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chrissturnioloshoe · 22 days

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Bored and horny - C.S

Smut - Chris and Y/n have been best friends for years but what happens when they’re both bored and horny together?

Chris and I have been best friends for years and I’ve obviously thought about him in more of a friend way. I mean who can blame me? He’s hot as fuck. We have a very flirty relationship but we also joke around a lot so it’s hard to differentiate if the flirting is serious or not.

I lay on Chris’s bed next to him as we both scroll aimlessly on our phones in a comfortable silence, which is unusual for us because normally we can never shut the fuck up. I don’t mind it though, it’s not an awkward silence it’s quite nice actually.

For some reason I’ve felt unbelievably horny all day, which for me isn’t unusual but why now? All I want to do is get my back blown out by the nearest human with a dick, which just happens to be Chris. But he’s my best friend, wouldn’t that be weird? He probably doesn’t even like me like that anyway, we’ve been friends for so long it would just be wrong. Or would it?

I roll on to my back as I put my phone down and let out a sigh, which catches Chris’s attention. He looks up from his phone at me as I stare up at his ceiling, my mind being took over by impure thoughts of my best friend.

“What’s wrong?” Chris asks, snapping me out of my daydream. I turn my head to face him, my eyes capturing his beautiful blue ones.

“Nothing. I’m just horny” I say blatantly. He chuckles at my bluntness but it’s nothing he isn’t used to after being friends with me for so many years.

“Same” Chris says still chuckling as he puts his phone down.

“I haven’t had a good fuck in like forever” I whine.

“Yeah me too” Chris says as I turn to face him. We stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, my mind going back to all those impure thoughts. I wonder if Chris has ever thought of me in that way before? I wonder what he’s thinking of right now? Is he thinking the same things as I am?

“You know what I think we should do?” Chris says, ripping me away from my thoughts.

“What?” I ask smiling, hoping whatever he is thinking of saves me from my boredom and horniness.

“Well…since we’re both horny…and we’ve got nothing else to do…” Chris begins to say, still looking deeply in my eyes.

“Yeah?…” I ask skeptically, my heart beginning to beat faster as I let him continue with his idea.

“Why don’t we just fuck?” Chris says. “As friends of course” He adds. I take a moment to comprehend what Chris is asking me, our faces inching closer and closer to each others.

“Well I guess…if it’s just as friends…�� I begin to say as I feel Chris’s body shift on top of mine.

“Is that a yes?” Chris asks, now fully on top of me.

“Yeah, I mean why not? We’re both bored and horny right?” I say as I wrap my arms around Chris’s neck. I mean what could go wrong? We’re just two best friends doing a favour for each other, right?

“Right” Chris says, agreeing with my previous statement before placing his lips on mine. The kiss starts off soft and gentle, our lips moving in sync. Chris’s tongue swipes across my bottom lip before sliding into my mouth. I reciprocate this action and our tongues explore each other’s mouth as the kiss becomes deeper.

I run my hand through Chris’s hair as our kiss intensifies. I feel myself getting wetter and wetter by the moment as our kiss starts to become messy. He groans into the kiss as I wrap my legs around his waist grinding my hips into his. Chris pulls away from the kiss and starts kissing my neck, sucking and biting skin, enough to leave marks but not enough to hurt me.

I moan slightly as Chris sucks the sweet spot on my neck making me tilt my head back to allow him more access. I never thought I would be doing this with him, but here we are and I’m certainly not complaining.

Chris pulls at the hem of my shirt and looks into my eyes for reassurance, I nod my head eagerly which makes him chuckle as he pulls my shirt off in one swift motion.

I see Chris’s eyes light up as he stares at my bare chest. His hand goes straight to my boob, grabbing and squeezing it as his head dives down to suck on my nipple. I let out a soft moan as I feel his tongue swirling around my nipple before sucking it, leaving my nipple hard.

I feel my clit starting to throb as I begin to get even more wet. I grind my hips up trying to create any sort of friction between my legs as I become more needy. Chris kisses and sucks the skin around my nipples, leaving purple and green marks on my skin.

“You’re so beautiful” Chris whispers between kisses as he works his way down my stomach all the way down to the waistband of my shorts. Butterflies erupt in my stomach at the sound of Chris’s compliment.

Chris pulls my shorts off leaving me in noting but my hot pink thong. He opens my legs and starts kissing in between my thighs. His mouth creeps closer and closer to where I need him most, he stops momentarily to suck on the skin dangerously close to my core.

“Please Chris” I whine as I become more and more impatient.

“Please what? What do you want me to do” Chris says with a smirk before leaving a quick kiss to my clothed clit.

“Literally anything” I whine. Chris smirks before pulling my underwear off and throwing it into the pile of my clothes. My legs automatically close as a sense of nervousness washes over me. I’m not usually a nervous person when it comes to sex and I’m completely comfortable with Chris so I don’t know what’s come over me.

“Open your legs baby let me see that pretty pussy” Chris says. I open my legs for him as he takes in the sight beneath him. He leans back down and starts kissing the area around my clit, teasing me and making me whine out his name.

Chris runs his fingers through my wetness, spreading it around my core before attaching his lips with my clit. He sucks my clit making me moan his name as he begins to swirl his tongue around.

“You taste so good baby” Chris says as he continues swirling his tongue around my clit. His hands squeeze my thighs as my legs wrap around his head. He begins to flick his tongue on my clit, driving me insane as I moan out his name.

“Fuck” I moan as Chris’s tongue lays flat on my clit, licking a long stripe up. His fingers come into contact with my hole as he inserts his middle and ring finger inside. He fucks his fingers into me at a fast pace as he curls them upwards inside of me, hitting the perfect spot. He traces his tongue across my clit as my back arches slightly and I begin to tug on Chris’s hair.

Chris’s arm comes up to press down gently on my lower stomach, intensifying my pleasure. I feel myself clench around Chris’s fingers as I feel a familiar knot in my stomach form.

“Feels good baby?” Chris says as he continues eating me out. My eyes roll to the back of my head as my mind begins to go blank. The only thing I can focus on is the amount of pleasure Chris is giving me.

“Fuck yeah Chris” I moan as his tongue brushes against my clit and his fingers hit the perfect spot repeatedly. “Fuck I’m gonna cum”

I tug on Chris’s hair as I feel my legs begin to shake and my body start to shudder. I let out a series of high pitched moans as Chris’s fingers and tongue work at rhythmic pace, causing an overwhelming amount of pleasure to wash over me as I release on Chris’s fingers.

Chris leaves one final kiss to my clit as he pulls his fingers out of me and sucks them clean. I pant as I come down from my high, I swear I can see stars. Chris crawls back up my body and connects his lips with mine. I can taste myself in him as his tongue forces its way into my mouth. I cup his jaw and pull him closer to me as we indulge in a messy and wet kiss. Our tongues slide around each others mouths as we softly bite each others lips.

I tug on the hem of Chris’s shirt hoping he takes the hint, which he does. He pulls his shirt off quickly and then leans back down to kiss my neck and play with my nipples. I caress his back as I wrap my legs around his waist, grinding my hips into his very prominent hard on.

I bring my hand round and dip into into Chris’s pants, stroking his hard dick which makes him groan in my ear. He presses his clothes dick into core repeatedly as he moans softly in my ear. He pulls back and kneels between my legs, his hands roaming around my body. His thumb swipes across my clit momentarily as I look up at him with lustful eyes.

“You’re so perfect Y/n” Chris says before taking his pants and boxers off. My eyes follow every movement he makes as I watch him stroke his dick a few times. I never thought I would get to see Chris’s dick, it’s bigger than I thought it would be. He catches me staring and looks up at me with a smirk.

“See something you like baby?” Chris chuckles teasingly. My cheeks flush a shade of pink as I quickly look away.

“Fuck off Chris” I say jokingly. Chris grabs my thighs and pulls me towards him.

“You still want to do this?” Chris asks as he looks up at me.

“Yeah, I do” I say with a smile.

“Good cause I can’t wait to fuck you” Chris says before lining himself up with my entrance. He grips onto my thighs as he pushes himself into me. At first it’s sort of an uncomfortable feeling but it soon turns into pleasure.

“You okay?” Chris asks as he’s all the way inside of me.

“Yeah I’m fine, just fuck me already Chris” I say growing impatient. Chris lets out a little chuckle before thrusting into me at a rhythmic pace. He lets out a few groans as he watches his dick enter my pussy repeatedly.

Chris leans down allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist, grinding into his hips as he fucks into me. I hear Chris’s heavy breaths in my ear as he massages my chest. I plant kisses up his jaw as I feel his hips slam of mine.

“Faster” I moan in Chris’s ear, making him pull away from me and push my legs up so my thighs are resting on my chest and his dick fucks into me deeper. He fucks me faster as I moan out his name repeatedly. It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked this good, there’s no way we can only do this once,

“Fuck Chris” I moan as I feel his dick hit off my g spot. Chris lets out a little moan as he hears me moan his name once more.

“Fuck Y/n I never thought I would hear you moan my name like that” Chris moans as he throws my legs over his shoulders. He continues to fuck into me even deeper and at a faster pace than before. His fingers snake round to my clit and he begins to draw circles on my clit, adding to my pleasure.

“Fuck yes right there” I moan as my back arches slightly.

“Yeah? You like that baby?” Chris says as he looks down at me with a smirk.

“Yes fuck yeah” I moan, every thought from my mind completely gone.

“Turn over” Chris says as he pulls out of me momentarily. I turn over and get on all fours as I feel Chris press on the smalls of my back as he fucks into me once again. “Fuck you’re so tight baby”

Chris slaps my ass which makes my body jolt forward slightly. He holds onto my hips as he slams into me from behind. The only thing that can be heard in the room is the sound of our skin slapping together and our moans. Chris squeezes my ass as he picks up the pace of his thrusts.

I reach my hand round to my clit and rub it in fast circles. I let out small moans as I feel Chris’s hands roams around my ass and back. I clench around Chris’s dick and pick up the pace of my movements on my clit as I chase my high.

“You fuck me so good Chris” I moan as I feel my legs begin to shake and I feel a wave of euphoric pleasure wash over me.

“I know I do baby” Chris says as his head falls back and he grips my hips to fuck into me deeper.

“Fuck Chris I’m cummimg” I moan as I feel myself spilling out over Chris. A plethora of moans leave my mouth as my legs lock and my body goes into spasm. “Fuck” I whisper as I close my eyes, recovering from my orgasm.

“Fuck Y/n I’ve been waiting so long to do this” Chris moans as he chases his own high. I whimper as Chris slaps my ass and continues to fuck into me deeper and harder. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” Chris moans as I feel his dick twitch inside of me.

“Chris” I moan as I grip onto the sheets beneath me. I press my face into the pillow as I snap my eyes tightly closed. All I can hear is Chris moaning behind me as he slaps my ass every now and then.

Chris pulls out of me and lets out a series of moans as he strokes his dick a few times before releasing his cum all up my back. We both pant and catch our breathes as we recover from our highs. I collapse on my stomach as Chris lays on his back next to me.

“That was fucking insane” Chris says as he looks over to me with a smile on his face and his hair sticking to his forehead.

“Yeah, it really fucking was” I say as I open my eyes. We take a moment to recover and reflect on what just happened before Chris got up to get me a towel. He cleans the mess up off my back and hands me and my clothes so I can get dressed.

“I can’t believe we just fucked” I chuckle as I put my clothes back on.

“I know, that was actually fucking crazy” Chris chuckles as he puts his shirt on. I smile as I think about what just happened. It was the best sex I think I’ve ever had, there’s no way we can just do it one time and not again.

Hey guys this was like my fave thing to write hehe. I haven’t proof read though so sorry for any mistakes. The first time I wrote it tumblr fucking deleted it so it’s bit shit cause the first one was so fucking good 😭😭

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miniwheat77 · 7 months

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Because. (Ghost x Reader.)

!CW! NSFW, Smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, ghost being guarded, reader is injured, blood, violence, gore, (sorry if I missed any.)

This was a request, not edited just yet. Hope you like!

The day you met Ghost is when the flirting started. Anytime you were around him you were flirty and sometimes it drove him crazy. He always rolled his eyes and paid no mind to you. He was well guarded and wouldn’t crumble that easy. He always got teased by the other men on base by how much you liked him.

And than, you were put on a military base together and the flirting was nearly every day. In passing you always greeted him kindly. He always thought it was just pointless flirting.

He didn’t think you had any real feelings for him.

“So.. what’re you doing after this?” You smile. Ghost rolls his eyes, gun in hand. “Stay on task Sergeant.” Ghost mumbles, raising his gun. “Yes sir.” You say sarcastically. This mission has been rough. Your feet are tired and your back is sore. You haven’t slept in nearly 24 hours, you were tired and getting weaker. This was supposed to be a normal mission, in and out. But that wasn’t happening.

You and Ghost were holed up in a building to the east side of the compound you were trying to raid, they’d made threats with nuclear equipment and you needed to put a stop to it. Leave no one alive, clear out all potential threats. Dispose of the equipment properly.

Nobody knew what was waiting for you when you got here. There were hundreds of men and it’s taken hours to pick them off one by one. Everyone is tired and getting worried by the minute. “Almost there.” You hear your Captain call through the radio. You sigh. “This is rough.” You mumble. Ghost stays quiet. But you were used to it. You usually talked to yourself. You prop yourself up at the window, peeking out slightly. Your eyes are tired from being so focused for so long, but you don’t miss the long barrel of a rifle peeking out of a window, aimed right at Ghost.

It’s a split second and you’re shoving him to the side, the bullet colliding with your vest. Ghost hits the ground with a grunt and the force of the bullet penetrating your vest has you flying back, landing on your back with a cry. “Shit! Y/N?” He rushes over to you, pulling you away from the window, tugging at your vest to see if it’s hit you. He unzips it, pushing your shirt up. He can see a giant red mark and you’re struggling to breathe because it’s knocked the wind out of you, but you’re okay. Unharmed and okay. He sighs. Lowering his head. “Why would you do that?” He breathes. You take in a deep breath, a smile on your lips. “Because.” You mumble. “You’re supposed to protect those who you care about.” His eyes are wide as he stares at you. Shock written all over his face, luckily you can’t see it because of the mask. “You could’ve died. So easily Y/N.” He breathes. “So what?”

He stands up, turning his back to you. That easy? You would die for him that easily?

After that mission, Ghost had an entirely new perspective. Your flirty jokes and suggestive remarks were no longer pointless, but they had meaning behind them.

Ghost was passing by your room when you were emerging. “Thought those heavy footsteps sounded familiar.” You smirk. He shakes his head. “How’s your chest?” You smile. “If you wanted to look that bad you just had to ask.” You bite your lip, making him roll his eyes. “It’s pretty bruised up.” You lower your shirt so that he can get a good look at you, his eyes widening. “Jesus.. that looks horrible. Have you had it looked at?” He asks. “Yeah. They just said it was bruised and that it’d need time to heal.” You shrug. “Maybe you could kiss it better for me.” You smile.

He steps toward you, pushing you back by your hip, taking you off guard as he backs you up into your room. “Woah!” You breathe. He pulls his mask over his head, drawing a gasp from your lips. “Take your shirt off.” He mumbles. “Woah- Ghost I was just.. messing with you.” You laugh nervously. He reaches out, grasping your shirt and pulling it over your head, hearing you hiss. “No bra?” He laughs. “No..” you laugh nervously, “it’s really sore.” You breathe. He gets a good look at it, running his thumb over it. You have a huge bruise. “Poor thing.” He breathes. "Did they give you anything for it?" He asks. You shake your head. "Told me Ice for swelling and heat for circulation. Not much else they can do." You sigh. You feel exposed to him. Nerves setting in. "Hold on." He sighs. Leaving your room, making sure to close the door behind him. Not wanting anyone to see you. While he's gone, you pull your shirt back over your head.

When he returns, he laughs lightly. Seeing that you've covered yourself again. "Shirt. Off." He breathes. He closes the door behind him again and makes sure the door is locked. When he turns back around, you take it off again, slowly to make sure you don't hurt yourself. He smiles at how easily you obey him. He makes his way over to you with an ice pack. He sits down on the edge of your bed, setting it slowly onto your bruise. He sees you flinch. "Hurt?" He asks. "Yeah." You wince. He laughs. "Good. It's what you get for literally taking a bullet for me." He rolls his eyes. You laugh, eyes avoiding his. "I'd do it again." He shakes his head. "That's stupid. If it comes down to it, you always save yourself." He mumbles. "You would take my death easier than I'd take yours I think." You look down. Shy smile on your lips. "What?" He mumbles. You roll your eyes, hissing as you adjust the way you're sitting. "You think all of the flirting is for nothing?"

He freezes, drawing his eyes away from where they're on your bruise. He shakes his head. "You don't mean that." He mumbles. "You're not stupid Ghost. You know how I feel about you. It's more than a dumb crush. I mean for christ's sake, I took a bullet for you, and I would do it again. No questions asked." You laugh, almost as if you're shocked by your own actions. "I didn't even think about it really, didn't take a second. I saw the barrel of that rifle and my body just moved." You shrug. He sighs. "You're lucky. Anything higher than 7.62 by 39mm it won't stop." You shrug. "But it didn't. You though? If it had hit you, it would've killed you." He looks away from your gaze. "Don't do it again Sergeant." He breathes. You roll your eyes. "No sir."

He stands up. "Keep the ice pack. You need to get some sleep." He mumbles, rushing out of your room quickly.

He makes his way down the hallway, pushing his door open with a sigh.

Your actions and admissions had him so confused. He sits on his bed with a sigh, dread settling into his chest. Ghost was able to function like he did because he knew nobody cared about him. He could die for his team, he could die tomorrow and nobody would care.

Except for you apparently.

In your room, you sit on your bed. He didn’t react well to your admission and you don’t know why you said it anyways. You lay back on your bed, sighing. Why him? Of all people you could’ve fallen in love with, it was him. The most guarded person you’ve ever met. You hadn’t even seen his face until tonight, and he was just as handsome as you pictured. If not more.

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The next morning, you were cleaning off a table in the mess hall.

“What happened to your arm?” Soap asks, he’s eating a sandwich and Ghost is behind him. You glance at Ghost, turning away. You turn toward him, tugging the shoulder of your shirt down to show that the bruise had spread even more. “Medic said the bones in my shoulder are bruised and told me I should wear a stupid fucking arm sling to keep it still.”

“Woah, language.” He mumbles. You roll your eyes, moving passed the both of them. “Wait, Y/N. I was just kidding. Do you need help?”

“Nah I’m good.” You mumble.

You disappear through the doors. “Wow. Can you believe she didn’t flirt with you? She must really be hurting.” Soap laughs. Sitting down at a table and continuing to eat his sandwich. “Must be.” Ghost mumbles. “That girl really took a bullet for you?” He asks. Ghost nods. “Damn. Must really like you. I can’t imagine what that would like if the bullet were bigger. Seriously would’ve blown a bowl sized hole in her chest. Kevlar or not.” Soap mumbles. The thought of you on the floor or of that building, bleeding out. It makes Ghost sick

You had no idea what kind of bullet you would be getting hit with when you shoved him to the side. “Yeah, thank god it wasn’t.”

“Cmon, I’ll make it for you.” Gaz mumbles. “You don’t have to make it for me. I’m not crippled.” You roll your eyes, following Gaz into the mess hall. He’s got an MRE in his hand. Soap smiles. “Just sit down and let me help you. You fucking grouch.” He laughs. You narrow your eyes at him, sitting down at the same table as Soap and Ghost. “You feeling okay?” Soap asks. “Yes.” You mumble, leaning on your arm that’s not hurt. “You just haven’t said anything about Ghost this morning so I thought that you must be really sick.” He laughs. “Oh, how cruel of me.” You sigh dramatically. “Still nothing?”

“Not sure if there’s anymore I can compliment. Not until he takes his shirt off anyways.” You narrow your eyes at Ghost, making him shift uncomfortably. A laugh leaves your lips as you look away from him. “What do you look like when you take off your shirt?” Johnny nudges you. “Don’t know, ask Ghost.” You shrug. Hearing him laugh.

Ghosts cheeks are on fire under his mask. They don’t know that what you just said is true, he does know what you look like without a shirt on. But they don’t know that. You breathe when Gaz sets the MRE he’s just made for you down in front of you. “Thank you Gaz.” You sigh. “No problem. Here.” He gives you a water. “You didn’t have to do that.” You sigh. “Y/N. It’s okay to need help sometimes.” He laughs. You roll your eyes. “I know that, but I’m fine.”

“If I touch your chest you’ll cry.”

“Correction, if you touch my chest, I’ll punch you AND then I’ll cry.” You laugh.

“Sensitive, not soft. Got you.” Gaz laughs. Taking a drink of his own water bottle. “We were just talking about how bad that would’ve been if you had gotten hit by anything with a bigger caliber.” Soap mumbles. “Yeah? Would’ve blown a fuckin hole in my chest.” You laugh. “I don’t know how you’re laughing at that.”

“I got shot on my vest, I didn’t die. I don’t know why everyone thinks it’s such a big deal.” You chuckle. Gaz shakes his head, looking between Simon and Soap. “It’s just different. I thought it would’ve scared you more.” He shrugs. You pause for a second. “Of course it scared me.” You shake your head looking up. “It did?”

You laugh. “Of course it did. It scared the hell out of me. I got hit so hard it knocked me on my ass. But it was my vest or Ghosts fucking head, you tell me what you would’ve done.” You mumble. They’re quiet, your admission taking them off guard. These moments of realism really hit hard. After that, it’s quiet for a while.

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Ghost is really struggling.

Nobody is supposed to care about him. He’s not supposed to care about anyone.

The thought of you hurt, or dead. It kills him inside. The fact that you have actual feelings, care about him. So much to the point that you’d fucking die for him. He aches. Somewhere deep in his chest, Simon hurts. He knows what he needs to do, but he can’t bring himself to do it. He needs to allow himself to get close to you, so that he can keep you safe.

He’s sitting on a bench in the hallway, waiting for you to walk down the hallway to your room. Eventually, he can hear your footsteps coming. When you finally come into his view, he stands up. “Hey.” You smile. He nods his head. “Need to talk to you.” He mumbles. You bite your lip nervously. “Okay. Come inside.” You tilt your head, opening up your door. You close it behind you, crossing your arms nervously. “Look.. if this is about what I said this morning, I was just messing a-“ he pulls his mask off, his dirty blonde hair messy on his head from it. You swallow hard, turning your eyes away from him. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you doing that.” You laugh nervously.

“It’s not about that.” He breathes. “I don’t care about your flirting, kind’ve like it actually.” He shrugs. Seeing you smile. You sit down on the edge of your bed and he stands in front of you. “I need to hear you say it.” He breathes.

You bite your lip nervously. You know what he wants you to say. “Why?” You breathe. “Because. I just do.”

You bite your lip. “What do you want me to say?” You look up at him. He sighs. “You know what I want you to say. Say how you feel about me, say that… that-“ he sighs.

“That I love you?”

He goes stiff, those three words making his brain fuzzy.

“Is that what you wanted to hear, Simon? That I love you? That I’m in love with you?” You breathe. “Yes.” He breathes. “Why?” He asks.

“Because..” you mumble.

He says nothing.

“Because I think that there’s so much more to you than what meets the eyes. I mean don’t get me wrong, you’re seriously one of the handsomest men I’ve ever met in my life.” You laugh, looking down at your hands as you sit nervously. “You’re mysterious. And caring. When you want something, you do absolutely everything you can to get it. No matter what. You’re.. kind.. and loving. No matter how guarded you try to be, you just can’t because being good is who you are. You are good. And I admire the hell out of you for that Ghost.” You laugh. “I knew I was in love with you the day I met you, and nothing will change that. And I’m sorry.” You look up at him.

He moves toward you, sitting down next to you on your bed. He knows he should walk away. But he’s not going to. He’s in too deep.

He lifts his hand, pushing a few strands of hair behind your ear. You close your eyes from his touch, Simon always overstimulated you. He was too much. Every single nerve in your body lit on fire when he was around, and when ye was close like this it was always so much. You don’t expect his lips on yours, but you don’t waste a second to kiss him back. He cups your cheeks, tugging you into him slightly. The deeper you kiss him, the further he falls into the black hole you’ve created. He lowers his hands to your hips, pulling you into him as he lays back. You’re straddling his waist, keeping your lips against his.

It feels like a dream. You’re in another world as you rock your hips into him, feeling him groan into your mouth as you grind into him. You can feel him getting hard against you. You push his shirt up slightly, helping him pull it completely off. You return your lips to his, his hands gliding down your hips to rest on your ass, his thumb hooking over your waistband. You pull away from him, sitting up completely. You slide lower on him, reaching for the button on his jeans. He sits up onto his elbows, watching as you unbutton them, tugging on them so that his zipper will go lower. Revealing his black boxers. He reaches over you, grasping the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head. You raise your arms to help him out a bit. He admires you for a second.

He lifts his hips up, pushing you up and grasping your hips. He stands up with you and lays you onto your back. “There you go. You’ve seen me without my shirt.” He sits up, resting a knee between your legs as he reaches for your waistband. Your cheeks brighten sand you avoid his gaze. “What’re you blushing for hm? You had to have known your flirting would get you here at some point.” He smirks. You giggle, “I actually didn’t think it would.” You bite your lip. Hear him snort. He pulls your pants down your legs until they’re off completely. You close your legs lightly but he pushes them back apart, moving himself between them. He pushes his boxers down until he reveals his cock to you, and you bite the inside of your cheek to avoid audibly moaning out at the size of him. He’s huge.

He grasps your thighs, pulling you down. You can feel his tip nudging against your entrance, you’re nervous and he can tell by the way that you’re looking at him. “Nothing to be worried about. You’ve done this before right?” He asks. You nod your head. “Just not for a long time..” you blush. Looking down. He nods. He spits into his hand, running it up your entrance. Hearing you gasp. He presses the tip of his cock up into you, watching your tight gummy walls swallow him up, feeling you throb against him. There’s no going back anymore. You’re his.

When he bottoms out, your eyes widen and you clamp a hand over your mouth, hearing him chuckle. “Good girl.” He breathes. “Try n stay quiet for me. I know it’s a lot.” He breathes. He holds you tight, you clamp your eyes closed tightly as he starts to fuck himself into you. Your eyes roll back slightly, you clench them closed, biting down onto your hand to stay quiet. He’s being rough, but he’s not used to being gentle. He adjusts himself slightly, slowing his thrusts just a bit. Lowering himself down to kiss your bruise gently. You move your hand away from your mouth, looking back up at him once he pulls away. “I thought I could keep myself away from you.” He grits his teeth, pressing his hand against your lower stomach, feeling himself as he thrusts into you. “But you’re so persistent. Couldn’t keep my fucking hands off of you forever.” He hisses. You’re tight around him. He pushes your thighs up slightly, hearing another gasp come from your lips. His thrusts are deep and hard. He’s got a fast but steady pace. He’s pushing you close to your orgasm already and you feel pathetic. The swirling you feel in your stomach is overwhelming. You’ve never cum from just sex before. That was about to change.

You inhale sharply, looking up at him as he pushes you closer and closer to your high. “S-Simon!” You whine. “It’s alright.” He chuckles. “I know it’s a lot.” He repeats himself. “Give yourself to me. I want all of you.” He breathes. He lowers himself, wrapping his arms around you. Holding you tight as he hammers his hips into yours. His steady pace is what sends you spiraling, pressing himself right into your soft spongy walls just the way you like, he’s made for you. Fits you perfectly. The squelch from your pussy has him growling. “So wet for me..” he pants. He clamps a hand over your mouth when your eyes roll back. Reaching your high. Your walls tighten around him, gripping him so tightly. He’s panting hard, his breathes getting unsteady. You’re squirming beneath him and he knows you won’t be able to take much more. You can feel him twitch inside of you, your thighs shaking from it. “Simon.” You look up at him. “Look at me.” You breathe, pulling him into you. He holds onto you again. He takes on look at you, your eyes full of tears of pleasure as you look back at him, and he tips over the edge of pure bliss right there.

His eyes roll back when he cums, thrusts sloppy and fast as he rides out his high. “F-fuck. Bloody hell.” He gasps, resting himself into you slightly. He takes in a deep breath.

“I’m sorry.” He breathes. “For what?” You ask. “For being rough.”

“I don’t mind it.” You blush. Hearing him laugh. “Darling you haven’t seen nothing yet.”

“I hope that’s true.” You mumble.

—

The next morning, you’re sore as you get out of your bed. After everything had happened, you spent a lot of time talking with Ghost. You don’t remember falling asleep.

You get dressed, making your way out into the hallway, hissing slightly as you do. He’d really done a number on you. “Ah. Look who finally decided to join us.” Gaz laughs. “What?” You mumble. You look at the time, eyes widening. It’s almost 11am. “Why didn’t anyone wake me up?” You ask. “Ghost told us to let you sleep in. Said you had a long night.” He smirks. You roll your eyes.

“Sounds like he’s the one who had a long night.” You laugh, lifting the cup of coffee to your lips. They’re all looking at you with wide eyes. “He’s behind me isn’t he?”

They nod. You roll your eyes, turning around. Seeing him standing there with his arms cross. “Where’s your arm brace?”

“Haven’t put it on yet.” You shrug. “Y/N. Go put it on.” He rolls his eyes. “Alright alright.” You mumble, disappearing back down the hallway. “You wanna come help me put it on?” You wink at him, hearing everyone laugh in the mess hall.

“You’re something else.”

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genjv4rse · 1 year

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#사랑 enhypen as your bf !

warnings!...none just pure fluff and affection, lowercase intended.

notes : fun fact this was the first work i wanted to post but got distracted :)

genre : fluff, established relationships, slight angst

𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗨𝗡𝗚!

soft flirty bf huhu he's literally gonna flirt so hard and on top of that if you're shy he's absolutely gonna shapeshift your cheeks into a tomato/strawberry whatv red stuff you prefer :) i mean we all know hee is a pro at flirting so good luck to your sanity RIP

lots of singing fs this man's gonna sing for you like can't sleep? dw babe he's got a soty typa lullaby, bored/stressed? who needs a lofi playlist when you got lee hee :) hEAR me out he's definitely gonna write songs for you jsjsjs he's gonna sing em to you randomly cause It's romantic right?? he'll look deep into your eyes, throw that signature smirk of his and sing oh so lovingly cause he knows he's driving you nutz ;)

lotsss of movie gaming dates he'll beat you at every game heyyy he's an ace i don’t make the rules 🥱 but time to time he'll chill down and let you win few rounds intentionally but you don't need to know that

he loves to kiss you sm, your cheeks are his fav place to smooch uwu. but don't forget to smooch him back hehe.

his love is is a mix of quality time and words of affection !

𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗪𝗢𝗡!

omg he's gonna be so caring and protective towards you he's basically your second momma 😭

but don’t get fooled by his strong facade deep inside he's your lil kitty ready to be taken care of so plz do check on him and give him the affection he deserves

he gets seriously jealous whenever your paying too much attention on maeumi and she's reciprocating it with heavy affection. "cats are best" he would literally blurt out of nowhere and you can't help but laugh at his silly tantrum.

there will be times where won wouldn’t be feeling his best. all the stress, work and commotion tires him out sm yet he still feels like he's not the best. on those days he only seeks for your comfort. knowing very well all he needs is you beside him to make him feel better plz always love this boy he's gonna be a mess without you :(

his love is a mix of quality time and soft physical affection !

𝗝𝗔𝗬 !

rich sugar daddy bf but he actually acts like a dad lmao

if your eyes lingers on a item from more than 0.00001 seconds he'll buy it for you no matter what

he makes you lots of healthy homemade meals and does all the chores for you plz he's such a material man I want him 🛐

jay loves you alot and is always there to guide in every situation he'll be both mature and goofy cracking silly dad jokes to lighten up your mood girl you better appreciate this man and love him back 😾‼️

his love is a mix acts of service and words of affection !

𝗝𝗔𝗞𝗘!

so how does it feel to have a rizzmastser as your bf 😃? /j

he's so cute goofy and babygirl you wanna gatekeep him

he'll get excited over all sorts of lil things. will take you out on various fun dates like arcades, amusement parks, pet cafes but his most fav date place and activity is going out on a walk with you and layla in a nice, less crowded, green park uwu!

you’re basically layla's mom now. he'll let you play with her and take care of her in his absence (layla's so cute noo 😭)

another smooch lover but his fav place is the lips ;) his lips are basically glued to yours.

his love is a mix of quality time and physical affection !

𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗡 !

awkward ahh goofy bf 😃

he's gonna be so unserious in general but dw he gets pretty mature and serious when he needs to be :)

he'll be a bit awkward at initiating affection first so if you take matters in hand and initiate affection first he'll be over the moon ahaha.

once he's opened up to you he'll be quite a affectionate guy but he isn’t a pda lover so behind closed doors he's all lovey dovey ^^

he'll let you play with gaeul and then he's gonna be like "gaeul is so lucky to have visual parents aka me n you 😌💅" and you’re like 😀👍 lmao

ice rink dates uwu. he's gonna be your personal figure skating coach <3

his love language is definitely quality times !

𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗢𝗢 !

the slayest bf ever im jealous 🥺

king of affection boy's literally gonna bicker about who's the most affectionate one or who's more slay lol.

lots of tteobokkie dates and self care nights

yall will do sleep overs and do each others skincare. he's practically gonna turn into your special dermatologist 💅

but he can be very serious and understanding. whenever your having a hard time he'll be there in a flash of light he understands you better than anyone in this world and is always there to cheer you up <3

his love language is a mix of physical affection and quality time !

𝗡𝗜-𝗞𝗜 !

A 6'3" TEASE

but first he needs time to open up to you to get friendly enough to tease relentlessly

so when he gets all warmed up say bye bye to your life 😈 /j

he teases you and is very playful but dw he respects you alot too and is very understanding and serious when needed to be <3

lots of piggyback rides from him, he loves to cuddle you and play footsies lol.

he loves to lay on your lap cuz in that position he can admire your pretty face and relax too 😍

he'll call you in his late night solo practices to showoff but it'll turn into a goofy dance session and filled with laughs and affection he's so 😢

he'll take you out on arcade or bowling dates and would tease the he'll out of you if you suck :D

insists on playing video games with you but it ends up with him doing some stupid bets you always keep losing 🙄 but dw he'll let you win time to time intentionally ;)

he'll be such a sillygoofy fun boyfie plz I want him he's so cool and cute

he's love language will be a mix of quality time and physical affection !

taglist : @solarwoniii @shiningstar-byulxx @wtfhyuck

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bluebeary-jay · 9 months

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Midnight kisses

Joel Miller x f!Reader

Summary: Jackson celebrates the New Year’s Eve, and you're thinking about finally confessing to your crush how much you like him. but Joel Miller, the object of your affections, might have other plans in mind. (based on this adorable request!!)

Tags: FLUFF my beloved 🥰, Joel is very flirty in this one, lots of crushinggg, just old sweet mutual pining (also they're both lovesick idiots)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and being drunk, jealousy, age difference

Word count: 5.4K

A/N: i had a lot of fun with this one 🥰 thank you so much once again for the request, dear, i hope you'll like what i came up with. (btw this was supposed to be a short fic but it seems i'm unable to write one 😔) still i hope yall will like it and as always, happy reading!! 💕

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓆝 𓆟 𓆞

The party was in a full swing.

You didn’t expect anything else from the Jackson community. Ever since you arrived here, you were astounded by the effort that the people living in this small town were making to create a life as normal and joyous as possible – for their children and themselves. And today, on New Year’s Eve, they outdid themselves. There was food, music and drinks – almost as if the apocalypse outside those walls never happened.

You were sitting by one of the tables, sipping on your beverage while you waited for your friend, Angie, to arrive. Dancing alone didn’t sound like an appealing idea, so while you waited for her, you opted for some people-watching – though if you were honest with yourself, it was more like ‘person-watching’.

Your eyes strayed to a figure on the opposite side of the room for like a twentieth time, but you couldn’t help it even if you wanted to. Because there stood a man who still, even after more than a year of knowing him, made the butterflies in your stomach take flight.

Joel Miller.

He looked really good in a clean flannel and fitting jeans, you conceded. His hair was slightly wet, like he washed it just before coming to the party, and combed a little to the back, making the silver strands in his hair and beard shine in the low lights. You found yourself unable to look away or get rid of that stupid grin on your face that lingered when Joel smiled lopsidedly at something his brother said. The muscles in his arm bulged when he lifted his glass to take a sip, and you watched the lines of his neck when his throat bobbed...

“You’re ogling,” murmured a voice next to your ear, and you jumped a little in surprise. Next to you stood Angie, smirking at you.

“Jesus, Angie.” You put your hand on your chest, your heart pounding rapidly. “A ’hello’ would be nice.”

Your friend knew, of course, about your massive crush on Joel Miller, and you thought more than a year of pining on your part would cause her to grow bored of all the jokes and teasing that she threw your way. Apparently, you were wrong.

“Hello,” she said, then sat down on the other chair and leaned closer to you with a wide smile. “You’re ogling. In a room full of people, may I add.”

“I’m not,” you murmured defensibly, but your face grew warm at the realization that she caught you. “How long have you been standing here, anyway?”

“Like half a minute. By the way, you’re also drooling.”

“I’m not!” you repeated, now in an irritated whisper. You knew you weren’t drooling, but still had to refrain yourself from wiping your mouth, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. “Stop making things up.”

“You should just go talk to him.” Angie casually nodded in Joel’s direction. “He didn’t come with a date, sooo…”

“That doesn’t mean anything. Maybe he’s waiting for someone.”

“Uh, duh!” Angie flicked you on the forehead, and you hissed. “For you to make a move. You can… oh, I know!” she bounced in her seat excitedly and clapped her hands. “Ask him to dance with you!”

You almost snorted. “Joel Miller dancing? Sure. He wouldn’t agree even if he did like me.”

“He does like you. Jesus, you flirt with each other all the time.” The smile disappeared from her lips and she rolled her eyes. “Honestly, you’d have to be blind and deaf not to notice. And maybe dead.”

“There’s no flirting, I told you.” You took a sip of your drink, glancing at the object of your affection. “He talks in this way to everyone.”

“He never called me ‘darling’,” Angie retorted. “Or gave me his jacket when we got caught up in the rain.”

You smiled softly at the memory, but that just made you feel even more hopeless, because since that day, you weren’t able to have a normal conversation with the man you liked so much.

“What do I do?” you whined, leaning on the table. “He’s so beautiful. And he for sure doesn’t see me that way.”

“Are you drunk already? You said you didn’t want a repeat from–”

“–from last year, yeah,” you finished for her and sighed. “I’m not drunk, just feeling down. There’s no way I’ll be able to tell him I like him, Angie.”

“Maybe you won’t have to.” Your friend nudged you gently. “You can just inconspicuously take him under one of the mistletoe and go ‘oh, what’s that?’, and then…”

“What mistletoe?” you asked, only now looking up at the ceiling where familiar-looking leaves were tied with a string to the support beams under the ceiling and above the doors. “Why is there mistletoe hanging?” you asked skeptically. “It’s a New Year’s Eve party.”

“I think they haven’t taken it down since last week.” Angie shrugged, but then grinned at you. “Don’t you think it’s a sign, though? So many places to kiss your crush under~...”

“Jesus, keep your voice down,” you groaned, hiding your face in your hands again. “You’re impossible.”

“You’re impossible,” she mocked in a low voice. “I’m trying to help.”

“I know, babe,” you whined, and sighed heavily again. “You know what, maybe I should just forget it. Let’s go have fun, dance, and later throw up from all the food and…”

Suddenly, Angie interrupted you with a high noise in her throat. You gave her a questioning look and she looked at you with a tight-lipped smile and wide eyes.

“He’s coming here.”

“What?!” You automatically turned around before Angie hissed for you not to look, and sure enough, there was Joel Miller, making his way through the crowd with his eyes locked on you. “Oh my god,” you breathed, clutching at your friend’s hand. “He must’ve seen us talking. What do I do?”

“You sit there and look smoking hot, and let him flirt with you,” she answered with confidence you didn’t feel. “And maybe you won’t even need to ask for the kiss, maybe he’ll do it for–” Her eyes darted above your shoulder. “Oh, hey, Miller.”

You gulped and took a deep breath before turning around and– oh, God, he looked even better up close.

Angie kicked you lightly under the table when you didn’t say anything, and you cleared your throat, smiling up at the man you were so crazy about. “Uhm, hi, Jo– Mr Miller.”

“Didn’t I tell you to call me by my name, sugar?” He had kind of a boyish smile on his face that made him look younger and even more handsome, which in turn made your stomach fill with warmth. He sat down next to you, and his eyes scanned you down and back up, slowly, lingering on your legs and curves just for a second longer. “You look lovely.” He then glanced at Angie, sending her a nod. “Both of you.”

“Really?” you beamed, and Angie kicked your ankle again, making you wince. “Uhm, thanks. You clean up nicely yourself.”

A trace of smirk ran across his face, but it was gone before you could make sure it was really there in the first place.

“Are you enjoyin’ the party?” he asked casually, hiding one hand in the front pocket of his jeans. Your eyes followed his movement before you caught yourself.

“Y-yeah, it’s nice. A little too loud for me, but really nice.”

“Maybe you wanna step outside for a bit, then?” Joel nodded in the direction of the deck in the back, and your heart started beating faster.

Did he want to be alone with you? Or was just being polite and preferred to talk somewhere quieter, and you were getting your hopes up unnecessarily? You hoped it was the first, that he genuinely enjoyed chatting with you as much as you did with him – but you never knew with a man like Joel Miller. He was an enigma, sometimes serious and so stoic that you couldn’t for the world figure out what was going on in his head, and other times charming and teasing, making you weak in the knees when he was looking at you with that fiery glint in his eyes…

“Sugar?” Joel asked, lifting his eyebrows with what seemed to be amusement, and you cursed yourself mentally for spacing out.

“Sorry, I… Yes, let’s– sure, let’s go.”

All of you stood up and you looked over your shoulder at Angie with a panicked face, but instead of reassuring you, she sent you a quick, sly grin.

“You two go ahead,” she chirped. “I’m gonna go look for my date.”

“Angie–” you whispered, giving her a look, but the woman just winked and turned around, disappearing into the crowd of dancing people. “Angie!”

Before you could go after her, you felt a big, warm hand on the small of your back, and your entire body tensed. Joel leaned over to your ear, whispering in a low voice.

“Shall we?”

“Yeah,” you squealed, so quietly he probably didn’t hear it over the loud music. “Sure.”

Your legs moved on their own, going where he guided you. The walk to the terrace in the back lasted no longer than fifteen seconds, but it felt like hours had passed. You were very aware of the light pressure of his fingertips on your back, with only one layer of material separating your skin from his, and the nerves of feeling him so close behind you were making you walk stiffly and oddly – though, miraculously, he didn’t seem to notice.

“I don’t like how loud the music is, either,” Joel said after you two exited the main room, and he closed the door. Then he glanced at you again, his eyes flicking to your bare legs just for a second longer. “Are you cold?”

“No,” you answered truthfully. Not only was it nice to feel the cool air after sitting in a stuffy room with a crowd of people for so long, but also you still felt warm from Joel’s closeness. “I’m alright.” Joel nodded absentmindedly, and you squinted. “Did you want to talk about something or…”

“Nah, just wanted to escape for a minute.” He rubbed his beard and shrugged, but there was tightness to his body language. “Not much to do in there except for drinkin’.”

“And dancing,” you cut in.

Joel glanced at you, and the lazy smirk returned onto his features.

“You like to dance, sweet girl?” he asked, and you felt your face growing hot when you heard his tone. Low, drawling and oh, so delicious.

“If the party is good, yes, I guess so.” Then you remembered what Angie suggested earlier, and you took a shaky breath, mustering all the courage you had in you. “We… if you want, we could dance a little later, if they play something nice…?”

But the hot nerves in your chest turned to cold disappointment when Joel started to shake his head with a chuckle. “Nah, darlin’. Sorry, I don’t… I’m no dancer.”

“Noone here is,” you retorted, a bit hurt by how quick his rejection was. “It’s just for fun.”

“I know better ways to have fun than t’make an idiot of myself in front of bunch of people.”

“Like what?”

Of course, you just had to ask.

Joel smirked, as if he was just waiting for it, and took a step forward, forcing you to take one backwards. His brown eyes bored into yours, making you weak in your knees, and you promptly turned your gaze away, not able to withstand the tension in the air. With a cough, you walked up to the wooden railing, pretending that you weren’t feeling sheepish at all.

“For one, talkin’ here with you is fun enough for me.”

You forced yourself to look at Joel when you heard it, just to see if he’s joking, but the man appeared genuine. He leaned against the rails, his hand right next to your shoulder, and you couldn’t get rid of the thought of how easy it’d be for him to cage you in this spot with his strong arms, how he’d make your entire body tremble…

But you weren’t quite sure yet if he was being sweet or just tried to mess with you, so you decided that a teasing response would be the best course of action.

“I don’t know.” You shrugged lightly. “I’d still like to find someone to dance with tonight.”

At that, Joel’s hand gripped the railing tighter and his body stiffened. You had to hide a triumphant smirk on your face, pleased that you managed to throw him off his game – whatever it was that he was playing.

“One of your friends?” In your peripheral vision you saw him lifting his eyebrows with the faintest of scowls. “Or one of those shady guys sittin’ at the bar, staring at pretty girls like you? ’Cause they’re no good for you, darlin’.”

“Oh, really?” you scoffed and lifted your chin, feeling touched that Joel was acting so protective – (and maybe even… jealous?) – about what you said. “You were the one that didn’t want to dance. What do you know about what’s good for me, anyway?”

“Those guys won’t treat you right. They just want a girl to spend the night with, and you deserve better than that.”

He was right, of course, but it didn’t mean you were going to openly give him his due. You made an acknowledging noise, not really sure what to say, but Joel didn’t seem to mind. He continued in a quiet, raspy voice that sent shivers down your spine. “You deserve someone who’d take real good care of you, darlin’. Not some drunk out of their ass idiot.”

“Are you drunk, Mr Miller?” you asked, not looking at him in fear he’ll see how red his words made you, though you could still see his smirk in the corner of your eye.

“No.”

“You act like you are.”

“C’mon, sugar, look at me.” He took your chin between his fingers and your body went rigid. His warm gaze met yours for just a second, and he tilted his head forward a little. “Do I look drunk?”

“A little.” You turned your head away, but he tsked and guided your chin back.

“In the eyes, darlin’.” You gulped at his words, and his dark, brown irises twinkled in the fairy lights dangling from the roof and walls. “And call me Joel, please.”

His chest was almost touching yours, and you felt the wooden railing digging into your lower back, but at that moment you didn’t mind at all. Joel was so close, and your breath hitched in your throat when you got enveloped in his earthy smell, with a tinge of bonfire and… was that cologne? For some reason the discovery that he used cologne for tonight made your heart flutter.

But as much as you loved every second of being so close to him, you remembered that you weren’t alone on the terrace. There was a pair of people talking – well, now kissing, judging by the sound of it – and your eyes darted to the side to see if they were looking at you both. “Come on, there are people here. It’s not…”

The man clicked his tongue in disapproval and moved slightly closer, now practically pinning you against the railing with his body, and you squealed unwillingly when he, once again, made you look at him.

“Eyes on me.”

And God, if it wasn’t the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen or heard. It was unfair how much power his gaze and tone wielded over you.

“Okay,” you managed to whimper, and the corner of his mouth curled upwards, creating that adorable dimple in his cheek.

“And my name, sugar.”

You didn't know why you were complying so easily, but something about the softness and tenderness in his voice made you feel safe. He wouldn’t hurt you, of that you were absolutely sure.

“Okay, Joel.”

His thumb brushed the edge of your bottom lip with the softest of touches, making your legs almost turn to jelly. It made you want to say his name again, though in a much more needy tone.

“That’s a good girl,” Joel murmured with a smirk, never looking away.

Lord, have mercy.

You were so grateful for the wooden rails behind your back, because you were sure you’d collapse any second now if he kept looking at you like that.

“I… Joel…”

“Tell me if you’re uncomfortable,” he murmured without taking his eyes off of you for even a second. Your brain was mush at this point, but even if you could formulate any words, you doubt you’d ask him to step away. So you settled on shaking your head slightly, to which Joel nodded. “Lemme know immediately if it changes, darlin’.”

How could you be so blind? All you could think about was that Angie was right – there was no way Joel Miller wasn’t flirting with you. Maybe he even liked you. Maybe – just maybe – he wanted to kiss you just as much as you wanted to kiss him.

“Didn’t you wanna… get back to the party?”

You didn’t make any move to get away yourself, however, not wanting him to drop the arm with which he was holding your chin. The material of his shirt was bulging over the lines of his biceps, and it felt really nice to stand so close to him.

“I’m in no rush.” Joel’s voice dipped, and your insides tightened. “You?”

“No, but–”

“Here you are, you ol’ fucker!”

Joel took a step back, and you both turned to see his younger brother walking clumsily through the door with a big, drunken grin on his face. You cleared your throat, still breathless and blushed, but both Millers didn’t pay you any mind anymore.

“Tommy.” Joel’s face was like made out of stone, but his eyes were betraying how irritated he was with the interruption.

“You thought you’d manage to get away, ya old dog?” Tommy hooked an arm around his older brother’s shoulders and finally looked at you to send you a wink. “Sorry, sweetheart, gotta borrow ‘im for a second. He has a date to get to.”

It took you a couple of seconds to register that yes, you heard him right. A heavy veil of hurt and disbelief slowly fell down on you, and your eyes started to prickle as you looked from Tommy to Joel.

“A date?”

He had a date. Why then did he talk and act this way with you, making you feel like you ever had a chance with him?

“C’mon, don’t keep a lady waiting,” Tommy said to Joel instead of answering you, and tugged the other man back inside, but Joel didn’t move. “Who knows, maybe you’ll even get lucky tonight!”

That you couldn’t listen to.

Trying to hide how painful his words were to you, you ducked your head and tried to slip past the brothers, desperate to get out of here. A hand – which felt so achingly familiar now – shot out and grabbed your elbow before you could escape. You lifted your tearful eyes only to meet Joel’s sorrowful ones.

“Darlin’, wait. It’s not…”

“No, it’s okay,” you interrupted him, tearing your gaze away. “I wanted to go to the bathroom, anyway.”

Joel looked like he wanted to say something else, but you couldn’t bear being in his and Tommy’s presence any longer. You slipped out of his grasp, quickly coming back inside and navigating your way to the bathrooms.

He had a date for tonight. And still he flirted with you and touched you so lovingly, and… and almost…

Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid! To think you ever had a chance.

You dashed into the bathroom and quickly opened the first free stall you saw, then shut it behind you. There you just slumped against the wall and wrapped your arms around yourself, giving in to the flow of your tears, but trying not to make a sound.

You felt so foolish for letting yourself fall under Joel Miller’s spell, for ignoring that he obviously couldn’t be interested in someone like you.

He probably saw you as a dumb child. No wonder he’d prefer someone else, probably a woman closer to his own age.

But why did he have to be so cruel, to lead you on and hint that…

No, you realized. It was your own damn fault for letting your heart justify his every action towards you.

Almost ten minutes must’ve passed before you got a grip on yourself and decided to go find Angie. You needed to talk to someone, preferably distract yourself from the unpleasant situation you had to experience, and maybe try to salvage the evening somehow. With that in mind you took a couple of breaths, wiped your eyes and then hesitantly exited the bathroom.

You only managed to take a couple of steps, however, before your eyes were drawn to a familiar and beautiful side profile. You wished you didn’t know his face so well, because then you wouldn’t see Joel whispering something to a stunning woman you didn’t know at the far end of the room. She was hanging off his arm, bright eyes and a million-dollars smile directed solely at him. Joel appeared to be looking around, but a few seconds later he put his hand on the small of the woman’s back – just as he did earlier with you – and started walking. Neither of them looked your way before exiting through the front door and leaving the party.

As well as a gaping hole in your heart.

*****

A few minutes later you managed to find Angie. You were a mess at this point, barely able to stop yourself from sobbing. It was truly pathetic.

“I don’t know her name. But I saw them leaving, and she was hanging off his arm and–” you choked on your words and gave a humorless laugh. “God, I’m such an idiot.”

“I’m so sorry, hon.” Angie looked at you sadly. “We can ditch the party if you want. Go to my place and watch some movies,” she suggested gently, but you were already shaking your head.

“No, no. I’m fine, really, I… I think I'll just go home. But you should stay with your girlfriend.” Angie looked like she was about to protest, but you squeezed her hand reassuringly. “I promise I’m okay. I’m just gonna go straight back home and lock myself inside with a bowl of ice-cream. Or go to sleep.”

“I don’t think you should be alone right now.”

“I… I think I need to.” You gave her a weak, sad smile, and stood up. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, okay? You have fun, I don’t want to ruin your night, too.”

“You’re not ruining anythi–”

“I mean… this. All of this stuff with,” you swallowed heavily, “him.”

Angie still seemed unconvinced, but finally nodded after a while. “Alright. But come and get me if you feel worse.”

“I promise. Love you.”

“Love you, too. Take care of yourself, okay?”

You nodded, then went towards the side exit and out into the snowy night without looking back. You didn’t want to stay here and watch as all those happy couples share sweet kisses at midnight, thus reminding you of your heartbreak.

This time you had your coat on, but it was far too thin for this kind of weather. You wrapped it tighter around yourself and hid your hands in the pockets, starting to make your way home. It was a bit far from the main square, but you needed to get away from the music and laughter of the partygoers as quickly as possible.

Alas, you only managed to walk one street away when out of nowhere, a big hand grabbed your elbow, stopping you in your tracks. “Wait.”

You turned around and took a step backwards at the same time, freeing your arm with a strong tug. The words full of anger were ready to spill out of your mouth, but that was until you saw who stood in front of you with a painful expression.

The last person you expected to see here.

“Joel?” You whispered surprisedly and looked around, but there was no one else nearby. Not that strange woman you saw him with, at least. “What are you doing here?”

“I was lookin’ for you,” he rasped between gasps, like he ran all the way here. “You weren’t at the party.”

“Why were you… What are you doing here?” you repeated more coldly, the sight of him only making your fresh heartache so much more noticeable. “I thought you left.”

“M’so sorry.” Joel’s beautiful dark eyes were full of sadness and weariness. “I would have never left you if I could help it, darlin’.”

He took half a step forward and lifted his hand slightly to graze yours with his icy-cold fingertips. You weren’t wearing any gloves either, so his touch sent a jolt up your arm. You looked down at it, but gently moved your hand away. “I don’t understand. Didn’t you have a… date?”

“No.” He sighed and rubbed his eyes, shaking his head. You avoided his eyes and instead watched as snowflakes landed and melted in his hair. “No, it was Tommy… You saw how drunk he was, and he wanted to set me up, insisted on talking to that girl, but I…”

“You should get back to her, then,” you said dryly, really not having strength to even hide how hurtful his mere presence was. You went past him, hiding your neck in your coat. “I don’t want to keep you from–”

“Darlin’, wait.” Joel grabbed your arm again, though still gently and without any force. “Listen, she was nice, but I told her that I can’t get involved in anythin’, because I…” He faltered slightly when you looked him in the eyes, for the first time since your talk on the terrace. “There is… it’s– fuck.” He shut his eyes and took a deep breath, as if gathering courage. “There is someone else,” he finally spoke, his voice almost trembling, and looked at you again, “that I’m madly in love with. And it’s you.”

Through the open door to the party someone shouted what sounded like the time, but it was all happening in the background of your mind. All you could focus on was Joel, standing so close to you and looking almost scared as he waited for your reaction.

Cold crept up your limbs and up to your cheeks while you tried to digest what the hell you just heard, but as if held by the invisible force of his gaze, you couldn’t move an inch.

“...what?”

“I… really, really like you,” Joel whispered, his dark and sad eyes drilling into your unbelieving ones. “I went to this party just to see you, darlin’. And I’d never chose to spend the evenin’ with anyone else but you. I’m so sorry I left you like that and…”

He then gulped and very slowly lifted his hand to your face, not fully cupping your cheek but hovering just above it. He searched your eyes, but when you didn’t back away, he touched your skin carefully, and an involuntary sigh escaped you as your eyes fluttered closed.

You never thought one could be touched with such care and fondness. No one has ever treated you like that before, like you were made of the most precious glass.

“You can tell me to fuck off,” Joel whispered, and you opened your eyes to find his face a little closer than before. “I just thought that maybe… if you would maybe, too…”

He was getting flustered again, and it was the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. It must’ve been close to midnight now, because you noticed that the music stopped and the racket inside the building was at its peak, though it was hard to distinguish the words people were shouting when your heartbeat was almost deafening in your ears.

“But I saw you leaving with that woman.” You had to make sure you were on the same page with him before you did something idiotic. Again. “You aren’t…?”

“No,” Joel breathed a quiet chuckle and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, while his eyes danced across your face. “It’s only ever been you, darlin’.”

Then he must’ve heard something – his head turned to the side to look at where the party was still going on, before his eyes returned to you, and you felt his thumb swiping your cheek in an oh, so tender manner.

“May I?” he asked in a whisper, so close that his breath skimmed your parted lips. You hoped he was asking about what you thought, but this time wasn’t brave enough to ask and clarify.

So you just nodded.

And Joel leaned in, without any hurry, and kissed you.

It was fitting, you supposed, that only a couple of seconds later the clock chimed midnight, and shrieks of laughter and cheers filled the air while the people still present at the party celebrated loudly. You couldn’t care less, however, because in that moment, your entire world was Joel. His – still cold – hand caressed your scorching cheek, and the other found its place on your hip. The smell of him, the warmth with which his body radiated, and the feeling of his lips, rougher in touch than you’ve imagined, but still soft in movement – all of it together was almost overwhelming.

You parted after a while with blissful sighs, though didn’t move away – Joel still held you close, his forehead pressed to yours, and eyes shut tightly, as if he was in pain. He took a trembling breath when you touched his jaw with your icy fingers.

“Tell me to stop,” he pleaded in a murmur, taking you aback. “Sugar, if you don’t… Please, tell me to stop.”

You shook your head and held onto him tighter before he even finished.

“Please, don’t stop.”

Your lips clashed again, tongues meeting and dancing together, and it was the closest you’ve ever felt to any type of heaven in this cruel, forsaken world. Joel pulled you flush against him and kissed you again, more forcefully this time, tangling his fingers in your hair. You let out an involuntary moan, but his mouth swallowed the sound immediately, not giving you a split second of respite.

“I wanted to do it a year ago,” Joel muttered between the kisses, before he took your face in his hands to look you in the eyes properly. He smiled, that same adorable and boyish smile, when he saw how breathless and flushed you were. “Wanted to kiss you so much, sugar, but,” he obviously fought back a laugh at this point, his eyes crinkling, “you got wasted and puked your guts out just before midnight.”

“Oh my god.” You didn’t know he saw it, particularly the moment when all the alcohol you consumed a year ago refused to stay in your stomach. “I wasn’t– I don’t usually… I got drunk ‘cause I saw Sheryll kissing you on the cheek,” you admitted with embarrassment, feeling your skin growing even hotter. “I thought you and her were together at that point…”

“But why did you get drunk because of it, sweet girl?” Joel mused, brushing his nose against yours and obviously teasing you. You snorted and shook your head.

“You know why.”

“I want to hear it from you.”

You playfully pushed him away lightly, but he tightened his grip around you, not letting you step away.

“You’re an asshole sometimes,” you whispered, making Joel chuckle. “Fine. I really wanted to kiss you, too. Happy?”

He smiled and kissed you again, softly and passionately this time, cradling your cheek in his palm.

“Very,” he whispered against your lips and dragged his nose up to plant a kiss on your forehead. “Very much, baby.”

Your heart fluttered with joy at his affectionate tone. Joel pulled away, his hands leaving your body to cover your own, situated on his jaw and arm.

“Now, what do you say we head back inside?” he asked with a disarming smile, brushing your knuckles with his thumbs. “And maybe you’ll let me ask you for a dance?”

You didn’t give an answer, but the joyous kiss you pressed to his lips – which, with your enthusiasm, almost made both of you topple over into the snow – spoke for itself.

#joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #joel miller #pedro pascal x reader #the last of us #joel miller x you #joel miller x y/n #the last of us fanfiction #joel tlou #joel miller fluff

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hanniluvi · 10 months

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💭 — HEESEUNG AS YOUR BOYFRIEND !

tysm for requesting seol pookie 😊🫶 here to fulfill ur deluluness <3

warnings : mentions of pet names, mentions of kissing

— he definitely loves kissing your hands. like he could be playing around with your hands and suddenly he just kisses your knuckles.

— loves, i mean it, loves it when you sit on his lap. like he would literally drag you to his lap, whether at home or in public. he just likes wrapping his arms around your waist and having you close. screaming

— you can’t tell me he wouldn’t be a jealous type 😭 like he’s jealous and think hes sooo good at hiding it… (hes not good at it whatsoever) like he probably would side-eye anyone who he thinks is being too touchy w/ you… probably pulls that “boyfriend card” and be like, “are you ready to go, babe?” or suddenly kisses you on the cheek to let the other person know you’re off limits … LIKE SHUT UP

— def uses baby/babe…probably uses princess to tease you

— adding onto the teasing part, he would says “oh really?” with a smirk when teasing you just to make you more flustered

— “yeah i think you look great—” “oh really? how so?” “if you don’t shut your mouth.” LMAOOO

— i think he’s a very attentive boyfriend, like he would remember all these little details. so like when he does smth sweet and you ask him why, he simply just goes “because you like it” or “i remember you saying you like this”

— sings for you just because. like if you ask him to sing you to sleep, he’d do it for you everyday and every night

— obviously in love with you. like anyone can spot the heart eyes he gives to you only. and because of this, he gets teased by the others a lot and comes to you for help 😭

— finds you cute for literally no reason. like sir chill out you do not need to be saying cute every minute?? and when he does, he would js walk to you and ruffle your hair or just give you head pats … uh yeah i need a heeseung

— i think he prefers calling over texting just so he could think about your voice / face after the call ends. let’s say, it just makes him fall for you even more <3

— not a spam texter, def sends like 1-2 texts at a time, but flirty ones. and when you give back the same vibe/tone and send similar texts as his, he’s already giggling. yeah, you do that to him.

— def enjoys listening to you talk. if it was possible, he’d just be wanting to hear you talk 24/7. even jokes about how you should create a podcast just for him.

— tells you jokes all the time just for you to laugh at him

— loves kissing you okay …. like you + his lips always. kissing you when you’re out, a quick peck before he leaves the house, smothering you with kisses when it’s time to sleep, just every day, he would kiss you sooo much.

— out of habit, he would always get a second bowl of food just for you. ramen? you don’t even have to ask, he’s already cooking two packs. he just automatically grabs two bowls but serves you first. “do you want this?”

— loves teaching you things he knows how to do. like he would praise you sm after and look at you so lovingly as you attempt it. “you’re doing great!” , “woah you’re better than me!”

💭 — how delulu are you after reading this

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hyukaslvr · 6 months

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dribble my heart // n. riki

<masterlist!!

summary⚽︎ ‘i wish i were a girl’, you didn’t expect yourself to come terms with your feelings towards your best friend, until you stupidly decided to kiss him during spin the bottle and overthink everything about the two of you.

warnings⚽︎ cussing, internalized homophobia, being made fun of, kissing, alcohol consumption, reader being drunk

genre⚽︎ male! reader, jock!riki , soccer player!riki, ANGST, some fluff, gay gay gay gay gay

w.c⚽︎ approx 7k

a/n: i wasn’t planning on making a niki fic until later but then i heard this saying ‘i wish you were a girl,’ and i just thought how sad it would be to write a fic with someone about how the reader thought that about themselves when liking them as a male. just the saying is sad in general, but hopefully i made it up with niki being in love with yall🫵

reminder: it’s okay to be gay, don’t let it bother you if you think it’s wrong or not. you love who you love! and there’s nothing wrong with that, especially coming from me, who is queer and has a girlfriend. you’re amazing and you don’t need to hate yourself for something you can’t control or like, love is love and you can’t change that or your feelings. you always have someone to talk to no matter the situation, you’re never alone. cheesy, but be who you are for your pride. love you💜

“i wish i was a girl,” you had blurted out, drunk and upset over someone who didn’t even like you back, sobbing in your best friends arms.

you wanna know what makes you feel ten times as worse? HE was the one you were crying over.

you felt so stupid and you shouldn’t had said anything to him about your feelings, and you just couldn’t handle anymore. he asked how you were feeling, and that’s just how you felt.

because being in love with nishimura riki was tough, especially as a guy.

first of all, he’s a jock, a soccer player, to be exact. he is popular, cute, funny, incredibly good looking, a flirty best friend, and everything you’d want in a girl. expect, he’s a guy, and so are you.

you didn’t realize how badly your feelings were affecting you until that day, sobbing in the arms of your best friend as he was shook by your words, ‘i wish i was a girl’, because you’ve never spoken like that.

the whole situation was just so internalized to yourself to the point that he couldn’t help but to carry you to his car to take you home from the party, and a bad experience of spin the bottle, just to start sobbing as soon as he started comforting you in his house. he only took you home because you were drunk, he kissed you, and something was clearly wrong.

he had no idea you were having the thoughts and feelings until it all happened, and because he was the cause of it.

you didn’t mean to go to this party, hell, you didn’t even want to. but the way he invited you, smiling brightly, hoping you’d say yes to go to a halloween party with you. you’ve never gone to a high school party, because you didn’t want to, there was a reason to it.

everyone, i mean EVERYONE, knew you were gay way before you did. you thought people were just trying to make fun of you as a stupid joke, you never saw a problem being gay, until you realized you were gay.

not that being gay is a bad thing, it just wasn’t you, or so you thought.

you’ve always only ever thought about women, you’ve only ever liked women. hell, you were so in love with only ever women, being gay was never an idea.

until he kissed you, probably as a fucking joke, during a stupid halloween party, and only kissed you because spin the fucking bottle. you wouldn’t had gotten so upset if you weren’t so wasted, but everything is hitting you as you wake up.

first of all, you wake up in his bed. he never lets anyone sleep in his bed, you’ve only ever slept in his living together.

second of all, he slept in the bed with you, he even changed your clothes and washed the fake blood off your face.

third of all, you were on fucking top of him, while his arms cradled your body like it was a pillow, and you were fucking drooling on his tee.

lastly, you wouldn’t had gotten so upset if it was him. if it wasn’t for his soft lips touching yours, one hand caressing your cheek and the other grabbing your waist, squeezing it once you kiss him back. it felt like it was just you and him, the music stopped playing, people were gone, all you could smell and feel was nishmura riki. he was kissing you like he’d been wanting to for so long, like he was desperate to kiss you.

and the way he immediately straightened up when the bottle on his turn slowly stopped on you, it was so noticeable and you couldn’t help but cave in too. it’s just a kiss between two totally straight best friends, kissing each other willingly while playing spin the fucking bottle.

and the kiss was just so good, you almost whined when he pulled away.

he had you wrapped around his finger, and you didn’t want to come to terms with your feelings for him.

it was all so new to you, and definitely to him. you both didn’t realize how you made each other feel until you started acting weird around him, and you started noticing him becoming a lot more affectionate to you. both of you guys doing things to each other you didn’t realize you were doing, and you both didn’t realize how the actions would make both of you so confused.

you’ve only ever known riki as your best friend, someone you grew up with and someone you learned to love, especially because you both were so different.

you hated sports, you grew up not being athletic at all so disliking sports made you feel better about yourself. but you loved watching riki play soccer.

he was so smooth, quickly turning his body around and pushing pass the defender, dribbling the ball consistently all around his left foot, and making the cleanest shots you’d ever seen.

soccer was the only interesting sport to you, and that’s your amazing best friend played it.

riki loved soccer, he grew up loving neymar. but he also loved the attention he would get from being so good at it, especially from you. he didn’t realize how much he liked it until talking to his friend, jake, about it.

‘ y/n probably only comes to see you play. you do realize that he hates sports, right? ’

those words just rung in riki’s head, making him wanting to do better. he had always felt scared to disappoint you, so the fact you only liked soccer just because of him made him want to do better. he wanted you to be proud, and he didn’t want to disappoint you.

but now, the more thought he put into it, the more he realized that he just wanted to impress you. he wanted something from you, but he didn’t realize he wanted you.

you slipped out of his arms, slowly peeling them away from your body, and went to his living room. you had to leave.

you knew it’s was wrong, but god who knows what you said after that, because you don’t even fucking remember.

your head was ringing and you felt like you were gonna explode. you needed to leave, you knew that seeing him was gonna be hard. your head snapped towards the creeping door behind you, quickly running without a thought to the door. you didn’t even have your shit, how can you leave without your phone?

so you hid, behind the counter to be exact, occasionally spinning slowly around it as he walked towards the fridge.

you didn’t see it in the bedroom, you didn’t even look in the bathroom, so when you saw him with his back turned and peeling a banana, you slowly ran to the bathroom to see.

to your luck, it was there, and so was your halloween costume, and your keys. you were so out of it that you forgot you had driving your car here. you needed to leave immediately before he realized you were still in the house and he would start searching for you.

“fuck,” you spit, running your hand through your hair was you creep in his room and into his closet, “this is all fucked, isn’t it?” you whispered to yourself, sinking down on the wall of the small area.

you stopped breathing as you hear footsteps coming towards the room, holding your breath as you hear the door crack open completely.

“y/n? are you still here?” he questioned walking in and searching the room. he sighed, and it sound disappointed. you were squeezing your eyes shut with your lids, your heart was racing. if he catches you, it’s gonna make things worse, because he’ll know you’re running away from him and the situation.

you didn’t realizing he had stepped in the room to the bathroom until you hear a click and a door shutting. you took your chances and rushed out of his closet and bedroom, running to see your shoes on the couch. you quickly grabbed them, not even wanting to risk getting caught or heard by riki, and dashed for the door.

you’ve never drove home so fast in your life, you swore you could of gotten pulled over if there was a cop in site.

you were pissed for the rest of the day, following the night time too. riki hasn’t texting you anything today. not his usual funny tiktok’s, or his random comments every thing. nothing.

just for you guys to go back to school, the day after, and sit next to eachother during lunch.

did that kiss mean anything to him?

“you’ve been off all day, y/n,” jake says, smiling with a ‘thank you’ after once the lunch lady hands him his burger, “is there something bothering you?” you scoff, glancing towards riki behind jake, his head tilted towards you in question also.

“yeah, you could say there’s something or someone bothering me,” you replied, glancing at your tray as you bite your lip.

usually, you and riki talk situations out immediately, but it’s been a whole two days and he hasn’t said a word to you. maybe he was nervous, maybe he was afraid to say something, but it was making you feel like shit. it’s like he was treating you like you did something wrong when you both made a mistake, but you didn’t want it to be a mistake.

but in all seriousness, riki didn’t know how he felt. he knew something was going on between you two, but he didn’t think much of it. so yeah, it shocked him, but it didn’t shock him as much as he thought it would. he loved the kiss, he really liked it and thinks that he has something for you. it was mainly just the fact that you blantly said that ‘you wished you were a girl’ once he asked if you were okay with being alone with him after the kiss.

riki knew it was about him possibly liking you and thinking the kiss was fine, because you for sure weren’t feminine at all and never mentioned anything like that before. but if you wanted him to like you, wouldn’t you want him to like you? not you as a girl?

so when you decided you needed to be away from him, reaching your limit of not talking to him, you left to go to the bathroom. you didn’t hear him follow you, nor expect him to stop you from closing the stall.

“riki, you can just come in here, i have to use the bathroom-” you stop talking as he pushes you against the stall, his arms over you head as he looks down at you, “riki-”

“why are you acting like i’m problem, do you not even remember what you told me that night?”

“riki- i don’t remember, it’s not that big of a deal-” you shut up once again, he leaned down more, his forehead practically touching yours.

“stop making me go crazy,” he spoke, sounding almost breathless, your heart felt like it was about to pound out of your chest, “why kiss me back- why agree to kiss me in the first place if, if you’re just not talk to me,” he starts to press his forehead harder against yours, his hands slided down and attached themselves to your hips, making you practically trapped underneath him, “i don’t wish you were a girl, i love the way you are and i love you-”

you couldn’t help yourself, his beautiful lips inches away from yours, his hand placement, if you didn’t kiss the boy right there and then you would of went crazy. he immediately pressed his soft lips against yours, sighing into the the kiss, you melting into his arms as you felt his grip get tighter around your hips.

your hands reached to cup his cheeks, kissing him deeper when he tilts his head. when you pull away, your gasping for air while liking up at the boy, who was also out of breath and look back at you.

“do you like me, nishamura riki?” you smirk, feeling confident and still out of breath from action.

“ ‘mhm, was going crazy when you weren’t speaking to me,” he pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around your torso making your breath caught in your throat.

“you were the one not texting me,”

“you were the one who snuck out of my house as soon as you woke up,” your eyes widened, was he up? you bit your lip, debating on what to say to respond to him. you couldn’t tell him you were embarrassed, he would definitely take it the wrong way, “i like you,” he admitted, his eyes start searching yours, he doesn’t want to think he’s getting the wrong idea from all this, who wouldn’t if it didn’t mean you liked him back.

“i really like you,” you respond finally, his lips started curving into a small smile, “and i think i didn’t like it at first,” you bite you lip, trying to find the right words, “not that i didn’t not like liking you, it was just so odd. i didn’t know the more i payed attention to you, the more i realized i liked you so much, and i think i’ve liked you for awhile i just didn’t come to terms with it,” you finish, staring at him for his response, but he just smiled.

“it’s new to me too, if that’s what’s your applying. but the more i think about it, the more i wouldn’t want anyone to be the first boy i’d fall for besides you,” you feel heat creeping up your neck, filling your cheeks. he laughs at your reaction, putting his head in your neck as you laugh too. it was true, it was new and so odd being this was with each other. you may have thought of moments like this happening, but now it just feels so right and so odd at the same time.

“did we technically just have our first kiss in the schools bathrooms?” you questionly joke, he throws his head back laughing, “hey! i’m serious, you’re too gone to even realize,”

riki’s head falls back down, he leans and presses his lips against your forehead and kissing it softly, before responding with his lips still pressed to your skin, “baby, you’re too gone to even realize that it’s way past the time lunch got done with,”

with that, you gasp pushing him away as you reach for your phone, him giggling as you look at the time on your screen then back up to his face.

“riki! we’re half way into our 4th period!” you smack his arm, smiling when he finally calms down, he continues to pull you in his chest and wraps his arms around you once again. you let yourself melt into his chest, his smell, his touch as he whispers in your ear.

“skip with me?”

suddenly, you didn’t care about school as much as you used to a couple seconds ago.

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filmbyjy · 1 year

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what's up! may I request an jake sim x fem!reader with stargazing or like a 3 am date like jus strolling through the city at night and jus spending time with each other. just late night stuff x jake >>>

— “hey so im the anon that requested the jake x late night date and i forgot to put a thank you lolol saur- tysm!"

a/n: oh anon you have made me delulu imagining this😀 LORD I AM NOT YOUR STRONGEST JAYKE STAN👹 STARGAZING WITH JAKE? wouldn’t even be staring at the stars😍 also umm getting married under the moonlight? now that is romantic!

pairing: sim jaeyun x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

under the moonlight

it was late at night, both you and your boyfriend ended a small dinner date about an hour ago. you were both currently aimlessly walking around the city, letting your food digest. jake's hands were interlaced with yours, he occasionally swings it around and you giggled at the gesture.

"you know, you look extremely beautiful in this dress." jake compliments. it was true. since the restaurant you went to for dinner was high-end, you decided to dress up for the occasion. you looked like a princess. a princess with a prince charming.

"well, i wonder who bought this?" you poked his side. jake decides to poke you back after you teased him.

"someone who only has the finest taste for his lady, of course." he smirks. you playfully rolled your eyes. jake chuckles.

— placing this in case the read more messes up —

as you were walking, somehow you ended up at the park where both you and jake frequently went to. it was where you'd walk layla and let her run around. it was a lot darker and slightly creepier at night but with your knight and shining armour by your side, you weren't bothered by it.

"woah, the stars look amazing tonight." jake points out.

"it is."

"not as pretty as you are tonight though." he winks. ah, how did you know your overly flirty boyfriend was going to say that?

"jaeyun, it's been 2 years since we've been dating. are you ever going to stop flirting with me like when we first start dating?"

"never. also where is the fun in stopping? i like flirting with you. you are mine so i am oblige to flirt with you."

you snort, "is this a way of you to seduce me?"

"you aren't opposed of being seduced by me so yes. i am seducing you." you booped his nose.

"dork."

"only your dork." he kisses your hand.

the more you walked, the more tired you grew. maybe wearing heals wasn't the best idea. jake takes notice of this and so he swoops you up and places you down on a bench. you took your shoes off to let your feet rest. you could feel the stinging of a possible blister. you pout. jake notices it and swiftly gets on his knees and places your feet on his knee. he pulls out his wallet and grabs plasters he had.

"you knew this was going to happen?" you say. jake works on taking the plaster out and placing it over your blisters.

"had a feeling i should bring some after seeing you put on some heels."

"thank you, jakey." jake settles on the empty spot beside you and pecks your lips.

the both of you fell into silence as you stared up at the sky. the stars covering the sky, glimmering and twinkling.

"you think we should get married?" jake asks. you turned to look at him but he was still looking up at the stars.

"i mean, we are still young but i wouldn't say i haven't thought about marrying you." his eyes met with yours.

"then i'll buy a ring tomorrow." he says. you shoved him playfully.

"jaeyun, you shouldn't joke about that."

"who said i'm joking about it? i really want to get married to you."

"jaeyun-"

"oh look, a shooting star. make a wish, love."

you shook your head. jake clasps his hands and makes a wish. you do the same. before you opened your eyes though, you felt a pair of lips against yours. jake kisses you under the moonlight like any disney princess story. it was perfect.

"i love you." he says just as he pulls away.

"i love you too."

you don't realise the ring that laid on your finger until you looked away from jake's face. you gasp and turned to jake.

"i meant what i said, i want to marry you." jake holds your hand and kisses it. you fight the urge to cry but you did tear up.

"you- did you plan this out?"

"well i was supposed to do it in the restaurant until i saw the heaps of people there and i know you don't exactly like the attention...so i opted to do this instead. this is romantic isn't it?"

"extremely."

"that's good to hear."

"jaeyun, i love you so much." you hugged him.

"oof, i love you too."

you didn't expect to be proposed tonight, you were at lost for words but you knew you'd always want to spend the rest of your life with jake. he was the perfect boyfriend and the perfect guy.

"now, what do you say we get home and celebrate this..." he leans closer to your ears, "in bed."

you smacked his back, "you really are trying to seduce me."

"and is it working?" you let go of the hug and faced him.

"maybe..."

jake smirks and leans in once again. your lips dancing in sync. you were happy to be with jake.

the man of your dreams

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keiipopped · 8 months

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Reason Number 60: We’re not just friends.

a/n: I hate this so bad but I needed something to write before I get booted out of enha writer land💀 send help(and requests🥲) Synopsis: The one where your bestfriend gets jealous and gives you all the reasons why he should be your boyfriend. Pairing: Bestfriend Jay X reader Genre: fluff, fluffy angst, friends to lovers Warning: the writing is awful and it barely makes sense. also one poorly written kiss. yay

“Reason number 54; i’d cook for you”

“Sounds convincing..” you noticed a small smile creeping up his face “but you cook for everybody” you looked at him noticing how he deadpans as you complete your sentence. “Not true! It’d be special” he whined at you. “Sure Jay”

You weren't sure how you ended up here. What was supposed to be a fun movie night with your best friend turned into him listing all the reasons he’d be a good boyfriend for you.

This type of conversation wasn’t necessarily a new topic for y'all as Jay was pretty flirty and pretty often too. You always took it with a grain of salt quick to brush it off knowing Jay didn’t have the cleanest of reputations with women.

He wasn’t a typical player or college fuckboy. He was a gentleman honestly… too much of one. His subtle flirty nature often had girls thinking he liked them in a way he didn't, leading to them being offended at the notice of another girl..and another girl..and another feeling the same. So it would be kinda messy and you tried to keep yourself out of it most of the time.

“Oh! Reason 58; your family loves me! I'd help your mom cook, help with your little brother. All of it”

Right. How did you get here? Well you and Jay were having your weekly movie night that you actually hadn’t had the chance to have in about 5 months with the assignments and school projects you both had being at an all time high.

Finally getting the chance to sit down and actually soak in your presence Jay wanted nothing more than to just wrap up in a blanket with you, some popcorn and yalls favorite snacks and enjoy the movie… but you. You just wouldn't shut up. Which he typically wouldn't have an issue with but you wouldn’t stop gushing about how cute the main character of the movie was. Failing to notice Jay's exaggerated eye rolls as he attempted to ignore your little fangirl breakdown. But what set him off was when you started going on about how ‘boyfriend material’ said main character was. Jay sat up setting his popcorn on the near coffee table and turning on the lights turning to you. “How on earth is he boyfriend material!? He's brushing his teeth” Jay says,voice laced with irritation. He folded his arms sitting back, a slight pout forming on his lips and you couldn't help but laugh at his sudden child-like behavior. “Whats funny? Im being serious'' he started sitting up intently and you knew he was preparing to go into a lecture.

You definitely didn't expect to be sitting here nearly 20 minutes later; tv still paused as your best friend went into his 60th reason for why he’d be a better boyfriend than the character on the screen who still hadn’t gotten the chance to finish brushing his teeth.

“Okay. how about this reason,um. 60. Id wake you up with kisses every morning”

Woah.

That was a topic that was never touched. Yes, there had been jokes about you both kissing when you were like 14 or 17 but it's been years. And it was never mentioned in such a serious sense.

Something so simple yet so domestic and now your heart was beating faster than it had in a while as you saw the serious glint in Jay's eyes.

He didn't fail to notice the change in your body language

“I mean if you want that. Of course I'm not trying to force you to be with me or anything. You know I'm just saying so you’d consider it. Only if you want though”

He's rambling. And you're rambling in your head.

Obviously by the 60 reasons he’d be a good boyfriend for you and the nervous tone he had he was being serious. It wasn’t just a joke anymore and you couldn’t help yourself anymore.

Reaching over resting both of your hands on the side of his jaw, you leaned your body towards him. As soon as your hands touched him, his found their way to both sides of your waist. Everything happened so quickly yet so smoothly and in no time your lips had met. It wasn't rushed or messy at all. The kiss was very warm, and filled with years of unspoken love. All the feelings that had been brushed away and laughed off now being poured into this one kiss. After what felt like forever you both pulled away looking at each other. Jay broke into a smile almost immediately as you just stared at each other. “So i'm assuming you like reason number 60” he said, giving you one of his signature smirks and tightening his grip on your waist. You just laughed a bit giving him a light smack on the arm and rested your head on his shoulder “can we finish the damn movie now” you ask as he laughs a bit turning the lights off and settling again.

Who knew what would happen later or what you both were to each other at this point, whatever it was, it was obvious you were no longer just friends.

#enhypen imagines #enhypen reactions #kpop writers #enhypen headcanons #enhypen scenarios #enhypen writer #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #jay x reader

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kazemi-archive · 1 year

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Textbook Definition of Disappointment

Pairing: Oikawa Toru x Reader

Word Count: ~1.4k

Genre: more comfort than hurt

Summary: The textbook definition of disappointment. The unhappiness or discouragement that results when your hopes or expectations have not been satisfied. When someone or something is not as good as you had hoped or expected.

The textbook definition of disappointment. The unhappiness or discouragement that results when your hopes or expectations have not been satisfied. When someone or something is not as good as you had hoped or expected.

The textbook definition of disappointment. You.

Or at least that’s what you believed.

It was easy to forget when you needed to do what. When there were so many things to do and the list kept growing. It was easy to forget what was the most important.

You were supposed to be the successful one in the family. The biggest pride. To get your life together first. First in the friend group to get their career on track. The first in the family to finish college. The first to make everyone proud. But here you were.

You wanted to do something with your life that brought you joy. But to do that you needed a “real job”. To get that you needed to go to school. And to go to school you needed to have a job to be able to afford it. A cycle you felt stuck in. One that was overwhelming. One that made you think that if you were to ask for an honest opinion. Honestly… would anyone be proud?

No. You knew you weren’t living up to expectations.

You weren’t caught up on any of your classes. The work was piling up but all you could do was ignore it. Every time you even thought about it, it felt like you were going to collapse in on yourself. Like you wouldn’t be able to finish if you started. Or you wouldn’t be able to do it as well as you wanted. If you couldn’t do it as well as expected then why try? Why prove that if you tried it would be a disappointment?

If you didn’t try then they would never know.

If you didn’t talk to anyone about it then you could pretend like everything was all fine. Right up until the point when the most observant person in your life could tell that you were lying.

Oikawa Tōru. Who unfortunately knew more about you than you knew about yourself sometimes. You hated it with your entire being whenever you were trying to hide something.

He’d invited you over to his dorm today for dinner and a movie night. A celebration for the end of the week. A tradition you both held whenever the week was really stressful and you wanted to remember that you survived and could do it again.

Tōru had been quieter than usual tonight. Still was giggly and flirty and trying to toss you into the air when he saw you. Sweet kisses and sweeter words twisting on his tongue like they were meant to live there. He’d grown quieter once you’d both settled into the couch with your takeout and had a movie running. You were starting to finally relax, to sink into the couch against him and it seemed like his muscles were finally relaxing too. Body melting against yours, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him.

He nuzzled his nose into your neck softly and took a deep inhale, breathing you in as you giggled lightly at the tickle of his breath. “You know you can talk to me right?” He whispered softly, innocently, but the tone made you freeze. Your smile slipping off your face slightly, knowing he couldn’t see it fall, and your throat squeezing. He sounded worried. Like he knew something he shouldn’t.

“Of course I can talk to you.” You tried joking, pushing a smile back into your voice. “I’m doing it right now silly.”

He sighed and pulled back slightly, drawing you forward and turning you slightly so that you were forced to look at him. You were right. Worry etched itself as lines into his stupidly perfect face. His eyebrows were scrunched together lightly, just visible below where his bangs hung messily in front of his face. “You know I mean talk about what’s going on.”

“What’s going on?” You tried playing dumb, like if you tried enough you could fool one of the smartest people you knew. Not that you would ever admit that as a fact to him.

“Y/n.” He started and you winced at his use of your name rather than a pet name, without any honorifics attached. “How were your classes this week?”

“They were fine.” You lied through your teeth. You hadn’t gone. Not to a single one. Couldn’t bring yourself to face your professors whose homework you hadn’t done and the classmates who you were sure could tell that you did not have it together. “I mean it was class so it wasn’t amazing and I wasn’t -”

“There.” He finished, cutting you off and watching as your mouth hung open for a second. You opened and closed it a few times before finally finding what you wanted to say, but he started before you. “You didn’t go to your classes this week, did you?”

“Tōru-”

“I went to pick you up Wednesday. Wanted to surprise you and take you out for some boba and maybe some ice cream but you weren’t there. And then I tried again yesterday. And then today finally I asked a classmate of yours if maybe you’d been leaving early and she said you hadn’t been in any classes all week.” You stared at him silently. The feeling of dread filling up in your chest, preparing yourself for the inevitable reveal that you were disappointing him just as much as you were everyone else. “So do you want to tell me what’s going on?”

“Its nothing.” You mumbled, trying to turn your head but he brought it back to face him again. “I just had a lot of work to catch up on so I figured I could get some done if I didn’t go.”

“Y/n. Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Please let’s just watch the movie, Tōru.” You begged, glancing towards the movie playing in the background. “Its your night to relax, let’s not worry about me.” You sighed when he refused to look away or let you turn away. “Please don’t make me talk about this, Tōru. You don’t want to have to tell me what you’ll have to.”

“How behind are you?” You jerked your face out of his hands and turned it away. Forcing yourself to not look at him, to not watch the disappointment that you knew was filling his features right now. You could feel the tears welling up in your eyes. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He sighed, brushing his fingers softly across your cheek trying to gently get you to turn back. “We could have turned these movie nights into study nights, homework nights, I could help you.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, still refusing to look at him. Refusing to see the look you were sure was there. “I didn’t want to let you know how much of a disappointment I was.” He took your face in his hands then, fiercely and jerked it back to look at him.

“A disappointment!” He exclaimed. “How would you be a disappointment?”

You scoffed lightly and shook your head. “I’m the textbook definition of a disappointment, Toru.” You swallowed the lump in your throat and ignored the tears ready to spill over. “I’m never as good as what’s expected of me. And I’ll never live up to what people hope I’ll be.”

“Disappointment? You could never disappoint me. You make me the textbook definition of proud. Proud to know you, to be around you.” He sighed and wiped the tears that were now freely coming down your cheeks. “You’re allowed to be overwhelmed.” You swallowed harshly and tried to shake your head but he kept you in place. “You’re allowed to be overwhelmed, you can talk to me about it and I’ll help.” You sniffled slightly and he pulled you into his chest, letting you collide into his warmth as he wrapped his arms around you. “Lets do this together. We’ll make a list and work through it together.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Can we do it tomorrow though?” You asked, the words muffled by his chest and you could feel the vibration as he gave a soft laugh.

“Yes. We can do it in the morning, you can just cuddle with me tonight.” You nodded a teary thank you and melted again into his touch. Because the overwhelming feeling of not being able to succeed pressed on your mind still, but Tōru was always there to remind you that you could do things as long as you didn’t try to do it on your own.

a/n: not my best work but I still enjoy it

a/n2: please remember that, no matter how you think you’re failing, no matter if you think you’re disappointing people, there’s always people proud of you for what you’ve accomplished and what you’re trying to overcome

#𓇻 fics

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hiccupbutpurple · 8 months

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Snotlout’s Sexuality

Okay I’ve been thinking about this for a while but I feel like, my personal headcanon for Snotlout switches between him being fully Bi and him being homoromantic bisexual. I’ve been going back and forth on it for a long time so hopefully putting it out into the world will let my mind rest - or people can sway my opinion lol.

What makes me think the latter is that he definitely experiences some attraction to women but I can’t see him really wanting a long term relationship with one if that makes sense? Like most, if not all women, that we see him interact with in a flirty way, makes it seem like not necessarily wanting a romantic relationship with them.

Like with both Astrid and Heather it seems to be more a pride thing. I think he does genuinely feel attraction to them but he wouldn’t want to date them. He also wants them to want him, more so then he wants them. Because that would give him more confidence and he wants people’s attention and affection. Plus a lot of internalised expectations on him and all that would really complicate his feelings. I know it’s more a joke about demonstrating the stereotypical immature teenage boy ‘ew girls have cooties’ while still wanting girls to like them kinda thing in Free Scauldy, but i think it kinda shows my point at least a little bit too (as in that scene with him and Astrid when she starts flirting back and he gets grossed out - it seems deeper then him just not knowing how to react/being caught off guard as well). I still think he does feel attraction towards both of them though.

Mala is literally just him chasing power. Like there’s no romantic or sexual feelings of any sort there.

Minden is the one who really makes my decision hard. One one hand, he doesn’t really react to the kiss outside of surprise, he moves on pretty quickly and, while they are friendly, they don’t really have the romance vibe later on in my opinion. Even the ‘that’s my girl’ comment feels more like a ‘that’s my bestie’ kinda thing to me. On the other hand, they are really cute and just because he didn’t have a stronger reaction to the kiss, doesn’t mean he doesn’t like her romantically. To me, they have good chemistry, but the kind that starts as a relationship and then turns to close friends. I feel like, Minden could possibly be the one that makes him realise he isn’t really romantically attracted to women.

But yeah I go back and forth on what his sexuality is all the time, i think he has complicated emotions when it comes to who he’s attracted to and a lot of things play into it like societal expectations and his own mentality - obviously those things would for all of them but I think it’s especially hard for Snotlout. Like this in itself is is pretty brief analysis, and that’s just the straight side (but I think his romantic attraction to men is a lot clearer). I feel like his feelings for for all of the women (expect Mala, that’s cut and dry) could be pretty complicated.

#snotlout jorgenson #snotlout snotlout oi oi oi #httyd #rtte #analysis #character analysis #also just being clear this is only my interpretation and everyone else’s is totally chill too!#a character’s sexuality is whatever you want it to be honestly #maybe it’s me projecting my own frustrations tbh lol

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raemeh · 1 year

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heyheyhey.,.,. could I mayhaps request the "nitty grittys" for your dndads aspec headcannons ? I would LOVE to read your specific hcs for them

hell yea you can! I’d love to do that :D

First off Lincoln - Knowing me one of these was going to be me projecting on to someone and that someone is link here. Lincoln I can see being what I am and that is an asexual who experiences alterous attraction, which basically means that trusting someone emotionally is important to him and that he’d like it to happen in most of relationships. Which also makes grant lying to him and Marco even worse if you think about it. I can see link being one of those asexuals that doesn’t mind sex and would do it if his partner wanted to but doesn’t get the appeal.

Taylor - I feel like Taylor would be one of those aroace people who would date. Like he wouldn’t mind doing the romantic stuff like kissing and stuff but what he’d really want from a partner is just someone to hang out with and talk to. Basically just a friendship with a label on it.

Lark - I’ve talked about how I think he’s aromantic on other posts and how he kinda resents it because he sees people being happy when they talk about love and just wishes that was him. I believe another term for it is Cupioromantic.

Sparrow - Cloested Asexual, I’ve seen others make this claim so I know I’m not the only one. Remember that random fbi agent that discovered that he was asexual while on drugs. I would love it if that was Anthony foreshadowing that Sparrow feels similar to how the fbi agent discribed it.

Ron - He just gives me Demi-sexual vibes I don’t know why. And I don’t even thinks he knows it, he just thinks that everyone just acts like that.

Nick - I feel like people are going to come at me for saying this but graysexual. I don’t have many things to back this up but it’s similar to Ron to where for me it feels accurate.

Terry - on the one side I feel like he’d be a sex repulsed asexual. On the other side I want to say that he, like Ron is also a Demi sexual. And I feel like I have to reign in the writer side of me to say “No, you make/hc way too many Demi-sexual/romantic characters already than what would be considered possible” (No I’m not Demi-sexual so idk why I like writing about it.) But then there’s also the fact that I find it funny about the idea of Terry trying to explain to Ron that not everyone is Demi-Sexual and then when Ron asks if he feels similar, Terry is accidentally dumbfounded and Ron refuses to believe otherwise unless Terry can prove it.

Hermie - Asexual aegosexual no further questions.

Stud - I apologize I haven’t delve so much into atmod characters than the others of the series. I have listened to the entire thing I just probably need to look into the characters more so this might seem out of character. I want to say that stud is aroflux. Either that or gray-romantic. All criticism is welcome.

May Hales it feels weird to not include the last name - She just gives off the vibe that if I were to meet her in real life I would find her cool. And then I would find out she’s ace and immediately think she’s cooler. I don’t know how else to expand upon it.

Scam - I already mentioned that I think he’s Demi-romantic but i like to think that with Jodie, he started out jokingly flirty with him just to mess with him. And the more he did it the less it was a joke.

One more for ya That I didn’t include in the other one. Yeet bigly - rejected grant because he was aroace.

Again I’m more on the ace side. I’m on the aro spectrum but I don’t know where. As you’ll see the headcanon’s kinda refect that as there are more ace than aro.

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queeenpersephone · 1 year

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I know you already wrote Endgame by taylor for tonynat buuut how about something inspired by "you've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks so here's the truth from my red lips"? love your writing <3

hi love! so you're right, i did, and so i'm going to answer your prompt in a roundabout way (by spoiling that fic a little) hope you don't mind! here's part one of my end game fic <3

one.

O U R P R E S E N T F U T U R I S T

By Karen Page

“Mr. Stark, thank you for joining me this morning.”

The man himself, Anthony Edward Stark, sits across from me, legs crossed. His suit is neatly pressed, his hair perfect. There is a faint bruise along his jaw, but considering his latest fight is available on YouTube, I have no need to ask. He is riding on an immense victory of another kind, the revised Sokovia Accords having just been successfully pushed through the UN.

“The pleasure is all yours,” he snarks, but a quick grin that quirks at the edge of his mouth tells me it is in jest. The words are flirty, but his eyes stay either on mine or on his phone, which fills up with more messages every minute - I feel almost guilty keeping him, a feeling that I assure you is unfamiliar. It is almost surreal to be with the man who, for better or worse, ushered in the era of public superheroes in which we now live. I tell him so.

He doesn’t look surprised, instead giving me a wry, self-deprecating grin. “That sounds cool, doesn’t it? Really, I just can’t keep my damn mouth shut.”

“You have said a lot of controversial things over the years.”

Tony laughs, and it is contagious. I can’t help but smile back. “Yeah, well put me down as on the straight and narrow, will you?”

The Accords, I know, have to be a sore point, but I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t mention them. “You were the first signer of the Sokovia Accords. Do you ever regret the ‘straight and narrow,’ as you put it?”

Tony straightens a little, but his cool confidence remains. “The Accords have been subjected to a very thorough revising process, managed by two people I’d trust with my life.” He pauses, and I let him. “There are a lot of things I won’t say,” he tells me finally, “but no, I don’t regret it. We have a responsibility, and however we can fulfill it… well…”

“What do you mean?”

Tony thinks, then a soft smile crosses his face. “If we have one hand on the wheel,” he says, a level to his tone that makes me think he is quoting someone, “we can still steer.”

I decide to act on my hunch. “Your words?”

“Good catch,” he laughs. “No, the words of a woman far wiser than me.” He fumbles a little with his hands, twisting a plain, black ring on his fifth finger.

“And how is Miss Romanoff?” My hunches have not failed me yet. “Is she in the city?”

I am asking, of course, about his famous partner, the Black Widow. After a very public kiss on the tails of the Accords announcement, the media has been going crazy to discover the hows, whens, and whys of the whole affair. Details of their relationship are extremely rare, so I resolve to tread carefully.

“That’s classified,” he jokes, and though it is said as a joke, I also think it was the most serious thing he has said in the interview thus far. I would bet money that this man would not reveal his girlfriend’s location, even under the most extreme torture.

It’s clear that this line of investigation is not going to go anywhere, so I switch tracks. “How are these Accords different from the original documents, Mr. Stark?”

He just raises an eyebrow. “Read them, if you want to know,” he brushes off. Then he leans forward. “I care about my team - we’re gonna stick together because you never know when we’ll be needed. And that would be impossible with the way the Accords were written before the revisions.”

I nod. This isn’t new information. Many suspect that Tony Stark takes every opportunity to tell the public that the Avengers are needed, whole and ready to protect the Earth, so that his lost team members will know they are welcome back whenever they are ready.

“And are the Avengers ready? If they are needed?”

I don’t know why I expected Stark to take a while to answer this question, but it surprises me when he abandons his glances at his still-blowing-up phone, looking me straight in the eyes. I don’t even have written notes from this portion of the interview. I was completely captured by the man in front of me. He seems larger than life.

“The Avengers will always come together to defend the Earth. No matter how difficult it is. That’s the end game.” He leans back, and I do the same, released from that intensity, letting out an obvious exhale. Tony Stark just smirks, and in that moment, I realize that the Black Widow must be the only one who could ever handle him.

Still, he grins at me, and I smile back, immediately at ease when he wants me to be. “But my job is to make it as easy as possible. Thank you, Ms. Page.”

I know a dismissal when I hear one. And, without protest (which is very unlike me), I stand up and go.

(read more on page 4)

#ironwidow #tonynat #ironwidow writing #marvel #marvel writing #my writing #so it goes is next btw!#almost done with that one #y'all should definitely bug me about it lol #tony x natasha #answered #prompt #anonymous #hope you didn't mind this anon!#it's prompt adjacent lol #also i've never seen daredevil so ignore if i #have misrepresented karen

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codenamehazard · 1 year

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Cole MacGrath SFW Alphabet

Hello! This took me a long time, but here is my headcanons SFW alphabet for what I think Cole MacGrath would be like as a boyfriend.

Here's the link to the alphabet if you want to make your own!

Now, here's the SFW alphabet (with a little hint of spice.) Hope you brought some popcorn, it's a long read.

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

When it comes to affection, Cole MacGrath is a very affectionate man, though how he shows it and where depends on his karmatic mindset. Good Cole is more open to the more traditional cutesy-wootsy PDAs. Forehead kisses, holding hands, being a playful tease, that kind of stuff. Evil Cole’s brand of PDA is less cute and wholesome. Don’t get me wrong, he’ll be more tender in public if he senses that’s what you need, but the way he does PDA is very flirty and meant to fluster. Arm around the shoulder, teasing whispers in the ear, grabbing your ass, things like that. He likes to see your face burn and listen to you stutter.

Behind closed doors, it’s a whole ‘nother animal.

It is away from prying eyes that Cole lowers his guard and lets himself shower you in affection. Kisses, cuddles, words of love and adoration, the man has a lot of love to give. Especially since he thought he’d never have someone to love after the loss of Trish. One of his love languages is physical touch, and he’s a believer in “actions speak louder than words.” All he wants to do is hold you close to him, to feel you, to know you are real and to have the peace of mind that while in his arms, you’re safe from danger. Good or Evil, Cole wants you to give you his love.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Befriending Cole in the beginning would be a bit tricky, he’s slow to trust thanks to the hell he went through back in Empire City. There’s also the fact that people might want to get close to him for the simple fact his has powers and nothing more, seeing him as a status symbol of sorts. Karma also plays a role too. Good Cole is a little more polite while Evil Cole… Not so much. Evil Cole would be the tougher nut to crack as he knows he has a lot of enemies and they could be desperate enough to send somebody to befriend him so they can get close and hurt him. You want to befriend him? Gotta do a couple of things,

Treat him like a person. This goes without saying, but a lot of people just see Cole for his powers and his reputation, be they starstruck fans or people stricken with fear. Even Kuo and Nix to an extent kinda view him like this, though not as bad. The only one who really sees the man behind the powers is Zeke. So try to not let the colored sparks blind you and see the man behind the storm. See him as Cole MacGrath. Just treat him like a normal person because at the end of the day, he still is human. Even a small effort to get to know him will mean a lot to him.

Get Zeke’s seal of approval. Speaking of Zeke, another thing you want to do is to win Zeke over. Don’t do it exclusively as Cole might see it as you using Zeke to get to him, but do try and get along with Zeke. Zeke knows Cole like the back of his hand and so his opinion will hold a bit of weight. If you're lucky, Zeke might even help you get your foot in the door and introduce you to Cole. So hang out with the two and see what happens.

As for how the Electric Man is as a best friend? You need not look further than the dynamic between him and Zeke. Playful, joking, mischievous and is just as happy laying back and relaxing with a couple of beers and a movie as he is running around on the roof or causing mayhem. Juuuust watch your back if Cole and Zeke decide to team up, the two are pranksters and together they are double trouble, though Cole will be more than happy to help you pull a prank on Zeke from time to time.

Basically, Cole’s a mischievous lil shit and you wouldn’t want him any other way.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I hope you like cuddles, because this man, regardless of karma, is a fucking octopus. To say he’s touch-starved is an understatement. Any time it’s just you and him (maybe if Zeke’s around too), you two are gonna be hogging the couch in a hard-core cuddle session. It’s one of the few times you’ll get to see a genuine gentle smile from him as he holds you close or you hold him close. If you’re on him, your head is on his chest so you can hear his heartbeat and his breathing, if you lay him on your chest, he grips you close and listens to yours. It’s physical, irrefutable proof that you’re here, you’re real. That he isn’t in some dream that he’ll wake up from and see that he’s alone. Hearing your heart might even make him tear up a little as he feels the pain and the weight lift off his shoulders.

Cole prefers to be the big spoon, so he can hold you close, but he won’t object to being the little spoon from time to time.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Now this is something that will differ GREATLY depending on karma, but the beginning is the same. At first, Cole is hesitant to settle down. After what happened with Trish, he’s got some scars that run deep and with so many enemies and so few friends, settling down is the last thing on his mind. Over time, things do change.

Good Cole is more likely to settle down, being the more responsible of the two. Once he feels that he has some form of normalcy back in his life, he feels he can try again to have the American dream of having a home, a family, the lot. It’s what he originally wanted in life after all.

Evil Cole is less interested in settling down, he’s a wild spirit and I hope you can keep up with that. Always on the move and always causing chaos, there is no white picket fence for him. He's a hellraiser through and through and he wants you to be riding shotgun with him. Though that doesn't mean he doesn't want some simple pleasures, just know that you two will probably be semi-nomadic.

Regardless of karma, domestic life is… Interesting. Cole's relationship with electronics is dicey to say the least, so expect to either A. be the one handling the electronics or B. visits from Zeke to either repair what Cole accidentally broke or modify it so that he can use it. You'll most likely be the one doing most of the cooking as electricity and stoves don't often mix, unless you have a gas stove, but don't think that Cole isn't gonna help out. He'll make sure things are prepped so all you have to do is cook it and if there's something that doesn't involve putting the house at risk of a fire, he's all over that. He's actually a decent cook! Cleaning is where he makes up for having slight issues with the cooking appliances, while he's not a neat freak, he will do the heavy load of cleaning responsibilities, even though he has to do it the analog way. Even in domestic life, there's never a dull moment with Cole MacGrath.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Oof, one of two things must have happened to make Cole want to break up with you. Either A. You and he just aren't compatible or B. You screwed the pooch and betrayed him. Karma plays a big role here too.

If you two are simply incompatible, Good Cole will be polite about it, but he won't sugar-coat it either. He's straight to the point. Rip the bandage off so that both of you can get to healing. No point in dancing around an issue. Evil Cole is just as straight-forward, but a lot more blunt and brutal. You're not what he was wanting and that's that. Serious owch.

However… If you make the mistake of betraying Cole, there's no turning back. The Demon's heart will harden and turn cold and he'll leave you in the dust. Good Cole might tell you how much you hurt him, Evil Cole will simply spit out a venom filled "we're done" and walk away if he’s feeling merciful. Either way, Cole won't be able to even look at you. He has to walk away, because with one fell swoop, you just made him hate your guts and he's not sure he'll be able to control himself if he sees you again. Don't even try to win him back. Best to walk away.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

When it comes to commitment in general, the Electric Man's eyes are for you and only you. Once you have his heart, even the sexually deviant Evil Cole hungers only for you. He's very loyal and expects the same from you.

As for marriage? Things get a little… Dicey. The trauma Kessler left in his wake has left Cole a bit gun-shy about tying the knot, fearing that Kessler will somehow come back and kill you, just as he did Trish, but once his fears are called, the idea isn't as scary.

Good Cole would definitely be daydreaming about the day he puts a ring on your finger and says his "I do's." It puts the goofiest damn smile on his face and you know he's gonna give you the biggest kiss when you say yes. At night, he'll worship your body and present to you a day collar to wear to.

Evil Cole is less keen on marriage because in a world gone to hell, is there really a point to getting a dumb piece of paper or getting officiated by a priest? That doesn't mean he won't spouse you up in his own special way. He's the king of the world, so of course he needs a queen. Once he asks you to be his forever and you say yes, he'll walk up behind you, rub your hips and kiss your neck before you feel a weight around your neck and hear a click. His mark of commitment? A collar for you and a necklace for him that has the key.

Regardless of karma, regardless of the state of the world. To the Demon of Empire City, you are his as he is yours and there will be a symbol that both of you will wear that symbolizes that.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Gentleness is a bit of an interesting thing for Cole. Both versions of the Demon of Empire City can be quite gentle when it comes to you, it might be a struggle for his Evil self, but either way… You're precious to him and if you're hurting, he's there. Kissing you and holding you tenderly, whispering the words you need to hear to chase away the demons that plague you just as you chase away his. Evil Cole might have a little less tact than his good counterpart when it comes to his bluntness and words, a bit of a bull and china shop, but he always says what you need to hear. He loves you and he never wants you to doubt that.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Please. For the love of God, give this man a hug. He needs it. Good Cole is more likely to give you a hug in public, but both karmas love hugs.

Behind closed doors and out of sight from all but his closest friends. Hugs are never in short supply. He'll hug you as much as you let him and he loves every second. His hugs are strong and protective. His arms are pretty much like a weighted blanket. Your head on his chest, his lips kissing the top of your head, his arms either caging your arms and wrapped around your waist. He'll gently sway as you can feel the gentle buzz of his electricity humming in his arms as your body completes a circuit. A quiet sigh escapes his lungs.

If only he could stay like this forever.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Just as Cole is slow to trust, he's slow to say the L-word as well. Even when he full well knows he's in love with you and he knows he loves you. It's because there's a deep scar in his heart. He's scared that even if he so much as whispers the L-word, something will happen and you'll be taken from him. As soon as word leaves his lips, he'll lose you, just as he lost Trish. The man's heart just can't bare the thought of losing someone again like that, but God does it eat him up. He wants to tell you he loves you sooner than he does, it's like a ticking time bomb in his chest. So he first shows you his love, you can feel it in his protective embraces, the tender kisses, the way he looks at you, he loves you so much and it's torture that he just can't say it because of that fear. Once he does say it, probably during an intimate moment and he just couldn't help but to blurt it out, it's like a dam has broken. The three words are whispered in your ear so tenderly and when he has to leave to tend to something or he ends a call, he makes sure to say "I love you" before leaving or ending a call, so should something happen to him, those are his last words to you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

I'd say when it comes to the green eyed monster, Cole can get a little jealous. It's nothing too crazy, just the normal amounts. He's got no issues if you have male friends or pets. With pets he'll get "playful jealous" but it's all in good fun, it's just him being a playful little git. He will start to get a bit iffy if he starts to feel like another man is starting to get a little too close for his liking or if he feels like you're starting to pull away, but the responses to these are honest and frank conversations and what's bothering him. Communication is key in any relationship and he knows it. So he can get a tiny bit jealous, but it's no more than what is normal.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

This man LOVES kisses. Day or night, rain or shine,good or evil, in public or behind closed doors, Cole wants to give you so many kisses. They can range from gentle and sweet to deep and breath-stealing, but regardless of how, he will pour love into every single one.

On you, he loves to kiss your lips, your neck (sometimes paired with a nibble), your forehead and your chest, but let's be real here, he'll leave kisses anywhere on you.

Where he likes to be kissed? His lips, his neck, his arms, his hands (they get sore from time to time), his chest (specifically over his heart) and his scars. (I headcanon he has a lichtenberg scar over his heart he got from the blast.)

Just… Please, give this man kisses.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

This one's a bit of a sore topic for Cole. Ever since the revelation with learning that Kessler was his future self, learning about how he has gotten married to Trish and even had a little family with two beautiful daughters before the beast destroyed everything… How Kessler robbed him of all that by killing Trish and turning his life upside down… Children aren't something he wants to think about at this current moment, it's still very painful and he would want to simply enjoy his time with you and heal that part of his heart first before he even entertains the thought of children. Though I will say Good Cole will be the one who would possibly want children down the road, but he won't be bent out of shape if you don't. Evil Cole has no interest in having kids, the chaotic world he thrives in is no place for children so it's for the best.

As for how he is with children? It depends. If they're his kids, he'd be the best dad he can be, he's a playful father, but a stern one as well. If it's someone's kid who he's close to (like Zeke), he's pretty much the fun uncle who is always getting into mischief with his niblings. If they're a random kid, he'll help them if they need it (Yes, even Evil Cole, he's not completely heartless.) But overall, he doesn't mind them.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

This depends on if he's gotten to sleep last night or not. Seeing as he has a very high energy power and most likely has PTSD, Cole has trouble falling asleep and staying asleep, so seeing him up before you wouldn’t be an uncommon sight, that and he tends to be an early-riser too. He’s usually seen doing his morning routine to get ready for the day. If you need to get up too, he’ll whisper in your ear to wake up and kiss and nibble you awake. If he got a proper sleep however… He’s not as keen to leave the bed. His arms will be wrapped around you, holding you close to him and just basking in the warmth. If you try to leave the bed, you’ll find the Demon’s arms tightening and a sleep groan of protest emanating from his chest. Needless to say, you’re not getting out of bed unless you wake him.

Once you and he are up and about, it’s a surprisingly sweet affair. Lots of hugs and kisses while you two prepare for the day, talk of plans, the occasional derailment of plans if Cole’s feeling amorous. It’s very “free for all” in the mornings unless there’s a pressing matter.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights can vary, some nights, he’s down to relax and cuddle you while you two just sit and enjoy, some nights, he’s wanting to pamper you, maybe massage you if you let him, but there is no shortage of kisses and sweet words from his mouth and most likely, a slow and deep love-making session to follow. Maybe he’s all kinds of fired up, hands all over you, kisses on every part and him whispering some naughty things in your ear, you won’t be getting sleep those nights either.

Regardless of how you get into bed, sleeping can be a bit tricky. If you wore him out before or if it’s storming out, he’ll sleep like a baby, but some nights, sleep eludes him. He just can’t seem to get to sleep for whatever reason. Sometimes the sound of the Ray Sphere blast causes his ears to ring, sometimes the nightmares become too much and he spooks awake, other times, he just can’t sleep at all. He’ll apologize if he woke you with his restlessness. If you are in a deep sleep and not awoken by his fits of sleeplessness, he will hold you to his chest and cuddle you, never leaving your side unless to use the restroom or to get a drink of water. If you are having a nightmare, he will hold you tight and murmur words in your ear to help stave off the demons plaguing your mind, if you find yourself unable to sleep yourself, he’ll be happy just to hold you in comfortable silence.

He’s just happy to have someone to hold in the night.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Cole has a lot of pain and trauma buried away in his heart and he views it as his burden to carry, so outside of the typical stuff, it will take a long time for him to open up about the deep wounds he holds, from his past to everything that happened in Empire City. He won’t say everything at once, but he will talk about his pain when he’s alone with you. Especially if you stay up with him during the nights he can’t sleep. It’s cathartic to him to have someone else to talk to about what happened outside of Zeke. Even if you can’t understand the pain he’s suffered, he’s happy that you’re giving him a listening ear and you try to understand. Good Cole will be more apt to pour his heart out soon than Evil Cole, but either way, sometimes it’s nice to be heard.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

This one varies WILDLY depending on Cole’s karmatic leaning. Overall, Cole’s a level-headed guy for the most part, but his fuse lengthens or shortens depending on the path he walks. Good Cole has the patience of a saint, calm and level-headed even when Kuo and Nix are firing off at each-other. Evil Cole has a shorter fuse, more apt to go off when he’s getting agitated, though he would make an effort to reign it in around you. But don’t think Good Cole is a doormat, far from it. If you push Good Cole too much, he will not back down and will argue too. Best thing to deal with an angry Cole is to give him space to cool down, let him calm himself and collect his thoughts before coming back and communicating the issue. There is one thing that Cole, good or evil, practices when it comes to arguments, it’s the only piece of good advice his dad ever gave him. “Never go to bed angry.” Before the day is done, Cole will make sure that you know that he loves you deeply and how precious you are to him, so you never go to bed with an aching heart.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Cole is a very intelligent and observant man, able to look at any situation and work out all consequences for specific actions. Needless to say, he remembers a lot and he uses that to his advantage. Favorite foods? Don’t be surprised to see him come up to your door with the meal in hand. Favorite color? Kept in the back of his mind so that he can get you little trinkets when the mood strikes him. Asshole Ex giving you issues and not taking the hint that you're not interested? Either said ex is gonna get a… “Talking to” or when you and he are out and about and he sees that ex? Cole will make sure he sees his arm around your hip and his lips kissing yours. Just to make sure the message sticks. Anything he notices makes your eyes light up with glee, he remembers. He especially remembers special dates like anniversaries and birthdays.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

So many moments worth remembering for Cole, but I think the one that would be burned into his mind would be when he finally says “I love you” to you for the first time. It’s truly a powerful moment for him, saying those three words. Words he thought he’d never say again outside of a quiet, mournful whisper for a love taken too soon. Words that now filled him with dread, cursed by Kessler who took Trish away. Those words already hold so much weight and power, but for the Electric Man, the weight felt crushing. All the moments before, there were so many times he wanted to tell you that. To say those three words in hopes of seeing your eyes light up with love, to hear you say it back, but whenever he tried, the words got caught in his throat, the fears welling up and stinging his tongue. Kessler’s curse mocking him.

Then one day, in one beautiful moment, the curse was broken.

Maybe it was in the throws of passion, heart connected to heart and the three words spilled from his mouth like a roar of thunder. Maybe it was a sweet moment, spoken under the lamplight after stealing your breath away with a kiss. Or maybe it was a quiet moment, where you and he were sitting on a roof, Cole holding you close to his body, keeping you warm with his heat and his jacket as you rested your head on his chest. The words slipping out in the softest of honeyed whispers.

With the words spoken, his heart would skip a beat. He finally said it, the fear of Kessler’s return clawing at his stomach, but when he saw your face when you heard those words, how it lit up, and when you said “I love you too.” The fear washed away and for the first time in a long time, the crushing weight of everything lifted. For the first time, it felt like everything was right in the world. That all was as it should be. The elation from that moment made tears prick at his eyes as he pulled you into the deepest kiss he could muster. Pouring every single ounce of love in his body into you. That moment will never leave him and he wants to sear it into your memory too. The day the Demon of Empire City said “I love you.” The first that will pave the path for many more.

Kessler’s Curse was broken, for now Cole wasn’t afraid. He won’t take you from him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Hooooooooooooooh boy. You want protection? You got protection. Cole is a hurricane and you are safely nestled in the eye of the storm. Cole is a very protective boyfriend and with all the shit that’s happened to him back in Empire City. It’s understandable! Whenever you’re with him, you know you’re safe. Holding his arm, you can feel a soft hum of the electricity stored within. If the two of you travel in areas known to be quite dodgy, his eyes are on the lookout for any trouble, ready for anything. Scared of being jumped as you head to work, all you need to do is ask Cole and he’ll escort you, be it personally walking hand in hand or by following you up high on the rooftops, making sure you get to where you need to go safely. Fear bites at the back of his mind when he’s away from you, but he knows you’re an adult and can handle yourself if need be. He will let you know that if he’s away doing something and something goes awry, he’s a phone-call away and he’ll get to you as soon as he can. Are the woes mental in nature? All you need to do is to let him know what you need and he’ll do it. Evil Cole might struggle a little bit when it comes to the mental stuff, but dammit, no-one messes with his love, not even the demons that plague your mind. Both Good and Evil Cole are highly protective, but Evil Cole is more apt to go to more extreme measures sooner, he’s more possessive than Good Cole, but he has more enemies so it’s to be expected.

As for him needing protection? Physically, no. He doesn’t want you to try and protect him. He doesn’t want you getting hurt, especially with the dangers he has to deal with on the regular.To the Demon of Empire City, what he needs is a protector of the heart. Be there when he’s feeling low. Hold him close when his own demons torment him, chase them off with kisses and words of love, be by his side when he wakes in the morning. Be his asylum. His peace.

When Cole MacGrath gives you his scarred heart, protect it, as he will protect yours.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Honestly, it varies. While he is a conduit, he’s still human. When it comes to big things like anniversaries, birthdays and milestones, he’s making it his mission to make your face light up with joy. It won’t be anything lavish or over the top, but Cole will make sure it’s special for you, be it a nice dinner out or a romantic night at home, the Electric Man will make you feel like royalty. Dates he plays by ear a little bit, seeing how both you and he are feeling. Feeling like a night downtown? Get dressed and let’s go. Outdoor bonfire? He’s grabbing the blankets and firewood! Feeling lazy? Prepare for a cuddlefest. Gifts can range from big or small, but they’re always with you in mind. Everyday tasks he’d help as best as he can, but as noted before, sometimes his powers can make certain things more hazard than help, but he really does try.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He has a few, but I’ll name two.

Two words. BED. HOG. Cole is so used to sleeping in a sprawl somewhere that he kinda doesn’t know what personal space is when it comes to sleeping (when he can sleep). He’s like a twister in sleep too. Constantly tossing and turning unless you’ve worn him out before bedtime and are now in a cuddle. So be prepared before that.

He’s so used to sparking up his hands to relieve some of the pent up energy that it’s become a habit. So be ready for the accidental zap from him from time to time. Also, massage his hands, it helps alleviate the pins and needles in them.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Cole is no more concerned about his looks than any other man is. He keeps in shape thanks to all the parkour and fighting he does, he keeps himself clean the best he can and he washes his clothes whenever he can. If it’s a date night, he’ll gussy up extra. Gotta look good for you after all.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Dear god… Cole has lost so much. His home, his family, his girlfriend… Pretty much his whole life ripped apart and shattered. He was starting to pick up the pieces when you came into his life. You helped him start to rebuild, gave him hope that maybe, just maybe… There’s still some chance of having that happiness that Kessler stole from him. Having someone by his side to love and cherish. To maybe someday start a family with (if Good Cole) or rule the world with you by his side (if Evil Cole.) If he lost you? It would utterly destroy him. This won’t stop him from living his life, but most likely he won’t try his luck again when it comes to love.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Have two!

I don’t know why, but I keep having this thought of Cole being a decent singer and casually playing guitar. Maybe he has this musical hobby because when he was young, the guitar gave him something in his life that was his to control fully. He could change anything about the song he wanted, the pitch, the tempo, the energy, it was also a great outlet for his emotions as well, probably help him a lot in his high-school days.

Remember his comment of “And I thought I was a pyro?” He wasn’t lying about that. It was something he and Zeke bonded over. Those to loved to set fire to things and whenever they could, they’d make big bonfires and boy is the 4th of July a grand ol’ time for the Demon of Empire City, especially now since he is both his own lighter and his own fireworks.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Please, do not try to interrogate him. If you want to talk to him about something, just talk to him. Trying to pull things out of him will just remind him of how his parents would interrogate him when he was young and all it will do is fire up that rebellious streak he has.

Also, pleeeeease do not get into fights like Kuo and Nix do. He already has enough to deal with when it comes to those two, he doesn’t want to deal with it at home too.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Let’s see… We covered being a sleep cuddler, a bedhog, a tornado and a slight insomniac…. Oh! Sometimes his hands wander around on you while he sleeps. Seriously though, SLEEP CUDDLER. Cole really needs cuddles.

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Sorry it was long, but I hope you enjoyed it!

#Xeno's Headcanons #infamous 2 #cole macgrath #infamous #Infamous headcanons #sfw alphabet #alphabet #Cole needs more love #Seriously #LOVE ON THIS MAN #AAAAAAAAAA

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asexualastarion · 11 months

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Ok I need to rant and also maybe ask for advice about one of my friends joke flirting with me

So I have this really good friend who is very very physically affectionate (hand holding, hugs, one time caressed my face after accidentally hitting me) and verbally affectionate (frequent I love yous, etc) but sometimes he gets very flirty/makes downright sexual comments and it sucks bc on one hand I appreciate the attention and know he doesn’t mean it but on the other hand I used to have major feelings for this guy (still kinda do) so the joke flirting sometimes really messes with my head. Like I very much deluded myself into thinking that he maybe liked me based on the joke flirting and I don’t want that to keep happening. I have never been on a date/in a relationship/kissed etc so I think I may be taking this more seriously than I should (like I can’t laugh it off as easily as he can), but also I do enjoy the physical and verbal affection and don’t want to lose that. How do I say “hey man don’t say this unless you mean it” without losing the parts I want to keep and without being obvious that I had/have feelings for him? Cause it’s getting to the point where it’s really making me sad. He’ll offhandedly comment about wanting to fuck me (jokingly) and flirt with me and then a few days later tell me how hot he thinks one of my friends is. Like he doesn’t know I have feelings for him (once he told me he had a gf on my bday in the height of my feelings for him lol) (they broke up which is why I think I’m getting emo about this again) and I genuinely think he’d cut it out if I asked but I just don’t know how to bring it up in a way that doesn’t make me sound pathetic and doesn’t take away the handholding

ALSO not to be cynical but part of me feels like he wouldn’t act this way if I didn’t look the way I did. He’s joke flirty with all his friends but me more than anyone else (from what I have seen) and part of me thinks that since I’m fat and ugly im, like, “safe” for him to act this way around. Like I’m so de sexualized in his mind bc of my body that he would say and do things that he wouldn’t say or do to a person he actually found attractive, if that makes sense

Idk it’s a conundrum.

#want to clarify that I truly don’t think he’s doing this out of malicious intent I think he’s just a little unaware of the ramifications #but idk I’m not good at realizing when I’m being treated poorly. is this normal behavior

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flashyfucker · 2 years

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summertime | jamie oleksiak ✷

MY MASTERLIST / gimme ur thoughts/questions! summary: jamie’s got some rules he follows while you’re hooking up behind your family’s back. not fucking you in your parents’ house is number one. as the temperature gets higher, though, so do the hemlines on your dresses, and god, you’re really testing his determination. dad’s best friend!jamie x fem reader. word count: 4.8k (sorry for being a whore) warnings: smut. size kink (obvi!). hints of mocking/degradation but praise kink goes so hard it makes up for it. filthy. low key bratty reader. secret relationship + risky/chance of getting caught. age gap (reader is college-aged, jamie is like mid-late 20s). once again jac cannot write something normal. thank u to the anons (and kaylee!) who helped build this entire AU, super slutty behaviour from all of us ngl MORE DBF!JAMIE HERE xxx

You’ve been trying to crack him for weeks.

The stars really aligned, how the heat was growing all encompassing at the same time you and Jamie started sharing moments. How tiny shorts and swimsuits gave way to his hands pushing over your thighs when you’d pass one another in the hallway, when you’d open the front door for him, when you’d text something a little too risqué from across the room and he’d have to remind you where you are. Remind you of your least favourite rule.

The first time you’d kissed Jamie, you were alone in your house while your parents were out of town for the week. With his hand nearly completely circling your jaw and a splitting surge of confidence, you’d asked him to make you his, and he’d shaken his head with a mean smile and told you “’M not fucking you under your parents’ roof.”, and he’d held himself to that, held you to that.

But then he’d show up, light summer sleeves rolled to the elbow and call you sweetheart, call you darling and fill your head with memories of the last times he’d called you those things, and expect you to happily oblige the rule. With that all-encompassing heat beginning to linger, though, it was getting harder.

Those tiny shorts were one thing in trying to crack him, but you quickly learned words got you closer. You’d catch him in the bathroom doorway or while helping bring plates inside and get up on your tiptoes to get closer to his ear and murmur something, “Wouldn’t it be so hot to take me in my childhood bedroom?” you’d ask, “Shut me up with your cock down my throat so we don’t get caught?” and his cheeks would flush a little, but he’d remain stoic and strain “Not here,” through a sigh before breaking away from you.

Inviting a friend from one of your college classes over while Jamie was tinkering around the yard with your dad was, maybe, a little mean. Making him watch while the guy wrestled you into the pool, watch you fake laugh at his bad jokes, him clearly trying to impress you, all while Jamie had to pretend he didn’t care, had to act like he didn’t want to put you on your hands and knees on one of the sunbeds and make that poor, flirty guy watch? Yeah, a little mean.

Your friend left, innocently, a little after lunchtime, though, and all his visit got you was Jamie pressing you into the kitchen island from behind, a big hand shoved between your shaky thighs and rubbing hard over your swimsuit bottoms, telling you so casually as your mouth fell open, “I think he has a crush on you. Your charade still isn’t working, though.” with an easy smile before his hand was gone and he was on his way back outside.

On the day of your mom’s birthday lunch, it’s ninety degrees and you’ve almost given up on trying to crack him. But, when you hear his truck roll up onto your lawn and feel your heart squeeze as its door slams, a little part of you wants to play the game again.

Rifling through your closet, your hands fall to something silky and little and inky-black, and on any other day of the year you’d never consider it for a function attended by a bunch of families, but with the way the sweat is threatening to bead along your soft skin even at eleven AM, you can’t bring yourself to mind.

And, if you know how much Jamie loves it when you wear black… well, maybe you haven’t given up on breaking that rule at all.

Jamie’s already slinking between the kitchen and patio with plates and barbecue tools, dutifully helping your parents before other guests arrive, when you come downstairs. It’s not lost on you, the way his eyes widen a little when they catch you for the first time, and the little swell of excitement you feel at it makes your heart race.

“How’s it goin’, kid?” He asks, unabashed in the way his eyes peruse the length of your body, only the two of you in the room, but your parents not far. The moment steals your breath for half a second, but then your dad’s calling you outside to show you the shiny new grill-smoker setup Jamie helped him with, and Jamie clears his throat and coughs around it, sighing back to reality.

“Gonna have to remember where we are today, huh?” You grin, tilting your head smugly up at him.

He looks at you, brows pinched and blinking slowly, tonguing behind his teeth in a way that tells you if you weren’t where you were, you’d easily be over his knee for that. Your low-key sense of pride is clipped, though, when your dad calls out again and Jamie’s hand is heavy on your back as he ushers you towards the door.

When it comes time to eat, you sit beside Jamie and pretend, expertly, that you don’t notice the way his thigh is tucked up against yours. You’re both a bit outnumbered, out of place by your distant relatives and the neighbourhood moms and all their fussing, your dad tied up so Jamie’s a little lost at the table, so, you find comfort in each other’s familiarity, how easy your conversation feels.

He’s talking about this one band’s show he’d just seen, offering you the last half of his negroni, and you’re remembering how much you loved their last album, sipping on the unfinished cocktail, and together, you’re both trying to avoid any blatant eye-fucking at this PG-13 meal.

You’re nearly hung out to dry entirely when one of your cousins finally cuts in to ask you, “So, how long have you and Jamie been dating?” in front of everyone, and it’s nearly comical how quickly your mom cracks up in the face of it and assures them, Jamie is your dad’s plus one, not yours, and god, you’re glad nobody sees the way his hand squeezes your thigh below the table while you both laugh it all off above.

Later, patio lights wash the yard, backlit by a late sunset making everything a little warm, and the breeze blowing through finally offers some relief from the sweltering afternoon. Jamie’s great at this: at riling you up even from meters away.

You’re positive he’s undone one or, like, three buttons on his shirt since lunch, his thin golden chain clung to the heat-flushed skin by his collarbone, tipping his head a little and smiling over his beer, leaning in to charm whichever of your mom’s friends it is who’s approached him, now. He’s cycled through them all afternoon. You’d be vexed by it, maybe, but you can’t be– not when he finds your eye and licks over his bottom lip and fucking winks, so cliché. Still, it stirs in your lower belly and the excitement climbs up your spine.

He’s got no clue what they’re talking about, really, the older women who all seem to love him. They’re all a few too many wines deep and taken by his height and broad body and kind eyes, and they’re an easy excuse to stand around and let his eyes wander the busy yard, look for you, the flutter of that dress, the little flash of thigh. Meanwhile, you’re all gentle smiles and gratuitous laughter, appearing far more innocent than he knows you can be.

You’re stuck deep in a conversation with a friend of your mom’s (one who remembers when you were, like, six, and wants to know everything that’s happened since) when you notice Jamie across the yard once more, this minuscule cat-and-mouse game finally threatening its crescendo as he gestures a thumb towards the house, a smirk on his mouth before he sips his beer and excuses himself from the conversation he’s caught in.

You hear your heartbeat pulse in your ears as you mention going to find someone, get something— you don’t really register whatever excuse you manage to rattle off while your stomach leaps and twists, watching Jamie duck inside as whoever you were speaking to bids you goodbye with a shallow hug.

You’re about to be confused when you get over the threshold and Jamie’s nowhere to be seen, but he takes your hand from the shadowy spare bathroom by the back door and starts pulling you in, flicking the fluorescent overhead on with his spare hand so he can see you again.

“Guests are using the bathroom here. Upstairs is free.” You cut in quickly, leaning against the doorframe to stop him from tugging you closer. You chew the inside of your cheek while awaiting his response, sure he’s going to curb your advances once more, but Jamie tugs his fingers through his hair and sighs, “Fuck. Come on, then.”

You have to stop yourself laughing with how giddy you are on your way upstairs, Jamie’s lumbering frame in tow. You give a precautionary glance down the hall to make sure nobody’s around to see the both of you skulk into the bathroom, sneaking like teenagers; the exact kind of playful tension you’ve craved for weeks. You think you could die with how fast your heartbeat batters in your chest.

The moment the door’s deadbolt clicks, he’s on you. Hands clasping your jaw, he kisses you hard, hungry, tongue nearly instantly pressing in. Your head spins as he pulls your hips flush against him, hiking you up, fingers finally groping at your flesh with desperation matching that which you’ve felt for hours, what feels like forever, now.

When your hands begin wandering, though, fingers searching for his shirt’s buttons, the soft smattering of chest hair, Jamie breaks it all off, spins you around so your lower stomach meets the cool, stone basin, freezing the hard breath in your throat in a gasp.

“Fuckin’– I love this dress.” He talks low and his hands smooth over the satin on your hips as he nudges his body forward against yours, “Too bad I can’t ruin it here.”

His words feel like a punch to the stomach after the way you’d gotten your hopes up, after how he’d kissed you. You find him in the mirror, ruddy-cheeked and panting a little with the most innocent smile on his lips.

“You’re so mean.” You groan with your head tipped back into his chest, more than a little frustrated, by now. Your shoulder blades press into his pecs and you feel his body tremor as he chuckles, watching you, admiring.

“Yeah, because your pussy floods every time I am.”

Your breath holds and you feel hot all over. You see your cheeks grow red as much as you feel it, but despite it, despite how you kinda wanna stomp your feet in protest, he’s right (and you probably should be used to how good he is, by now, but it’s a little impressive that he’s noticed, made that connection.).

“You could do something about it, for once.” You try to quip, meeting his eyes in the mirror, his baby blues gone a little darker. You feel the slick between your thighs flow from his comment, his boldness in calling you out like that, and maybe the little inkling of shame that comes with it.

“For once?” His hips rock forward against you, half-hard in his jeans, and he smiles with a guiltless curiosity, tilts his head like a confused puppy. “Remind me, how many times did you come the other night?”

You hide a smile at him for a bare moment, searching for words through the haze of excitement and growing arousal, lost in the feeling of him pulsing against your lower back, big hands crawling up your torso, their heat enveloping you.

“C’mon, use your big girl words. How many times was it, kid?”

You feel your face grow warmer, if that’s even possible, suddenly shy saying it aloud. Jamie’s hand finds your hip and rests there lightly, and the almost-innocence of it makes you squirm.

“‘Till I cried, then one more.” You finally admit, breathless at the memory (and at how he’s using it, now.).

“Then one more, for good luck.” Jamie reiterates, smiling fondly, his weight against you growing heavier when you hum appreciatively, searching for his gaze in the mirror once more. He bends to dip his head down, getting closer to your ear, his free hand sweeping your hair over your shoulder and letting his fingertips dwell at the base of your throat: tiny movements all exaggerating how much taller, bigger than you he is, standing behind you. Your whole body feels like it’s vibrating, thrumming.

“I can’t make you cry like that, here. But… God, this fucking dress.” He starts, excruciatingly slow in running his fingers up over your backside, you arching into him, rucking the dress up to reveal your thong, and he asks, “How long do we have, do you think?”

The air feels cool as it chases the pressure of Jamie’s hands along your ass, now bare to him. You can hear it, the commotion from the party outside, muffled, cheery voices of people who have no clue what’s happening in the guest bathroom, parents with no clue what their sweet Jamie is doing with their darling daughter. The thought buzzes along your skin, sending a fresh pulse of wetness to your core. You swallow hard, and try not to rush your words:

“Fifteen. Maybe twenty, at a push.”

You see him contemplating, exhaling slowly with his fingers squeezing at your skin, and where your muscles once were held stiff and tense, you soften under his touch. You brace yourself with shaky hands on the counter as Jamie reaches around the front of your body to gently pull your panties to the side, you hissing softly through your teeth when the cooler air meets the sticky seam of your cunt.

“Made a fuckin’ mess of these, eh? Been dripping for hours?” He runs his fingers along the soft, wet cotton of your panties, knuckles ghosting over your inner thigh, avoiding your core. “Can’t ruin the dress tonight, but these…”

He runs the pads of his fingers along your slit experimentally, watching your face, gaging the uptick of your hips, studying your tiniest reactions. Then, he pushes two thick fingers inside, smiling a little at the way your voice breaks around a yelp, your mouth falling wide open.

“Tightest cunt.” He nearly smiles against your temple, muttering to himself. “Gonna take my cock here? Gonna make it fit in this tiny pussy?”

He pumps only a handful of times before he adds a third finger against the first two and you’re gasping his name at the intrusion, the overwhelming feeling of him opening you up, getting you ready for his cock, as much as he can with only a handful of ticking minutes. He strokes expertly at your g-spot, thumb barely drumming over your clit, working out the wetness obscenely, and it’s all so much, his entire body pressed to you, lips mouthing softly at the side of your head, all of it exactly what you’ve been working for all summer.

Your hips alternate between pushing forward, chasing the thrusts of his fingers, and rocking back against his clothed cock, obsessed with the way his body tenses up at the added pressure, and Jamie would maybe punish it, if he were feeling mean, the way you’re begging without anything but wordless whimpers, joyfully teasing him with your hips. But, tonight, he’s not feeling mean, so he revels in it, how fond he is of you, so beautiful like this.

Before you have much of a chance to chase any real high, to find any relief, his fingers are out of your pussy, and you feel frustratingly empty, throbbing, legs kicking a little, making him laugh softly.

Jamie strings your juices up against your mouth, slick fingers shoving between your glossy lips. He watches adoringly, your eyes screwed shut as you suck his fingers clean, savour the sweety-salt of it, and you see it, the fire in his eyes, his mouth open, feel his big cock jump in his slacks, pressed hard to your body as he murmurs senselessly, “Good girl. Clean it up, so good for me.”

He grabs your face with fingers still wet, thumb stroking your soft cheek.

“J, need you. Want you so bad it hurts.”

And he’s a sucker for you, really, despite your bratting and his arbitrary rules, he’d give you whatever. Especially when you beg. Especially when he’s got you like this, pretty little dress bunched up over your hips and you’re dripping, and he’s rock hard, and there’s probably ten minutes before anybody will notice you’re both gone, let alone come looking.

“It hurts, does it?” He mutters, brows raised in question, “Pretty cunt hurts ‘cause it’s not stuffed with a nice, fat cock?”

And you don’t need to answer, not with the way you’re writhing back into him, brows furrowed and mouth glossed, slack, keening. He’s trying to stave off a little grin at how good you look, nipples peaked under the thin fabric sticking to your sheening skin, your hand finding its way between your own thighs, trying to gain some friction between your slick folds but your stroke is messy, unfocussed: overexcited.

“Ahuh, J. Please.” Is all you manage.

With his free hand, Jamie unzips his pants and shoves them down only enough to pull his cock out, his body wracked by an exhale as he presses the thick, drooly head to you from behind. It’s hot against your skin, pussy puffy and soft and pliant but, still, you’re tiny against the insane thickness of him.

“It’s so big.” You mewl, fingertips dipping to pull over his length messily, smearing your juices into his where he weeps precum. The crown of his cock nudges into your entrance once, twice, then sweeps up against your clit, repeating, driving you crazy.

“You can take it.” He says when he feels your body tighten, feels your breath shallow and a little panicky, and he rests his hand atop yours gently. Despite the lewd circumstances, his hot, heavy member rubbing at your little slit messily, butterflies beat their wings in your belly, and you breathe a little easier, relaxing against his frame.

Jamie meets your eye in the mirror, gaze steady and serious and waiting, entirely, for your reassurance, regardless of his member throbbing between your thighs, and you know you could call it all off, forget all the teasing at once and he’d kiss you all over and walk you back downstairs. Hell, he’d take you back to his place and make you gush on his tongue until the size of his cock is a nonissue, if you asked. That’s not what you want, though– the ache between your thighs wants him here, now, needs the rush, the headspin.

You nod just enough for him to see, tongue wetting your lips hungrily, a little go-ahead.

Your brows furrow as he buries himself slowly, groaning with it, his chest rumbling against your back.

The stretch burns hot and you’re so full, feel him so deep, biting down on your bottom lip to save crying out, face screwed up. Your feet barely touch the ground, pinned up against the basin by his pelvis, his hand which creeps between your body and the sink to hook under you and tease at your clit. You can’t wait to watch the faint, spotty bruises bloom on your thighs from the bite of the counter (moreover, you can’t wait for Jamie to kiss them in apology, eat you out to make it up to you. Maybe it’s greedy, looking forward to the next time before this one’s even over. You can’t convince yourself to care.).

“Atta girl, fuckin, split apart on me. I'm so proud of you.” Jamie huffs, sighing finally when he feels his tip prodding up by your cervix, zeros in on how impossibly tight you’re choking him, struggling to take it all at this angle.

The dopey little smile on his face when you find his eyes makes your heart melt, unable to stop yourself from letting out a satisfied, mindless giggle at him, at it all, and, like playful revenge, he cants his hips upward a bit, angling against your g-spot, and your eyes roll back, the ah-huh you let out a clear indication he’d gotten the best of you, there.

He barely moves inside you, at first, save for the most shallow lurches of his hips and whatever friction you can garner by rocking your own body, desperately trying to fuck yourself on his length. But, his fingers stroking over you gently alongside the squeeze of your tight pussy wrapped around the sheer size of him makes you squirm on his dick embarrassingly quickly, arching forward, away from him and over the sink while your hips move back and forth. You bite down on the back of your hand to stop yourself from yelping as your high grows closer, winding pressure building irresistibly.

“Already?” Jamie murmurs mockingly at how you’re moving on his cock, trying to take more of him, more of what won’t quite fit, you already painfully close to coming. His fingers rub steady circles between your thighs, sweeping down to where his cock is seated within you to swipe your leaking juices over your clit periodically. “I’ve barely even fucked you yet. Fuckin’ filthy.”

His mean words wind you higher and within moments he feels your cunt seize up around him, your high hitting you hard, all at once, squeezing obscenely on his cock, repeating fuck, fuck, fuck in whiny sobs like a mantra. He’s unmoving inside you, now, and he curses into the crown of your head as your body tosses, head falling forward.

“You cum so fuckin’ pretty, sweetheart. Look at you.” Jamie muses, hand gabbing your chin, pushing your face up so you watch yourself in the mirror, watch him, you both elated, ready for more. You smile lazily at the mess of your hair and the stunned cast on your face and the lewd sounds between you, how messy your pussy is for him, clenching around him.

“So good.” You swear, breathing hard as your hand finds its place gripping the forearm Jamie uses to prop himself up, prop you both up, really, and your fingernails dig in. “Thank you, J. So fucking good.”

Carefully, in time with the sweet murmurs of “Good girl, taking me so well,” the drive of his hips picks up pace. Your eyes are rolling again, and the honeyed daze you’re stuck in is obvious as the faint aftershocks of your first climax glimmer up through you, jolting your body sporadically. Your cunt pulses around the fat cock rubbing against your g-spot as Jamie chases his own orgasm.

“You’re so good, letting me use your pretty cunt like this, even with your parents right downstairs. My best girl. Best fuckin’ girl.”

His chants fill your mind, making you lightheaded in the best way, and as his pelvis drives up into you faster, the fluttery little skirt of your dress tickles the tops of your thighs.

“Want me inside?” Jamie asks breathily, meeting your glassy eyes in the mirror, grind of his hips not slowing, like he wants you to struggle for words, he basks in it.

“Ye-ah. Yes. If you get cum– oh my god, Jamie.” He chuckles haughtily at how you can barely string together your words, your jaw hinging open around a moan when his hips stutter just right and one hand gropes at your tits over your dress.

“Can’t even fuckin’ speak. Fucked stupid on my fat cock, huh, baby?”

“Fuck off. I’ll kill you if you cum on this dress.” You swallow hard to talk steady, and vow between your whimpery moans. Vague memories of where you are right now slink back, making you shudder, contract around him so sharply it hurts, a fresh lick of your wetness dribbling down his shaft filthily.

“Shut ah– shut up.” He manages— though he’d maybe laugh at your promise if he wasn’t balls-deep in your dripping cunt, so tiny around him. You feel, where his thighs press to your ass, where your hand clutches his forearm: his muscles tremble beneath the skin, holding back only enough to stop the both of you from erupting in a way sure to get you caught. Regardless, with the steady drive of his pelvis– the heady pleasure-pain of him nudging against your cervix, you barely stand a chance.

“C’mon, pretty girl. Give me one more, sweetheart. Know ya want to.” He presses down on your clit hard, frothy slick and the quick pound of his cock in and out and in all you need to finally clear the edge, your body giving way to him entirely as your weight falls limp against the sink, crying out for him, savouring the tender way he pulls you close, his deep voice rumbling “Messy baby, creaming all over my dick. Such a good girl for me.” talking you down through it.

Your hole contracting around him pathetically, like it’s trying to push him out, the stimulation too much, is what cracks him, finally, like you’ve wanted for weeks. He snaps his hips hard into yours once more, and he’s cooing your name, throaty and broken with no regard for the party downstairs as he pumps his white-hot load against your tender cervix.

You’re humming his name contentedly, gratefully, all soft smiles and uneven breaths as he stills inside you, brushing your hair back over your heaving shoulders and leaning down to press a soft kiss to your temple.

“Ready to go back down?” Jamie asks, smoothing your dress out over your stomach like he’s not still buried deep inside you, softening slowly. You run your hands over your clammy face as you remember everything, now, how it surely won’t be long before someone comes looking for either of you.

You ignore Jamie’s sarcastic little chide, grasping the basin as he pulls out carefully, sighing with the motion, only to quickly push his hand up against your swollen pussy, now heartbreakingly empty as you spasm, pushing his cum out over his fingers and your inner thighs.

Like it’s the dirtiest thing you’d felt today, you blush, dipping your head in the mirror, avoiding your own gaze. Jamie feels his cock twitch at it as he pulls your panties back over your sensitive mound, wiping his messy fingers clean on the soft fabric by the waistband, and you’d nearly complain about that, but your thoughts are still a little airy and, fuck, facing your family is coming close to the forefront of your mind.

“I never wanna go back down.” You huff, spinning to face Jamie, finally. He’s tucking himself back into his slacks, straightening out his clothes, trying to ignore how that dress just flared as you spun, once a-fucking-gain.

“Doing it here was an awful idea.” You determine.

Your mouth is wrecked and glistening from all the biting and panting and Jamie wants, so badly, to kiss you, but he thinks you might throw a fit if he tries right now (or if he tells you he told you so, which is tempting), so he just laughs, his own cheeks a little red from the shame of it.

“It was hot, though. While I was buried in you, y’know.”

His breath hitches when your shoulders slump and you comment, “Don’t flirt with me, now,”, and your arm curls around his body, fingers dipping into his back pocket. His exhale comes slow when you pluck his car keys, circling them around one finger playfully.

“I’m gonna text mom and dad. Tell them that Maddie from study group picked me up in a crisis or something. I’ll be in your car waiting.”

Your amusement grows as Jamie’s eyes widen a little, brows furrowed and mouth hung open, floundering in a way you’ve never seen from him.

“Baby, no– why do I have to go alone? How am I meant to go shake your dad’s hand and say goodnight after that?”

“Yeah… You should definitely wash your hands, first.” You deadpan, nodding solemnly.

When he cuts you an aghast look, you raise your hands in surrender and hold back a laugh, continuing, “Okay. I’ll go say goodnight with you. Tell them Maddie’s in crisis and you’re dropping me off on your way home.”

And it works, you think, as nervous as you both are. If anyone were to look close enough, they’d find the angry crescent nail-marks in Jamie’s forearm as he shakes your dad’s hand, confirms the plans they have to take the boat out the next day.

Maybe they’d notice the way your pretty lips are swollen, your lipgloss gone entirely as you peck your grandparents’ foreheads. If it were lighter out, if they were looking and you moved quickly enough when you bent down to hug your mom goodnight, maybe they’d cop an eyeful of the milky white, sticky between your supple thighs.

But, they don’t. You’re off scot-free, in Jamie’s front seat then in his bed, where there’s no bated moans or holding back, and he can have you as loud as he wants, have you as long as he wants (and god, does he want.).

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