#I don’t drink a lot of soda so this is like my one little special soda a week

[floral-hex]

Don’t worry, everypony, I finished a job application and got to my therapy appointment early enough to get a little treat.

#it’s a coke #I don’t drink a lot of soda so this is like my one little special soda a week #i mainly just drink a buttload of water and a cup or two of coffee a day #I’m boring #but boring is nice #which is… uhhh kinda why I’m in therapy so I can be less boring in a sense #but whatever #I love you #ok kisses bye forever #you can ignore this #text

[strawberriescherrieskiwi]

My Girl

Anon request:

could you possibly write a Timothée smut about him getting all jealous of another guy flirting with the reader while they’re out and he takes her to the bar bathroom to show her how much he wants her ??

Author notes: I changed this slightly. Sorry it’s taken so long. I wrote this with writer/bunny reader and Timmy.

Wordcount: 2.2K+

Warning: Smut, fluffy, unedited.

“Vodka soda? God that is just awful, beyond awful, pick something else,” You laughed shouting over the loud bass of the music in the club.  You didn’t often go out to clubs and bars, but tonight was a special occasion, you won AITO’s travel writer of the year award and had to celebrate with all your closest friends.

“ What have you been drinking then, little miss judgy?” Pauline laughed as you roasted her drink choice. Your dress was sticking to you and your high ponytail had already dropped, but you couldn’t care less.  “A vodka fizz of course,” you said playfully rolling your eyes at her.

A hand snaked around your waist and Timmy laughed, pressing his lips to your ear causing a shiver to go down your spine. 

“Bunny, those are the same thing,” he said, causing the whole table burst out laughing.

Your eyes widened as you looked at him and then at the table feeling your face heat up .“What? Why has no one told me that?” 

“Oh honey, we thought you knew,” one of your friends said between fits of laughter.

“I feel like my whole life is a lie,” you whined burying your face into Timothee’s chest. Pinching his side as his body shook under you as he laughed. “Worse boyfriend, don’t make fun of me,” you said grabbing your glass and finishing off your vodka fizz soda. 

“And you call me dramatic,” he teased, kissing your forehead trying to move out of the way of your pinching, but not taking his arms from around you.

“Well, I guess I am going to be ordering vodka sodas from now on,”  you shrugged, hopping off of your barstool, and shoving your boyfriend off of you. “You, I am not getting a drink for since you laughed harder than anyone else. Timmy gasped reaching for you as you side-stepped him moving towards the bar.

“But you love me,” he said, slapping your ass as you moved away from him. You stuck your tongue out at him as you walked to the bar. You could hear Timmy laughing at you but you ignored him as you took a seat at the bar waiting for the bartender to be available.

After ordering your drinks you glanced around the club at everyone. Your table was in fits of laughs over something and you couldn’t help but smile. You liked coming out and being with your friends even if they teased you. You caught Timmy’s eyes a moment later and he grinned suggestively at you, but you playfully rolled your eyes turning back around.

“Hey, are you Y/n Y/ln?” Someone asked from your left. Turning you saw a man about your age or maybe a little younger grinning widely at you.

“Do I know you?” You asked cocking your head to the side. You were positive you had never seen this man before. It was possible he was a fan of Timmy, but rarely did they come up to speak to you.

He blushed. “Oh, we don’t know each other, I’m just a big fan of your work. I’ve read all your articles and I’ve recently applied for an  internship at your company through my school.”

Ah, so he was younger than you. While you had written for a lot of magazines and your work had been getting more notice recently, you still haven’t met many people that were fans of your work. 

You couldn’t help but flush at his words. “Thank you, truly I’m glad to know people besides my nana is reading my things. I started with an internship when I was in college as well,” you smiled politely.

His blush deepened and he moved closer to you as you spoke. “You are so incredibly talented, sweet, and beautiful. You are the whole package, Y/n,” he said. “Can I buy you a drink or go for a cup of coffee one day, to pick your brain?” He asked hopefully.

“Oh, that would be great, getting coffee, not tonight. I’m actually here with my friends and my boyfriend,” you didn’t want to assume he was flirting with you, but just encase he was, you wanted him to know you were taken.

“A boyfriend? And he let you come get drinks all by your lonesome? Doesn’t seem like a good boyfriend if you ask me, What sort of man leaves his woman to get drinks” he said smirking.

You held in an eye roll. Well, there goes having a nice conversation with him. You thought about pouring a drink on him, but they cost too much to waste on some asshole. 

“Well, this is disappointing,” you sighed. Fan or not, you were not in the mood to be hit on by some college guy.

“Yeah it is disappointing to have a crappy boyfriend,” he said his fingers moving to your shoulder. The bartender put your drinks on the bar, and you were quick to get to your feet, laughing loudly at him.

 “I meant you. Not my boyfriend and really putting your hand on your shoulder. Your hands are cold and clammy. I want to throw up. And second fuck you for trying to shit on my boyfriend as if I am just dying to sleep with a college student, gross. Also, what sort of man? One that respects a person and knows I am capable of ordering my own drink.”

His face turned red, but this time in anger. He reached out to grab your arm, but Timmy was there grabbing his hand and tossing it away. “I’m pretty sure she was telling you to go fuck yourself, and I suggest you do. I tried to flirt with her earlier and she kicked me in the balls,” he spoke casually, leaning against the bar, but you can see the anger simmering below the surface. You hadn’t even noticed he had come over.

“Thanks man, bitches are crazy right?” The guy said laughing, holding his hand out for a high-five from Timmy.

Gasping you pushed the drinks into Timmy’s hand before punching the kid in his face and walking away back to your table. You walked quickly so he didn’t see how much your hand was hurting from that punch. 

“Holy shit, did you just punch that asshole?” Pauline asked when you were close enough taking your hand in hers to inspect it.

“Yes, he called me a bitch and he talking shit about my boyfriend. I had to hit him, goodness I can’t believe I did that. It was cheaper than throwing our drinks,” you laughed.

“That was amazing, he deserved it,” One of your friends said moving to look at your hand.

“I’m fine, guys. I’ve never punched someone, it did hurt a bit.” You said pulling your hand away from them, cradling it to your chest as Timmy rejoined your table.

He placed the drinks on the table before taking your hand and inspecting it as well. You didn’t relay the message of you being okay, knowing he needed to see for himself. Timmy was silent as he looked at your hand. He was breathing heavily but nodded to himself when he concluded that you were fine. He kissed your knuckles before taking your other hand and pulling you away from the table.

“We will be back, I guess?” You said over your shoulder as he pulled you into the bathroom locking the door behind you. Dropping your hand, he went to the sink, gripping the sides so hard his knuckles turned white. 

“Are you alright, Timmy?” You asked as you made sure there was no one else in the bathroom.  Timmy didn’t say anything as he turned on the sink, tossing water on his face, causing you to scoff.

“Are you upset with me? Over that asshole. Timmy, there is no reason to be jealous over that child,” You said crossing your arms, now annoyed with him.

Timmy's head snapped up at your words, connecting with yours in the mirror. “What?”

“Are you jealous?”

He turned moving quickly to cross the space between the two of you, pressing you against the wall. “Jealous? Do I have a reason to be jealous? No. Maybe I was a bit jealous when I saw you grinning at him and then I was jealous you hit him before I could, but more than anything I’m so fucking turned on by you. Standing up for yourself and punching that guy. Fucking hell you are so fucking badass,” he said pressing your bodies closer together, making sure you could feel how much he wanted you.

You smirked wrapping your arms around his neck, hooking one of your legs on his waist. “Yeah? Got turned on by me fighting. I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing,”

“I’m not, it’s just you.” He said letting his hand sneak under your dress, pushing your panties aside and thrusting two fingers into you.

You gasped, pressing your lips together. “A bar bathroom, so romantic,” you teased, as Timmy pressed you harder against the wall, gripping your other leg, wrapping it around his waist.

“Now is not the time for teasing, bunny,” he growled, curling his fingers, and thrusting deeper into you.

“It is always time to tease you, Timmy. It’s how our relationship works,” you said through moans.

“You’re so annoying sometimes,” he said affectionately, pulling his cock out of his pants, and stroking himself. You whined, wishing he was inside of you already. Needing him so badly to claim you as his own.

“Yeah and so are you.” Your words had barely left your mouth before Timmy was burning his cock into you. In one push and you were filled with his whole length. He was in no mood for teasing, knowing you only had so much time before someone else came into the room.

You tightened your legs around his waist, pulling his cock even deeper inside of you. His chest pressed against yours and his lips connected to your collarbone as he gripped your hips, slowly pulling his cock out of you inch by inch. His tip was kissed by your lips then he plunged back into you quickly.

“Fuck, Timmy,” you moaned, your head falling back against the wall. His teeth sunk into your skin as he frantically pumped his cock in and out of you. His moans were muffled by your neck, but yours were loud as you begged him for more.

“You want more, bunny? Fuck, you know I can’t deny you anything.” Both his hands left your hips, one moved to grab your neck and the other moved between your bodies, his thumb pressing and rubbing gentle circles around your clit.

The sharp contrast between his hard thrust and loving fingers had you tightening around his cock. Your legs trembled and your moans grew breathier the longer he had his way with you.

“My badass, bunny. Fucking hell, I’m so lucky, get you all to myself. So perfect, love you so much,” he panted as kissed up your neck until he got to your lips. 

Kissing him back, you forced your tongue into his mouth. Timmy’s hand squeezed around your neck as his hips rutted deeper. His cock throbbed and you knew he was close. Your hands gripped the back of his neck, pulling at the ends of his hair.

Your muscle tightened and your back arched off the wall as your orgasm hit you. Timmy’s pace grew sloppier and your body trembled against his. You pushed your hips against him as he fucked you through your release.

“Please, please Timmy cum inside of me, want to be dripping with you. Let everyone in the club know your mine and I’m yours,” you purred into his mouth.

He whined, biting your lip as he thrust into you one last time, pressing as deep as he could into you, emptying himself inside of you. You moaned feeling his hot cum fill you. Peppering kissing along his neck, you wrapped your arms around him, as his wrapped around your waist.

The bathroom was hot and humid as you two held each other as you came down from your orgasms. Both of you panted into each other shoulders, occasionally, one of you would snap your hips against the other causing you both to whine.

An aggressive knock broke the spell that you both were under and Timmy pulled his face from your neck. You pecked his lips once, twice, and then a third time as he grinned lovingly at you.

“I love you,” you cooed softly, caressing his face.

“I love you,” he replied, slowly pulling out of you. 

You whimpered, already missing the feeling of him inside of you. Timmy chuckled, kissing your chin as he helped you to the ground, holding your waist as your legs wobbled a bit.

“Do you want to drink more, or ready to go home?” He asked as you both fixed your clothes, ignoring the shouts and knocks.

“Home,” You replied.

“Okay, I’ll get the car if you want to let everyone know,” he said taking your hand in his, pulling him flush against his body. 

“And when we get home, be ready for round two.” Timmy kissed your hand and smacked your ass, opening the door, walking past all the angry people as if they weren’t there.

You laughed, shaking your head, following after him.

#timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet imagines #timothee chalamet x reader #timmy x reader #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet smut

[mylevisdontfitanymore]

Okay bestie hear me out ….. I’m literally a genius btw okay so I been thinking and like hear me out (this is a long one I’m so sorry I’m in dumb horny himbo mode rn)

Steve rogers landed a brand deal with Coke with special edition red white and blue cans with a picture of him on the front each label with 4 or 5 different versions of the same label just him in different poses. After the events of endgame when getting his affairs in order so he can properly retire the title of captain America and give it to Sam , his brand deal is something that needs to be taken care of. New contracts are signed and old ones are reviewed and with little difficulty he’s able to prematurely end his contract. The problem is there’s a warehouse filled with Steve’s captain America branded coke products. And as efforts not to waste any when liquidating Steve gets sent a pretty large portion of the overstock, As in a giant pallet shows up and his and Bucky’s front door each month for like 6 months filled with glass bottles, plastic bottles , cans , etc.. The problem is as a result of not having sweets for a pretty damn long time Bucky is addicted to sugar so when Steve comes home from one of his last few trips to tie up loose ends making his retirement official. And sees Bucky in their bedroom through the crack of the door soda cans flooding both nightstands and in the center of the bed is Bucky swollen mumbling to himself he’s gonna pop while still drinking more soda pitching a tent while doing so and …. Anyways I’m sure you could probably take that and run with it and write much better than I could but I’m just a whore for soda bloated Bucky and Steve being sensitive to words like pop, burst , explode (obv not in a literal sense just more as vocal additives)

I CAN HEAR YOU LOUD AND CLEAR.

JESUS CHRIST.

This. I love this. This hits so many spots. Just, yes.

It starts basically as soon as Bucky is back in the future and is at least a little bit of himself - it being the incessant munching on candy. Bucky had a sweet tooth back in the day, too, but of all the things HYDRA did to him, they also must’ve done something to mess with his taste buds because his sweet tooth is unsatiable now. He preferred sweets before, but now he’s obsessed with sweets. Candy. Ice cream. Soda pop. Pastries. Even sweet dishes of real, not fake snacks or desserts, like orange chicken or teriyaki flavored… anything, really.

If it’s sweet, he’ll eat it.

It’s a conversation Steve and Bucky have had too many times where Steve watches Bucky snack on sugar after dinner before bed until his own stomach is turning; he doesn’t understand how Bucky can deal with that much sweetness-

"You're gonna rot your teeth, Buck," Steve tells him.

The light of the TV flickers over Bucky’s (admittedly softer, softer than he was in Romania) frame. He’s clothed in his pajamas, nice and relaxed. "Nn, 'm not!" Bucky says around a mouthful of sticky toffy, "'m'uh supersoldier-" he mumbles as if Steve could forget "-my teeth can't rot!"

“I don’t know… you might be pushing it, Buck,” Steve says, giving him shit because it’s their nature. Not because he really means it. He doesn’t actually want Bucky to stop eating sweets. Bucky deserves to have whatever the hell he wants. Steve is more than weak for his boyfriend. Still. It’s a lot.

And still… he might rot his teeth. You never know. Stranger things have happened in their lives.

Bucky just shrugs and moves his metal arm from where it was laying across his soft middle to pick at the toffy now stuck between his teeth.

Steve sighs, pretending to be put out.

Warning for stucky belly kink, obviously. Also, including bloating, dirty talk about popping/bursting without it actually happening, etc.

That’s as far as that conversation ever gets with Steve teasing Bucky for his sugar addiction, though. Nothing much comes of it until… the closer Steve gets to really, actually being retired the more and more Bucky is having sweets (and the softer he’s getting (which Steve doesn’t mind, not at all)). Now it’s the same amount of candy plus more of the fucking soda that Steve wishes he never let Tony talk him into. The money goes to good causes, Steve’s seen the contracts with his own eyes, but it never gets easier to see himself in full uniform across the side of a Coke can. A propaganda pawn. Again. At least it’s for a good cause this time. Charity money.

Although, as he moves over toward total retirement, Coke is trying to get rid of the outdated cans. Steve is sure customers wouldn’t mind having the “old” Cap on their bottles for a little longer, but still, he’ll take it. Whatever he can do to help the world welcome Sam. It’s a good thing. He isn’t Cap anymore. Sam is. And you know what…

Steve should convince Sam to do it.

That’d be funny.

Steve shakes his head, pulling himself out of the idea of pranking Sam to spot the latest pallet of soda they’ve been delivered out of the corner of his eye. He doesn’t turn to look at it. He wants to go inside. He does not want to inspect the pallet to see how much soda pop they have left still. More than they’ll ever drink. Correction. Way more than Steve will ever drink because Bucky is a whole different beast. Bucky’s sweet tooth is a whole different beast.

Steve walks through the front door without looking back.

“Buck?” Steve calls into their seemingly empty home. It’s early evening. Bucky surely hasn’t gone to bed yet. Could he have? Steve walks farther into their dim house, through the extry way, and into the living room. He stops in his tracks.

Huh.

There’s a good amount of those stupid Captain America Coke cans and bottles littering the coffee table. And by a good amount, Steve means there’s enough of them to cover the whole surface. The whole coffee table. Some of them are standing upright in neat rows and others have clearly fallen over, causing chaos in the same way dominos do. The coffee table is a sea of soda containers. Plus, there are even more bottles and cans lying empty and abandoned on the floor. And there are even more bottles and cans on the couch. Some of the bottles are glass and some are plastic; some are individual bottles and a few are 2-liter sharing-sized bottles. There are aluminum cans everywhere, too.

All of the containers are empty. Together, they would have - when full - held more than enough pop for anyone, no matter the side of the person’s sweet tooth.

Steve raises an eyebrow. It’s a lot.

He steps forward a little and ends up kicking a can. It crashes into more cans and bottles a few inches away.

Jesus.

It’s. a. lot. of. soda.

The amount of which only cumulatively grows as Steve follows the trail of glass bottles and plastic bottles and aluminum cans. They lead out from the living room toward the bedroom like a strange, gluttonous trail of rose petals.

With every new can or bottle or whatever fucking container, Steve’s heart races faster in his chest, and his imagination does another and another backflip. What is going to be waiting for him at the end of this trail? He almost can’t imagine it. There’s too much to imagine. Too much soda.

Before Steve even walks through the crack between the bedroom door and the doorframe, he knows Bucky is inside. He doesn’t see him - he hears him. From within the bedroom, Bucky releases a loud, deep burp that ends in a moan. The moan is so pleased and satisfied sounding with just the hint of too-much, too-good agony that Steve feels himself chub up in his pants. He knows that sound. He’s heard it plenty; he’s caused it plenty. Heat rises to his cheeks.

Before he slips through the crack in the door, Steve pauses to really imagine what Bucky will look like. Looking at the discarded bottles and cans all around his feet… it feels like there’s enough soda gone missing to fill a bathtub or more. Maybe even a bathtub and a few kiddie pools. Steve knows Bucky’s body well. Soft and plush. His fingers twitch just thinking about touching his padded frame. Luscious with sweet fat. The serum has done its best to keep him from getting stretch marks, but a few have slipped through… on his chubby belly and hips. The image of what Bucky’s body might look like after having so much soda poured into it… it’s too much for Steve. Heat hits him over the back of the head. What is waiting for him? What does he look like? How many more empty bottles are littering their bedroom?

Fuck.

Steve’s dick twitches.

How many more full bottles are in their bedroom?

Steve trembles in place when the sounds of Bucky’s gulping finally filters back into his ears. Getting past the thundering arousal in his head.

Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Uurp. Ah!

The sound of his chugging and ending belch and satisfied gasp assaults Steve. Jesus.

It gets better, though.

Impossibly, it gets better.

Steve’s still standing outside their bedroom when Bucky must finish his latest bottle, tossing it aside only for it to knock into other bottles and cans, tumbling against each other with that all too recognizable sound of empty plastic and aluminum colliding.

Steve can’t stand it.

He barges into the room as fast as he can.

And there he is.

There he is.

Bucky is lying back in a careless, completely indulgent fashion. He’s reclined against a pile of pillows, with pure pleasure written across his face - his expression is dopey enough that it looks like he’s been chugging beers rather than sodas. Like he’s managed to get himself drunk. He probably is drunk, Steve realizes, all that sugar making him go out of his mind. Bucky doesn’t react to Steve at first. He just keeps lying there. His eyes are so heavily lidded that they are barely, barely open at all. He’s not paying enough attention to see what’s in front of him. All he cares about is touching himself and grabbing another. His flesh and blood hand is rubbing his impossibly round gut. It sticks out in front of him like a cartoon. It doesn’t look real. It’s so round. It’s a fucking done. The few stretch marks on his sides are stretched taut and they look angry with how red they are. He looks like he might pop if he isn’t careful - Steve whimpers at his own thought. Bucky doesn’t pay him any mind. He keeps rubbing himself, letting out all these sounds. Sighs. Moans. More burps. And over it all, those sounds of pleasure, Steve swears he can hear the sound of all that pop fizzing inside him from the other side of the room. All that carbonation must be so bubbly and sloshy inside him - if he’s even got any of it left inside of him, when Bucky burps again Steve considers how long he’s been at this and how much he’s clearly making room for more… it’s probably all gone flat in there. That huge gut. How else would he have fit so much inside him?

Steve shivers.

Meanwhile, Bucky’s other hand is not rubbing his gut (even though it looks like he could use another hand), his metal hand is blindly feeling around for more.

More soda.

He finds more. This bottle is a 2-liter. He cracks it open and starts chugging like it’s nothing, like he’s still thirsty, and Steve moans in tandem with him. Bucky’s moan is muffled by the flow of soda going down his throat. So it’s mostly Steve’s sound in the quiet room. His moan gets Bucky’s attention. He can tell from the way he blossoms - he knows he’s being watched now and he’s putting on a fucking show. Always a slut for showing off. He doesn’t just keep rubbing his swelling gut, he caresses it now. Plus, he squirms a little, trying to arch his back and spread his legs, but it doesn’t do anything for him - his belly is so heavy that his back is already as arched as it can be, pulled forward by the weight. And his legs can’t get any farther apart, they were already making all the room possible for his swollen gut. His body is already doing everything it can to make sure Bucky can get more inside him.

More. More. More.

Steve is pulled like a magnet to Bucky. He makes it through the litter around their bed and crawls up onto the mattress. Before he’s even touching Bucky, he can feel the heat coming off of him. His poor skin is so red. He’s so sweaty. He’s so full. He’s trembling and clearly can’t stop it. It’s pushed his limits. He’s really fucking pushed his limits. And he’s still pushing. Still gulping. Still swelling. Fucking Christ. It makes Steve so hard. The gluttony. The need he has to get everything he can. Pure greed.

It’s impossibly fucking hot.

And it just gets hotter when Bucky is done.

His moan is almost a wail when he finally, finally is done, and he drops the bottle. He must be so full. He looks so full. Overfull. His lips are wet with drool and some overflowed pop, dripping down his fat chin. His pink, pink tongue laps at the mess, trying to clean himself up a little as he pants heavily. It doesn’t work. He’s still a mess. He can’t catch his breath. Steve can hear it. He can hear the way his body is fighting to keep all of that sweet, sugary liquid inside him, sloshing and bubbling and gurgling, and he can hear how much Bucky’s lung capacity has been reduced. His gut is taking up all the space in his body and stretching his body even bigger. So. full.

“‘M gonna-” Bucky heaves in a breath between his whimpered words, sweating “-pop.”

Steve’s hands shake violently where they hover over the bright red, hot skin of his globe-shaped gut. Steve wants to touch him more than anything. But he can’t. He can’t. Bucky is too much.

Steve whimpers, too.

“I…” Bucky struggles, rocking just a little bit from side to side, his heavy, full body wobbling. God. He looks massive. Like he’s trying to turn himself into a sphere and has gotten impressively close. “I really…” he whines, “ohhh, I really think ‘m gonna burst,” Bucky forces out, barely able to breathe, let alone talk. He’s so full. He moans. “F-full. Shit. I’m s’full.”

“Weren’t you full like a fucking hour ago?” Steve’s mouth is dry, staring at him. Vibrating in place.

He can’t take this.

He lays a hand on that gut.

Then, immediately follows the first with his second hand.

It-

It feels like heaven.

Steve can feel Bucky’s poor, poor, stretched abs trying to keep his body together. Twitching. He can feel the soda pop too - fizzing inside him. He’s feverish and glistening with sweat.

He’s overworked.

“Oh, oh, ohh,” Bucky moans with every exhale. His gut sloshes with heavy breaths. Steve can hear and feel it. Bucky’s eyes have rolled to the back of his head. His hands are over the top of Steve’s now, making sure his hands stay pressed to his gut. He can hardly keep himself together, so he needs Steve’s help. “Steeeve,” he whines.

“What-what do you want me to do? I-” Steve pauses, dizzy, “I didn’t inflate you with soda.” Just at the word ‘soda’ Bucky lets go of an agonized but hungry moan. Steve’s dick twitches. “You did, Buck,” Steve insists, pressing just a tiny bit on Bucky’s belly, impossibly tight but still liquid, sloshing around in him.

“Uunnngh,” Bucky makes a needy sound, out of breath.

“You, God, you got yourself so fucking full-”

“Uh-huh,” Bucky moans.

“-That you’re about to…” he can’t say it. There’s something about it. Something about how greedy Bucky has to be to drink so much that he thinks it’s about to be over for him, that Steve can’t give voice to. It turns him on too much to say. God, he’s so hard. He can't think. There are so many other things he can say… swollen. Full. Bloated. Fat. Heavy. Round. Big. Fucking insanely massive… but he can’t. Not that.

It’s a good thing Bucky has no such reservations.

“‘M gonna pop,” he cries out, “I’m, ‘m gonna burst, Stevie. I don’t- I don’t, oh, God, I dunno how I got it all in me. I just-” he whines, “I was just so thirsty. And it tastes so good. I can’t help myself around sugaaar! You shouldn’t’ve left me alone with it! What am I supposed to do but drink it!? Now ‘m gonna explode, oh, God, ohh, fuck ‘m gonna explode... s’ all your fault!”

Steve-

There’s no elegant way to say it.

Steve just comes in his pants. Entirely untouched.

Bucky can’t just say shit like that. That he’s gonna burst. He’s gonna pop. He’s gonna explode. He can’t control himself - he’s too gluttonous, too greedy - and now he’s gotten too big. Too big to handle. Too swollen. Unable to take the pressure inside. Unable to be so full.

So. full.

It’s too much for Steve, he shivers and shakes through his orgasm, whimpering, “you’re so big, s’ tight, gonna fuckin’ explode. You’re so big. You’re gonna pop. Burst. Gonna-” until he’s done.

#ask #mylevisdontfitanymore #belly kink #text #bloating #soda bloat #bucky barnes #steve rogers #stucky #chubby bucky

[fantasythetrashywriter]

i wanna do all the asks TwT

If i had to narrow down tho 1 8 10 26 and 31 i guess??

KEK AHAHAHAHAHA THAT’S GOOD!!! I’ll do all, cause I want to LOL

Hmmm…comfort character… I guess Mami, I relate to her the most I think. I mean, I hate being alone too…and she loved her parents so much and I love mine a lot too! And honestly, I’d hate myself a lot if I had the opportunity to save a loved one’s life but didn’t use it. I think I relate to Mami the most, and she’s also really sweet. 

Lighter. 

Uhhh no, I don’t! Don’t want anything to come in…

Ummm…the yeti I think? 

Dark brown, almost black! Nothing special about my eyes, honestly…

D-Do what? What did I do?

Scrunchies! I like scrunchies better, though hair-ties are also nice! 

I think like, six? 

Neither. I don’t like coffee, they taste bitter and weird, blech! Also my parents say I’m too young to drink it and I agree. 

Ehhhh…no? I don’t want to kill anyone? Slaughter is an especially bad word…

Writing and singing! I’m not too good at writing though I think I’m okay, and as for singing…not sure how good I am at it hehe… I really like both though!! And I would like to improve on both, especially on writing. 

A good day today! Not sure what that means though…

I think like, 2 hours ago? 

Yeah, I do! It smells like rain hehe… also it rains a lot in my hometown, so that scent smells like home! Too bad it doesn’t rain much here…

Pffffttt, no! I’m way too young to have children! 

No, I’m too young! 😅 I would like to know how to drive though, but my concern is destroying my car… 

Umm…neither!

I use Dove shampoo, presently! 

If you want! But yeah, I would! Painting nails sounds fun hehe…

Soda? Pop sounds nice too! 

I guess my stuff toy, Tundra! There’s also this necklace I have. Also my stuff toy dog, Lucy, she’s been there since before I was born. Oh and a snow globe! 

I’m that shy, energetic girl who likes to make friends and avoid conflict. Personality type is ENFP, if anyone’s wondering…

I like it! When it’s too cold though that may not be fun. I got a little sick last time. But generally I like chilly weather! Especially after a rain. 

Whatever you want to be doing! Though for me it would be watching the city below (my rooftop’s high up) or just staring at the sky! Or maybe chatting if that’s fine with you! 

I do use a lotion, but I forgot its name… -_-

Rebellion’s boat scene. God I loved that scene. I’m fairly certain I replayed MANY scenes from both that movie and the series.

I think 10 hours? 

Yeah, I do! Until COVID is officially over heh. It’s for protection! 

Depends on the weather, honestly! If it’s hot then I want cold or cool water, if it’s cold then I want hot water! 

Nope!

Hmmm…I guess songs by LANY. They have great music! 

Ehehehe, nope! I don’t mind my towels LOL

Last adventure? I guess the last time I went to Bahrain. I’m traveling now though, so does this one count? 

Better When I’m Dancin by Meghan Trainor. I think I memorized a few other songs too but I forgot which ones… -_-

Arabian Standard Time.

None, so far! I just joined November 2023. 

Umm…no. I must’ve known that person since I was a toddler LOL But seriously, no. I don’t have a longtime friend aside from my family members… (yeah, no real life friends who aren’t my family)

Yeah, Likas papaya! It smells nice! 

I used to, but now no. I don’t use makeup much! (Only on very special occasions and I don’t like it much)

Yup! I had banana. 

Ick, again, I don’t like coffee at all. It’s blech. 

Safari for many of my stuff, Google Classroom for my online classes, and Reddit when I’m chatting with two of my online friends! 

It’s okay. I like spicy Cheetos and some kimchi sauce. Not too much though, I don’t think I can tolerate spicy stuff too much

No one! I don’t want to kill anyone! Wait does fictional characters count? If so then I would kill that OC from the second chapter of the fanfic, “Tiho Mi Pazi”. Fremde, my GOD, why’d you make such a terrible character (it was on purpose, I know but I HATE her)? No worries, many people want to kill her too…

Yup.

I think The Christmas Chronicles! That was a fun one. Or Jingle Jangle, I loved that one too! Or Klaus. I loved those all!! 

Me telling my online friend that my classes would resume on April 1 with a side message from me wondering if Toby Fox would pull a joke on us again. 

I have never tried or drank alcohol, I’m WAY too young. 

Never tried but NOPE. I’m fairly certain I’d suck at it. 

Of course!! That would be so delightful! And I don’t mind, I’d encourage it even! 

This was a lot, but I enjoyed answering everything!!! Thanks so much for the ask!! Again, you can ask anything you’re curious about…

Thank you so much for the ask again!!!

#ASKS!!💌 #Fantasy talks #This was so fun to answer thank you so much

[seanfalco]

A Date for Valentine’s Day

an oc x oc collaboration between @seanfalco​​ & @super-unpredictable98​​​​

Word Count: 3.9k Tags/Warnings: Lots of cuteness, but also some wlw smut. Featuring: Sean & Blossom and their daughter, Simone, as well as the Quad’s twins, Charlie & Ellery.

Happy Valentine’s Day, here’s a (mostly) wholesome Timeline Anomaly chapter.

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"Daddy!  Dada!  I had an idea!" Ellery skipped into the kitchen where the boys were eating cereal. "D'you wanna be my Valentines?  We can go on a date!  Also, can I get some cereal too?" 

"Aww sweetie, I'd love that, but what about Mummy and Mama?" Nate asked, looking at his twin before offering her a spoonful from his bowl. 

"Maybe Mummy'd like t'be my Valentine," Win said, sipping at her cup of coffee, her eyes flicking across the kitchen to where Lydia stood.

"Oh?  Just like we did that one time?  Our first date... I still like Revels better than roses, you can pick me up at seven," Lydia smiled.   "After we're back, we can have some special cuddles with the boys." 

"Huh, coulda swore it was Maltesers..." Win mused before grinning. "It's a date," she said, winking at her wife. 

"Alright then, Princess, guess we have a date then," Nate fed his daughter some more cereal. "Where d'you wanna go?" 

"I wanna get pizza and soda, then eat it on the Community Centre rooftop!" Ellery clapped.  She had seen endless pictures and videos of her parents there and she always wanted to go as well.

"Y'better have enough energy for us when y'get home," Nats whispered to his wives before answering Ellery. "We can do that, Princess." 

"What about me?  I don't have a Valentine!" Charlie cried, pouting sullenly.

"Oh yeah... I guess you're right, maybe I am getting old," Lydia mused with a frown, but the smile came back to her face soon after.  "You know, Simon and Lisha are out of town and Darren is staying with my parents. Pretty sure I could get a key to th’Centre. And yes, we'll have plenty of energy left." 

"Perfect," Win purred, brushing a featherlight kiss to Lydia's neck before returning to her coffee. 

"Yay!" Ellery cheered before noticing her brother's face. "Hey, Charlie, why don't y'ask Simmi? I bet she'd love t'be your valentine!"

"Okay..." Charlie muttered, jumping down from his chair and marching to the phone. 

"Hey, what're yeh doin', sport?" Nats asked. 

"I'm calling Simmi right now," he huffed, dialing his aunt and uncle's number.

"Do you think Charlie will be okay? If he can't get a valentine, maybe we can do it..." Lydia murmured, watching him with worry; she knew how sensitive he was. 

"He'll be fine, he's a little charmer, course he'll find a date!" Nate gave the bowl to Ellery so she could drink the leftover milk. "He gets it from his dads." 

"Hello," Blossom picked up the phone and smiled. "Hey Cha-Charlie! How are you doing, little man?"

"Hi Auntie Blossom, can I speak to Simmi, please?" he asked, still wearing a slight pout.

"Yeah, let me put you on speaker... Moony!  Charlie’s on the phone!" Blossom called. 

Simone came running to the living room and sat down next to her mum on the couch. "Hi, Charlie!"

"Hi Simmi, will you be my Valentine?  Mama and Mummy are valentines and Elly is going to be Dada and Daddy's valentine," he explained in a bit of a mumble.

"Oh... I would, but I asked my daddy to be my valentine.  We're going on a dinner and movie date," Simone explained, a little bit scared to hurt her cousin's feelings.  "I'm sorry."

"Oh..." Charlie said, looking down at his feet, struggling to keep from tearing up. "Okay. Thanks anyway, Simmi," he muttered, getting ready to hang up dejectedly.

"Hey, Charlie," Blossom called before he could hang up. "I’m free tomorrow and I know it's a very long shot, I bet you have loads of girls hoping to go on a date with you, but... would you be my Valentine?"

"Really?" he asked, perking up, quickly rubbing at his eyes with a sniffle.  "I'd love to, Auntie!" he cried.

"Oh my God, I'm so lucky!  I can't wait to tell everyone, they'll be so jealous," Blossom grinned, winking at her husband who was watching from the other side of the room.  "What are we doing for our date?"

"Uhm... what would you like to do, Aunt Blossom?" he asked, unsure what to do.

"We can go out for a movie and dinner date as well, you can pick the movie and I'll pick the restaurant?" Blossom suggested.  "Unless you'd like me to cook instead."

"Okay!" Charlie exclaimed.  "I wanna see Tangled again! The theatre's showin' a bunch of old movies," he decided.  "And I want your cooking!  It's just as good as Mummy's, but don't tell her that," he said in a hushed voice.

"Sounds lovely, I'll make that lasagna you like," Blossom chuckled.  Sometimes she wanted to squeeze Charlie and bite his little cheeks, he was so adorable. "I won't tell your mum, it's our secret."

"Thanks Auntie, I love you," he said before saying goodbye and hanging up the phone. 

"Sounds like someone's found a date for Valentine's day," Nats teased, picking Charlie up and giving him a squeeze. 

"Yeah! Aunt Blossom is gunna go with me!"

"You’re amazin', of course she wants t'go with you," Ellery said with a nod. 

"I knew little Romeo would find a date..." Nate smirked. "And a great one too! One time we were Auntie B's dates for a school dance, we had so much fun."

Charlie grinned widely. “I’m excited! She’s gunna cook for me too!”

"Lucky!" Nate exclaimed. "That sounds like fun! But no drinkin', huh? You're half Irish, but you're too young for that," he teased, tickling his belly.

Charlie squealed and squirmed, trying to escape his dad’s fingers. “No! Dada, you’re silly!” he cried.

"I am deeply hurt by that accusation," Nate joked, taking Elly in his arms. "Silly... I've never been silly in my life!" he cried dramatically, a grin on his face.

"Oh yeah?  And the sky is green," Lydia snorted as she came from the bedroom dressed for work. "I'm glad you have a date, baby, any person is lucky to go out with you or your sister."

“I hope you and Mama have fun,” Charlie said, reaching for her to give her a kiss on her cheek.

"Thank you sweetie," Lydia returned the kiss on his forehead. "I hope you have the best time."

By the time Valentine’s day rolled around, everyone was getting ready for the prospective evenings. “Do you think this is a good outfit t’wear, Daddy?” Charlie asked, coming out of his bedroom.

"I think y'look proper sharp!" Nate fixed his son's collar. "So handsome!" 

"You look like a little prince!" Lydia said, sticking her head out of the room while helping Ellery get into her dress, red with black hearts all over.

“Everyone looks so good,” Win said, wearing the same outfit she’d worn on her and Lydia’s first official date all those years ago.

"Especially you," Lydia whispered in her ear, she was also wearing the same dress and even the same colour lipstick. "I have something for you, I made it myself with Charlie's help." She reached into her purse and pulled out a necklace with a silver guitar pick that read I still pick you every time.

“Aw babe!” Win gasped, her chest tightening with affection. “Here, help me put it on,” she said, turning around and holding her hair off the back of her neck.

"I'll always pick you, honeypie," Lydia said as she put the necklace on and placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder.  

"Looooook, mummy and mama are smooching!" Ellery teased. "They loooooove each other." 

"Yeah, silly, we love each other," Lyddie laughed.

“Why would we get married if we didn’t love each other?” Win teased back, pinching Ellery’s cheek.

"Yeah, I know, I'm just teasin'..." Ellery took their fathers' hands. "Do I look pretty?" 

"The prettiest little girl in the world," Nate offered her a rose he conjured.

“Y’look gorgeous, m’love,” Nats added, offering her a rose of his own. 

"Thank you," Ellery brought the roses close to her chest. "You two look very handsome too." 

A knock at the door caught Win’s attention and she went to open it, finding Blossom waiting outside. “Hey there, you look lovely!” she greeted, embracing her before Charlie came running. 

“Auntie! This is for you!” he exclaimed, conjuring a bird of paradise for her.

"Thanks, you look amazin’ too.  Aww sweetie! That's beautiful, thank you," Blossom took the flower and bent over to kiss his little cheek. "You're such a gentleman! I hope you're ready for the best date ever!" 

"You guys look all set up, I think it's time we go," Lydia locked arms with her wife. "Have a great night everyone, we love you so much."

“See y’later,” Nats called with a wink, waving to them as they headed out. 

“I’m ready!” Charlie exclaimed.

"Then let's go, the movie should be starting soon, but we'll make it," Blossom took Charlie's hand. "I love your outfit, by the way, you look really nice."

"Okay, let's get our pizza for our special picnic," Ellery brought a vase from the other side of the room using a forcefield to put the flowers in. 

“Sounds good,” Nats said, slipping his coat on. “You have fun with Blossom, okay little man?” he said to his son as they all herded out the door.

"Here, let's keep you warm, little lady," Nate grabbed Ellie's coat before his own. "Let's go, ma'am." 

The restaurant where they usually ordered was about halfway between the Bellamy house and the Centre, so they didn't have to stray too far from their path to grab their dinner. "Is it true that you used to live here?" Ellery asked when they finally reached their destination.

“Yeah, but not for long,” Nats said, pushing open the door and holding it open for her and his twin. “Your mama lived here for a bit too,” he added.

"I'd be scared t'live here, it must be scary at night," Elly murmured, looking around.  The lights were on, but she could not imagine sleeping there with the lights off. 

"It was pretty scary... but y'know how brave we are," Nate nudged her arm. "Eventually mummy just invited us to live with her, we used t'live at grandpa's flat until we had you and your brother."

“And now, th’ piece d’resistance!” Nats exclaimed, pushing open the metal door to the roof and gesturing outside. “Love that view, ey?”

"It's so beautiful!" Ellery breathed, amazed and overwhelmed, it was so much more exciting than she imagined. The little girl ran and with the help of her fields, she pushed a couple of armchairs closer together, facing each other and took a seat.

"You're really excited about this, huh?" Nats asked, sitting down at one of the armchairs. "If y'look over there, you can see Grandpa and Grandma's flat," he said pointing. "That's where we used t'live."

"I like it there, it's fun when Charlie and I spend the night," Ellery said as Nate pulled her into his lap. "I'm excited cause it's my first Valentine's day date!  When I have a boyfriend or two, for real life, I'll always remember this and if they're not as good as you, they're out!"

"Aww darlin'," Nats exclaimed. "As long as that's not for a long time."

"Not toooo long," Ellery laughed, taking the slice of pizza Nate offered. 

"Ten years minimum," he said, getting another one for himself.

"Oh no, more like thirty!" Nats laughed, taking a big bite of pizza.

"No way, I'm gonna be so old!" Ellie gasped. "How old were mummy and mama when they became your girlfriends?" 

"Thirty two and we were the first guys they ever dated," Nate said without even thinking.

"You know she's just gunna ask them when they get home," Nats muttered.

"Y'know women always lie about their age," Nate shrugged, handing Elly her bottle of soda. "And sometimes they also lie about how many guys they've dated..." 

"I know Mummy was twenty, and she dated six people before you," she murmured. "Don't worry, I only ever wanna date once and then get married."

"But y'wanna make sure they're th'right person. Marriage is serious business, y'don't wanna get married unless you're absolutely sure," Nats insisted.

"Hmmm... then I better start lookin' early, I wanna find 'em by the time I'm twenty," Ellery mused. 

"No rush, sweetie, we can be your valentines for as long as it takes," Nate kissed the top of her head.

“Thank you again, Auntie Blossom.  I was kinda worried no one wanted t’be my valentine,” Charlie murmured, holding her hand as they made their way to their seats in the dim theatre.

"Really? I could never imagine... a boy like you should have a line to choose from," Blossom pinched his cheek as they sat down. The theatre was pretty much empty, no one really wanted to watch a kid's film on Valentine's day; there were only a few couples sprinkled around the room. "You are adorable and so sweet, I don't think they meant to make you feel that way."

“I don’t think so… but it still kinda made me sad…” Charlie mumbled, sticking his hand in the large bowl of popcorn.

"I know," Blossom whispered, stroking his hair, brushing his curls. "One time your parents took me to the movies in New York when I was a kid. They were so busy smooching, they forgot I was there. Sometimes people are so excited about something, they get a little blind, but everyone loves you and I'm so lucky to have such an amazing Valentine."

“I love you, Aunt Blossom!” Charlie exclaimed, leaning against her arm and snuggling up to her as the previews started.

"I love you too, Cha-Charlie," Blossom grinned, her chest growing tight with affection. "Don’t forget to save some space for the lasagna later," she laughed, taking a handful of popcorn as well.

“Don’t worry, Mummy says I’m a bottomless pit,” Charlie said matter of factly.

"Just like your dads, I see..." Blossom teased, poking his cheek. "But you're a growing boy, they don't have an excuse."

Charlie giggled and quickly fell silent as the movie began, completely glued to the screen.

"Did you like the movie, Daddy?  I love it, I can't wait to watch it again with Mummy," Simone smiled, struggling for a second to cut her chicken parmesan, but not wanting to ask for help at a restaurant.

“It was good,” he answered, noticing her struggling. “But th’best part was gettin’ t’watch it with you,” he added, gently reaching out to take her knife. “Would y’like some help with that m’lady?”

"I'm a big girl... but if you want to help me..." her voice got gradually quieter as she gave him the knife and fork. "I don't want you to think I'm silly and can't do things."

“I’d never think that!” Sean exclaimed, cutting her food into bite sized pieces. “This is what gentlemen do for their dates,” he said with a wink.

"Oooh, then yeah, I'd love some help, mister," Simone giggled. "When you and Mum started dating, did you cut her food as well?"

"Oh yeah, sometimes I even feed her too," Sean chuckled, handing her fork and knife back.

"Can I have a bite of your pasta?" Simone asked, glad to know she didn't lose the big girl status. "I'll feed you a bite of my chicken."

"Course, sounds good," Sean replied, swirling some pasta on his fork for her and opening his mouth to accept her bite of chicken.

Simone opened her mouth and hummed once she tried the pasta, a smile spreading across her face. "It's really good! Going on dates is fun! It's like that day of the week I get you all to myself, but this time I can show off how cool you are!"

"You're such a sweetheart, darlin'. I love showin' off how amazin' you are too," he said, smiling softly.

"If I could have any daddy in the world, I'd still want you," Simone took his hand. "I love you so much!"

"I love you so much too! I couldn't ask for a better daughter," he said, kissing her little hand.

"Do you think the kids are okay?" Lydia asked as they danced.  Clubbing and getting drinks was what they had done the very first time they went out together, to make it special, they were doing the same thing. "Sorry, I shouldn't be talking about the kids. It's just there were no texts–maybe I need another drink."

"I'm sure they're fine," Win said, raising her hand to catch the bartender's attention. "Ellery's with her dads and Charlie's with B. If there was somethin' wrong, they'd let us know," she assured her, kissing her neck as they waited for their refills.

"Yeah, you're right, I'm just gonna relax and... Wow, it's our anniversary," Lydia suddenly realized, taking her drink. "It's our twenty sixth year together!  We've been together longer than I was alive when we got together. I love you so fucking much!"

"I can't believe it," Win exclaimed, grinning against Lydia's lips. "I never thought I'd be committed to anyone for so long," she mused.

“I knew I would, especially someone like you,” Lydia finished off her drink and wrapped her arms around Win’s neck.  “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.  So beautiful, I can’t even wait to take you somewhere more private.”

“Oh?” Win asked, her lips curling impishly. “And what would you wanna do t’me in private?” she asked, her voice low and husky in Lydia’s ear.

"I wanna kiss every inch of you, I wanna taste you and feel your body against mine," Lydia drawled. "That night we had sex for the first time I didn't know if I'd ever see you again, I wanna enjoy it, and this time I wanna hold you after and know you're mine."

“Aw, Lollipop,” Win cooed, running her fingers through her wife’s hair. “I’m always yours,” she purred, stepping closer to press against her.

"Forever isn't long enough to be with you," Lydia murmured before leaning closer for a kiss. "I want you so bad."

“Then let’s get outta here,” Win exclaimed, threading her fingers with Lydia’s and pulling her toward the door, weaving through bodies in the dark.

Lydia followed without thinking twice, they both knew where the night was gonna end (at least until they arrived back home and their needy husbands asked for the attention they so deserved). "I wish I could eat you out until you make a mess all over the place, but then we'd have to clean it..." she teased.

“You don’t wanna leave your brother’s flat a mess?” Win laughed. “It would be so naughty of you,” she drawled, already feeling arousal pool between her legs just at the thought.

"I can be naughty in other ways..." Lydia purred. "Unless you have any of the boys' power stored in there for easy clean up. I love to see your face when you can't take it anymore."

"I mean, I am pretty full up of their power," Win said. "I want yeh t'drive me crazy, baby," she exclaimed.

"You might regret saying that..." Lydia drawled, opening the door to the elevator.  As soon as it was closed, she had her wife pinned to the wall, kissing her fervently. "I won't stop until you beg me."

"Bring it on, babe," Win gasped, a moan slipping through her lips as Lydia's mouth moved over her.

Lydia threw Win over her shoulder as they entered the flat. It was quite different after Darren was born, but their special spot was still the same. "Now let's see how much my girl can take," she dropped her on the bed and quickly got out of her dress, showing she wasn't wearing any knickers, only a harness that framed her body.

"Oh fuck!" Win cried, pushing up to look at Lydia. "Holy shit, you're so hot," she breathed, completely stunned.

"I'm glad you think so... I think you're the hottest woman to ever exist," she helped Winnie out of her clothes, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites behind. "You still make me nervous, in the best way. You give me butterflies."

"You too," Win murmured. "You always make my heart race."

"Happy anniversary, Honeypie," Lydia crawled, kissing up her thighs until she reached the spot she wanted to kiss the most. "You're so wet already..." she blew softly before gently kissing her sex.

"You do that t'me," Win groaned, her muscles twitching at Lydia's light kiss. "I want yeh so bad, Lyddie!"

Lydia ginned, bringing one of her wife's legs over her shoulder as she let her tongue explore those slick folds, quickly finding the spots she knew were the most sensitive.

Win let out a loud gasp and her hands balled in the sheets beneath her as her back arched off the bed, her cunt pressing harder against her wife's mouth.

"Oh you like that, huh?" Lydia breathed against her skin, looking up while she savoured her. "You taste so good, baby."

"Mmm, you know exactly where t'touch t'drive me crazy," Win whined, biting her lip as she met Lydia's gaze.

"I've had practice..." Lyddie giggled. "Cum for me, baby, be a good girl." 

"Practice, huh?" Win chuckled, her laugh turning into a moan as she rolled her hips. "Oh--"

Before giving Win any time to enjoy it, Lydia changed positions, getting on top of her and rubbing her own clit against her wife's. "Come on, again, baby, I know you can do it."

"Oh fuck!" Win cried, grabbing Lydia's thighs and squeezing, seeking her friction. "God, you're so fuckin' hot. Ride me, baby," she moaned.

Lydia rolled her hips greedily, also wanting to feel good. "Such a good little slut, I love my good little slut and this sweet cunt of yours," she moaned softly.

"I'm your little slut, mummy!" Win exclaimed, writhing beneath her, reaching up to tweak her piercings.

"That's right, you're mummy's little fuck toy..." Lydia whimpered, also reaching to massage her breasts. "I'm gonna make you lose control, baby."

"Love th'sounds you make, Lyddie," Win purred, moaning and squirming, her second climax building. "Oh o-h f-fuck!" she cried, her muscles stuttering as she came.

"Good girl," Lydia cried as she came too, but she wasn't done. Instead, she pulled Win closer and while one hand pinched her nipples, playing with her piercings, the other went between her legs, sliding a couple digits into her slick entrance.

"Oh L-Lyds! I'm so sensitive," Win breathed, whining as her wife overstimulated her.

"I know, but I told you I wouldn't stop until you were a complete mess," Lydia whispered in her ear, curling her fingers to reach her g-spot.

"You're so evil, I love it," Win whimpered, her toes curling as she came for a third time, this time harder than before, Lydia making her squirt, leaving a mess all over her fingers and the bedding.

"That's what I wanted to see," Lydia praised, taking Win in her arms and covering her in kisses. "How was that, baby?"

"I don't know if I've got anythin' left for th'boys," Win joked weakly, snuggling closer to her despite the mess.

"I'm sure you can find some energy in you," Lydia laughed, embracing her lovingly. "And even if you don't, I could take care of them..."

"But where's th'fun in that?" Win pouted, running her fingers up and down Lydia's arm.

"It's okay, we can stay here as long as you need to rest and replenish your energies," Lyddie brushed her nose against her wife's.

"I love you so much," Win sighed. "You said we didn't get t'cuddle enough th'first time, so let's make up for that."

"I love you too, baby," Lydia murmured. "It feels so good to know I won't have to say goodbye tonight."

"Same," Win agreed, getting comfortable, discreetly using some of Nathans' power to clean up the bedding so they could really relax.

@elliethesuperfruitlover​ @firstpersonnarrator​ @salvador-daley​

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[sxugaryx]

Music of the Night (Fanfic)

New chapter from my main series 🩷

Venigni took him to the Opera House, Pinocchio was supposed to go with his father now that he was ungrounded but his father was dead set on fixing that kitchen.

“Father just ask for help!” Pinocchio was pouting this was ridiculous.

“I BUILD YOU, I CAN BUILD THIS KITCHEN!”

So his uncle Venigni took him instead, at least his father promised him that he would make it up to him. Pinocchio was wearing fancy-looking clothes and so was Gemini, wearing a tiny suit inside his cage as both wanted to feel pretty this is the Opera House they were going to after all and, today it was more filled than usual; Pulcinella was there too enjoying a good time with them.

“Don't feel embarrassed Pinocchio, Master Venigni also burned his kitchen once” Pulcinella said.

“Really?” It made Pinocchio at least feel a little less insecure about his inability to use the stove and oven.

“That was such a long time ago, plus I was so young back then” Venigni still remembers that day, Pulcinella has always been the one to cook for him and he wanted to give him some rest.

“You were 20 years old”

“Okay let's change the subject” Venigni was so embarrassed, ever since that day he hasn't tried to cook again, thankfully Pulcinella is a great cook and is always there for him.

A lot of people were flocking to Venigni’s side, but that’s to be expected when you are the richest man in Krat, people compliment him trying to get on his good side, and the staff is extra nice when he gets here or in any place he visits, he is used to it, and he loves the attention, only fair that a genius like him gets all the praise he deserves for his hard work, but today it’s annoying because he is trying to spend time with his family.

Pinocchio was getting nervous from all the attention, he got even more nervous because he spotted Adeline, as she might be a spoiled princess but she still has the lead role in this play and others, and her musical talent is impressive. Pinocchio hid behind his uncle but thankfully the show was about to start so they made their way towards their seats in the VIP section, it had the best view and his beloved nephew deserved to see this Opera from the best angle. The seats were special as it was more of a big comfy couch they could share.

“Are you okay?” Venigni was concerned, even more since Adeline would be the star, she was the one playing the role of Carmen.

“I’m fine” Pinocchio wasn’t lying, his nerves were slowly fading away and he understood that Adeline as rude as she can be is doing her job as a singer/actress.

Venigni smiled, he was glad that Pinocchio was in a better mood, nothing should ruin their time together; before it finally started each one of them ordered something to drink, Pinocchio ordered a soda and Venigni ordered a glass of champagne.

The show began and they were enjoying it together despite them being quiet as to fully appreciate it, with a few words shared in between; Pinocchio was really entranced by it so when he wanted to grab his drink in the darkness of the Opera House, he accidentally grabbed Venigni’s drink, he drank just a little before realizing his mistake.

“Um, sorry” He murmured.

“It’s okay Pinocchio don’t worry about it” Venigni smiled at him, there was nothing to worry about.

A few minutes passed in silence until…

*hic*

Oh no no no it was just so little! Venigni is panicking Pinocchio can’t get drunk like this.

*hic*

Pinocchio was apologizing over and over again, that he didn’t mean to drink it.

“It’s okay, it’s okay don’t worry I’m sure it will pass before you get home” Venigni let out an awkward laugh, “Otherwise your father is going to be a little angry at me”

“He is going to be furious” Pulcinella teased him in his usual neutral tone, which somehow made it even worse.

“Pulcinella please let’s not jinx it” Venigni could already hear Geppetto shouting at him.

The hiccups left as soon as they came but Pinocchio was starting to feel tired, he rested his head on his uncle’s shoulder, and he closed his eyes for just a few seconds but he fell asleep quickly.

No this is a disaster! Pinocchio is now going to be upset when he wakes up and realizes he missed half the show.

Pinocchio was fully asleep now, he grabbed Venigni and hugged him in his sleep, he had a firm grasp on him.

“He is not going to let go until he wakes up” Gemini chirped, he has seen Pinocchio sleep next to his father enough times and knows that will be the same case here.

Although Pinocchio hugs him from time to time Venigni isn’t used to this intense type of affection, Pinocchio looks so happy in his sleep, he doesn’t want to wake him up. He was playing with the boy’s hair, it was cute seeing him like this.

“I wish you would have fallen asleep this easily back when you were a child” Pulcinella was remembering when he had to take care of him.

Venigni had a lot of trouble falling asleep because… because he had nightmares about his parents' deaths. Sometimes he still has nightmares about it.

“Yeah…” Venigni’s voice had a sad tone.

“I’m sorry” Pulcinella was apologetic, “I didn’t mean to bring the mood down”

“It’s alright, I wish I could fall asleep so fast at this age”

“Master Venigni that’s because you can be just as much of a workaholic as Geppetto”

“Come on I don’t work that much”

“Mmm” Pulcinella began to remember “I believe years ago Antonia had to beg the two of you to actually go to sleep when she found the two of you working for 4 days straight”

“That was then, we have changed” Venigni knows that they don’t work as much as before.

“Geppetto has changed, you still stay awake until 1 am some days” Pulcinella was now scolding him.

“I used to fall asleep until 4 am” Venigni felt so proud for not staying awake that long anymore.

“…” Pulcinella was quiet, it was his silence of shame.

“Okay fine” Venigni finally admitted it, “I still work too much”

In a way, Venigni can be just as stubborn as Geppetto, even more so when it comes to work. The main reason is that both have always been too proud of their work, is hard to hand it down to others, knowing it’s not the way you do it and, critically analyzing every possible mistake others can make.

At least Venigni has always had Pulcinella for help, Geppetto always worked so much by himself not to mention how as the director of the Union he is the supervisor of each department.

Geppetto is close to retirement age, and he wonders what Geppetto’s plans are for that, Antonia is even closer to it as the age of retirement in Krat is 65; although recently legally it has been under consideration to reduce it to 60 and Venigni hopes that they do lower it.

Pinocchio was snuggling with him even more, Venigni was hugging him back, he loves the boy so much, he is so happy to have him by his side. He is a ray of sunshine, although Venigni still remembers when Pinocchio first rescued him, Pinocchio was so quiet and he looked so… sad, it was clear that the weight of saving everyone had taken a huge toll on him. Seeing him like this, it makes him smile to see how much his nephew has changed.

“No… get away you… shovel devil” Pinocchio was becoming agitated, talking in his sleep.

Huh, so that’s why Pinocchio hid behind his father when he came to work and saw a shoveling puppet. Although a part of Venigni doesn’t understand how a puppet with a shovel could be that intimidating, some had been armed with swords or even guns. But Pinocchio had dealt with so much, Venigni couldn’t even imagine all the danger he faced.

Venigni rubbed his back and Pinocchio calmed down, time passed and Pinocchio woke up just as soon as the show ended. He was a bit disappointed at first but he felt very calm and at peace, it felt nice to wake up in his uncle’s arms.

“Now Pinocchio” Venigni was patting his head, “Not a word about this to your father alright?”

Pinocchio nodded and it was time for him to head back home.

When they arrived Geppetto had finally finished the kitchen, he was so proud of himself, he would have kept bragging about it if it wasn’t because it was getting late, so Venigni and Pulcinella said their goodbyes, before leaving Pulcinella whispered something in Pinocchio’s ear and Venigni smiled, he was glad the two of them were getting along.

——

The next day, Venigni arrived early at work so that he could leave early, as he had to go back home and have a few meetings there. He heard the door of his office open with force, almost breaking it, and Venigni turned to see who it was.

“Hi Geppetto how-“

“WHY WAS MY SON DRUNK?!” Geppetto was fuming, Venigni had never seen Geppetto so angry at him, not even in that time he accidentally mixed some chemicals when he first started working and it made both of them faint on the spot because of the smell, someone had to come to help them.

Venigni went pale, he saw Pulcinella staring at him and he knew he had planned this. Why is his beloved Pulcinella corrupting poor Pinocchio?!

“Geppetto it was an accident I swear!”

Geppetto was shouting so loudly that all the workers at the factory must have heard him, Pulcinella is smiling from the inside as he can’t physically smile, it was good to team up with Pinocchio to embarrass a little his Master Venigni.

#lies of p #lop #liesofp #lies of p game #lies of p fanfic #ao3 link #this is in ao3 too #lies of p geppetto #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p venigni #lies of p gemini

[iamthekaijuking]

Art vs Artist 2022 and Yearly Recap

It’s been awhile since I’ve done an art v artist, and even longer since I’ve done a year recap.

2022 was a strange year, and as a 21 year old I’m in a very strange stage of life. So much of my future is uncertain, and a lot happened just this year. I’ve got smarter, I’ve made new friends, got traumatized, and learned that I might even have ptsd (unrelated to the trauma thing). It feels weird that it’s almost over.

Twitter turned to shit, and the tumblr kept getting better.

So many of my loved ones are getting older, and I’m contemplating mortality more than I’d like as a result.

One of my snakes burnt himself on a malfunctioning heat lamp and has a blister, and my family is treating him (so far he’s okay and he should be fine).

I can drink alcohol now, but the only ones I like are basically sodas that barely have alcohol in them.

I got my first jobs this year and also graduated as a certified electrician. My first job was working in an assembly line for Honda, and oh my god those were the most miserable 100 days of my life (and because it was a temp service I wasn’t getting paid fully or getting insurance benefits in a VERY unsafe work environment). That shit traumatized me (THIS is the trauma thing, not the ptsd thing) and now I’m very picky with jobs. I then got a job I actually did like, but after a month got fired because my boss constantly forgot to re-order stock and so we were unable to complete orders and people were withdrawing theirs and we were running out of stuff to do, so my boss was losing money and decided to just fire the newest hire to save money. But he didn’t have the balls to tell me the actual reason or do it directly, so one of the accountants had to basically pull me aside and say my boss was firing me “because I didn’t look happy”. That same weekend he took 2 employees out of state to do everything for him at a convention for 12 hours for 2 days; they each got paid 200 dollars, he made 60,000. Let me tell you, having to put on your resume that you only worked at your last job for a month makes it basically impossible to get hired.

This was also the first year I actually took commissions, so I guess I’m *technically* a professional artist? I also made a patreon, but it’s been up for like half a year and I still don’t have subscribers.

This year I also made some major leaps in my artistic skills (and in biological knowledge) and I’d consider myself a good artist. I have a very good understanding of anatomy and proportions now and can draw some special effects. But it also doesn’t feel enough at times and I secretly can get a little green eyed when I see other artists or creature designers (or professional biologists).

I didn’t get as much work done with personal projects as I’d have liked, executive dysfunction does that to a man, but I did get major stuff done. I even wrote an overview for my first book in my GUARDIANverse IP! I’m also getting better at not getting sidetracked and am slowly chipping away at my extensive to do list of smaller not as important projects. The god children gverse thing will be moved to next year. I even illustrated and finalized what I hope to one day turn into a vtuber model (the flesh god).

I’m still pretty far from my pipe dream of making money on the side as an author, having a Bogleech type website, and streamer, but I’ve made progress. I make skulls and charts for the Unnatural History Channel, I’ve been his top moderator, and generally help out sometimes, so my stuff is being exposed to a larger audience.

I also hand picked the chillest people out of the UHC server and made my own server, and finally after 2 years of not having a friend group, I finally have one. And I’m actually entirely comfortable around them! Which is big deal for me because after one too many bad personal experiences I have a hard time trusting people and am constantly analyzing them for red flags, but with the UHC crew (aka the “Poopenshitters” yes that’s the name of our friend group) I feel 100% safe (also I’m the ring leader which is cool). Pathetic? Yes. But is it a huge step for me? YES ABSOLUTELY.

And of course my friendship with dappercritter grows stronger each year.

2022 was also a great year for Kaiju content, especially in games. Also weirdly enough 2022 was the year of gigan, but that’s not unwelcome.

Sunbreak also came out, and I’ve been thoroughly enjoying it.

Well, 2022 is coming to a close. It was a weird year, but I’m growing, and hopefully the world is too.

#art vs artist #art vs artist 2022 #yearly recap #yearly recap 2022

[youngcheesecaketale]

Omega’s First 4th of July

Today was a special day for Omega. Today was going to be Omega’s first time watching the Fireworks. She is 3 yrs old now. Hunter and the others tried to show her Fireworks but she would fall asleep before they EVEN started. This year they….well Tech MADE sure that she would see her first Firework show. Tech planned the WHOLE THING OUT so Omega would have a WONDERFUL and a MEMORABLE 4th of July with her family. Even her Uncles, Aunts, and Cousins were coming.

Tech made sure that everyone had a KEY ROLE to make this day SPECIAL. This is what Tech gave everyone.

Hunter: Get Omega dressed into her cute Red, White, and Blue Outfit. (I found this picture on the internet)

Echo: Clean the Picnic Table and set the paper plates and plastic utensils. 

Wrecker: MAKE SURE TO NOT BLOW THINGS UP. WE DON’T WANT THE FIRE DEPARTMENT COME AGAIN LIKE LAST TIME. 

Crosshair: Picking out Fireworks and Lighting them. He was also in charge of cooking the Hamburgers and Hot Dots on the grill.

Tech was in charge of making sure the food WASN’T EATING by Wrecker and laid the food on the table. Tech had invited other Family Members and asked them to bring something too.

Cody & Obi Wan: Potato Salad

Rex & Ahsoka with their kids Jasmine & Jasper: Drinks (Beer & Soda for the Kids)

Anakin & Padmé with Luke & Leia: Chips

99 & Shaak: Famous Chocolate Chip Cookies

Cut & Suu with Jek & Shaeeah: Green Jello

Once all the rest of their family members came, they all started eating and enjoying the food. Crosshair was a GREAT COOK. Especially whenever he cooked food on the BBQ grill. Hunter made sure that Omega was in a DIFFERENT outfit so she wouldn’t get food on it.

Omega was SO HAPPY to see her Uncles, Aunts, and Cousins, that she went to each one of them saying “FIREWORKS! FIREWORKS! FIREWORKS!” instead of saying hi to them.

“Are you excited to see the Fireworks, little one?” Obi Wan asked her. Omega jumped up and down saying “YES!!

“You’re not going to fall asleep like last time are you?” Cody jokingly said with a chuckle.

“NOPE.” Omega said as she shakes her head. Then Omega said this. “I’m not going to fall asleep. Wrecker and I made a promise.”

“Oh. What did you guys promise?” Rex asked when he overheard HOW EXCITED Omega was. Hunter joined too.

“Uncle Wrecker said that if I stay awake when we do the FIREWORKS, he will secretly pull me to the side so I CAN LIGHT a FIREWORK. He also told me that he would give me PIXIE STICKS to help me stay away. Uncle Wrecker told me to not tell anyone but Uncle Echo told me to NEVER LIE if someone tells you something.” Omega said in her cute toddler voice. She is still learning what a secret and a lie is.

Once Hunter heard that, he went over to Wrecker and had a LONG, VERY LONG talk about what Omega told them. Wrecker said that he was the same age when he FIRST lit a FIREWORK. 

99 overheard this and yelled back, “The only way you were able to light a FIREWORK because your DRUNK Uncle Alpha took you to a church parking lot gave you a lighter. You guys lit a FIRECRACKER ROCKET which hit the roof of the church! I don’t know how my Brother was able to sneak you out….” Before he could finish, Shaak smacked 99’s head. “The reason you didn’t know was because you were drunk!” Shaak yelled at him. 

As Tech saw this WHOLE DRAMA going on, he saw Omega getting emotional. He didn’t want her to have a FIRST 4TH OF JULY ruined. He quickly stopped the fight by yelling at them to stop as he motioned his head towards Omega. Everyone who was arguing stopped to see that Omega was crying. Hunter IMMEDIATELY picked up Omega and told her that they aren’t mad at her as he rubbed her back. Started to come down. Hunter told her that she was TOO young to like BIG FIREWORKS but that she would be able to help light a different kind of FIREWORK. She would light the others SPARKLERS after someone lights her SPAKLER. She would use her SPARKLER to light the other kids SPARKLERS. Omega was happy that she was able to “LIGHT” her first FIREWORK. She stopped crying and asked if they could do it now. They told her that they will do it when it gets a little bit more dark.

As soon as it got dark enough to light a few FIREWORKS, everyone laid out blankets and chairs on the front lawn to watch the FIREWORKS.  Hunter helped Omega get into her cute outfit. It was a little struggle getting it on her because she wouldn’t stop moving. He finally got her in it as she ran outside to sit on the lawn with her cousins.

Crosshair gave Omega a lit SPARKLER and told her to light everyone else’s SPARKLER. As was doing that, Hunter noticed that Omega’s SPARKLER was almost out. She wouldn’t get a chance to draw/write. He decided to tell Omega that she was done lighting everyone’s SPARKLER and traded her a new lit one. Omega had a BLAST drawing and writing letters. She was trying to write “Uncle Wrecker” but spelled it like this “Unkle Wraker”. She is still learning her ABC.

After the SPARKLERS were done, it was now for the REAL SHOW. Crosshair light one after another. Omega was fascinated with the colors and sounds. Hunter was afraid that she would get scared with the loud noises but she didn’t. This was a 4th of July that they will NEVER FORGET and Omega’s first FIREWORK show. She stayed awake through the WHOLE thing. Wrecker might have given Omega 2 PIXIE STICKS when no one was looking. But overall, it was a great 4th of July.

#baby omega au #tbb hunter #crosshair #tech #wrecker #echo #cody and obi wan #rex and ahsoka #anakin and padme #cut lawquane #suu lawquane #jek lawquane #shaeeah lawquane #99 #shaak ti #orginal character

[calamityqingxin]

Ok so for starters,

1- yes we do go to Starbucks semi-frequently to frequently depending on who your asking but we also do make our coffee at home but it just doesn’t taste as good.

2- the standard cola is the 12oz which is a little less than 500ml (around 17oz) but the sugar is around 35-45 (does your cola have less sugar than the us?)

3- we call them house shoes that you wear so you want get your feet dirty on the floor if your in private. some other people wear outdoor shoes to other people’s houses if your just saying hi and bye. (do you all not wear shoes indoors?)

4- I personally don’t think it’s as dramatic as mean girls but there definitely is a system. All the populars all well known and we stick to our own cliches

5- yes it is true that we eat waffles and pancakes for breakfast. we don’t always eat that there are other options like breakfast sandwiches (egg and cheese with sausage inside of toast-or something similar) or breakfast burritos (same idea as the sandwich but with a tortilla instead of bread) or maybe just hashbrowns egg and bacon. There are a lot of options waffles and pancakes seem to be most popular though

6- yea you can customize your order you just start off you the basic order i.e the pink drink then say you want an extra shot of coffee or oat milk instead of the regular milk you can basically add whatever you want (do y’all not have other coffee shops instead of Starbucks?)

7- I’m not sure what is considered “big” in Europe but typically things are bigger in the us

8- it really depends where you live usually people drive to all stores but sometimes you can live close enough that it’s only a mile or two to get to a Walmart when walking

hope this clears some stuff up! have a good day!!!

Thank you so much for your answer!

Since you've asked me some questions, I shall respond, too 🙏

1. Yes, in some cases we have at least 10-15 grams less sugar in our sodas in my country (it varies from country to country here, but over that is highly unlikely)

2. We do not wear shoes indoors! We usually walk around in slippers, or our socks, but never barefoot! Reasoning is that grandmas and elderly here think that the floor will make you sick 😞

3. Actually, we dont have Starbucks in my country! We only have 3 McDonald's, two of which are in the capital city, and the third one is located in a semi-touristy town! We are going to have KFC come to our country next year, so I'm pumped! (We don't have Burger King, Starbucks, Wendys, etc...)

Edit: out of all popular fast-food chains, that is. We do, however, brew and make our own coffee at home and we do it in a special way, too. It's a rip-off from the Ottomans but with our touches: the Bosnian coffee~

Thank you for your answer and I hope the answers I gave you for your questions are just as good 🙏❤️

[lovemesomesurveys]

When did you last ride public transportation? : When I was in college I had to take the bus sometimes. I graduated back in 2015, so the last time was some time back then.

What's your favorite things to drink?: Coffee, soda, milkshakes, slushies.

What are you currently wearing?: A blue gown.

Are you a fan of Britney Spears?: I like some of her music.

Are you older than 18?: Yeah, I’ll be 33 at the end of the month.

What color pen did you use last?: Blue.

Do you ever suddenly jolt awake after sleeping?: Yes, I hate that feeling.

Has a shelf of yours ever suddenly collapse? : No, that would be scary.

Do you know anyone who does not swear?: Possibly. I’m someone who rarely does.

What's something that gives you a quiet mind?: Being at the beach drowning my thoughts with the sound of the ocean and getting lost in watching the waves crash in and out. I just stare out at the vastness and appreciate its beauty.

Do you like the picture on your ID/passport?: No.

When, or if you believed in the tooth fairy.. what did you think they looked like?: I pictured one like Tinkerbell.

How often do you make spelling errors or typos?: It happens, but I’m generally one to catch them quick. Sometimes my thoughts pour out faster than I’m typing and typos happen. I do have it happen more when texting versus typing on the computer.

Are you currently listening to music?: No, an ASMR video.

Do you ever wear mismatched socks? : Nah.

What all have you gotten into today?: I’ve been awake for a little over an hour. So far I’ve had my morning meds, did my Bible study reading and discussion, and checked my social medias.

How much money do you have on you at the moment?: None.

What's the most random thing in your closet?: Hmm. I don’t know what I’d say is the most random.

Do you overuse your cell phone?: More so now than ever since being in the hospital.

On average, how long does it take you to get ready? : It took me like an hour cause there was more I needed to do and it took awhile. Plus, I wasn’t able to move around as quickly the past year and needed help with stuff.

Do you like to watch animated movies? What's your favorite? : Yeah. Disney movies for sure.

Did you have any unread texts when you woke up this morning? What did they say?: No.

Do you drink energy drinks? What's your favorite one?: I love the Starbucks Doubleshot white chocolate energy drinks. Every once in a great while I might have a Red Bull. The blueberry and watermelon flavored ones are good.

Have you ever taken a survey with over 300 questions?: Yeah, I’ve done a few surveys that were well over 300 questions broken up into parts. I did most of the 5000 questions survey. It’s been over a long span of time. I need to finish that finally.

Do you own a swimming pool?: No.

What social media platforms do you use most?: Tumblr and Facebook.

What were you last stressed about?: I’m constantly stressed due to mainly my health related issues, especially now. Plus just life. It’s a lot, man.

Do you have the same interests that you did as a kid?: I do still enjoy some of the same things.

What's the best smoothie?: Banana.

Who did you last raise your voice at?: *shrug* I miss having a voice at all. It’s been over a month now since I’ve been able to talk. It’s so frustrating.

Are you a generally happy person?: 😕

Is your bedroom currently tidy or messy?: It’s a little cluttered cause my mom has been doing some reorganizing/going through things and getting rid of some stuff. Plus moving furniture around and whatnot. She was getting it ready for whenever I’m able to come home because I’m getting like a special big bed and will require some things, so there needed to be room for that.

Do you like to head bang to rock music?: I move my head, but not hard or fast. Head banging just hurts and make me dizzy, ha.

What do you get the most compliments on?: I don’t get a lot of compliments, but if I do it’s probably about something I’m wearing.

What were you doing the last time midnight came around?: Trying to sleep.

Do you get along with your neighbors?: I don’t interact with any of them.

What brand is the device you're using?: Apple.

Do you have any illnesses that are hereditary? : Yes.

What do you dislike most about where you live?: The damn heat. Summertime here is awful.

And what do you like best?: Just that my family is here. We’ve been wanting to move for quite awhile, though. I’m so ready.

Best place to get pizza?: This place called Blaze pizza and a couple local places.

What's something that makes you nervous?: A lot of things, but certainly my current situation.

What type of music did you like when you were younger?: As a kid and before the teen years I was into mainly pop music like Britney Spears, *NSYNC, BSB, etc and other top 40 stuff, but I liked a variety back then as well and still do. I liked what my parents listened to (oldies, classic rock, r&b). A lot of alternative stuff, too.

Would you rather be stranded on an island alone, or with someone you dislike?: I think it’d be worse to be completely alone.

What's a song that feels like it was written just for you?: There’s many that I’ve really related to and seem to be speaking to me.

What's your Chinese food order?: Chow mien, potstickers, egg rolls, crab rangoon , chicken in foil.

What does your ideal birthday party look like?: If I was going to have a party it’d just be me and my fam with my favorite takeout and a cake. Maybe have my aunt and cousin over for board games. Ideally, I’d want to go on a little getaway somewhere for a few days, though. I can’t wait until I’m able to do that again.

What's something that you worked hard for?: Well, I’m still moving forward and keep on keepin on. It’s been a real struggle.

When did it last storm where you are?: It feels like forever ago. I can’t wait until we have that kind of weather.

Have you ever held a spider?: Noooooooooooo.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

[ellieswaifu]

hiiiiiiiiiii :0 may i request a small modern au fic where fem reader, who is jesse’s little sister, asks ellie to help her make her ex bf jealous ? tyyyyy ily

i don’t date my brother’s friends | ellie x f!reader

summary — ellie (kinda) helps you make your ex jealous/also she’s a little jealous too hehe

word count — 2.77k+

genre — modern!au, ummmm fluff ? jealousy stuff

warnings — mentions drinking, kissing, childhood friends kinda, hmm big brother jesse!!, ellie has a crush uuuuu, heavily influenced by one fast and furious scene

a/n: i am literally watching fast and furious while reading this request so now i feel inspired to write about that one scene in the kitchen heheheeeeee ;-; also not proofread:< i hope u still enjoi reading ty for requesting !!

You’ve learned not to date you brother’s friends. It never ended well with you or him. At the end of the day, your big brother, Jesse, ends up punching someone in the eye and that friend is never to be seen again. In a way, you felt guilty. Jesse had a smaller group of close friends now, containing fewer boys in the latter who just wanted to get into your pants. It kind of became a rule that you wouldn’t ever go on a date with his friends ever again. He wanted to protect you in that way where he didn’t have to worry about you and losing some of his friends at the same time. You felt bad, but he always told you, “good riddance.” If he only had friends that would break your heart, then he would choose to not have friends at all.

You were his baby sister; sworn to protect, love and annoy forever.

But, sometimes, you hated that rule. Even though Jesse kept a few of his friends close, there were so many people that knew him already. He’s smart, sporty, and goes to an Ivy League university. Everybody in town knew who he was. It made it kind of hard to date in general. So, the outcome of that was you going on dates in secret. You weren’t some kind of woman who shamelessly had billions of relationships with different people. You were young and you just thought you should experience what romantic aspects life has to offer.

There was someone you went on a couple of dates with just recently. It only lasted for about two weeks before the two of you decided to stop and call it quits. He was a pretty good sport about it, not seeming to have ill feelings or anything.

Despite being on the look for someone to date, you already had your eyes set on someone special. Her name was Ellie. She was a girl who plays guitar, sings, loves art, is space-obsessed and, not to mention, one of your brother’s best friends. You would be lying if you said that she wasn’t even partly the reason why you date a lot of people. Ellie being one of Jesse’s closest friends made it so hard to approach her and even if you wanted to or had a chance, your brother would beat both of your asses.

You don’t talk to her much, especially now that you’re older. The first time you met her, she was someone your brother brought home from middle school, along with other friends like Dina, to do some group projects with. She was nice to you; played with you a lot when you were all alone in the living room with your toys and even helped you with some of your homework sometimes when Jesse wouldn’t. You’ve always had a crush on her. She was pretty. Growing up only made you realize how attracted you were to her.

But in the end, she was your brother’s friend.

It was only until Jesse decided to throw a semi-party at home after finals week when you see her again. You’re sitting at the front porch with a glass of soda, watching as Jesse’s group of friends walk into your house when Ellie comes in with them in her typical baggy attire; jeans and flannel-over-a-shirt look, sporting her usual canvas shoes at her feet. They all greet you with a wave and simple hi’s and hello’s, knowing you were Jesse’s little sister. You make sure to watch Ellie when that happens and she doesn’t say anything and only gives you a short smile and glance with her eyes.

You let out breath as soon as all of them walked through the front door, leaving you alone on the front porch with nothing but the night sky and your soda to accompany you.

After a while, you watch as a familiar car pulls up in your drive way. You close your eyes, hoping and praying it wasn’t the person you thought it was, trying to avoid the upcoming embarrassment you were about to feel in your chest.

Unfortunately, you were right. Your ex walks up to your front door slowly, his eyes on you the entire time.

“Hi,” he call out awkwardly.

“Hey,” was all you said back.

He look at you only for a moment, eyeing your attire. You grow uncomfortable under his gaze but thankfully for you, he didn’t stare for too long.

“You look good,” he compliments you, nodding as he spoke.

You give him the smallest smile you could give, “They’re already inside, eating or something, I think. You can head on in.”

“Thanks.”

The interaction was short, but you wanted it that way. Any longer, you probably would’ve walked away from him rudely. It’s not that you hated him or anything, it’s just the constant awkwardness almost made you nauseous and you couldn’t bear to interact with the person who has been calling and texting you all month about getting back together. You thanked god that he just walked into your house without adding anything unimportant to his dialogue.

You turn to into the window behind you and look through the glass as Jesse’s friends laugh and talk and drink in the living room and dining room with music muffled by the walls of the house. You’re not sure what they’re celebrating but they seem to be having a great time. You let your eyes wander for a moment, looking for a certain girl, until your eyes meet green ones. You immediately turn away and stare at the glass that was now empty in your hand as you hear your heart beating louder and faster in your chest.

What the hell? Was she looking at me?

You decide to shake off your thoughts, fingertips tracing the rim of the glass before headed back inside to refill your cup with some water.

Ellie fixed her green eyes on you the moment you stepped through your front door. Your dress hugged you in all the right places and rippled accordingly down to your knees as you walked through your house. Your hair was pulled back and showed everyone set of dazzling, angel-white teeth, greeting them as you walk past.

Ellie knows you’re pretty. She never really saw it until a year ago when you had just started your senior year in high school. She drove by your place to pick Jesse up, starting their first year of college together. You were no longer that dorky kid she used to know. You’ve started wear prettier things, do your makeup and act all mature. She understands why some of Jesse’s friends try to get to so close to him sometimes—a way to get closer to you. That was until he told everybody that his little sister was off limits. But thinking you were pretty was way different from being attracted to you. Ellie was sure Jesse would have her head for even mentioning taking you out on a date.

Still staring, Ellie watches quietly as you disappear into the kitchen. Her eyes go back down to look at the red, plastic cup in her hand, filled soda.

“Uh, I’m gonna go get more to drink,” Ellie calls out to Jesse who returns with a nod.

Ellie stands and walks over to the kitchen doorway, peaking her head in slightly. You had you back turned to her, looking out the window with a glass of water in your hand and you other hand against the dip of your hip.

Clearing her throat for you to hear, Ellie watches as you jump slightly. You turn you head to look at her with your hand against your chest and a face looking like you were about to scold someone.

“Jesus, Ellie.”

“Sorry.” She smiles and steps into the kitchen, placing her cup down on the marble counter.

“What happened? Is Jesse getting boring?”

Ellie lets out a small, breathy laugh and bows her head before looking back up at you in amusement, “Something like that… I actually was just gonna get more beer.”

You eye the girl in front of you carefully with a smile playing at your lips as you lean against the counter, “But, your cup is full.”

Ellie looks down at her shoes with a smirk. You caught her red handed. You let your eyes wander up and down her body and the way she fidgets only slightly with her feet, avoiding eye contact. Ellie was never one to get nervous, but here she is.

“Do you remember that time you helped me study for my algebra test and I gave you a kiss on the cheek after I got a hundred?”

The girl in front of you smiles at the thought, “Of course, I remember. You were cuter then.”

“Shut up.” You let out a laugh, “You know, I’m pretty sure I had a crush on you around that time.”

Ellie cocks her head to the side, “Oh, I knew you had a crush on me.”

You almost spit out your drink, “What? Since when?”

“For a while,” Ellie smirks. “It was kind of obvious.”

You take a deep breath and smile again, “Yeah, I guess I didn’t work hard enough to hide it. I’m sure your new girlfriends in college would kill me if they knew.”

Ellie raises her eyebrows and shakes her head, “No new girlfriends. But I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if they knew you were Jesse’s little sister.”

“No new girlfriends?”

“Nope.”

“And why’s that?”

She shrugs and shakes her head again, eyes staring directly at yours before looking back down at the laces of her shoes. How could she be with anyone else when all she can think about is you all the time? You were the reason why her relationships never lasted any longer that a month back then. It drives her crazy.

“Ellie,” you call.

“Hm?” she hums. The way her name slips your mouth makes her heart feel fuzzy. For a moment, that’s all she can think about but after a few seconds she remembered how that boy, who talked to Jesse just earlier, kept looking at you out the window. Her green eyes meet yours once again, “That guy wont stop looking at you.”

You stop and think for a second before putting the palm of your hand to your face, “Don’t even get started with him.”

“What happened,” Ellie asks, watching you carefully. “Don’t tell me you dated him.”

You let a sigh escape your lips, “Just a fling, Ellie. No strings attached. Besides, I told him not to contact me anymore.”

“Well, it doesn’t seem like it.”

Ellie’s tone catches you slightly off guard. You keep a close eye on her, watching as she fidgets with her ring and pinky finger, avoiding your gaze.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”

The girl in front of you doesn’t say a word. A part of you is delighted that the girl you’ve been crushing on for a while now has feelings for you. Another part of you feels blue with the fact that the girl, who now has feelings for you, is one of your brother’s bestest friends.

“Oh, Ellie,” you step forward, slowly placing a hand against the side of her face softly, caressing her cheek with your thumb. “I don’t date my brother’s friends.”

Ellie stares at you, hypnotized by the way your lips moved and how close your body was to hers.

“Then why’d you date him?” she says softly, laced with slight jealousy.

“Like I said, Ellie,” you smile. “Just a fling.”

Ellie continues to stare down at your face. It takes all of her strength to ignore her impulsive side and not kiss you right then and there. Your hand on her face feels warm and she just wants you to keep it them for as long as you can.

Unfortunately, you let her go and back up as soon as the two of you heard footsteps coming your way.

Your ex stands at at the doorway, suspiciously eyeing the both of you. His eyes dart to Ellie then back at you as he furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

“Hey, (y/n),” he calls out. “Can I talk to you? Alone, I mean.”

Ellie stands up straight and picks her cup back up from the counter, heading towards the fridge, “Oh, don’t mind me. I’m just getting a drink.”

You watch Ellie peak her head into the fridge, seemingly looking for something to take. You look over to your ex and shrug as you take a sip of your soda.

“What do you wanna talk about?”

“I’ve been texting you,” he says as he eyes the girl at the fridge. “We on for another date? You can wear your favorite dress and I’ll take you anywhere you wanna go.”

You roll your eyes at him and scoff. You’ve made it very clear to him that you didn’t want to interact with him afterwards. You watch as Ellie steps away from the refrigerator, pulling out a bottle of beer before placing it down on the counter. You can’t see her eyes, but you can practically steam coming out of her ears.

There were a few more moments of awkward silence before you speak up again, wanting to get rid of him immediately and tease Ellie at the same time.

“Hey, what was that place you, uh, wanted to take me to? Italian?” you ask him with a sultry voice, taking a few steps close to him.

“Oh, the one with the lights?”

“Yeah, yeah, lights and stuff…” you say, reaching out to play with his necklace as he smirks at you. “What was it called?”

“Valentina’s,” he replies slowly, smirk growing wider by the second, buying your fake flirting.

You can practically feel Ellie’s eyes boring into the back of your head as you continued to flirt with him right in front of her.

Your lips curved into a devious smile as you pulled away from him slowly, letting go of the thin chain that wrapped around loosely on his neck before turning over to the girl behind you. You step into her personal space, bodies so close together that they were almost touching.

“You can take me there,” you say, looking up at Ellie with a sly smile, playing with the buttons of her unbuttoned flannel, “What do you say? Pick me up at ten?”

Ellie stares at you. How could she turn that down?

“Yeah, ten is good,” she says, smirking slightly as she glances up at the guy you were just talking to.

Ellie watches him curse and walk away, infuriated at what he had just witnessed. Footsteps fade away and after deciding to ignore him, Ellie turns to look down at you once again.

You stand still and your eyes were no longer looking up at her. All she could see, feel and smell was the top of your head, hair giving off a fresh scent of some fruity shampoo you’ve been using lately, and your small hands still playing with her buttons and the graphic tee she wore underneath it. You were still so close to her and it was surely driving her more towards the edge.

“Hey,” Ellie says.

“Oh, sorry.”

You look up and smile as you were about to step away from her, pulling your hand back away from her shirt. To your surprise, Ellie grabs your wrist and pulls you closer as close as possible, the front of your body pressing against hers.

“What are you doing?” you ask her.

“I’ll show you.”

Before you know it, Ellie slips her arm behind your waist and presses her lips against yours. You melt at her touch, wrapping your arms around her neck pulling her deeper into the kiss. Her teeth sinks down to your bottom lip softly, making you moan in surprise. Ellie takes that opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth, groaning against you. Your tongues clash and fight each other with breathy moans before Ellie suddenly pulls away from you.

“What?”

You can see Ellie’s eyes staring right past you, towards the doorway of the kitchen with a serious look on her face. Her jaw clenches for a second right under your nose as you gaze at her in confusion. It only takes a second for realization to hit you hard.

Pulling away from Ellie as quick as you can, as if it was any help to the situation, you turn around and stare at the figure behind you.

Jesse stands at the doorway with eyebrows furrowed and and his jaw hanging slightly.

“What the fuck are you two doing?”

a/n: hehehehhehehe ok as i was writing, i realized it wasnt really ellie “helping” and i’m rlly sorry if u didn’t enjoi it :< ty for reading

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Hey Daddy - Bucky Barnes

a/n: so this one is a little more... lighthearted? idk but it was based on THIS request!

pairing: Bucky X Reader

word count: 1.9k

summary: You join Peter and his friends for a game of Truth Or Dare but you wish you stayed in your room when MJ challenges you to do a task that will definitely out your secret relationship with Bucky.

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You totally forgot Peter would have his friends over for the night, so you’re slightly surprised when you find him with Ned and MJ in the kitchen, but it’s a pleasant one. You’ve been spending a lot of time with him, being the youngest of the adults in the tower, you developed a great friendship with the youngster and his friends.

“Oh, hello guys! Good to see you again!” you beam at the three of them, Ned greeting you with a little wave and a stunned smile on his face. Peter has recently revealed that Ned might have a tiny crush on you, which you find cute. Though you’re more than a decade older than him, you find it endearing he is crushing on you out of all the amazing women on the team.

MJ nods in your way as she munches on her sandwich, if you didn’t know her better you’d think she is annoyed by you judging by the look on her face, but you’ve learned by now that this is her default expression, almost a happy one.

“Hi Y/N!” Peter greets you smiling. “How was your day?” he asks lightly. He is such a good kid, knows his manners and cares so much for others. The men in the tower like to tease him about his soft behavior, but you think it’s such a great trait.

“A little tiring. Training kicked my ass today, but it was fine. What are you guys up to?” you ask, grabbing yourself a canned soda from the fridge.

“MJ wants to play truth or dare, but only because she wants to make us do embarrassing stuff,” Peter huffs looking at the girl who just smiles with a shrug.

“Oh, I love that game! Used to play it a lot at parties too!” you smirk, remembering the times you played with your friends in the basement of your mom’s house.

“You want to play with us?” MJ offers.

“If you don’t mind…”

“Not at all!” Peter smiles, happy to have another person join their little group. Glancing at Ned you see that he is now blushing, the tip of his ears turning red as he keeps his eyes fixed on the screen of his phone. Poor kid will have to learn how to function around women sooner or later.

The game starts out quite innocent, it’s not even the wild version where you’re drinking, though it popped into your head to pour yourself some wine. But then you decided to keep it PG rated for the kids’ sake.

But as more and more rounds go down, the tasks and questions are getting a little… spicy. When MJ turns to you and asks you the question of the game and you answer before you could even think about it, you know you are in trouble.

“Dare,” you answer and want to take it back right away, but you don’t want to look like such a pussy. But then MJ smirks at you devilishly and you consider just walking out before she ruins your whole life.

“Alright, text all the other Avengers ‘Hey Daddy’ and read the responses out loud.”

The boys gasp as you press your lips into a thin line, knowing well it won’t end good on your side. Especially because there is one person whose response you would rather not read out loud.

You’ve been close to Bucky since day one and though you both were a little ignorant towards your feelings, a few months ago you finally moved your relationship a little further than just being friends. However you both agreed it’s better kept as a secret, at least until you figure out where you really want to head together as a couple.

Now, if you text that message to Bucky there’s no way he won’t write back something that would bust your asses right away, but you can’t back out now, you can only hope he is busy doing something else and won’t pay attention to his phone.

Pulling your phone out of your pocket you lean onto the kitchen island as the kids start cheering for you being a badass and accepting the task.

“Just hey daddy, that’s all?” you ask as you open your contacts.

“Maybe add a winking face,” Ned suggests and you shoot him a glare that immediately turns his face red as he shuts his mouth.

“The winking face is a good idea,” MJ nods.

“Thanks, Ned,” you mumble under your breath as you start opening the text threads, sending them all the same message. Tony, Nat, Steve, Banner, Clint, Sam, Strange, even Rhodey and at the end of the list… Bucky.

“And what, now we wait?” Peter asks.

“Place the phone here so we see when you get a reply and you’ll read them, we can move on until then,” MJ tells you, bossing you around like you’re not even a highly trained special agent who could take her out in a blink of an eye.

The first reply comes from Nat who just asks if you’re drunk. Then comes Banner, who sounds offended that you think he could be your father, totally missing the point of the text. Tony teases you about always knowing you had a thing for him, Steve kindly tells you he only sees you as a sister, Clint just reads the text and doesn’t reply. Sam just sends a simple “control yourself” message back while Strange threatens you to block you if you send another text like this again. Rhodey doesn’t even reads it.

You start to feel relieved when about twenty minutes pass by and no reply comes from Bucky. The game moves on and you almost start to forget about the whole task when your phone lights up again and your breathing hitches when you see Bucky’s name appear on the screen.

“Oh, another reply!” MJ beams as she urges you to unlock the phone and read the reply. When you do so and see his text, you almost just hop off the stool and run out of the kitchen. You consider saying something else, pretending like he didn’t write what he did, but MJ doesn’t take the bullshit and her patience runs short so she simply snatches your phone out of your hand and reads the text herself.

“I specifically remember you saying you’re not into that stuff. What else are you keeping from me about our sex life?”

You let out a long and tired sigh as the room falls silent and they all just stare at you in confusion before MJ slowly slides the phone back to you.

“Our sex life? There’s… there’s a you and Bucky?” Peter asks quietly, not sure what to do with the new information. An anxious chuckle slips from between your lips as you try to find a way to get yourself out of this massive trouble, but nothing comes to your mind. You’ve fought aliens, assassins, you were captured, tortured, went on a hundred mission in your life, yet now three kids defeated you with a game of Truth or Dare.

“Well, um… It’s a funny story, you know—I don’t… fuck,” you mumble, scratching the back of your neck.

“Are you like… together or is it just a friends with benefits thing?” MJ question, shooting you a curious look.

You don’t get to answer, because just as you are about to open your mouth, the man in talk walks in, a puzzled look on his face, phone in his hand, probably still dwelling on your latest message. His eyes spot you first, but then he realizes that you’re not alone and he freezes. It’s not that Bucky doesn’t like Peter or his friends, he just feels so far away from people these days, let alone teenagers who are about a century younger than him.

“Oh,” he breathes out, slowly walking closer to you. “Hello guys,” he murmurs shyly, trying to put the picture together as his eyes fall back to you and he sees how uncomfortable you are. Before he could get another word out, MJ speaks up and just as always, her raw style doesn’t disappoint any of you.

“Don’t worry, your girlfriend is not really into the Daddy stuff.”

You almost choke on your own breath as you turn to shoot her a glare, your hand moving to grab Bucky’s arm gently, sensing him growing more and more anxious with each second.

“MJ, I don’t think Sergeant Barnes is the right person to joke around with,” Ned mumbles, avoiding to even look at Bucky as you let out an airy chuckle.

“G-Girlfriend? We are not—“ Bucky starts, but you cut him off.

“No use to deny, Buck. They know it.”

Bucky huffs, closing his eyes for a moment before he moves closer to you, his hand coming to rest on your lower back. Despite the absurdity of the situation, this small little gesture makes your heart pitter-patter in your chest.

“Is there any chance this could stay between us, kids?” you ask with a charming smile, turning to the three troublemakers.

“I don’t know, what do we get out of keeping it a secret?” Peter purses his lips, pretending to have the higher ground, but you already know what’s about to come.

Bucky’s vibranium arm snaps to the counter top as he shoots a death glare over to the poor kid and though he definitely looks like he is ready to kill any moment, you know that it’s all just an act.

“How about I don’t rip your guts out, kid? That enough?” Bucky growls and while all three of them take a step back with wide eyes and dry throats, you just shake your head chuckling, placing a hand to his hard chest.

“Buck, no need to go all winter soldier on them. They’ll keep our secret, right?” you ask with an innocent smile and all three of them start nodding wildly, as if they just saw a ghost.

Seeing their reaction you realize it’s better if the game ends here and you let them be on their own. You thank for the fun time before grabbing Bucky’s arm and pull him out of the kitchen, heading up to your rooms.

“You shouldn’t have scared them that badly, Buck,” you scold him, but you still actually find it kind of funny, seeing their pale faces and fearful eyes at your boyfriend’s tough guy act.

“Well, they scare me too sometimes,” he mumbles shrugging. “Especially that MJ girl… she is just… weird.”

You can’t help but laugh at his words, a six feet tall super soldier with a metal arm being scared of a teenage girl with a big mouth, that’s quite an interesting concept.

“Hey,” you stop him before the two of you would part in the hallway. He turns back and his blue eyes soften on you. “Do you want to… sneak into my room?” you ask, biting into your bottom lip as you smirk up at him, sliding a hand up his chest, cupping his cheek in your palm. “We could have some fun… Daddy.”

“Wait, are you really into the daddy stuff?” he asks with wide eyes, making you cackle with your head falling back.

“Just shut up and come to my room,” you chuckle, pressing your lips against his as you pull him into your bedroom, shutting the door closed behind you.

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UNDER THE CANYON MOON

pairing: josh kiszka x female!reader warning(s): mostly fluff, just brief mentions of alcohol and sex  word(s): 2k note: hi hi hi !! this is just a little something i wrote up the last couple of days with the inspiration of light my love, canyon moon by harry styles, and the interview where josh talked about road-tripping the u.s. last summer <3 i don’t write one shots often but let me know what you all think bc i might shuffle some more out soon lol. hope you all enjoy !! :) 

The Los Angeles sun was hot, beating down onto the city basking in its late-summer hues. You parked your car on the street in Silver Lake and carried a bag of food and drink tray to the door of a recording studio, more than prepared to be swarmed by hungry boys who had been cooped up in the studio since five a.m. on the dot that morning. They had a breakthrough the night before with a new song, and after getting home and going to bed for a few hours, the creative juices started flowing again and they were back in the booth. 

A windchime on the door sang as you pulled the door open and walked inside, greeting their manager who was at a table by the door. 

“The boys here?” 

“Down the hall,” he nodded, pointing a finger in the direction of the hallway. “They’re more rowdy than usual so be prepared,” 

You laughed and turned down the hall, walking towards the studio. The walls were decorated with memorabilia of rock and roll greats and record plaques, and among them, you spotted a picture of the four boys with their Grammy award. It seemed like time had passed so quickly. They won the award for the first album and they were already working on their third, shooting them further into stardom. 

“Coffee’s here!” You shouted in a really bad New England accent when you noticed the recording light was flipped off above the door. 

You stepped into the room to a chorus of cheers and “thank god you're here”’s that made you laugh while sitting the food and drinks down on the table and they all rushed over. You handed out the specific orders and pointed to which drinks was theirs when they got handsy and tried to grab everything from her out of both excitement and some desperation for caffeine. 

“Our savior,” Jake said, reaching out and grabbing your shoulders to give them a gentle shake before taking the coffee you were holding out to him, and then you handed Danny’s to him, too. 

“Just the coffee girl here,” 

“Well, you’re a little bit more than that,” Josh said, walking over to the table to grab his full cup. 

You pressed a hand against the table, leaning over to him. “Just a little?” 

“A little bit,” he shot you a wink before swiftly pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

You were more than just a “little more” than the coffee girl, you were typically their designated drunk driver, the one who took all of their candid photos, the mediator in times of need, and well, the girlfriend of the lead singer, too. 

Everyone in the studio took their food and drinks and scattered among the seating area in a break from recording. Instead of one tiny room with all of them cramped together, they had a wide open space with booths for the different instruments and bean bag chairs and big comfy, velvet sofas, and there was dim lighting with deep toned rugs that gave off the vibe of a more relaxed feel rather than the fluorescent-light, tiled-floor feeling that made them feel rushed and confined by rules they didn’t set themselves. 

You liked the studio, too, and often took naps on the sofa while listening to them play instruments individually in the recording booths and while they were writing. One night they had found you at two a.m., bundled up with a blanket on the bean bag chair after they spent the night writing in the front room on the piano, but it wasn’t the first time as you often napped in their Nashville recording offices, too. 

“You guys been busy today?” You asked jokingly while lowering onto the sofa armrest, receiving nothing but glares shot in your direction. “Okay, okay, touchy subject,” 

With a mouthful of bread, Sam pointed to Josh, “Josh finished a song, didn’t you?” He was grinning. 

You hummed in joy and surprise, grabbing Josh’s knee as he sat next to you. “Really?” 

It had been a rough few days for all of them as they tried to shuffle out a few more additions to the new album. It felt incomplete with something missing, but they couldn’t quite put their finger on what it was exactly, so they attempted to bring back and revamp old songs, write and record new ones, but nothing seemed to stick, until now. 

“Yeah, wanted to wait and show you later, but someone can’t keep his trap shut.” Josh said, pretending to be serious before cracking a smile and taking a sip of his coffee. “Just wanted it to be a surprise,” 

“Well it can still be a surprise, I’m surprised now,” you said. “Can I hear it? Or read what you got?” 

Josh nodded and stood, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him. There was a little recording room fit with a piano inside, his writing journal placed on the music stand where he had scribbled notes and keys and melodies in pen. He picked it up and handed it to you. 

“Nothing seemed to click until last night, when I started putting it together.” He said. 

“Is that why you wouldn’t tell me what it was when you all got back to the house?” 

Josh shrugged, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. “Yeah, yeah, I wanted it to be special when you first heard it.”

You sat the coffee cup down onto the floor while lowering into the small chair in the corner, holding the journal like it was the most delicate piece of art in the world. In silence, while Josh watched on anxiously, you read the words he had splayed across the blank page. 

     Can you light my love?      Flames glowing bright as the sun      Deeper than oceans you run      Watch as our world has begun 

     Your mind is a stream of colors      Extending beyond our sky      A land of infinite wonders      A billion lightyears from here now

You felt your throat tighten, tears tempted your eyes. 

It was a love song. 

“Josh-” 

“Oh god you hate it don’t you, you dread it, despise it,” 

“Oh shut up, I’m in tears right now, you know I love it.” You looked up at him with a smile and a sniffle. 

His words across the page were sloppy, some cursive, written in different pens of different colors, some lines crossed and scribbled out, others underlined. 

“Your mind is something I will never fully understand.” You told him as he sat down on the chair next to you. “How the fuck did you come up with this-” 

“I was thinking about our trip out here, the week we spent driving out and all of the stuff we did… and how I think I fell more in love with you.” His voice softened. 

You reached out, placing your arm on his shoulder, fingers playing with his curls. “I can’t put it into words how much I love it, how much I love you,” you said, “and you make me sound so lovely when in reality I know I was a pain in the ass that entire trip.” 

“Yeah, but my pain in the ass,” he kissed the inside of your arm. 

Two weeks before the boys left Nashville to head to Los Angeles, Josh called you at midnight with an idea in mind – the two of you renting a camper to drive out to L.A., falling into all of the tourist traps along the way and stopping in random small towns to sleep while exploring the in between, which would definitely beat the boring four-hour flight. And you, half asleep and across the country, agreed. 

It would be fun. Right? 

And it was. Every time someone asked how it went, you called it “the most magical week of my life.” 

While the others waited behind for their flights the next week, you and Josh set off from Nashville, heading west with only the destination in mind and a trusty map in hand. Everything else just came to you both. 

The first stop was three hours in the trip, in Memphis. You and Josh roamed Graceland on Elvis Presley Boulevard and had lunch near Sun Studio before taking in the mementos and relics at the Blues Hall of Fame where Josh talked your ear off, rattling off more details about each band and singer than was on the info-cards on the wall. 

Then it was two hours to Little Rock, falling asleep in the back of the camper after a take-out dinner outside of a random supermarket. Sitting in lawn chairs in the middle of a parking lot, you held Josh’s hand under a blanket and watched the pink sunrise over the hills, and then it was back on the road again. 

From Oklahoma City to Amarillo, you fiddled with the map when Josh got lost after a wrong turn in a small town where he insisted on seeing the giant 66-foot LED soda bottle sculpture, and in the middle of northern Texas, he made it up to you by cooking your favorite dinner. You thanked him in a quiet whisper as you crawled into the bed with him that night, sliding under the covers where he greeted you with warm hands and kisses against your neck that made you squeal with the tickle of his mustache and he grinned against your lips. 

Josh got to choose the music all the way through New Mexico – Neil Young and Crazy Horse to John Denver’s Thank God I’m A Country Boy, and you were only able to squeeze in Joan Baez every hour when you stopped to stretch your legs on the side of the road, belting the words to him while he laughed at your voice cracks. 

And after you both pitched the tent in the Petrified Forest in Arizona, Josh hummed the tune to some new song while you two sat under the midnight stars in the canyon with a roaring fire, his arm around you, his sweatshirt draped over your shoulders. When he tried to start telling you a scary story after you heard a weird noise outside the tent, you blindly hit him in the dark and accidentally hit his nose, causing you both to burst into laughter after the initial panic left. He laughed loudly into your shoulder as you held his face in shock, catching the scent of your lavender lotion, and his body relaxed when the laughter died down, feeling so at peace in his life with you there. 

It was the tail end of the trip, but the excitement hadn’t died down yet. After showers in the camper in the middle-of-nowhere-Arizona and five hours west, you and Josh found a bar outside of Las Vegas that resembled Coyote Ugly, so you both had a round of tequila sodas and margaritas before walking around the small town that evening and sleeping off the tipsy-headaches in the air conditioning. On top of the covers, you looked at Josh napping in the sunshine, cheeks flushed red, curls poofy from the wind, and you felt your heart grow in your chest before falling asleep next to him. 

And then came Los Angeles, the final stop, the dreaded one. But you and Josh didn’t tell anyone that either of you were sad to be back with them in L.A. when they asked, and instead, you two smiled and hugged everyone after piling out of the camper in the drive-way of the Silver Lake house. 

Cleaning out the camper, tossing cheesy novelty t-shirts at each other and laughing at how many socks you two managed to lose along the way and how many bug bites were added, watching the developed clips Josh had filmed of scenes in the desert and you asleep in the passenger seat, you both were nostalgic about a trip that just ended. 

It was so easy, so freeing to just be together on the road, with only the destination in mind. It revealed a part of them that the other didn’t see often, like your tendencies to get your lefts and rights mixed up while giving directions, and Josh’s equally awful sense of direction didn’t exactly pair with the fact that he was a maniac while driving in the first place. 

But those parts were just added to the long list of why you and him loved each other in the first place. So you became the designated driver after Amarillo and Josh stuck to telling you “left or right” for the rest of the time. It was a compromise, another reason why you two worked so well together. 

It was a form of love in itself. 

“We’ll have to drive all the way back to Nashville then, so you can write more songs about me.” You teased. 

Josh rolled his eyes but cracked into a grin a second later. “Let’s not get too carried away,” but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t always mentally reliving the night under the canyon moon.

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[theladyofdeath]

Life As We Know It {Chapter 14}

Summary: After the sudden deaths of Nesta’s sister and Cassian’s best friend, they gain guardianship of their nephew, Nyx.

Based on Life As We Know It (2010) and a prompt sent in by anonymous for our Nessian fanfic contest. This is a modern au.

Instead of doing a tag list for this story, we have decided to have a set posting schedule. Chapters will be posted weekly on Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays. Occasional surprise chapters could be posted at miscellaneous times. Chapters will be posted on both my and Shelby’s blogs! >>@snelbz​

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Cassian was up far before Nesta, but that was to be expected.

He had worn her out, after all.

In all honesty, though, she had worn him out, too. And he sure as hell wasn’t complaining.

It had taken him a while to fall asleep the night before, to fully digest everything that had happened between the two of them. He didn’t regret it, not for a second, but it was…strange. Nesta Archeron was the last woman he thought he’d find himself in such a situation with.

It had been a pleasant surprise, to say the least. Even when he had finally fallen asleep, it was all he dreamt about.

His hands on her body.

The little sounds that fell from her lips.

The feeling of his mouth against hers.

The feeling of being inside of her.

Dressing, he crept downstairs, not wanting to wake her, and made a pot of coffee. Sitting at the kitchen table, he ran a hand through his messy hair.

Cassian had no idea what was going to come this morning. Was she going to pretend it never happened? Was she going to be mad or say that it was a mistake?

He sure as hell hadn’t thought it was a mistake. He’d loved every minute of the night they’d shared, but he knew that a line had been crossed between them.

He was going to let her decide what would come next.

It wasn’t two minutes after Cassian pulled a pan of crispy bacon out of the oven, he heard a door open at the top of the stairs. He smirked, but felt a sense of dread as footsteps slowly descended towards the kitchen.

Nesta appeared, dressed in long-sleeved flannel pajamas. She stopped in the doorway and cleared her throat.

“I made breakfast,” Cassian said, gesturing to the display on the countertop.

“Thanks,” Nesta said, scratching the back of her head.

“Care to join me at the table?” he asked.

Nesta hesitated, then nodded. “Sure. Thanks.”

Cassian said nothing more as he made her a plate, then himself one, and carried them to the table. He was already popping a piece of bacon into his mouth when Nesta sat.

“So,” Cassian began. “How are you?”

“Good,” Nesta answered, a little too quickly. “You?”

“Good,” Cassian said, nodding.

Silence ensued.

They ate quietly. Cassian glanced at Nesta from time to time. Nesta did the same. Eventually, Cassian dropped his fork on his plate and ran a hand through his hair.

“Alright, this is ridiculous,” he said.

Nesta raised a brow. “What is?”

“This awkwardness,” Cassian said, laughing quietly. “I mean, we fucked, right?”

Nesta nearly choked on a piece of bacon. “We….”

“Had sex,” Cassian finished. “We did, and you know what? It was good. But when we went to bed, it was awkward. And this morning? Still awkward. Why is it awkward?”

“Because we had drunk sex,” she said, laughing, despite herself. “We got drunk and we hooked up, like horny teenagers and…” She shook her head, and looked up at him. And she burst out laughing.

“And we’re adults,” he said, laughing along with her. “We made that choice. I liked that choice. I’d make that choice again.”

Nesta’s laughter quieted. “I know. I don’t either, but…”

Cassian took a drink of his coffee, smirking. “Was it not the best sex of your life?”

Nesta began blushing, and she bit her lip as she moved the eggs around her plate. “I plead the fifth.”

“That’s a cop-out answer,” Cassian said, his mouth full.

Nesta laughed. “So what?”

Cassian’s grin said plenty. “Fair enough. I mean, it was a one time thing, right?”

“Right,” Nesta said, without any hesitation. “So, there’s no need to feel awkward, right?”

“Right,” Cassian agreed. “We were letting off some steam, some stress, and now we’re fine.”

“Exactly,” Nesta said, scooping up a mouthful of eggs.

That silence resumed.

A few minutes later, Nesta said, “It was pretty good, though.”

Cassian chuckled. “Oh, I know.”

She kicked his shin beneath the table.

His grin widened.

“What do you have going on today?” Cassian asked, at last.

“Work,” Nesta answered, simply. “You’ll pick Nyx up?”

“I will,” he promised.

“Great,” she said, taking a drink of her coffee. She glanced at the clock and jumped to her feet. “Shit, I need to go get ready.”

“Go,” he chuckled, shooing her off. “I’ll handle the kitchen.”

She glanced around at the room, which was still a wreck from the night before. Her bikini top was looped over one of the drawer pulls and she blushed.

She couldn’t believe it.

She had sex with Cassian, her sworn enemy for years.

And the most surprising thing of all? She had liked it.

A lot.

He hadn’t been lying when he said it would be the best sex of her life. There was no comparison, whatsoever.

Even waking up after a fantastic night of sleep, Nesta still felt amazing. She was relaxed, albeit a bit sore. Nearly giddy.

And all because of Cassian.

*

Since the accident, Nesta hadn’t spent nearly as much time at the restaurant as she usually did. And not nearly as often as she liked. Her staff had absolutely understood that she needed to get accustomed to her new life and how things worked, but as she hurried between the dining room and the kitchen, she couldn’t help but feel like she was in a bit over her head.

Granted, her mind kept trailing back to the activities she’d had the night before, which flustered her to no end every time she thought about them. She was staring at an open laptop in front of her, the PDF of the new menu staring back, when she heard a throat clearing from the doorway of her office.

She glanced up and found Helion standing there. He was her general manager and made sure everything ran smoothly when she wasn’t there, and he was a blessing in her life.

“What’s up?”

He looked around before slipping into the chair across the desk from her. “You going to tell me what’s got you spacing out so badly today that you mixed fresh salmon into the chicken salad base?”

Nesta cringed, but tried not to show it. “I wanted to try a new recipe. If it bombs, it bombs.”

Helion lifted a brow, not believing her lie for a second.

“What?” Nesta asked.

“Did the walk of shame this morning, did you?” He asked, a familiar mischievous glint in his eye.

Nesta hesitated. “Is it still a walk of shame if you never leave your house?”

Helion’s brows furrowed but then the dots connected. His mouth fell open as his eyes widened. “You fucked the hot uncle?”

Nesta groaned, her face falling into her hands.

Helion had no sympathy. He asked, “Is he the one that’s sitting at the bar asking for you?”

Nesta’s hands fell and she met Helion’s eye.

Helion shrugged. “Didn’t think I just came back here to chat, did you?”

“I…” Nesta was up before she could even think through what she might say to him, rounding her desk and hurrying towards the front of the restaurant.

She wasn’t sure if Cassian’s mid-day appearance was a good thing or not. On one hand, he may have stopped by with Nyx after picking him up from Elain’s. On the other, what if something was wrong? What if Nyx had had a bad night or something had happened? Her steps slowed and she paused before she left the kitchens, taking a deep breath.

Nothing was wrong. She wouldn’t accept any other answer. Tucking her loose hair behind an ear, she pushed through the door.

But she didn’t find Cassian sitting at the bar.

It was Balthazar, whose brown eyes she met and her smile faltered, but only a little. She had it back in place before he had time to notice.

“Figured out how I recognized you,” he said, as she approached from the other side of the bar.

“I see that,” she laughed, softly.

“Turns out I come here often,” he continued, his smile growing. “Turns out, so do you.”

“I would say I make an appearance here from time to time,” she agreed. “So, stop in for lunch?”

“I had the day off,” he explained, shrugging. “Errand day.”

She was just now noticing the designer sweatpants and hoodie he wore. His sneakers alone probably cost a couple hundred dollars.

Apparently the rumors were true…

Doctors made good money.

“And this was on your list?” Nesta asked.

Bal chuckled. “Well, last night I got to thinking that I’ve seen you here once or twice. It just clicked. So, I googled the restaurant, and, believe it or not, the owner’s picture is on the website.”

“Huh,” Nesta chimed. “Funny.”

“Mhmm,” Balthazar crooned. “I thought so. So, I thought I’d come visit and, yeah, maybe stay for lunch.”

“Well, lucky for you, the lunch special of the day is the prime dip, and I must say that it’s absolutely delicious,” Nesta said.

He closed the menu on the bar top in front of him. “Sounds perfect.”

“Give me just a minute to get that for you, and I’ll be right back. Can I get you something to drink?” She asked, sliding the menu below the bar.

“Drink drink or just to drink?” He asked and his smile did strange things to her stomach.

“Oh, I don’t have a liquor license,” she said, scrunching her nose. Too many hoops to jump through, but she would have loved to serve wine with her food. The pairings she would come up with were tempting. “Water, your everyday sodas, and homemade fruit teas.”

“Fruit tea, huh?” He tapped a contemplative finger against his chin.

She couldn’t have stopped the grin if she tried. “Has that piqued your interest?”

“Depends on what flavors you have,” he said, folding his arms across the bar. “I’m very choosy about my fruit tea.”

She laughed, quietly. “Mango, raspberry, strawberry, and passion fruit.”

“Passion fruit,” he repeated. “I like the sound of that.”

“Okay,” Nesta said, quietly with a little smile she couldn’t stop, and hurried back to the kitchen.

Helion was waiting for her behind the swinging door, grinning from ear to ear.

“Not him,” Nesta said, sweeping past him.

“Still handsome!” Helion called after her.

Nesta ignored him, not wanting to give him too much information on her current man-drama, even though she could tell he was far too invested in her private life.

After putting his order in, Nesta was heading back into her office and shutting herself inside, if only to shut out Helion.

When she had rounded the corner and saw it wasn’t Cassian, there was the tiniest bit of disappointment that she had to quickly push away. Then again, it also meant that everything had apparently gone okay with Nyx, which Nesta was happy about.

She and Cassian had been a one time thing.

Yes, they had called a truce, but it didn’t mean anything more than them being civil with one another. It meant co-parenting. Maybe even one day becoming something that resembled friends…but nothing more.

She tried to focus on the proof of the menu she was editing, tried to pay attention to the descriptions she typed out and the pictures she selected as focal points. But after she ended up choosing the wrong picture three times in a row, she closed her laptop and sighed, letting her face fall into her hands. She was distracted and she genuinely couldn’t tell if it was due to the man sitting out at the bar or if it was thanks to the one at home.

Balthazar’s order was up, and Nesta was delighted to find that someone, most likely Helion, had brought him his tea. When she set his plate down in front of him, his tongue swept across his bottom lip, and Nesta couldn’t help but notice.

“This looks amazing,” he said.

“And your tea?” Nesta asked.

“Pretty good,” he grinned.

Damn his smile. Every time he smiled, Nesta couldn’t help but smile back.

“Well, it was great seeing you,” Nesta said, and she meant it. “I should get back to work, though, I’m pretty booked.”

“Of course,” he said, understandingly. “I get it. I did want to ask you, though, if you were free on Saturday night?”

It was only a few nights away, and at first, Nesta hesitated, but then she thought it was ridiculous that she was hesitating, so she said, “Yeah, I’m free.”

“Good,” Bal said, cocking his head to the side. “How about that date, then?”

“I’ll have to check with Cassian,” she said, and when his eyebrows raised, she added hastily, “To make sure he doesn’t already have plans. It’s- We alternate who gets weekends off, and I made a deal with him last weekend.”

Balthazar nodded, and he took another sip of his tea. “Well, then you just let me know if Saturday will work and if not, we’ll figure out another day.”

She smiled and nodded. “Okay.” Nesta turned and was almost back to the door leading to the kitchen when she turned and said, “Lunch is on me today, by the way.”

His own smile was dazzling when he said, “My compliments to the chef.”

With a shy wave, though Nesta wasn’t sure she had a timid bone in her body, she was through the door and headed back to her office. Helion was on her heels a second later, trailing her through the doorway.

“One minute, you’re banging the hot uncle and the next, a Greek god asks you out on a date?” He said, his brows flicking up. “You apparently have fate on speed dial and I need you to give me her number.”

“Shut up,” she groaned, collapsing into her chair. “Don’t you have orders to help cook?”

He hummed quietly as he left her to her thoughts, but did as she said, finding his way back onto the grill line.

Nesta glanced over at the clock. Only two in the afternoon. It was going to be a long day.

*

Nyx blew a raspberry, landing a spray of sweet potato directly on Cassian’s face. His body stilled, but when Nyx started giggling, Cassian’s body quickly relaxed.

“Very funny,” he said, ruffling Nyx’s hair as he stood and went to the sink. After tearing a paper-towel off the roll, he held it under the faucet and wiped off his face.

The front door opened and closed.

“Hello?” Nesta called.

“Kitchen!” Cassian replied. “Nyx is making a mess!”

Nesta was in the kitchen in no time, hurrying to Nyx and kissing his chubby cheeks. “Hi, my love. I missed you. Yes, I did.”

Nyx babbled incoherently in response.

“How was your day?” Cassian asked, wiping off the last bit of potato from his eyebrow.

“Long,” she admitted. “Right before I was about to leave, a shipment of fresh ingredients came in that I needed to get stocked and inventoried.” She dumped a few of the strawberry-banana puffs into her hand and popped one of them into her mouth. “If I have to count another head of lettuce today, my head might explode.”

“Well, fortunately,” Cassian chuckled. “There are no heads of lettuce here for you to count.”

“Have you eaten yet?” She asked, heading for the fridge. “I’m starving.”

“There’s pizza on the way,” he said, attempting to get another spoonful of sweet potatoes into Nyx’s mouth. “I wasn’t sure when you’d be home, or if you’d feel like cooking.”

“You’re a blessing,” she sighed, and sat down at the kitchen table. She watched as Nyx continued to spray food into his face and chuckled quietly. “You want me to take over?”

“Nah,” he said, leaving the splattered sweet potato where it stuck to his face. “No need for both of us to get covered.”

“How gallant of you,” Nesta chuckled, opening the fridge and pulling out a can of Coca-Cola. She rarely did caffeine, but after the day she had, it was necessary. “I, um, did have a question for you.”

Cassian looked over his shoulder, brow raised.

Nesta couldn’t help but smile at the specks of sweet potato that covered his face.

“I was wondering if I could go out Saturday night,” Nesta said. “I mean, I know last weekend I went out, and I don’t want to take advantage of your kindness-.”

“With the doctor?” Cassian interrupted. His tone wasn’t hard, but it did seem uncertain, or another emotion that Nesta couldn’t quite place.

“Yeah,” Nesta began, cracking open her can. “He came by the restaurant today and asked me to dinner on Saturday night. I told him I’d have to talk to you about it first, since I said I’d have Nyx.”

“I see,” Cassian said, turning back to Nyx.

“If it’s an issue, if you have plans, I don’t mind telling him no-.”

“You should go,” Cassian said, shrugging. “I have no plans. I can stay here.”

She blinked, watching him. “You’re sure?”

“You sound like you don’t want me to be sure,” he said, glancing at her over his shoulder. “Are you looking for a reason to say no?”

“No,” she replied, quickly. “It’s just… After last night-.”

“We hooked up,” he shrugged. “We blew off some steam, in a very physical way. But that was that, and, like we said this morning, it was a one time thing, yeah?” She nodded. “Alright, then if you want to say yes, say yes. I can watch Nyx.”

She hesitated for a second, but her smile grew. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he repeated, and gave her a smile of his own. “Go relax for a bit, I’ll let you know when the pizza is here.”

She nodded and was about to head up the stairs, but she turned around, wiping the smeared baby food off his face and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Thanks, Cass.”

He mumbled something and waved her off, and she grabbed her phone from her purse before she hurried up to her room.

After changing out of her work clothes and into something far more comfier, she fell back on her bed and unlocked her phone.

Balthazar’s messages were soon pulled up, and Nesta was sending him a text.

Saturday sounds great. Pick me up at 7?

She didn’t wait for his response before tossing her phone aside and going through her nightly routine. She figured she would eat and call it a day.

She was beat.

After washing her face and pulling up her hair, Nesta walked back into her room just as her phone lit up on top of her comforter.

Balthazar.

I won’t be a second late.

#nessian #nesta #cassian #acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf #fanfic #fanfiction #nesta x cassian #cassian x nesta #shacmc lawki #collab #snelbz x tacmc #sjm

[here4theheartbreak]

Afternoon Naps (myg + pjm)

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Relationships: Jimin x Yoongi Genre: smut Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~5.5k

Tags: Smut, Consensual Somnophilia, Vampires, Dirty Talk, Multiple Orgasms, Coming Untouched, Established Relationship, Vampire Sex, Vampire Biting/Blood Drinking, Sleeping Medication, Consensual Necrophilia (Technically), Temporary Character Death, Vampire Min Yoongi, Human Park Jimin, Bottom Park Jimin

Summary: Jimin finds out his boyfriend's biggest secret, and reveals his own biggest kink. They realize that this can benefit both of them.

A/N: Fifth Kinktober fic, day 7: somnophlia; this fic is also filling a request from ages ago. @sujigguk requested a fic with “you’re not human”

A/N 2: The fic contains technically necrophilia -- vampire lore in this fic has the vampire "dying" (i.e. heart/breathing stops, body goes cold, rigor mortis sets in) while resting in their coffins. All sexual acts are discussed and consented to by both parties prior to this.

“Jimin!” Yoongi’s voice was sharp… And not all that happy when he opened the door of his apartment. Jimin smiled sheepishly. 

“Surprise?” He said softly. 

“What are you doing here?”

Yoongi looked tense as he stood in the doorway. From what Jimin could see over his shoulder, his blinds were drawn, and his apartment was still mostly dark. Strange, given it was nearly ten in the morning.

“Did I wake you?”

Yoongi hesitated. “No.”

Jimin’s smile faded a little. “I wanted to come by… It’s been a week.”

“We’ve been texting.” 

Jimin’s smile disappeared completely. “I disturbed you. I’m sorry.” He backed up, ready to head down the hall.

“Wait, no, Jimin. Don’t go. You just surprised me, I’m not used to visitors coming by unexpectedly.”

Jimin looked at him, trying to gauge if he was being sincere. Jimin and Yoongi had been dating for nearly six months. It was great. Yoongi was always there for him, their dates were fun, and they never ran out of things to talk about. The sex was mind blowing. Sure, they fought a little, but never a big thing. The one oddity in all their time together… Was that Jimin was never invited to sleep over at Yoongi’s. Yoongi had stayed at Jimin’s a few times, and Jimin had come over once or twice, but never for more than a few minutes. 

The last time they were together in person, Jimin had hinted at wanting to stay over at Yoongi’s one night. Yoongi had seemed okay with the idea, but also a bit stiff about it. 

“I should have texted,” Jimin finally said.

“Yes,” Yoongi agreed. “But… You’re here, I can spare a few minutes.” He sighed heavily and stepped aside, letting Jimin in. 

“Dark,” Jimin commented as he entered. “Are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.” He reached out for Yoongi’s head, only to have Yoongi jerk away.

“I’m fine.”

Jimin scowled then, crossing his arms. “What’s wrong with you?”

Yoongi blinked at him. 

“You’re acting weird. I’ve been with you half a year, I know when you’re not yourself. What’s wrong?”

“It…” Yoongi’s shoulders sagged. “It’s very hard to explain.”

“Well try. I don’t appreciate being kept in the dark. Literally or figuratively.” Jimin went to flip on a light. 

Yoongi grabbed his wrist. His hand was frigid, and his grip was tight. Jimin gasped. 

“Don’t.” Yoongi’s voice was sharp.

“Wh… What’s going on? You’re kinda starting to scare me.”

“I don’t mean to.” Yoongi let go of Jimin’s wrist.

“Why are you so cold?” Jimin went forward. Yoongi backed away but Jimin ignored him, grabbing his face. “Jesus, you’re freezing. Are you sick?”

“Not exactly,” Yoongi mumbled.

“Why won’t you look at me?”

“Jimin, please…” Yoongi leaned into his touch, his eyes screwed shut. “Please just go home… I promise, I’ll explain everything tonight.”

“No. You can explain right now, Min Yoongi.” Jimin crossed his arms and stood in front of the door, facing Yoongi. 

“It’s not easy,” Yoongi muttered. Jimin remained silent. He sighed. “Fine. I… I really wanted us to last.”

Jimin narrowed his eyes, not liking how this was sounding. Yoongi stuffed his hands into his pockets. 

“I’m a monster.”

“What makes you a monster?” Jimin pressed.

“Fangs? Death? Drinking blood?” Yoongi shrugged. “Any number of things. I mean a literal monster.”

Jimin laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, come on, don’t be silly. Yoongi, what is it really?” He asked. He flicked on the light. Yoongi winced visibly, raising his hand to shield from the indoor light.

Jimin’s entire body went cold. Yoongi was standing in front of him. His Yoongi – lean muscle and a sweet, round face, gentle eyes and guitar callused fingers… But not his Yoongi at the same time. The person in front of him was paler than Yoongi – his face almost grey it was so pale. His eyes were dark. Not just dark, but the pupils seemed to have expanded, filling the whites of his eyes and giving him a demonic gaze. 

Yoongi let his hand fall, his expression timid despite the horror his features implied. 

“You’re not human,” Jimin whispered.

“I’m a monster,” Yoongi agreed. “A vampire… Specifically.” He looked down. “Are you going to run away screaming now?”

“Make me, you troll,” Jimin grumbled. He let his arms fall and took a cautious step forward. 

“I’m a vampire, not a troll.”

Jimin grinned at that, seeing the curve of a smile on Yoongi’s lips. “I’ll get it right eventually… Am I in danger? Standing here like this?”

“No. I have excellent control over my feeding… Why aren’t you scared?” Yoongi looked up, meeting Jimin’s gaze.

“I am.”

“You aren’t showing it… Aside from a fast heartbeat… I can’t see any fear on your pretty face. And your heart beats fast around me all the time.”

Jimin smiled. “Flirting isn’t gonna get you out of the doghouse… Why didn’t you tell me before?”

“You’re right.” Yoongi snapped his fingers. “I always forget. When is the right date to tell your new boyfriend you died and came back as a bloodsucking creature of the night? That once a week you have to spend a day in a coffin literally dead or you get wildly sick? Isn’t it the third? Or no, the seventh?”

Jimin slapped Yoongi’s shoulder with some force, smirking when he cried out, rubbing it. “Weak for a vampire.”

“I’m immortal, not immune to my boyfriend’s abuse,” Yoongi grumbled.

“Do you drink blood?”

“Of course I do.”

“Human?”

“When I can.”

“From live people?”

“Is that jealousy I hear in your tone, Mr. Park?”

Jimin glared. “You lied to me for six months, I’m allowed to interrogate you.”

Yoongi smiled softly. “I’m frankly just… In amazement that you’re still standing here. And no… Not live humans, not for a very long time. You may proceed with the interrogation – but I insist on us moving out of my hallway and to an actual sitting location.” He pointed to the couch.

“Do you have anything to drink? If I open your fridge… Will I find bags of blood?”

Yoongi made a noise of offense and crossed his arms. “Of course not, I’m not some barbarian. You’ll find a recyclable bottle of that’s filled with blood. But my sodas are in the door.”

Jimin went over to the fridge and opened it. Sure enough, there were three large water bottles filled with a very suspicious reddish liquid. He grabbed a soda from the door and went over to the couch, sitting next to Yoongi.

“How old are you? I’m guessing that twenty-seven was a lie.”

“I was twenty-seven when I died. Thirty-one years ago.”

“Oooh, I bagged myself a silver fox, huh?”

Yoongi huffed once more. “I died at twenty-seven.”

“Mhm… And now you’re fifty-eight.” 

“Jimin, I’m gonna…” 

Jimin giggled. “I guess I shouldn’t tease you… You might bite me… Would you?”

“Bite you? Not unless you asked.”

“Would it turn me into a vampire?”

“No. There’s a very specific ritual for that.”

Jimin nodded. “Cool. So, what does a vampire do? Aside from drinking blood… What’s special about you? I’ve seen you in the day. You complain a whole lot, but you don’t sparkle or ignite like a firework. We’ve taken plenty of pictures together… And you eat way too much garlic. You also sleep at night, and probably too long… And you aren’t any stronger than I am.”

“You’re making me feel real great here, Jimin,” Yoongi joked, smiling as he spoke.

Jimin laughed. “Sorry—I just mean… You seem human. I’ve never… Really assumed anything was off about you.”

“The great thing about humans, is that you all really like to assume everyone is like you. You avoid the things that support the opposite. Inhuman behavior, to some degree, so long as it’s not shocking or jarring, you can brush off as an odd quirk, a funny trait. I’m close to human, yes, but I am not human. I complain in the sun because my skin is sensitive. Bursting into flames is a myth, but I do burn far easier than most humans. My skin’s melanin has decayed over the years without cellular growth.”

“Which is why you’re so pale too.”

Yoongi grunted an affirmative. “Garlic is a myth, as is the no reflection thing. I’m sure hundreds of years ago, maybe? There might have been some truth to it, but modern technology and modern mirrors work different, so I can see myself the same as you. I am stronger than you, but I do well at hiding it most of the time. Any displays of it, you either don’t see, or brush aside. I do also sleep at night, yes – because I’ve put myself on a human schedule. I do this so I can live among you all without problems. Once a week though, I must sleep during the day. Sleeping at night is akin to a human living on a series of short naps at mid-afternoon. It’s not fully restful and it’s dangerous to do long term. I compensate by sleeping through the day one day per week, in the appropriate resting place.”

“R… Resting place?”

“My coffin.”

Jimin’s eyes bulged. “Coffin?”

“Yes, I am dead. I have a coffin.”

“That you sleep in?”

“Once a week. Otherwise, I sleep in the bed.” 

Jimin nodded, his brows furrowed. 

“Gonna run yet?” Yoongi asked.

“No… Is there anything else different?”

“Well… We’re excellent in bed,” Yoongi joked. Jimin glanced up. “I mean it. We have a… Special thing about us. You’ve had sex with other men before me, right?”

“Yeah, a few.”

“Haven’t you ever noticed that when we have sex… I’m much—”

“Harder.”

Yoongi nodded. 

Jimin pouted. “I assumed it was because I just really turned you on. It’s because you’re a vampire?”

“Well, no, you really do turn me on... A lot. But a few days after I do my daytime sleep, I get naturally more rigid. I’m not sure why – I think it has something do with… Ah, well it’s gross. But it just happens.”

Jimin sat back, sighing softly. “You’re immortal.”

“Yes.”

“Honestly… I think that’s the thing that bothers me most about this. Not that you’re undead or drink blood or… But that you’re gonna never grow old. And I’m…”

“I’m sorry,” Yoongi whispered.

“If we work out…” Jimin began. “And stay together… You’ll turn me, right? You’d have to – for us to… Be together.”

“Not necessarily. While I wouldn’t hate the idea of someone’s company in my life… I know that a limited existence is so valued and important. It’s something that I would be willing to discuss… If we work out, and when you are older.”

Jimin nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Yoongi pressed. “That’s it?”

Jimin shrugged. “We all have secrets, Yoongi.”

“I doubt you have a secret as big as this, Jimin.”

“No… But I have one that… People have left for.”

Yoongi seemed to perk up a little at that, his brows furrowed. Despite the difference in his eyes, the sleek black, Jimin found his expression endearing and sweet. 

“I like your eyes like this… Can you change them at will?” He asked.

“No. They’re like this because I’ve not fed for a while. I have to keep myself fed and rested or they shift; they’ll be back to normal after I wake up and drink… What secret could you have that’s so big, Jimin?” 

“Well… I…” Jimin winced. “God, it’s weird as hell, I’m so sorry.”

“I won’t run,” Yoongi promised. “You’re sitting here next to me after finding out I’m a living dead monster. The least I can do is listen to your secret and try to understand.”

Jimin smiled softly at that. He nodded. “I like… Sleep sex.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like I like the idea of… Having sex with someone while they sleep or are unconscious. With their consent! I mean… I’d never… Do something nonconsensual.”

Yoongi remained silent a moment, thinking. “Do you want someone to have sex with you while you sleep? Or do you want to have sex with someone while they sleep?”

“Both, I guess. I like the idea of both. I’ve never done it. Most people stop talking to me after I tell them.”

“Why would they?” Yoongi pressed. “We all have kinks and fantasies.”

“Yeah, but a lot of them see it as a form of rape. And I get it, it’s a super grey area. You can’t change your mind while you’re asleep, so like… If you say it’s okay, and then as you drift off to sleep decide you don’t want it… Then it becomes nonconsent.”

Yoongi nodded in understanding. “Well I think that can be resolved just by open communication,” he said, touching his hand to his chin in thought. “If you trust your partner and they trust you, you two should be able to communicate what is and isn’t okay. I don’t think a kink like this is unsafe or unhealthy, as long as – like you said – it’s done with full consent.”

Jimin smiled cautiously, his heart skipping a beat. “You mean… You don’t find it gross?”

“Not at all.” Yoongi smiled. “I’m glad you shared it with me. I still don’t think it’s worse than me being a blood sucking monster… But I know it’s a secret you hold close, so I appreciate your trust. But… Would you want to try this with me someday?”

“Would I ever?” Jimin asked. He chuckled a little. “I fantasize about it a lot.” 

Yoongi smirked. He moved little closer, pulling Jimin to him. “Would you want to try it today?” He asked softly.

Jimin’s eyes widened. Yoongi continued. “Look… When I sleep… In my coffin. I’ll be honest with you. I don’t breathe. I don’t move. I am… For all intents and purposes… Dead. I don’t decay, obviously. But my body goes very cold, my lungs and heart go still… And my body stiffens, as a corpse would. That includes… My dick.”

Jimin remained quiet, processing what Yoongi was suggesting. Yoongi slid his hands over Jimin’s shoulders slowly as he spoke. “So, if someone… Say my very curious, very human boyfriend… Happened to get horny while I was sleeping in my coffin… He could climb in and use my body… Ride me… And I’d remain fully unconscious no matter what.”

“Because you’re dead…” Jimin clarified. 

Yoongi nodded. “Temporarily. I wouldn’t wake for anything, unless you shined sunlight on my body. So… If you want to do this…”

“Would you fuck me when you wake?” Jimin said quickly. “If I was sleeping, would you… Return the favor?”

“I wake in the late afternoon usually. You’d likely still be up.”

“Not if I took a sleeping pill,” Jimin suggested. “I have some, I used to get nightmares and they help. I don’t use them often, but I bring them just in case. I could take one after… And you could… Help get rid of your afternoon wood with my body.”

Yoongi shifted visibly on the couch. His tongue darted out, swiping over his lips. Jimin smirked. He leaned forward, sliding his hands up Yoongi’s thighs. “Does that idea sound good? You like it.”

Yoongi nodded. “I do,” he breathed. 

“We can do it today?”

“Yes but… Jimin… You understand what I mean. When I lay in my coffin… You will be looking at the equivalent of a corpse.”

“I understand. But you’re still you. You say you’ll only be still and cold… You won’t be decaying or rotting or anything you associate with a dead body. And you’ll be waking up and… We’ll be together.”

“Of course.”

“Would it turn you on? Knowing I used you while you… Rested?”

Yoongi smiled softly, lowering his gaze. “Frankly? That’s… An incredibly sexy thought. The thought of you climbing into my coffin with me alone is enough to… Well… I’ve thought of it more than once. I never even imagined you’d be willing to… Let alone wanting to… Do more.”

“Should I stay in the coffin with you? After I finish?”

“I’m afraid not.” Yoongi shook his head. “Waking from my rest is a very jarring thing. I fear I might accidentally hurt you. I have a bed in my room next to the coffin, you can sleep there.”

Jimin nodded. “I do want this as long as you do. And I do want you to… Do the same.”

Yoongi leaned forward, kissing Jimin gently. 

“Hey… You’re a vampire… Don’t you have fangs?”

“They retract. When I’m resting they will come out, so don’t kiss me – you could get poked. But when I’m awake I can pull them in and out as needed.”

“Can I see them?” Jimin whispered. 

Yoongi seemed to be thinking about it. He grinned then. His wide, gummy grin suddenly became something much more frightening… And sexier, when Jimin realized his canines had lengthened and transformed into sharp, deadly points. Jimin’s breath left in a rush. 

“Oh wow…”

Yoongi’s smile dropped again to a relaxed expression. “Satisfied?” He asked, his tone slightly breathier with the fangs in the way. 

Jimin nodded. “I think you need to go to bed soon,” he murmured.

Yoongi smirked, one fang peeking out of his lip. “Horny bastard.”

“Not my fault.” Jimin squeezed Yoongi’s thighs. “Should I wait out here?”

“Please. Though it’s not disturbing I do like going to sleep alone. You’re free to come in in about fifteen minutes… I’ll be resting by then. The lube is in the top drawer of the dresser in the bedroom. 

“See you in the evening,” Jimin said. Yoongi rose and leaned forward, pecking Jimin’s mouth gently. 

Fifteen minutes had never been so damn slow. Jimin finished his drink and paced around the apartment, trying to distract from the ticking clock. He took the time to explore Yoongi’s place; he’d never had a chance to before. He had quite a number of interesting trinkets that Jimin wanted to ask about when he woke up. He pulled off his coat and tugged on one of Yoongi’s hoodies, hugging himself in it as Yoongi’s scent drifted into his nostrils from the warm fabric. 

Finally. Fifteen minutes had passed. Jimin entered the bedroom carefully, letting his eyes adjust to the room, even darker than the living room. He found a lamp near a comfy looking bed and flicked it on, looking around. The light was soft, diffused by the heavy shade. In the center of the room was a large, dark coffin. Jimin approached it carefully, his heart in his throat. Inside was Yoongi, looking much paler than usual. He was entirely still, arms resting across his bare belly. He was in his boxers, his cock comically rigid, tenting the front up obscenely. He was stunning. 

Jimin hurried over to the dresser and opened the drawer, finding the lube easily. He shucked his jeans and boxers, crawling onto the bed. He set his sleeping medication on the bedside stand and relaxed into the pillow. It smelled richly of Yoongi’s scent, his cock thickening against his thigh. He moaned softly, stroking himself. He looked over at the coffin, his stomach clenching. This was really happening. He poured some of the lube on his fingers and spread it over his hole, sighing contentedly as he pushed a finger in to prep himself. 

When he was ready, Jimin rose, sliding the lube and his phone into his pocket. He went over to the coffin, taking a moment to gaze down at his beautiful lover. A vampire… He knew he’d likely have a moment of realization down the line – the understanding that this simple confession had flipped his life upside down. But he’d never been one to shy away from the macabre or bizarre, and he always wondered if supernatural creatures existed. Yoongi’s confirmation of that was… Unexpected, but not unwanted. 

Jimin carefully straddled Yoongi’s lap. He knew he couldn’t wake him, but the fear was half the fun. Yoongi was still hard, his position entirely unchanged from the first moment Jimin saw him. Jimin pulled his boxers down just under his balls, smirking when he saw the tip was a deep purple red. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked gently, surprised to find it cool to the touch. Yoongi really was a living dead person. 

A surprising twinge of arousal spiked through Jimin, making him shudder. He wondered if Yoongi could still come in this state. Only one way to find out.

He shifted over, taking the lube from his hoodie with shaking hands and adding some to Yoongi’s cock, and more to his own stretched hole. He moved over and began to settle into Yoongi’s cock, muffling his quiet gasps in his other hand. Yoongi’s cock was so hard it was almost painful. There was none of the give he was used to, forcing his ass open wide to take the tip, and sliding deep into him. He whimpered, shuddering hard when he took his entire length. 

“Yoongi,” he whined softly. Curious, he reached out, touching Yoongi’s pale, cool face. He held his hand by his nose for a moment. Nothing. No movement of air, no shift, nothing. He moaned again, reality slowly sinking in. There was nothing normal or right about this. But God, it felt good. He dropped his hand down, pulling Yoongi’s top lip back. As promised, there they were, sharp fangs, glinting dangerously. Jimin touched one, ever so tempted to prick his finger on it, let Yoongi taste him… But no. Jimin pulled his hand back. That could be discussed at a later time. He settled back on Yoongi’s stiff cock and whimpered. There was no give. He was gonna lose it fast at this rate.

Jimin began to ride him, moaning openly as Yoongi’s cock slid over his prostate. He reached into his hoodie and removed his phone, holding it up. He found his camera app and angled it to show his face first, his cheeks mottled red with arousal. He moaned openly as he pressed record, not bothering to shy away from looking and sounding obscene. 

“Your cock is so hard, Yoongi. You’re gonna break my ass in half, oh!” He shuddered, biting his lip and twisting his hips down. “Fuck, I’ve never had something this hard up my asshole, Yoongi… I’m gonna gape for hours after I’m done with you.”

He whined, his throat clicking as he struggled to swallow. He turned the camera, filming Yoongi’s body before turning it and balancing it behind him, so he could film himself riding Yoongi. He glanced back, smirking when he realized the camera was catching each long stroke, Yoongi’s cock sinking back into his ass. He spread himself and leaned forward, giving more light for the camera. He fucked himself hard and fast onto Yoongi’s cock, moaning and begging for more, not hiding the pleasure he was getting. He reached back and grabbed the phone, holding it up again.

“I’m gonna come, Yoongi,” he whined. “I’m gonna come from using your thick, hard cock, right here in your coffin. Wanna see?”

He turned the camera and lifted the front of the hoodie. His cock was bouncing with each thrust of his body, slapping gently off Yoongi’s still stomach. 

“I’m so glad you slept shirtless,” Jimin panted. “Make me come, Yoongi… Oh God, please… Fuck my ass harder…” He moved faster, whining high in his throat. It shifted to a shout when his cock began to spurt, shooting ropes of come over Yoongi’s hands and belly. He stroked himself, still riding Yoongi’s cock as he milked the last come from himself. He shuddered and giggled, moving the camera behind him as he pulled off Yoongi. He held his ass open, feeling the cool air tickle him far more intimately than it should.

“Look at that gape,” he mumbled. “Too bad it’s not dripping with your come.” He pulled the camera back as he crawled out of the coffin.

“I think I’m gonna leave you like this… Covered in my come, boxers down… Just so you wake up and know what I did to you.” 

He walked back over to the bed in the corner. “Now, Yoongi… I’m gonna leave the lube right there.” He angled the camera to show himself setting it on the nightstand and picking up the sleeping pill. “And I’m gonna take my sleeping medicine.” He angled the camera back to his face to show him swallowing it. 

“Now I’m going to sleep just like this… No shorts… And I would love it, if you want to… To repay the favor and use my ass while I sleep.” He smirked. “I wonder… Is your come as cold your body was when you first come back? You should let me know… I wonder how that feels inside me…” He shook his head. “Sleep well… See you soon.” He ended the video and sent it to Yoongi, forcing himself to stay awake long enough to hear the buzz of Yoongi’s phone in his coffin. He let himself drift off to sleep, dreams full of sexy, arousing thoughts. 

Jimin’s ass was on fire. He moaned softly, opening his eyes blearily. The first thing he saw was the coffin. He turned his head, spotting the clock… Nearly seven hours since he’d gone to sleep. 

“Morning Sunshine,” Yoongi murmured. Jimin turned, spotting him at his desk. A cup of deep red liquid sat next to him as he worked on something. “How’s your ass?”

“Sore,” Jimin mumbled, reaching back. He was met with a gush of body temperature fluids, pouring from his gaped hole. He whined. “Fuck…” His cock throbbed against the mattress. “What did you do?”

“Me? I simply did as you asked in your video… Very sexy, by the way. Would you like to watch?”

Jimin rolled over, groaning weakly. His cock was hard despite the pain in his ass. It was perfect. “Show me,” he whispered.

Yoongi rose and grabbed his phone. He went over to the bed and sat on it with Jimin, passing him the device. 

Yoongi did far less teasing and talking in his video. He set up the phone at an angle on the nightstand, allowing it to capture most of Jimin’s sleeping body. Yoongi slicked his cock, looking into the camera as he sank into Jimin with a moan. He began to thrust into him quickly, holding Jimin’s ass open as he did. He maintained looking at the camera most of the time, his eyes the same black they were when he went to sleep.

As Jimin watched himself get used on the phone, Yoongi pulled him onto his lap. He’d withdrawn his cock, Jimin could feel. He hissed and whined softly when Yoongi dragged him over and slid back into his come lubed hole.

“It’s sore,” he whined.

“You can get off then, I don’t mind,” Yoongi said, letting his hips go. Jimin smirked. He shifted to get a better angle to watch the video and began to bounce lazily on Yoongi’s cock.

On the video, Yoongi had picked up speed, grunting as he fucked Jimin’s sleeping body. He tossed his head back, shouting and baring his teeth.

Jimin moaned, catching sight of Yoongi’s fangs. He touched his own neck, a little disappointed at the lack of bite marks. Yoongi on video shuddered, his hips going still. He leaned forward, kissing Jimin’s shoulder.

“There’s my first load, Jimin. It was as cold as ice… I’ve never felt your hole squeeze me so tight. Next time I’ll do it when you’re awake… I bet you’ll squeal so pretty when it fills you…” 

Jimin moaned, leaning back against Yoongi. “I wanna feel,” he confessed.

“I’ll make sure you’re awake next time,” Yoongi promised. “Wanna see the rest?”

Jimin nodded, riding Yoongi a little faster.

On video, Yoongi picked up the pace, fucking Jimin’s ass harder than before. He used him for nearly forty minutes, filling his hole three times. Finally, he sagged his shoulders, kissing over Jimin’s back. 

“You’re so fucking sloppy, baby,” he grumbled. He grabbed the phone and angled it down. Jimin’s ass was red, his hole swollen around Yoongi’s cock. He pulled out slowly and come bubbled out, obscene sounds filling the air. Yoongi chuckled. “I’ll leave you like this. When you wake up I’ll give you one more, if you want it.”

The video went black. Jimin leaned forward, his ass aching at the new angle. “I want it,” he whispered.

Yoongi shifted, pulling out only long enough to get onto his knees. He sank back into Jimin’s  already filled ass, and they both moaned at the sloppy noises. Jimin leaned up, wrapping his arms back around Yoongi.

“Bite me when you come,” he whispered.

“You sure?” Yoongi was fucking him hard, his cock twitching.

“Yes,” Jimin promised. He reached down, stroking his cock in time with Yoongi’s thrusts. 

Yoongi was huffing erratically, holding tight to his middle. His fangs grazed Jimin’s shoulder. 

“Are you mine?” Yoongi panted in his ear.

“Yes—“

“Give yourself to me.” Yoongi grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand off his cock. “All the way. Are you mine, Jimin?”

“Yes, yes!” Jimin moaned. 

“I’m yours as well, Park Jimin,” Yoongi whispered. He slammed his cock deep. It began to throb, spilling inside Jimin. At the same time, Jimin felt a sharp pain and then a pressure on his shoulder. Pure pleasure washed over him. His cock began to spurt ropes of come, jerking hard enough to make them land on the floor in front of him. He shouted Yoongi’s name, reaching back and holding his neck as Yoongi drank from him. 

The two collapsed on the bed as their orgasms faded. Yoongi kissed and licked at the wound on Jimin’s shoulder until the blood clotted, sliding his softening cock carefully from Jimin’s aching ass.

“You okay?” Yoongi asked, nudging Jimin’s shoulder with his nose as they cuddled back to chest on the bed.

“I’m great,” Jimin whispered.

“No regrets? Still okay with it?”

“Fully… You?”

“It was so exciting,” Yoongi admitted. “When I woke and felt your come on me… And then saw you sleeping… And that video was stunning. You were so beautiful.”

Jimin smiled shyly. “We’ll have to go easy the next few nights… I’m really sore.”

“Of course. I’ll be gentle for a while, let you heal up.” Yoongi kissed over his shoulder. “Did the bite hurt?”

“No. It felt good… How often can you drink from me?”

“I’d prefer not to often. Living human blood, not bagged, it’s… Very rich and sweet, almost like candy. It can become addictive. I’m honored you let me, but I’ll save it as a treat for myself, if you don’t mind?”

“Of course.” Jimin turned as well as he could. His gaze searched Yoongi’s face, finally dropping down to his mouth, lips pink and cheeks mottled. “It was so interesting. Seeing you in your coffin.”

“I know it can be frightening.”

“No…” Jimin shook his head. “I think it sank in… That I was looking at someone who wasn’t alive. But knowing you’d be awake soon after, it was… This bizarre sort of… Taboo but sexy thing? I’m a freak, aren’t I?” Jimin’s shoulders sagged. 

“No more than I.” Yoongi nudged him again. “We can be freaks together.”

Jimin grinned. “Yoongi?” He said softly.

“Hm?”

“I feel gross.”

“Because of what we did?”

“No, silly.” Jimin laughed. “Because your come is gluing my ass and legs together. I need a shower.”

Yoongi laughed brightly, nodding. “Agreed. Let’s get one... It’s almost dinner, you’re probably starved.”

“You aren’t,” Jimin teased, rising slowly. “No, but I could eat. I’ll take you out after the shower.”

They walked together to the bathroom. “How does eating human food work with being a vampire?”

“Same as it works being alive,” Yoongi said, turning on the water. “It’s just empty calories for me – Which is why I never eat much.”

“There’s so much I feel like I have to learn about what you are… How life is for you.” Jimin crossed his arms as he waited for the water to warm. Yoongi straightened up and wrapped his arms around him. Now that Jimin was aware, he could feel that Yoongi was a few degrees cooler, his skin just a bit paler than human. 

“You can ask anything you need. We have time, and I’ll tell you all you want to know.”

“Yoongi…” Jimin leaned against him, hugging him tightly. He could hear Yoongi’s heart, glugging along at a lethargic pace. He smiled softly. “Can I confess something to you?”

“Hm?” Yoongi asked, resting his chin on Jimin’s shoulder. “I think I’ve fallen in love with you,” Jimin whispered. 

Yoongi went still, his heart skipping a little faster. “Jimin… Say that again,” he said.

“I… I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Jimin could feel Yoongi’s lips curve up into a smile against his shoulder. “In nearly sixty years of existence… I have never heard more beautiful words,” Yoongi admitted. “I love you too, Jimin… I feel like I’ll love you forever.”

Jimin pulled back, meeting Yoongi’s gaze. His eyes were back to their normal soft brown. He smiled. “Coming from someone who is immortal… That’s the most beautiful thing I could hear.”

Yoongi leaned forward, kissing Jimin deeply. He pulled him close, and Jimin melted into the touch. Yoongi may have cold skin, may drink blood and die once a week – but Jimin had never felt safer or warmer than he did at that very moment in Yoongi’s arms. 

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[absurdthirst]

So I had another thot about Modern!Pero. This is early in in their relationship. (I’d set this after ‘Unrestrained’ because while they told the other that they loved them neither of them heard the response and it has them in this weird awkward limbo.) But Pero takes is sweetheart to meet his best friend, William. As much as Pero is confident in himself William is everything he thinks he’s not: charismatic, has an 1,000 watt smile, good natured etc. William is also very single. While Pero has told him about his sweetheart and the complicated (but really not so complicated) feelings he has for her, William cannot help but mess with him. So he flirts with her. Kissing her hand, telling her how beautiful she is, just fawning all over her. Pero is fuming! He knows William is doing this to get under his skin but he’s even more angry that it’s working. Sweetheart is kind and thanks him but doesn’t encourage the attention and flat out tells him that’s she’s not interested. Pero takes them back and just rocks her world. Spilling all the feelings he has for her and saying You’re mine and I love you and I’d do anything for you. Then after they’re exhausted and more than satisfied , Pero gets a message from William that has Pero grateful but angry and a little embarrassed:

You’re welcome 😏

***This is set The Client universe. This is set after Unrestrained 

William

“So who are we meeting again?” You glance over at Pero, noticing the way that his jaw rocked slightly as he drives you towards the bar the two men had decided upon.

“His name is William, he’s a pain in my ass.” You laugh and it warms him enough that the corner of his lips curled up slightly.

“If he’s a pain in your ass, why are we meeting him for drinks?” You ask, grinning at him. You’ve figured out that Pero isn’t quite the hard case that he made himself out to be. You had seen first hand when he didn’t like someone. One of your father’s detractors getting too close to you and pissing him off.

The fact that Pero talked to William, let alone agreed to interact socially with him meant that he was someone special to the Spaniard. You had eagerly agreed to go along when Pero had hesitantly told you about his friend wanting to get together after hearing his phone go off repeatedly. You were interested to see this other side of your lover.

Pero tapsthe wheel of the car as his eyes flicker between the roads and the mirrors. He is more nervous about this than he is letting on. William was nothing like him, and he’s afraid of how he would match up to the handsome Irishman.

Pulling into the parking lot, he frowns as he parks and turns off the engine. The night was supposed to just be a few drinks, a soda for him since he was still working. He wasn’t taking any chances with your safety, even if it was one beer. While he might be your lover, he was still under contract to protect you.

In the bar, it’s as bad as he imagines. William is all blue eyes and charming smiles. Pero scowls as the man shoots him a mischievous grin before he takes your hand where you had offered it and leans over, kissing it as if he were some highborn gentleman. He’s doing it on purpose to piss Pero off and he knows it's working.

Pero’s eyes are narrowed as he sits with his arm around you. Pretending that he’s just making sure that everyone in the bar knows that you are under his protection but it is really more about staking his claim on you. Even if he knows that William will not poach, he needs to do it.

You, for your part, amaze him. You are charming, more so than the idiot he calls a friend. Your smile is polite. And you chat with him as if you are best friends, but you don’t let the flirtations affect you.

“So tell me how such a beautiful woman came to be in my presence tonight?” William leans over the table, giving you the same smirk Pero had seen him give hundreds of other women. Successfully. “And tell me how to steal you away from this neanderthal.”

Pero growls, his body stiffening even if he knows that William would never do such a thing. It’s more his own insecurities that he isn’t good enough for you. That you deserve someone like William who can be charming and make polite conversation. The blonde man would fit better into your world that Pero ever could and it sat like salt on a wound.

“I’ve afraid you are destined to be disappointed, William.” You tell him, shaking your head and reaching up to lace your fingers with the hand that cups your shoulder. “I am here because Pero wants to be here with you and there is nothing you could ever say or do to steal me away.”

William’s eyes dance in amusement as he watches the slight blush creep across the Spaniards face, the way that his friend's body subtly straightened. He also doesn’t miss the way you look at the gruff man like he hung the stars in the sky. Satisfied, he shakes his head and decides that you meet his approval. Leaning back in his seat, he motions the server over for another round. “I like you, and I don’t often say that about clients.” William tells you with a chuckle.

“Why do I feel like that’s a lie?” You ask, grinning back at the man. “Not the liking me part, but what you say about clients?” Your question has him grinning even more. He really likes you, and if he can see that the two of you are crazy about one another, when will the two of you admit it?

****

Four hours, Pero pulls into the garage with a heavy sigh. Four hours he had watched his friend turn flirting with you into a game. Not that you had reciprocated. You had smiled and taken almost a sense of pleasure in overturning his advances. It had still worn on him, even if he knew you were his.

Dragging you into the house, he makes no effort to curb his touch. Not when you were begging for more. Squeezing, molding and pulling on your flesh as he stripped you down the second the doors were locked and the security system engaged, he took you in the kitchen.

Spread out on the counters where he had first seen you bake cookies, he feasted on you. His tongue carving a hot path through your cunt. Licking and sucking and even biting your flesh as he pulls cry after cry from your mouth. Your hands tug at his thick hair, pulling on his scalp and every time your body jerks, he growls and tightens his hold on you. Making you fall over the edge before he’s pushing thick fingers into your slick cunt while he wraps his lips around your nipple.

“Pero please!” You gasp out, back arching on the cold stone countertops. Shaking from the force of your pleasure as he pumps his fingers into you. “Need you!” The desperate sound is music to his ears.

He had a thought to pull you down, bend you over the counter and fuck you from behind. You never minded the animalistic way he lost control when you took him that way. Grabbing his hands and moaning out loudly while he tries to get closer, but he wants to see you. Needs to see your eyes when you fall apart for him this time. When he falls with you.

Instead he climbs up there with you. One hand curled around the edge of the stone top of the island, the other around your back. The surface of the counters were as comfortable as the bed you had been sharing, but he didn’t care about that. All he cares about is the way that your legs wrapped around his waist and your eyes rolled back in bliss when he sinks into you. The smile on your face as you take his cock into your body.

It’s not a slow pace, instead he’s determined to show you how he feels. Tired of holding back the words that only come from his mouth when you don’t hear them. Pero buries his face against your chest, kissing his way up your skin. “You’re mine.” He murmurs between kisses. “Mi amor, my love.” He feels the way that you respond, the tight grip you have on his body.

Your own arms tighten around him, your breaths choking out but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t give you a moment to respond. Desperate for you to hear what he has to say with every push of his hips and fervent slip of his tongue.

“I love you.” He groans, scraping his teeth against your fluttering pulse. “I will do anything for you. Give my life for you.” He doesn’t just mean for his job, which he is willing to do. He is willing to tear his beating heart from his chest if you need him to, gladly.

Your hands dig into his hair, dragging his mouth up to yours. Your kiss boarding on unhinged as your tongue tangles with his. “I love you.” Your cry is gorgeous as your bliss washes over you. Making your entire body stiffen and your walls clench around him in an iron grip. All he can do is gasp out a curse and follow you, thrusting deep as moaning as you ride your release out together.

Seconds tick by as both of you lay there. Panting breaths the only sounds being made as you wait for something to break the silence. He knows he’s heavy, pressing you into the counter, but he doesn’t want to move. Afraid of breaking the magic surrounding the moment. So you do. His face is against your neck, breathing in the scent of you and your fingers tease the short curls at the base of his neck. “I love you, Pero.”

He closes his eyes, swallowing hard before he pushes himself up onto his elbows so he can see you properly. His scarred, rough hand looks out of place on your smooth skin but your smile and the love in your eyes makes it feel like it belongs. “Te amo.” He whispers, leaning in and kissing you as softly as he can.

Neither one of you think about moving until Pero’s phone vibrates from somewhere in the clothes pile below. He grumbles, not wanting to move away from you until he huffs when you tap his side. “It might be important.” You point out, making him feel a little bit better about pulling away from you, but only after one last kiss.

You sit up as he gets down from the counter and starts digging through the clothes until he finds his phone in the pocket of his pants. Opening the screen he scowls at the message. “Idiota.” He mutters, turning the phone around so you can giggle at the message on the display.

William: You’re welcome 😏

Pero rolls his eyes and tosses the phone down on the clothes again when you hook your foot around his hip and pull him closer. He forgets about wanting to kill his friend when you pull him closer for another kiss. He might just buy William his drinks the next time they get together.

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