t be afraid to laugh when you fall. It’s all part of the fun.

Go on a winter picnic—lay down a blanket in the snow, pack some warm drinks, and enjoy the quiet beauty of the season. Bonus: throw in a thermos of hot soup.

Do a winter photoshoot—take a friend (or do it yourself) and capture your winter wonderland moments. A cute knit hat and the perfect scarf are always Instagram-worthy.

Take a winter walk under the stars—bundle up, and go for a walk at night when everything is quiet and peaceful.

Visit a winter wildlife sanctuary—see how animals in the wild embrace the colder months. It’s surprisingly peaceful to watch nature slow down and rest.

Go to a winter festival—whether it’s a light show, an ice sculpture exhibit, or a cute market, let yourself be swept up in the community spirit.

Take a day trip to a nearby town—wander around, drink something warm, and explore the winter charm of a new place.

Have a winter bonfire—if you’ve got a fire pit, invite your friends for a chilly night of roasting marshmallows and sharing stories.

Get cozy by the fire—whether it’s at a cabin or in your living room, there’s nothing like the glow of a fire to make you feel warm inside and out.

Plan a cozy movie marathon—whether it’s a holiday classic or your favorite feel-good flicks, snuggle up with blankets and snacks, and let yourself unwind.

51-75: Heartfelt Self-Care & Creativity

Try knitting or crocheting—create a scarf or a beanie to keep yourself cozy, and discover the joy of making something with your hands.

Take a weekend staycation—book a local hotel or AirBnb and treat yourself to a mini escape, complete with room service and a bubble bath.

Start a winter-themed scrapbook—document your seasonal adventures, whether it’s tickets from a concert or photos from a cozy day spent with friends.

Host a cozy book exchange—swap your favorite reads with friends to build your winter reading list.

Create a hot chocolate bar—set up different types of cocoa, marshmallows, and toppings for a fun DIY hot chocolate station at home.

Take a yoga class—try a gentle, restorative flow or a winter-themed session to warm up your body and mind.

Volunteer at a local charity—give back during the season of giving and spread some holiday cheer to those in need.

Make a DIY snowman out of cotton balls—crafting can be simple, fun, and low-stress. Bonus points if you get creative with buttons and twigs!

Host a New Year’s Eve countdown with friends—no fancy dress required, just comfy outfits and plenty of bubbly (or mocktails).

Plant an indoor garden—grow your own herbs or succulents and bring a bit of spring indoors.

Learn how to make candles—get a DIY kit, choose your favorite scents, and create your own candles to light up those dark winter nights.

Take a cooking class—whether in person or online, learning how to cook a new winter dish can be a great way to embrace seasonal ingredients.

Make a DIY face mask—treat your skin to a spa day at home with a homemade face mask made from simple ingredients like honey and avocado.

Try a new hobby—whether it’s painting, photography, or pottery, winter is the perfect time to explore something new.

Send handwritten holiday cards—spread some love and gratitude with personal notes to friends, family, or even neighbors.

Give yourself a digital detox day—disconnect from screens and reconnect with yourself, whether through journaling, meditation, or a long bath.

Host a vision board night with friends—set intentions for the upcoming year while making a vision board that reflects your dreams.

Start a gratitude challenge—write one thing you're thankful for each day, no matter how small, to keep your spirits high all season.

Try your hand at winter photography—capture the beauty of winter landscapes, frosty mornings, or the perfect snowfall.

Create a DIY hot cider station—warm up your favorite holiday drink and add all the yummy mix-ins you can think of: cinnamon sticks, cloves, and apple slices.

Take a winter-themed bath bomb—light some candles, throw in a colorful bath bomb, and make your evening a little extra relaxing.

Try an online craft workshop—learn something new from the comfort of your couch, from embroidery to jewelry making.

Make a personalized winter playlist for your friends—share the music that’s getting you through the season with those you care about.

Have a snow-day painting session—whether you’re working on a canvas or coloring in a sketchbook, embrace your creative side during a snowstorm.

Host a self-care night—facemasks, candles, a cozy robe, and a feel-good movie. Your self-care game will be on point.

76-100: Winter Escapes, Traditions & Special Moments

Go on a winter-themed photo scavenger hunt—get creative with your list of things to capture: a snowy tree, a cup of cocoa, or a beautifully lit house.

Check out a local art gallery—winter can be the perfect time to explore museums and galleries that bring some warmth to those chilly days.

Plan a getaway to a ski resort—whether you’re skiing or snowboarding, or just soaking up the mountain views, it’s a great winter retreat.

Attend a live winter performance—whether it’s a holiday play, concert, or dance, let the arts inspire you this season.

Take a winter cooking class—perfect your comfort food recipes for cozy nights spent with loved ones.

Host a DIY sweater decorating contest—get crafty with your friends and see who can create the funniest, silliest, or most creative sweater.

Spend a day exploring a neighboring town—visit quaint shops, sip on warm drinks, and enjoy the peaceful winter atmosphere.

Start a cozy morning routine—make time to slow down and enjoy breakfast, journaling, or a cup of tea before your day gets busy.

Go on a spontaneous winter adventure—sometimes the best moments happen when you’re not planning ahead.

Check out a local ice bar—it’s an experience you won’t forget (and the perfect photo op).

Host a cookie exchange party—get together with friends, share recipes, and swap all the best cookies of the season.

Have a DIY holiday movie night—throw on your favorite holiday classic, make popcorn, and wear your coziest pajamas.

Go snowshoeing—take an easy winter hike on snowshoes to explore new terrain and get some fresh air.

Make a snowman or winter sculpture—get creative with the snow, and you’ll have something fun to look at when it’s all done.

Take part in a winter charity run—bundle up, get active, and give back during the colder months.

Attend a New Year’s Eve event—whether it’s a formal gala or a cozy gathering, make sure to ring in the new year with people who bring you joy.

Build an epic snow fort—embrace your inner architect and create a hideaway that’s both fun and functional.

Go stargazing on a clear winter night—bundle up, bring a blanket, and take in the beauty of the stars.

Take a scenic winter drive—find the best views, stop for hot cocoa, and let yourself be immersed in nature’s winter beauty.

Make DIY Christmas ornaments—get creative with pinecones, ribbons, and glitter, and decorate your tree with homemade love.

Plan a surprise winter date—whether it’s a snowball fight, a cozy dinner, or a spontaneous winter adventure, add some surprise into your season.

Go on a snowy forest walk—find a local nature trail and explore the winter beauty of the trees covered in snow.

Attend a winter food festival—embrace the season with seasonal treats and festive food stalls that will fill you with joy.

Spend the day at a spa—treat yourself to a day of pampering with a massage, facial, and relaxation time.

Take a mindful moment—whether through meditation, deep breathing, or simply sitting in stillness, take the time to enjoy the quiet beauty of winter.

[janjmoz]

Huéneja to Alquife

19.5km in 4.5 hours walking time and about 400m of elevation.

This morning we had breakfast of the porridge Jose is carrying at the albergue while the rest of our pilgrim mates went down to the bar for breakfast. This had the bonus of putting us on the Camino first so for once we did see quite a lot of our fellow pilgrims.

Today was a beautiful day of walking, definitely one of the highlights. Barely any river bed walking more tracks and 4WD roads, which was more like what we were expecting. Lots and lots of almond trees today.

We had coffee and a snack in Ferreira and this was where we regrouped with most of the other pilgrims who had passed us along the way. After Ferreira we had the solo French lady and the guy from Mallorca in sight for the rest of the day.

Our next town was La Calahorra. The town has a castle above it that you can see for miles. Sean Connery filmed a movie there (Wind and the Lion). A lot of the filming for The good, the bad and the ugly was also done around here and there is a statute of Clint Eastwood as you enter town. There’s also apparently a statue of Sean Connery but we didn’t see it.

After La Calahorra we walked into a mining area. We knew the area was famous for iron. At one point we walked onto a road that from a distance I thought was hard packed red clay but it was actually tarmac with so much red dust on it it looked red.

We eventually entered Alquife but unfortunately our albergue is a long way out of town, all uphill. I was not the only grumpy pilgrim about this fact because it’s not even on the Camino 😫

Thankfully the chap running the albergue (it’s privately run) offered to drive us back into town for lunch. We grabbed some provisions from the supermarket while we were there so we won’t have to venture back in again tonight.

We had lunch with the man from Mallorca and the French lady. It’s funny we haven’t exchanged names, we all just refer to each other by where we come from. The French lady is very nice but only speaks French so communication is a bit limited as our French is very limited. It was a nice lunch, menu of the day.

After lunch we trudged back to the albergue for showers, clothes washing and just chilling out for the afternoon. Having had a biggish lunch we just have some nibbles for dinner in the albergue.

Unfortunately there wasn’t a 100km marker on the Camino today. We are now 120km in, just under 100km from Granada and about 1,263km from Santiago de Compostela.

[html-nae]

I T R Y

1610!Miles x fem!OC

WC:444

Miles laid in between Kali’s legs with his head resting on her chest. His arms were wrapped around her waist while her nails scratched the nape of his neck with her freshly done nails.

The music and conversation coming from Princess and the Frog on Miles’ laptop silenced the sounds coming from the street of New York and from the Morales’ kitchen where Rio and Jeff busied themselves with dinner.

Well… more of Rio making dinner and Jeff bothering her and trying to distract her.

Kali and Miles laid on his twin sized bed with face masks on their face and bonnets placed on their head with his LED light on.

Kali had managed to convince Miles to have a self care night to relax and forget about the constant state of Brooklyn and the rest of New York.

He was hesitant at first but accepted nonetheless.

Kali made sure to go the whole nine yards with the self care night and even put hair masks in their hair before putting his hair in twists after hearing him complain about trying something new.

The well known hero was grateful to have someone like Kali in his life. She looked out for him when he didn’t have time to do it himself and made sure his life was on track when he was distracted.

Rio and Jeff were just as grateful for Kali as their son was. He looked happier and less stressed as he did before he met her. He was the boy he was before he started Visions and before he lost his Uncle.

They loved their son’s girlfriend and didn’t see him with anyone else and even saw her as one of their own, always going out of their way to make sure she felt welcomed.

Even if that meant siding with her when she and Miles were having a debate.

Much to Miles’ dismay.

Miles moving is what distracted Kali from the movie.

“Miles, what are you doing?”

Kali asked as he pulled her up from her spot on his bed. He didn’t do anything but grab her hands and gently start swaying her.

Ma Belle Evangeline played through the speakers as Miles twirled her in a circle and dipped her.

Kali threw her head back and laughed at her boyfriend’s antics and he flashed her a goofy smile.

The french horn solo started playing and Miles picked up the pace just a little bit, surprising Kali. He picked her up and spun around in a circle, then placed her back down to dip her once more as the song ended.

“Impressive Morales.”

Kali said with a smile.

“Well I try.”