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xiaoxo · 1 month

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₊˚·७ SLUMBER PARTY

featuring — kafka, himeko, jingliu, y/n

summary — a sleepover turns into something more.

warnings — kafka, himeko, & jingliu x fem!reader, wlw relationships, wlw smut, self indulgent, use of sex toys, fluff (lots of it), non-established relationships in all, dancing together in jingliu’s, stellaron hunter!reader in kafka’s, hsr spoilers, astral express!reader in himeko’s, reader works for jing yuan in jingliu’s, reader is a vidyadhara in jingliu’s, pet names used in all, slight corruption kink in kafka’s (reader is a virgin), reader’s a bit shy in kafka’s, reader has insomnia in himeko’s, boob lover!reader in himeko’s

messages from the stars — i ♡︎ women, they can do no wrong, i worship the ground they walk on. err also im not the best at writing wlw smut but i tried my best :’) , also just a heads up, anyone can interact with this, just don’t be creepy and don’t erase wlw rep ! went a lil wild on kafka’s lmao

𝐊𝐀𝐅𝐊𝐀

after arriving at the luofu, you and kafka headed to your room. there weren’t that many rooms so you and her needed to share. you didn’t mind though. maybe the ongoing sexual tension would finally be cut tonight.

you and kafka were close, that didn’t mean you fully trusted each other though. but, there was something romantic between you two—the longing gazes, the giggling to each other, the flustering and teasing. everyone could see it. blade was tired of it and silver wolf just wanted you two to get together already.

“looks like it’ll be the two of us, huh? wanna have some fun?” she smirked, her voice smooth and seductive. you gulped, watching her approach the bed you were laying on. she crawled onto the bed and straddled you.

“finally, i have you all to myself,” she sighed softly, running her fingers up and down your waist. lifting your shirt up, she immediately tossed it on the floor and made out with you.

“mmph!” you moaned, feeling her palm your bare breast. she swirled her tongue in your mouth, lapping it on top of your tongue. pulling away, a string a saliva connected both your lips together. the magenta haired woman smirked to herself, beginning to take off her coat.

you both undressed and made out with each other. she pressed you against the bed and told you to wait a moment. she got off the bed and got a few things out of her bag—sex toys.

“i’ve been meaning to use these on you, hope you enjoy,” she told you, walking towards the bed again. she placed the strap-on and double-ended dildo on the foot of the bed and crawled towards you with a vibrator in her hand.

“spread your legs, darling,” she purred, sliding her hand between your thighs. you spread them eagerly and watched as she turned the vibrator on. pressing it against your clit, you squirmed and whimpered. she chuckled at your sensitive body. she couldn’t wait to ruin you.

“kafka, i’m a—” “i know, dear. i’ll take it slow, just let me know if it’s too much and i’ll stop, okay?” she said tenderly, a kind look in her eyes. you nodded and she watched as your arousal began to drip from your pussy.

“you’re so wet already,” she tsked, but was proud on the inside. “can’t help it, you make me feel so good,” you said shakily, body trembling from the pleasure. kafka inserted a gloved finger into your pussy, feeling the wetness soak her glove.

she pumped her finger in and out of you before slowly adding another. pleasure bubbled in your chest as you felt your orgasm approaching. “kafka, i’m close!” you whimpered.

“good, that’s a good girl. go ahead and cum for me,” she praised, leaning down to swirl her tongue around your nipple. she had such a skilled tongue, making you wonder if she’s done this before. or she could just really be wanting to make you feel good.

you came all over her fingers and she brought her hand to her mouth, sucking the juices up. “you taste delicious, i need to have a proper taste,” she told you, leaning down slowly while making eye contact with you. she hovered in front of your dripping heat as you bit your lip in anticipation.

she began licking and swirling her tongue all over your pussy, practically devouring it. “kafka, kafka!” you moaned her name like a matra, as if it was the only thing you could utter out in your fucked-out state.

her chuckle vibrated against your clit, making you let out a deep moan. “you’re making me so wet, keep moaning for me, will ya, doll?” she cooed, moaning softly as she continued to eat you out.

“make the whole hotel hear, won’t ya, baby?” she chuckled, smirking devilishly up at you. “n—no, don’t wanna get caught,” you stammered shyly. “aww, it’s okay love, it’ll just make sure everyone will know you’re mine.”

“all yours, kafka, all yours!” you babbled out, drunk on the way she ate you out. “that’s my girl,” she whispered, blowing against your clit. “o—oh!” you gasped at the new feeling. she began slurping up your juices and shoved two fingers in your hole.

“cu—cumming!” you shouted in a moan, creaming all over kafka’s face. she didn’t bother wiping it off as she leaned up and kissed you. while she kissed you, she grabbed the strap-on at the end of the bed.

placing it around her waist, she teased the tip against your tight virgin hole. she couldn’t wait to fill you up with her fake cock. she wanted to see your face contort in pleasure as your eyes roll back into your head. she wanted to ruin you, turn you into a lustful slut for her and only her.

she slowly thrusted in, allowing you to adjust to the length of the strap-on. you panted heavily, slowly getting used to the penetration. you gave her a nod and she slid in a little more, waiting for your confirmation.

“kafka, please fill me up, i need it now, i can take it,” you told her, pleading. she chuckled to herself, stroking your cheek. “is my baby ready to take my cock like a good girl? okay, here we go.”

with that, kafka thrusted all the way in, earning a loud stifled moan from you. she paused before you urged her to keep going. she rammed the strap-on into you, hitting the deepest parts of your womb.

“you look perfect like this, fuck darling,” she panted, breasts bouncing with each thrust she pounded into you. “you look so angelic, kafka. never thought i’d get to see you like this,” you murmured bashfully.

“you flatter me, y/n. heh, i dreamed of the day of seeing you like this. do you know how many days you’ve gotten me so heated i needed to take a step away to relieve myself?” she asked, chuckling. ramming her fake cock into you, you babbled and moaned how much you liked her and were enjoying yourself.

“fuckk, i like it when you’re needy like this—loud, too. make the entire hotel hear how good kafka’s making you feel, hm? that’s an order, darling~” she chimed, sensing you getting tighter around the false cock.

“you close, baby?” “mhm,” you moaned out, letting your head fall back. you kept your eyes on kafka and scanned down her body. you reached your hand up to cup her breast, squeezing it weakly.

you came with a loud moan erupting from your mouth, coating the strap-on with your cum. kafka pulled out, seeing the strap-on drenched in your liquids. “do i really make you this horny, dear?” she teased.

“yes kafka, you make me so wet,” you replied, not even caring about the embarrassment you would receive later when recalling your words to her. she hummed and grabbed the vibrator again.

spreading your legs, she straddled you and angled her pussy to line up with yours. pressing her pussy against yours, she held the vibrator against both of your clits as she began grinding on you.

the room reeked of sex with moans bouncing off the walls and possibly echoing into the hallway and other hotel rooms. she smiled down at you and you swore you’ve never seen anyone so beautiful, the way sweat stuck strands of her magenta hair to her forehead, the dazed look in her eyes, her perfect pink pussy grinding against yours. you felt yourself cumming again.

“did you cum already?” she asked, feeling your slick against her pussy. “y—yes,” you admitted shyly. “aeons, you’re perfect. just let me cum too, okay? you can handle a little bit more, can’t you?” you paused before nodding.

“that’s a good girl.”

𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐊𝐎

everyone was asleep on the astral express except you. damned insomnia was keeping you awake. you wanted to sleep, you really did. but, your body didn’t allow you to. huffing to yourself, you laid in bed, debating what to do.

you wondered if you could visit himeko, perhaps she was awake. it was worth a shot. she did say come to her at any time if you needed anything. and right now you needed something.

tugging the covers off your bed, you headed towards the door and exited your room. quietly, you began tip-toeing to himeko’s room. knocking gently twice, you heard a faint ‘come in’ on the other side of the door.

opening the door, you stepped into himeko’s room. “y/n, is something wrong?” she asked in a concerned tone. “i can’t sleep,” you briefly explained. “come here,” she said, pulling the covers away from the free space of the bed for you to lay down beside her.

“how come you can’t sleep? are you nervous about something?” she asked, hoping she could help get to the bottom of why you couldn’t sleep. “i have insomnia,” you told her, inching closer.

“oh, i see,” she said, nodding and understanding. “how’d you develop insomnia?” “it’s…part of my past,” you explained. much like dan heng, you kept your past a secret, mainly to not burden any of the astral express crew with your problems. you didn’t need pity, you told yourself.

she nodded, not prying further. “you can come closer, y’know?” himeko chuckled, causing you to inch even closer to her. the redhead giggled, leaning close to your face.

tilting her head, her eyes glided across your lips, wondering what they could possibly taste like? aeons, why did you have to be so stunning? it wasn’t fair. himeko was so close to making a move, she was so close to her face. she wanted you to just—

you locked lips with her, cupping her face tenderly. you’d never kissed anyone before, so it was a little sloppy but you soon got the hang of it, kissing her with utmost love and devotion.

straddling her lap, her hands met your waist, grinding you against her. even with her moans being muffled against your lips, she still sounded as angelic as ever. “wanna hear you moan for me, himeko. you sound perfect as always,” you told her.

“then go ahead and make me moan. i’m excited to see what you have in store for me,” she said, smirking.

you began by undressing the both of you, leaving you completely bare. “my, your body is beautiful. i can’t believe it’s all mine for tonight,” she complimented honestly, smiling brightly. “th—thank you, himeko.”

“i love the way you say my name, i could hear it all the time and never get tired of it,” she admitted to you, smirking and spreading her legs. for a few seconds, you just stared at her pussy that was awaiting for you to pleasure it.

leaning down, you began licking, sucking, slurping, and swirling your tongue around himeko’s pussy. she tried keeping her moans quiet but the pleasure was pure bliss.

“ah! you feel so good, more y/n more,” she whispered out. she was doing a surprisingly good job at keeping quiet, as if she’s trained for this situation. “aeons, how many nights has it been that i’ve masturbated to the thought of you.” that explains how she’s so good at it, you thought.

you continued to lick and eat her out, holding her twitching thighs down to keep her legs spread. “keep ‘em open for me, okay baby?” you purred, kitten-licking her pussy. she nodded, keeping her legs as wide as she could for you.

“such a good girl.” you began using the pads of your fingers to rub her clit as you stuck your tongue into her hole. feeling her gummy walls clench around your soft and wet tongue made your eyes roll into the back of your head.

reaching between your legs with your other hand, you began rubbing yourself, humming in pleasure and relief. “do you get off to you eating me out?” “can’t help it, you’re too perfect,” you muttered, continuing your movements.

“ah, y/n i’m close, dear.” “cum baby, cum for me.” she came on your tongue as you lapped the liquids up. you licked the sides of your mouth before leaning in and kissing her again.

“you did so well, miss himeko,” you teased, smiling at her. “thank you, miss y/n,” she responded back, a light shade of red dusting over her cheeks. her face felt hot from being flustered and orgasming, beads of sweat dripped down her collarbone, making parts of it shine.

“just let me, please,” you pleaded in a rushed tone, lowering your head and sucking and biting her breasts. you left marks throughout the valley of her breasts and swirled your tongue around the nipples.

your dream of being smushed between himeko’s breasts had come true, so now you were going to indulge yourself.

himeko felt the knot of pleasure form in her stomach again. she cried out as you continued fondling and sucking on her breasts. she let out a few high-pitched moans as she came for the second time.

“did i make you cum just by playing with your tits?” you asked, hardly believing it. “yes, you did,” she responded. “i didn’t know i had this kinda effect on you,” you mentioned, teasing her nipples with your fingers.

“good to know,” you muttered, smirking to yourself. “do you have a vibrator, dildo, any sex toys, dear?” you asked calmly. himeko nodded and pulled a purple vibrator out of her nightstand drawer.

“perfect,” you told her, taking the sex toy in your hands. it was the same one you had, so you knew the settings and such. “what’s the mode you usually use?” you asked, not wanting to drive her overboard.

“medium,” she replied, “thank you for asking.” “of course, this is an experience of pleasure, i don’t want to overwhelm you,” you chuckled, turning on the vibrator to the medium setting.

bringing the sex toy down to her heat, you rubbed the vibrator against her clit, causing her to whimper and squirm. “you really know how to—ahh!—hit my weak points,” she told you, moaning between her sentence.

“so good for me,” you cooed, running it down her pussy and inserting it in her hole. she leaned forward, twitching in pleasure. what a sight to see. she looked as angelic as ever—face scrunched up in pleasure, her breasts covered in your marks, and the lust and love in her eyes. the look in her eyes made you feel safe and secure.

pulling the vibrator out, you began getting into a scissoring position, grinding against her puffy clit slowly. she let out light whimpers and moans. you kept the vibrator against both your clits.

crying out, you both came simultaneously. catching your breaths and leaning your foreheads against each other, you felt her breath fan against your face. he breath smelled great, you almost got lost in the smell.

“hey so..” you leaned beside her again. “you don’t have to be mine for tonight, you can be mine as long as you’d like,” you admitted bashfully. “really?” she inquired, raising a brow. “mhm,” you hummed and nodded in response.

“i don’t mind that,” she finally said, smiling at you brightly. “i don’t either,” you replied, kissing her again before cuddling and finally falling asleep in her arms.

𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐔

“so you’re now jing yuan’s assistant? you were an esteemed fighter, y/n. how come you took up the job as an assistant?” jingliu asked. you sighed. it wasn’t like you wanted to be an assistant. the pay was good and it meant you could still be close to your best friend, jing yuan.

years ago, it was you, jing yuan, baiheng, dan feng, yingxing, and jingliu. the group thought you and jing yuan would make a good couple but you both assured you two were just close friends. and it was true. he helped you during a time when you needed it. you didn’t feel necessarily indebted to him but you wanted to stick close to someone you care about deeply and platonically.

in reality, you liked jingliu. jing yuan would give you points on how to talk to her and tried to get the two of you together. it never came to pass though.

but now, jingliu has returned and she invited you to stay the night with her. wanting to catch up with someone you liked much more than a friend, you accepted.

now, you sat in jingliu’s hotel, sipping your tea and conversing and catching up with her.

“and imbibitor lunae? how has he been?” she asked, sipping her tea. “dan heng’s been okay, i hope, haven’t really talked to him since everything happened.” she nodded, not wanting to press the subject further since she could tell you didn’t have too much information on the matter. jing yuan told you snippets of it, but not enough to relay the full story to jingliu.

“let’s dance,” she suddenly said, standing up. she went over to the record player and played a slow song. you stood up and approached her, taking her hands in yours. trying to make sure your hands didn’t shake, you clasped her hands and began swaying to the beat.

“it’s been so long since we’ve danced like this, y/n,” she said, spinning you around. turning back around, your chest made impact with hers. but she didn’t pull away. “yes, i’ve missed it,” you said, but all you could think about was kissing her.

“me too,” she droned on, continuing to sway to the beat. this time, you spun her around. making her way back to face you, she leaned her face very close to yours. your noses almost touched.

“jingliu,” you breathed, flustered by how close the woman you love was. “i want you to kiss me, my dear y/n,” she pleaded, breathing out. “k—kiss you?” you stammered, cheeks burning.

“if you’d like.” slowly, you leaned in and pressed your lips against hers. her lips were soft but moist, not dry. they were so addictive, you couldn’t get enough of her lips. you began wondering what other parts of jingliu would be addictive, causing arousal to pool in your panties.

she guided you to the bed which she took a seat on. you hesitantly straddled her lap and her hands immediately went to hold you in place, making sure you weren’t leaving under any circumstances.

you kept kissing her. you kissed her until both your lips were sore and you needed a breather. but, you both didn’t want to stop kissing, and you also wanted more.

beginning to strip out of her dress, you decided to do the same and undo your clothes as well, tossing them on the floor. now completely nude, you had a better advantage of intertwining each others bodies within each other, the chance to be as close as possible pretty much.

jingliu allowed you to lay back against the pillows, spreading your legs. the slightest of touches made your cheeks heat up and your stomach feel all fuzzy. her fingers merely skimmed across your thigh and you shivered underneath her.

“are you alright, darling?” she asked, taking in even the slightest movements from you. “ ‘m fine, you can keep going,” you reassured, nodding. she gave a single nod and got into a scissoring position.

grinding her pussy against yours, her breasts bounced as she moaned out in ecstasy. “i’m so happy i get to be doing this with you. you’re the only one i’ve wanted to be intimate with, y/n.” your eyes widened at her confession. jingliu was saving herself…for you? it seemed near impossible that the woman you were in love with loved you back.

“me—me too! wanna be with you forever and ever,” you admitted, moaning out in bliss. “ah! ah! that’s perfect, darling. i’m yours and you are mine,” she moaned out, cupping your breasts. your hand reached down to rub her clit, earning a mewl come from her pretty lips.

“yours forever!” she moaned loudly as she came, leaning her head back. she gripped onto your breasts to stabilize herself, rolling her thumb over your nipple. “c’mere,” you cooed, holding your arms out.

she obliged and laid in your arms, feeling euphoric bliss.

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bangtangalicious · 2 years

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bts smut recs | needy!jungkook

there is something about when our lovely jeon jungkook is portrayed to be a hormone crazy, super needy, greedy, whiny character that is so fucking hot. tmw readers. i know you’ll love these. the hyper-horniness and blatant hunger for sex is so sexy. these are all jungkook x reader 18+ SMUT recs based on this theme. more to be added as i find them!!!

🔺 = yandere/taboo themes *ALL ARE SMUT

MILF (series) by @koosbabygrl | 🔺 ive read this so many times. like. SO MANY TIMES. this is PEAK needy!koo energy. its so fucking hot i cant even put it into words. theres this mommy kink moment and i CANT get over it holy shittttttttt. also the sequels are GREAT, in part 2 when he has her riding his cock while she does her makeup oh my fucking godDDDDDDD. amazing.

this specific needy!koo drabble by @voidswan | 🔺 i know its not a full fic but its literally so hot i cry. bunny!koo just wants to fuck so bad poor thing I DONT KNOW WHY IM JUST OBSESSED OK the stuttering gets me every fucking time. screams.

clean up by @lonelyhobi & @scribblemetae | he’s drunk and he feels so guilty abt it but he cant help himself!! god its FEVERISHLY good. he’s all whiny and crying and he needs u so bad and the way its described is so fucking hot. the dirty talk is inSANE. dry humping. fuck. amazing amazing.

thunderstorms are scary by @lonelyhobi & @scribblemetae | same couple, but this innocent needy kook is just scared and comes to sleep w noona and then ends up groping you and poor kookie just cat stop bc you feel so good. he ruts into ur ass and whines and ugh. brilliantttttt. honestly recommend this whole masterlist of step-bro fics from them its amazing. theres also a fun loss-of-innocent taehyung one :))))

training wheels by @fithehunnybee | theres a twinge of like sneaky manipulation in this one which i love. y/n kinda a bitch but she drives poor lil koo up the mf WALL. we have some cumming in pants action which i know you all LOVE hehehehe. also i love that it builds the tension so well with koo getting so desperate and y/n teasing..poor lil bunny

the dark prince (series) by @jkeuphoriadreamland | 🔺 LISTEN. first of all, read all their works bc, chefs kiss, but focusing on the needy koo in this, he DEVELOPS mmkay, he starts off all innocent but once he has a taste oh boy does he know what he wants (its you, btw *wink). poor boy cant see at first but he cant fucking help himself your touch drives him insane. how can you resist? the slow burn. the build up. the teasing. IMMACULATE.

thank you, baby (series) by @scribblemetae | 🔺 im gonna clickbait you ALL into reading this. its twisted in the best way. a few personal highlights for me are when y/n is wearing the VR goggles and jungkook is like yeah imma just slide my cock in real quick lmfaooo its really hot though. the sort of unraveling of the reader adds to the desperation and neediness of both of their sexual actions. its fanfuckingtastic. each part has a good dose of things we all crave: begging, whining goodness

born sinner (series) by @1kook | OUR GOOD LIL CATHOLIC BOY IS UP TO NO GOOD and its got so much of his POV and the GUILT is so well portrayed and makes the whole thing seem more taboo/intense and its just fantastic mmm.

forbidden by @googikoo | 🔺 again, i read this more times than i can admit. its not so much loss of innocence and more like straight up NEEDY but essentially sneaky devious lil koo is dating your daughter but, obvi, he wants you ;)

teeth by @sweetbunnykook | ITS LIGHT SMUT BUT ITS JUST REALLY HOT LIKE I CANT EXPLAIN IT JUST READ IT ITS HOT

and not to be entirely self-serving but in case you want more..i too have dabbled in this genre ;)

touch me wherever

tickle me there

touch yourself here

wanna touch you

soaked n’ slippery

ALWAYS LOOKING FOR MORE!! if you know of any other fics that fit this niche please feel free to lmk!! im always looking for new reads :) this one is for my TMW readers. i know what you like hehehehe ;)

#bts smut #bts smut recs #jungkook recs #needy!jungkook #jungkook fic recs #bangtangalicious recs #yandere bts recs #jungkook smut recs #bts smut rec #jungkook smut #bts jungkook #bts yandere #yandere jungkook #bts fics #jeon jungkook smut

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bussyslayer333 · 2 years

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Heart Out

summary: your boyfriend proves his love for you on the beach, so you prove yours in the hard deck bathroom.

pairing: jake seresin x penny’s niece!reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: smut at the end once again,, but it’s jakes turn this time :0, some swearing, and mentions of dilfs/daddy issues LOL,, MDNI 18+

ps this is my lil continuation of jake x penny’s niece!reader bc i love them <3

((it can be read separately ofc !!))

requests are open as always !!!

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Today had been dreadfully boring. Your aunt Penny was out all day at the Hard Deck working on accounts and you couldn’t even pester your little cousin Amelia because she had also been out all day with friends. You’d thought about visiting Jake at work but you weren’t sure whether you were at that stage of your relationship yet. So instead, the best option seemed to be lounging around in your underwear watching Desperate Housewives reruns in the living room. As you flopped over onto your front trying to escape the San Diego heat that you still weren’t accustomed to, a notification popped up onto your phone.

cowboy ❤️

come join me at the beach?

photo

You opened the message to a selfie from Jake in what appeared to be the Hard Deck bathrooms. He was stood shirtless flexing his arms into the mirror doing a little pouty face staring down the camera. You giggled at his stupidly handsome face that somehow manages to look good no matter what he was doing.

You

are you not at work? ❤️

cowboy ❤️

annual dogfight football baby

With that message accompanied a picture Jake had taken over his shoulder of Rooster and Mav shirtless and covered in sand. Suddenly it clicked why your aunt had travelled to the bar to complete tasks which definitely could have been finished at home. Deciding to wind Jake up you replied to the second picture he sent, ignoring his first selfie

You

how does mav still look so good? talk about dilf 🤤

Giggling as you sent the message you put your phone down and decided to finally peel yourself away from the couch to start getting ready for the beach.

Flipping through the variety of swimsuits you had bought with you, you wondered which one Jake would like best. Although Jake would like to call himself a man of taste, when it came to his girl his taste in her clothing was sparse to say the least. Settling on a blue two piece with strings that tied it all together, you moved to pick up Jake’s button up that you had kept since one fateful night in his truck. It was light blue and quite fitted on him but it hung nicely on you and could work as a cover up if the sea breeze became too strong.

You span around to look at yourself in the floor length mirror in the corner of your room. Jake was going to love this. You plucked your sunglasses from the bedside table and placed them on your head so you could finally make your way back downstairs to your phone and tote bag.

Picking up you phone you smirked at Jake’s many replies.

cowboy ❤️

shut up

you’re not being serious right?

because i don’t know the ins and outs of your relationship with your father for that to be a funny text

that emoji makes it seem like a joke

i mean yeah ig he keeps it tight for a guy who gets senior discounts

You interrupted his next text by gracing him with a response.

you

shush jake obv im joking

….we will talk later tho

You then sent a photo of yourself in the mirror near the front door, chest pushed slightly out. You knew your audience.

cowboy ❤️

ur such a tease

you

see u soon flyboy <3

The drive down to the Hard Deck is brisk, not much traffic for a midweek afternoon in Miramar. As you pull into the Hard Deck’s parking lot you recognise a few of the pilots cars and you pull in next to Rooster’s bronco, scoffing at the fuzzy dice hanging from his rear view mirror. That boy was seriously stuck in the 70s.

Moving out of your car, you walk down to where you can see your aunt ‘working’ on one of the benches outside of the Hard Deck that faces the beach front. She slowly averts her gaze from Mav and smiles up at you,

“Hi darling, I wasn’t expecting to see you here?” You giggle as her attention slips from you again when Mav throws the ball particularly well over to Payback.

“Yeah, Jake text me asking if I wanted to join.” She giggles at your dreamy smile and pulls you down onto the bench next to her. Once you’re sat and your belongings have been placed down next to Penny’s you scour the group of pilots to find your boyfriend.

However, as you rake over the group you come to the realisation that he isn’t stood with them. That put an odd feeling in your stomach, Jake was never ever one to miss out on a competition. As you were about to question you aunt, you saw Bob approach with an uneasy look on his face.

“Hey, are you looking for Jake?”

You nod, spurring him on.

“He’s a little further down the beach, with um.. those two girls,”

Your gut twinges again as you look to where Bob is facing, lo and behold Jake is stood pointing something out to two tall slim girls. You weren’t jealous per se, you had no real reason to be. He wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary, as annoying as it was, girls always seemed to flock to Jake. You weren’t jealous because Jake was the one to express his interest in you first, he knew what he wanted and it was you. Still your gut twinged. You looked to Bob, then stood up abruptly.

“Pen, do you mind looking after my stuff?” You turned to ask your aunt and she hummed absentmindedly, still entranced by her boyfriend. You took the hum as a yes and kicked your slides off ready to go find your boyfriend.

Bob took this as a sign to take off back to the group still playing football and watched your figure retreat to where Jake was standing with the two girls, smiling as they laughed at something he had said.

One of the girls smacked Jake’s chest lightly as she laughed far too hard for what Jake had said. This was when you began to feel slightly angry, you knew that type of laugh. You’d used it before. On Jake nonetheless. No man was ever that funny, especially Jake.

As you came into Jake’s view, his smile widened which made you falter slightly, in what was quite a stompy walk. Reminded of the fact that you were wearing his shirt and his favourite bikini you tried to style out your march into more of a cool girl saunter.

Jake lifted his sunglasses once you were stood in front of him and sucked in a breath as he took in your attire. He lifted his hand from his side and started to play with the hem of his shirt which hung from your frame.

“Wow..”

“Hey baby,” you smiled at him then turned to the two girls who appeared slightly confused by what was occurring in front of them.

“And you guys are…” okay maybe you were slightly snappy, but did these girls still have to hang around when they now clearly knew Jake was taken.

The brunette one of the two spoke up, “Jake, are you not gonna introduce us?”

Jake looked up and scoffed slightly at the girls audacity, he shared a look with you that had you holding in a giggle.

“…right, Brianna, Stace, this is my beautiful girlfriend.” At his statement you smiled up at him, bashful at his compliment and at the thought that you had previously had in which he completely ignored you in favour of his two new friends.

“Hi..” you smiled at the girls with more pep in your step.

The red head (Brianna?) then spoke up, “Oh.. this is your girlfriend?” With distaste on her tongue which made Jake seethe.

“What I just said.” He spoke shortly back to her.

Her friend clearly sensed the tension bubbling and tried to smoothen out the situation, “I think she just means we weren’t expecting to meet her,” she smiled apologetically at you.

You smiled back appreciatively and spoke up, “Well we should really be getting going, I have a game of football i need to see my boyfriend win, it was nice meeting you girls!”

Jake had already began to move away, dragging you along with him as you waved at the two girls when Brianna (?) spoke again,

“Wait Jake! Didn’t you want my number?”

You both turned back to see her friend look confusedly at her and Jake scoffed once again,

“Yeah, no thanks pal.”

You struggled to hold your giggle in again at Jake’s passive aggressive word choice and continued your walk back towards the rest of the pilots who were now taking a break from their game.

“God can you believe them?” Jake asked you exasperatedly, “you look so unbelievably hot right now by the way doll, is that my shirt?”

“They weren’t tooooo bad..” you giggled and nodded at Jake. He continued on,

“I mean they dragged me from the group asking where the closest place was to get food that wasn’t made behind a bar but then when I tried to point places out they just kept going on and on and on and on and-”

“Jake shut up would you?” You said as you finally reached the group sat outside the Hard Deck.

“Hey!” He said and smacked your ass lightly to emphasise his annoyance. You turned and stuck your tongue out at him as Rooster spoke up,

“Finally able to shake you two new best friends then ?”

Phoenix snorted and turned to you, “Babe you should have seen the way they were eyeing Jake up before they finally went in for the kill.” You giggled along next to her at her interesting choice of analysis for the two girls.

Jake had started his own conversation with Coyote and Bob when you finally turned back to look at him and finally realised you hadn’t got the chance to admire how handsome he looked right now. You suddenly couldn’t feel it in you to be angry at the girls and their failed attempts at flirting. The late afternoon sun was warm against your skin and made the remnants of sea water on Jake’s chest glimmer. His dark navy swim shorts hung dangerously low on his hips and his ray bans were sat just slightly too far down on his nose so he had to bring a hand up to push them back upwards, afterwards he raked said hand through his windswept hair and you embarrassingly felt you stomach flutter at the action.

You laced your fingers through his other hand which was still resting low on your hip and squeezed. He turned his head slightly indicating that you had his attention whilst he still managed to listen to Coyote’s ramblings. Standing on your tip toes you whispered into his ear,

“I’m going to go into the bathroom in the Hard Deck in a second and your going to follow in after me in about two minutes, okay?”

Jake looked down at you and smirked at your playful expression, he tipped his head up slightly in a showing of understanding and he dropped his hand from your hips to let you excuse yourself.

Jake watched your retreating form with his eyes trained on the sway of your hips and a smile plastered on his face. He pulled his phone from the pocked of his shorts and checked the time. 16:43. Two minutes and he could follow in after you.

Those last two minutes of Jake’s life seemed to be the longest he’d ever lived through.

He followed your previous path towards the bathroom at the back of the Hard Deck and knocked on the locked door. You open the door to a smiling Jake Seresin.

“Hi doll,” he smirks down at you. You pull him into the bathroom and lock the door behind him, wary of your surroundings.

He has one hand placed on the side of your face with the other groping your ass making you whine out at the contact. Jake leans down and kisses you slowly and sweetly, he goes to slip his tongue into your mouth but before he can you’re pulling away to shed yourself of his shirt and pull your hair up using the spare hair tie on your wrist.

Jake watches with his mouth hanging slightly open as you drop to your knees in front of him smiling sweetly.

“Not that I’m complaining sweetheart but what on earth did I do to deserve this ?”

Tugging at the drawstring holding his shorts up you stare up at him, “you defended my honour in front of those two wenches, oh valiant solider!”

Jake rolls his eyes at your dramatics, but he can see that you truly are grateful for his actions. The thing with you and Jake is that he always understands what you truly mean, even if you mask it behind layers of dry humour, built up for your protection.

You finally undo the knot holding Jake’s shorts so low on his waist (and make a mental note to tease him later on for his navy level drawstring knot) and look up to Jake for conformation.

“Please baby,” he almost whimpers down at you .

You smile at his whiny tone and pull his shorts down enough to release his cock and kitten lick against his leaking tip, making him shudder slightly in pleasure. You grasp him with you right hand and start slowly stroking, watching carefully at what movements make Jake react the most.

He begins to fiddle with the tie at the back of your neck which holds your bikini top together to try and distract him from letting out a groan too loud which could alert anyone outside of your whereabouts.

You lean down again and spit onto his tip, using you tongue to spread the wetness of your saliva and his precum along the length of his cock.

After spending your first night with Jake you realised he had enough of a reason to be so cocky. He was big. (not that you felt the need to tell him and boost his ego even further).

Sinking your mouth down onto him you breathed carefully through your nose and let him hit the back of your throat. Jake released a throaty groan in response to the action and moved his hand into your hair to pull at it lightly causing you to moan onto his shaft. The vibrations make Jake whine even louder into his fist. Spurred on by his noises you continue to move up and down on him sloppily, clenching your thighs at the sounds being pulled from his throat.

The final straw for Jake was when you looked up at him through you long wet lashes as you pulled off of him, with a long string of spit connecting your lips to the tip of his cock.

“Fuck baby, I’m so close.” Jake whimpered.

You take him back into you mouth and trace the vein on the underside of his cock with your tongue. You sloppily continue to suck as Jake’s whines reach a crescendo and he spills into your mouth with a deep grunt. His grip on your hair loosens and you pull your mouth away, careful to keep his cum inside of your mouth. Some slips out the sides of your lips as you swallow and you allow it to drip down in between the valley of your breasts for Jake to admire.

“You are too fucking good to me doll,” Jake speaks breathlessly, helping you up onto unsteady feet.

You giggle up at him, “You can repay the favour later cowboy don’t worry.”

He smirks down at you and rights his shorts swiftly. As he looks back up he uses his fingers to collect his seed that collected in between you breasts and pushes them into your mouth for you to suck clean. Once you finish he pulls you into a searing kiss and licks his tongue around your mouth, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue.

You pull away, slightly light headed and turn to the mirror to right yourself. Jake stands behind you in the mirror and pulls his button down onto you, smiling at your reflection. You turn around and peck him quickly and reach for the door to let yourselves out.

Walking into the main area of the Hard Deck with Jake behind you, you notice your aunt looking at you with her signature smirk on her face and you blush under her gaze. She wonders when you and Jake will finally stop defiling her property.

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a/n: i love these two, jake is much less suckier than he is in my first fic bc i think he is actually so boyfriend !!!!

hopefully you all enjoy this!!! and thank you so much for all the notes on my other two pieces !! i promise i will get to any requests as soon as :)

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yoonzinuhh · 7 months

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run to you

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : seungcheol x reader,mingyu x reader (not a poly)

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲 : office au. boss x worker,co workers,fluff,smut,lil drama.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : contains smut (minors dni)

𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 : this is purely fiction. i have no intentions in sexualising any artist,these just for entertainment purposes. let me know if you want to be added in the tag list (for the series/permanent tag)

series list , episode 1 , episode 2 , episode 3

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episode 4

things with seungcheol was pretty much simple. you stay late for work and end up fucking or you want to fuck so make excuses with work. which leads to him dropping you home almost everyday either you have sex or not. and with mingyu being busy on business trip it was easier. but you’d be lying if you say you don’t miss him. he’s your closest friend after all.

just like any other day you end up with a hot makeout session with cheol infront of your house in his car,probably ending with him eating you out and praising about how good you taste. and whats little unlikely was-

“do you want to come over” you say breathlessly which has now lead to him thrusting you from behind,his fat cock hitting your spot with every bang,one hand gripping you by your shoulder and the other on your waist as he forced you to look at the mirror.

“seungcheol r-right there yes YES YES t-there” you moan out and he just goes faster. pulling you closer,his breath hitting the back of your neck he pounds faster.

“y/n im close” he gives out a warning and slowly snaking the hand that was against your waist little lower and circling your clit. you feel your knees going weak,your rest yourself onto his chest,gripping his arm little too hard. you both reach you high,moaning each other’s name,running out of breath.

he slowly brings you down as he rests his back onto the bed’s leg making you sit between his legs,stroking and kissing your hair gently. once he sees you relax he kneads the sides of your thighs.

“can you give me one more darling? if you’re good?” you were tired from all the stand fucking but you know he’s going to make you feel so good. so good that you keep asking for more. every single time. so you just nod.

“good..i’m going to make you feel so good.” gripping your jaw and making you look at your reflection. “eyes on mirror pretty..hm?”

your reflection..well,you look pathetic. your eyes are teary from pleasure,nipples hard,drool around your face dripping through your jaw,his and your cum oozing out of your hole. you look pathetic. but to him that was the prettiest view ever. he made you feel so good. he’s proud.

opening your legs wide he slipped his fingers onto your core covered with hot slickness. massaging your lips he slowly drew his fingers through your folds. breath hitching you clench around nothing closing your eyes tight at the sensation. removing contact you whimper.

“i said eyes on mirror”

and you obey. his other hand makes its way to your boobs kneading the flesh making you feel more,and more. you feel another orgasm approaching due to his phase. bucking and squirming against his back trying to close,he gripped your legs more harder holding them apart.

waves crashing,white fuzz all over your head,your toes curling you feel it burst and he doesn’t stop.

“c-cheol oh my god c-cheol s-stop CHEOL” and before you could even process you feel your liquids splash out and your thighs trembling as you shake hard against his chest,your body raising up in the air. you see a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and see seungcheol’s eyes widen a bit soon turns into a smile.

feeling you drive out you hide your face onto his neck crook closing your eyes.

“that was so embarrassing i’m s-“

“y/n oh my god..that was so..so hot..we should do this more often” he winks giving your forehead a peck. after you were steady enough he took you up to the washroom for a small bath.

making sure you were all relaxed and cleaned he packed his things down.

“i guess i’ll leave then..”

and thats how it ends,the next day in office where you pretend nothing happened. like every other day.

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“he’s going to die in my hands” you mumble to yourself looking at your phone.

15 messages,4 missed calls,you were standing infront of sick mingyu’s house.

sighing you almost walk away when he opens the door at your last ring.

“y/n?” he said with a yawn. you were mad but he looked little too cute with that yawn and little too sick to be flicked on his head.

entering his house like it’s your own you put down the food and medicines you bought for him. turning back at him who looked like a confused puppy you raise your brows.

“do you have no habit of even looking through you phone ? or atleast inform someone how you’re doing when that someone calls you every hour to check on you ?” you basically rap while having your hands on his forehead to check his body temperature.

“worse. you still have fever” you sigh while glancing at his side table filled with all kinds of packed food,ramen and cans of soda.

“you’re fucking kidding. mingyu what’s wrong with you why do you- YOU ARE PUSHING 30” you storm in clearing his table while he’s just..standing.

“y/n..my mouth can’t taste anything..and..i made a mess in kitchen so my food is just..i just want to taste something okay” here. he makes that creasy face. somewhere between crying and annoyance. but god mingyu feels so grateful to have you as a friend. but he hates that too,that you’re just his friend.

“and that’s why i made you food and called you fifty thousand times but you just wouldn’t pick up” you say moving to his kitchen to throw the wastes.

“YOU’RE CRAZY DON’T EVEN GET INTO THIS KITCHEN AGAIN” you shout from inside and peak out to see him giggle while opening the food you made.

“okay mom”

“mingyu wait..have these first” you rush in to search through the bag to find his pills.

looking up you find him staring. he stares and stares. “y/n relax” he says as he walks onto you staring at you intensely. and for some reason you felt nervous. the way he looked at you,walked at you. something feels wrong.

you back off as he walks closer until you hit the table. he breaks the eye contact by glancing at your lips twice and going back to catch your eyes.

he wants to kiss you. he always wanted to. ever since you started bringing him food just so he doesn’t get sick. ever since you let him cry because of his family on your shoulder or ever since you held his hand tight during the roller coaster ride.

to be honest he felt bad. maybe he is mistaking your care for him. but he needs to do something before it’s too late.

“are you and mr.choi a thing..by any chance?”

a single no nod from you. thats all he wanted.

he gently places his lips onto yours,kissing you softly while his hands find the back of your head. he kissed you. mingyu kissed you. but you don’t.

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blackkiwi · 2 years

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thoughts on nanamin with his pretty wife that’s starting to lactate? ^3^

𐐪𐑂 ♡ an: listen LISTEN SFHDGLG i just finished all my work and now i see this so honestly im kinda barking as i write. i need this man to manhandle me

warning +18 ahead

paring: Nanami Kento x Black fem reader ♡

𐐪𐑂 ♡ cw: smut, mdni, unprotected sex, breeding, boobies ehe, lactation, Pervert Kento!, oral segs,, slight clit play ig

We all know how much of a gentleman Kento is.., so calm and collective but let's be real it's always the quietest people who'd be the most filthiest mfs on planet earth. He does his best to keep his composer and not shamefully look at your puffy nips but he fails very hard,, pls let him have a taste.

He got whiplash the first time you began to lactate,, watching his cute wife moan at the feeling of their blouse become soaked, and like the perv he is. he watched slowly at the milky droplets seeping from you shirt,, he just had to feel em,, approaching behind you pressing his hard body against your back,, he softly begins to fondle your breast, pressing and rolling his thumb against your clothed nipples, ,you knew you felt sensitive but this is a whole new feeling!! You almost came from him touching your fat tits alone,, he was beyond flustered but he didn't care. hearing your sweet mewls made all the blood shoot up straight to his dick anyway,,, he wanted nothing more then to play with your pretty tits, they feel so heavy against his hands ♡♡ ,,

Enjoys titfucking you even more now,, Loves watching your dumb face slobber all over his cock lapping up his pre cum,, pulling on your nips so he can watch you leak even more! and pressing your tits together,, the slick mixture of cum and milk together he swore it was like fucking a fleshlight again.,,

He would purposely buy lactation teas and make you drink them without showing you the box because he just loves your taste too much,, he can't let it go to waste!! Forget using a breast pump too. his strong calloused hands are right there,, ready to milk you right,, ♡

Sucking your breast is now a new addition in his work routine. Your nipples are just so wonderful,, makes direct eye contact with you the whole time,, makes sure your watching the roll of his tongue play with you nips till they get nice and puffy just the way he likes it ♡ Can easily make you cum from that alone. You have such a strong smell now it’s so sweet and intoxicating,♡, He just loves milking you!! but of course he can't leave you empty! At the crack of dawn when he wakes ups he pulls the covers off you both and lifts up your silk night gown above your hips and digs in to breakfast,, kissing your clit as goodmorning, before eating you out real good,, massaging your hips in circular motions urging you to squirt on his tongue,,your mind shooting blanks from cumming already, he just likes you a bit dumb in the morning,, so he makes sure to stuff you full of cum,, has you bouncing on his cock a lil too hard your bonnet sometimes falls off but don't worry he rewraps it on you once he's done shooting his hot seed inside you womb! Giving you a sloppy kiss and tummy rub before letting your pretty self fall back asleep ♡♡ ,,

Time for Kento to get ready for work!!,,

#🍄kiwi thirst🍄#nanami smut #black reader #fem!reader #cw lactation #nanami x reader #whew #lord have mercy..#nanami kento smut #jjk smut

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bbyquokka · 2 years

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♡⤹ぃﾟcock warming with ot8 | m.list ⊹₊ 🍬

➥ pairings: ot8 x fem!reader

➥ genre: smut | mini series

➥ synopsis: mini series of scenarios regarding skz and cock warming

➥ warnings: 18+ content, MDNI | warnings will be put into place at the beginning of each fic [like i always do]

➥ words: 21K

➥ a/n: i hit over 500 followers, which is crazy to me as ive only been writing for 2, coming up to 3 months, so as a thank you, i decided to do a mini series. i wanted to do cock warming for a while, i just didn't know which member to do it for so i decided to do it for all. im a lil nervous about it but i hope you all enjoy! thank you all for the continued love and support! 🖤🥰

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stress relief — chan is feeling stressed at work, so you pay him a visit to help him 'relax' — words: 2.7k

⤺ MINHO ᔾᔾ

punishment — minho had a very important meeting to attend to. Under strict instructions, you was told to behave – but did you really listen to him? — words: 2.5k

⤺ CHANGBIN ᔾᔾ

we're just friends – changbin confesses something to you - so, you want a taste of him – words: 3.8k

⤺ HYUNJIN ᔾᔾ

tender loving care – still a little bit tender from the night before, Hyunjin is worried about hurting you – so you offer an alternative – words: 2.5k

⤺ JISUNG ᔾᔾ

fright night – you and jisung planned a halloween sleepover with the members. during the movie, things get a little too heated – words: 2.7k

⤺ FELIX ᔾᔾ

good boy – Felix comes home from having a rough day needing you – words: 2.7k

⤺ SEUNGMIN ᔾᔾ

stimulation is key – you and Seungmin are studying together, however, you're struggling to retain any of the information so Seungmin suggests a little bit of 'stimulation' – words: 2.3k

⤺ JEONGIN ᔾᔾ

first time – you and Jeongin try cock warming for the first time – words: 2.2k

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grippingbeskar · 2 years

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salt, ice and fire | frank castle

chapter fifteen - domestic affairs

[series masterlist] [previous chapter]

word count: 7.9k

warnings: explicit content minors dni (mxf intercourse) swearing, mentions of death, torture, all the canon typical violence bc how else do i explain it. shit is fucked

a/n: i had a mind blank writing the smut which is surprising considering im a whore??? like you would think i know that. that’s why this took so long. but wow guys pls forgive me for how long this one is, i make it better bc i didn’t want to blue ball u any longer. or myself. or reader. or frank tbh. i really enjoyed writing this chapter tho!! there’s so many lil tie ins with reader and franks thoughts and i just brrrrr.

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“I thought I’d heard her name before.” You stare up at the building, giant blue letters screaming ‘New York Bulletin’ above the entrance. “She was the one who wrote that article I read. About the Punisher.”

You remember reading that article, and how it made you feel sick and guilty and all the things you never knew you could feel about Frank Castle. It was also convincing as hell, which is exactly what you were going to need if you were going to successfully pin the murder of the Colonel on the Gnucci’s.

“Like I said, its a long story. Just - let me do the talking, okay?” You roll your eyes and put your sunglasses back on, trying to hide the black eye forming on your face from two nights ago. Waking up in the back of the car, Frank’s arms hugging you tight to him, you were silently hoping to get the chance to pay him back for your last night at the garage.

It was tiny and impractical, the back seat already squished, but you would make it work for a chance to taste him like he did to you. By the time you had completely come to your senses, though, he was already driving, leaving you in the backseat with a kiss on the forehead. And now you were here, attempting to control yourself as you walked into the building of his not ex-girlfriend.

You could hardly think of anything else since then. The way he held you down, hands touching parts of you that shouldn’t have felt so good but just did because it was him. The memory of the sounds he made, buried between your thighs, how he told you how good you were, how long he would spend doing just that…

The ding of the elevator broke your thoughts, and Frank’s arm brushed against you as you both stepped inside. He had his hood pulled over his head, knowing he would be recognised here if anyone looked at him for more then three seconds.

Alone in the lift, you stepped closer to him instinctively, and his arm wrapped around your back. The touch awakens you, reminds you of the power he has in those hands, and how he used that to make you feel more alive than you ever had before. He must feel you stiffen up, or jolt or something, because he uses his other hand to make you look up at him, head tilting when his finger hooks under your chin.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit.” You roll your eyes. “You don’t have to come up. If that’s what your worried about.”

“I want to come.” The whirring sound of the elevator echoes around you, and Frank drops his arms away as two people enter the small space. Backing him into the corner, you turn around, using your body to cover him as much as possible. If there’s one thing you knew, it was how to hide your face. “Do you not want me to come?”

“When did I say that?” His eyes go over your shoulder, looking at the two people now cramping you both together.

“Why do you answer every one of my questions with a question? It’s annoying.”

“So do you.” The door opens, and Franks voice stays that low, gravelly tone that has your mind drifting to places it really shouldn’t be right now. The people behind you leave, and you don’t step back even though you know you have room. You see his hand move in your peripheral vision, and then feel it on your waist, pulling you closer.

“If you want to do this on your own, work out your shit with her, I get it.” The last thing you want is to shove yourself somewhere you aren’t wanted. “Promise I won’t go all Hannibal Lecter on you.”

“I don’t wanna do anything without you.” Every time Frank says something like that, something soft and sweet, he looks down, or hides his face so he can’t see your reaction. Almost like he’s scared of watching the confession hit and crumble off you, like he’s shot an arrow in the wrong direction and he’s just waiting for it to miss its mark.

It never does.

The ding of the elevator arriving at the floor makes Frank release you, and he brings his hands to your shoulders and spins you around, directing you out the door to the right before you can say anything else.

“Keep me covered. Her office is around the corner.” He talks like nothings happened, and all the people rushing around slowly makes your brain swim back to normal thoughts. Right. Karen Page. The not-ex. The body you just left in the woods. Normal thoughts.

He tugs you over again, keeping you to the side, and a man delivering mail smiles kindly at you before squeezing past with his bag. The gesture would of made you stop if Frank wasn’t driving your body behind you.

“Up here. Lock the door behind you. Let me talk first.” You nod slightly and stop in front of a door, the name on it right in front of your eye level. Quickly, you open the door and shove Frank in first, then slip in behind and lock it.

The woman is on the phone, and Frank says nothing as he stands in the middle of the room, pulling his hood down. If she heard you enter, she hadn’t said anything, still talking into the phone like no one was listening.

“No, I don’t want to wait for him to get released! The media will be all over it by then, and I need his statement to be unbi- Jesus Christ!” She drops the phone when she turns around, hand reaching for her bag. Frank starts to raise his hands, you still standing at the door, but before she recognises him she’s already aiming the small gun at his head, eyes wide with confusion.

“Hey! Hey. It’s just me.” You were wrong. She does recognise him before she draws the gun, but holds it there anyways. He still has his hands raised, and you resist the urge to step in between him and the woman, who you can now get a good look at.

She was gorgeous, that’s the first thing you notice. That easy kind of pretty, blonde hair going well past her shoulders, clothes clean and fitted, blue eyes hard and trained on the man in front of her. Her finger isn’t on the trigger, but she holds it there anyways.

“What the hell are you doing!?” She yells, keeping her spot behind the desk. Keeping distance between her and you. Smart, too, then, although you already knew that from reading the article.

“I - we need your help. I would of called but…”

“You didn’t think I would answer .” She finishes, and he nods.

“Yeah.” She starts to drop the gun, and then her eyes flick to you, and she just moves the aim. “She’s with me.”

Frank steps between you and Karen.

“What do- You scared the shit out of me, Frank. Where have you been?” At his words, and seeing the look on his face, she drops the gun with a sigh.

“It’s a long story. It’s why we’re here.” Frank steps back to the side, and it feels like your feet are cemented to the floor.

“We?” Karen says, looking at you.

“Yeah.” At first you think she might be analysing you, but then you remember who she is, and what she does, and her face softens when she sees your arms.

“Well, at least your making friends.” She sighs again and runs her hands through her hair, clearly frustrated. A trait shared among Franks few friends. “You said you were done with this. Where have you been, Frank?”

“All over. I had business out of town.” Her jaw tightens at the mention of it, and you make a mental note not to push the whole Punisher article with her. Not right now, at least, although you did have a lot of questions, ones that you didn’t think you could look Frank in the eyes and ask. “I’d been tracking the Gnucci’s-“

“The crime family?” She sinks into her chair, shaking her head as he nods.

“I’ve been on ‘em for months. Madani called once we crossed over, and I’ve been cutting them down ever since. This is…” He turns to you and says your name, and finally your legs work because your walking over to stand next to him, eyes trained on the floor. “She’s… tied up in all of this. The Gnuccis, New America. All of it is connected.”

“What about the murders?” Ever the reporter, she nearly squints as she runs her eyes over the two of you, who probably look like a mess. “You have anything to do with that? Dozens of mob guys and low life’s dropping dead in the past three months? I had to put my job on the line for them not to print an article titled ‘The Return of The Punisher.’ Those people lost their heads, Frank. What were you think-“

“It wasn’t him.” You look up, catching the slightly guilty look on Franks face at Karen’s accusations. “It was me.”

Her grip tightens on the hilt of the gun still in her hand.

“You’re the assassin? The one who’s been ripping peoples heads off all over New York?”

“One and only.” If she was scared, to her credit she didn’t show it a lot, just in the slight shake of her hand with how hard she was holding the gun. “It’s complicated. The Gnucci family targeted my fathers research, needed it to built human weapons. They killed him for it, and used it on me.”

The air leaves your lungs when you say it, but you know it was needed. She looks at the two of you then, two broken people who have a little too much in common to be falling together on accident. Two people, created by those in power, used only for another’s agenda, who had finally had enough and broke free. Two people who had lost everything, and somehow found each other.

“They used me. Since I was fourteen, after they perfected my fathers work, I’ve been killing for them. Three years ago they locked me in a cell underground and let me rot. Three months ago, The Colonel broke me out.”

“The leader of New America. Why would he risk his life to get you out?”

“He didn’t risk anything. They are working together. It was part of some elaborate plot to get me to trust Bobby again. He’s planning some take over now his father is dead, and he needs me on his side. He has my brother.” You feel selfish. So, so selfish because you don’t think you have thought of your brother in the last day. It used to be all you obsessed over. Now, your brain was jammed with other things, even if you tried to keep them out. Frank spoke next.

“They are coming after her. And me. The Gnuccis are a force of their own, but New America is travelling on thin ice.” He steps forward, satisfied she isn’t going to shoot him now. “We need your help.”

Her eyes were still on you, clearly processing all the information you’d thrown at her. She doesn’t look rattled, really, just annoyed, or maybe disappointed. She looks at Frank again, and your sure you were right. She’s disappointed.

“I thought that was it for you, Frank.” She sighed, putting the gun back in her bag. “After Billy - I can’t believe Dinah called you back in.”

“She didn’t call me back in. I was already there. These guys are using kids, Karen. She was fourteen, and look what they did to her. What they’re doing to her brother. You think I can just let that shit go?” You look down, unsure of where you fit into this conversation now you’ve been used as an argument.

“You haven’t changed a bit, have you?” She stands from the chair, and looks to you before moving around the table.

“Is that a yes?” He starts to relax a little, taking a step back so he’s right next to you instead of in front.

“You know me. Soft spot for on the run, wanted criminals. What is it you need, exactly?” She looks at you now, and it takes you a moment before you realise she’s actually talking to you.

“Well, we…um— when we found out where New America where hiding out, we broke into their hold. They were keeping people down there-“

“Your brother?” She asks softly, and there’s a look in her eye that makes you feel like she knows how you’re feeling.

“I thought, maybe. But he wasn’t there. Still, there was people we needed to get out, and we found the Colonel.” She nods, looking to Frank as he takes over.

“We should of killed him there.” The comment was unnecessary, and it makes Karen grip the table a little tighter. Not afraid, more pissed off.

“But we didn’t. We took him with us, because I thought he might have more information. We knew he was working with the Gnuccis, and I didn’t really have any other ideas, so we…” As much as you want to trust this woman, you’ve already admitted to being the infamous assassin, so maybe telling her you tortured and executed a man less than twenty four hours ago and left his body in the woods wasn’t the best place to start. “We got what we could, but all he could tell us was his men are just as angry at the Gnuccis as we are.”

“After we killed him—“

“Hold on. The Colonel is dead?” Her eyes go wide and she starts writing something on the notepad on her desk. “Jesus. Okay, what else.”

“After we killed him, we realised that we could kill two birds with one stone. New America will come after us if they find out we killed their leader, but if they think Bobby executed him for losing her—“ He looks over to you and you nod. “Then they’ll go straight to the source. We figure two rival gangs going at each other’s throats will give us enough of a distraction to get her brother out, and they’ll kill each other in the process.”

“How does the FBI play into all this?” Clicking her pen, she keeps writing.

“Well, the agent Frank called - Dinah Madani - she told me she’d keep my brother safe, keep him from falling back into the wrong hands. She’s also not having me shot and killed on the spot, so I guess I owe her for that.”

“The FBI has a hit out on you?”

“I’ve killed hundreds of people all over the country. I want my brother safe, and I need to be alive to do that.” She nods, and you notice she doesn’t write that part down. Out of solidarity for you or for the agent risking her career, you don’t know. “We take down Bobby and get my brother out, she sends us any information she finds, takes the credit and makes it offical. My brother gets a life and home that he deserves when this is all over.”

Frank was staring right through you, body angled towards you. It was the same way he looked at you after your first conversation with Madani, when he yelled at you for exchanging your freedom for your brothers safety. You would sell a lot more to garuntee it, you just hoped he’d forgive you for it.

“Where does The Bulletin come in?” Karen asks, now looking between you and Frank as you have a weird silent showdown.

“We need to make the New America boys believe Bobby killed the Colonel. We figure you write and article, get the word out. Your paper gets first grab at his death, and we get half an army off our backs.” Frank manages to tear his eyes away at some point during the conversation, now looking at Karen’s notebook. “I know I owe you bout a million favours, but I-“

“I’ll help you. Of course I will.” Her eyes were still going between you and Frank as she slips behind the desk, sitting back down and scribbling a few notes. “I’m gonna need something, though. An angle I can pitch, a photo, anything I can form a story off.”

“We have a photo of the body.” Frank slides the phone over, and Karen’s face screws up a bit. Not so much as to hint she hasn’t seen anything like it before, though.

“That’ll do.” She starts writing something else, and then pulls open her laptop. “Would it be a bad time to ask how you’re doing?” Frank breathes out a light laugh, the way his shoulder brushes your arm as he does lighting a little fire under you.

“I’m doing good. Better.” He drops his head, looking at the floor. “You still seein’ that lawyer? Murdock or something?”

“I see him. Whether I’m seeing him or not… that’s a really good question. One I don’t have the answer to.” You try to hold back a laugh. Damn, could you relate. Franks head snaps up to look at you, and he squints, analysing your move. “Okay, I can work with this. I’ll run the story as soon as I’ve put it together.”

“How long does it take?”

“I can get it out for tomorrows front page. This whole gang war has been headlines for the past few weeks. Thanks to you, I guess.” Swallowing, you look out the window of her office, anything to not see that emotion of empathy across her face. It’s not one you deserve. “You sticking around this time?”

“If this all goes how I need it to.” Frank says. You had only spoken once about what happens after this is all over, but the conversation with Karen reminds you that there might not be much of a choice for you now. Madani might not kill you, but she wouldn’t let you walk free.

“If you need a place to crash…” She goes into a drawer and pulls out an old looking key. “It’s an apartment downtown. I rented it, but I’m staying at Matts place house-sitting until he’s back in town. There’s food, hot water, clothes you can wear.” The last part she aims at you, smiling almost sadly.

“We can’t stay.” Frank strains.

“I know, but no one’s using it. Just for the night, even, to clean yourselves up. You look like shit.” Both of you laugh, knowing it’s true. You feel like shit, too. “Take the key. You can stay there tonight, and when the article goes up you can decide what you want to do.”

“Karen-“

“Just take it.” She shoves her hand at him, and he obeys, taking the key from her open hand. You search for a spark in the room, a longing between them that you’re getting in between. Frank had an entire life before you. Sometimes it feels like he lived two before you ever walked through his door.

“Thank you.” You say, and she smiles at you a little, nodding.

“The story will be on the front page tomorrow. You know the office number. Call and ask for me, I’ll answer - if you need anything while your here.” Frank shakes his head.

“You’re still all heart, huh?” Frank steps back, sliding the key into his pocket.

“New York hasn’t frozen me out yet.” You follow suit, walking towards the door. “Wait.”

“Yeah?” Frank says, and you can feel his hand ghosting the small of your back. Whatever Karen was going to say doesn’t come out, and instead just looks at the two of you. How Frank angles himself between you and everyone in a room, no matter how much he trusts them. How you, someone who’s supposed to be a lethal killing machine, have to look at the floor when Frank smiles at you because you beam back too much and want to hide it. It’s like she’s looking right through you.

“Nothing. Just stay safe, okay?” He nods. “It’s good to see you. And meet you.” The last part she aims at you, smiling a little. “Let me know when this is all over. That your both safe.”

“You stay safe too, Karen. It’s gonna be hell out there real soon.” Frank says. With that, you flick the lock on the door and block Franks silhouette, heading towards the elevator.

Frank doesn’t say anything this time when you get in, just the sound of the elevator slowly taking you down the bottom of the building. No one gets in on any of the floors, and you really wish they would because at least it would break up the silence.

Karen was nice. Really nice. That wasn’t the problem. It was now, how he was acting all weird and frozen up after seeing her that had you second guessing yourself. He puts his hand on you back and nudges you out the doors as soon as they open, heading straight to the drivers side door of the car.

You didn’t know how long you had slept, but it was clearly most of the working day because a lot of people were leaving the building with you, making it easier to hide. The sun was setting a bright orange colour across the city, and you made sure to admire it for a second before getting in.

He pulls off the curb, and you don’t question why he already knows where her place is. Actually, you do, but not out loud. The last thing you want it to come off jealous, like you did the first time. Instead, you just let him drive, and lean forward to flick through the radio stations.

‘She’s Always a Woman’ by Billy Joel drifts through the cars old speakers, and you turn it up a little to drown out Franks glaring silence. His knuckles where nearly going white on the steering wheel. You tried to rack your brain for any other thing he could be thinking about other than the encounter you just had with Karen. Was it because she mentioned wanting to see Frank after all this? And you. She wanted to make sure you were safe.

The word didn’t mean a whole lot to you before, but something you’ve never felt with anyone was safe. Until Frank. The thought drifted into your mind, how you would keep that safety if Madani came true to her word and couldn’t perform a miracle to keep you out of prison. Or worse. How would you hold onto that safety, that person, when that was the future you had signed up for? Either way, if this was all you would get, you wouldn’t waste another second of it, no matter how much insecurity was scratching at your throat.

You cross your legs and stare out the window, hoping once you get to the apartment Frank will either tell you he’s having some mid life crisis or rip your clothes off and fuck you. Either way, at least you would know what he’s thinking.

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Frank grips the steering wheel so hard the old scars on his knuckles threaten to re-open. He turns the familiar route, one he drove consistently the past few years, and knows he’s only got about five more minutes before you reach the doorstep.

Seeing Karen stirred up a whole lot. It had been months, since he’d done shit like this, and seeing her disappointment, hearing the things she said about him, about you... he wondered what the hell you were still doing with him.

Frank knew you weren’t planning to stick around after, but he couldn’t help where his brain went when he pictured what happens next. You said you wanted peace- for your brother, for yourself. You never asked to be in any of this. Frank had put himself here, but you never had a choice. When Karen had said she thought he would be done with all this... it hit him a little harder than he thought, because he knew he never would be.

Was that something you could live with? The whole Madani situation he would get a cap on, he was already figuring some shit out for you, but if you were given the choice, one of the only ones you’d ever had, would you choose a life like this? A life with someone like him? would you choose him? Nothing about this would be peaceful, he doesn’t know if a day would ever come that he would just be able to forget about all the horrible shit happening on his front doorstep, in his backyard, and not do anything about it. It wasn’t the way he was built and it was the reason that people like Karen were always disappointed.

He never saw that look in you, though.

What he did see, was the way you looked through him. Like you saw all his fucked up shit, all his faults and still got in the car with him. You had seen the worst of him first, and it wasn’t enough to scare you off. He wasn’t sure anything would be now, and he didn’t know whether to kiss you for it or tell you how stupid it is.

Either way, nothing that happened in that room managed to dull the way he’d been feeling about you since this morning. Waking up next to you felt normal. Right. Having you that close, even in the cramped space of the back seat, wrapped under his arm with your head on his chest - there wasn’t a feeling he could name for it.

Turning another corner, he pulls up on the street next to Karens old apartment building. He’s been inside before, but never really stayed longer than a few minutes, so he’s not sure what to expect, but it could be a complete shit hole and he’d be grateful for a real bed. To sleep, sure, cause his back was killing him from last night in the car, but having you here, alone, with a whole night ahead of him… The ignition flicked off, but he was still gripping the steering wheel tight.

It was these kinds of thoughts that were why he’s kept his mouth shut the entire drive over here. All the things Karen spoke about, the way her eyes went between you two, obviously picking up on whatever the hell you two had going on, it was all a blaring reminder of how bad he wanted to take that something further. How he wanted to get back to twenty four hours ago when he had you moaning his name like it was the only word you knew.

“Frank?” Your voice cuts the silence, and Frank sucks in a sharp breath, his brain foggy with memories. “You good?”

“Yeah. Apartments up there.” He gets out of the car, going into the back to grab the couple of bags of clothes and weapons the two of you had together. At first all your stuff was in one and his in the other, the third exclusively for weapons, and while that one remained the same, he can’t count the amount of shirts he’s pulled out of his bag that belonged to you, or how many times he’s seen you wake up in one of his. Not that he was complaining - he’s even slipped one or two in what used to be your bag on purpose, just to see you in his shit.

You trailed behind him, and while his mind was filled of everything he wanted to do to you once you were finally alone, you were quiet and keeping your distance. He got up the few flights of stairs hearing you coming behind him, further away than he’d like. You might have put some distance between Bobby’s men for now, but New America still based in New York, and as far as they knew, were still working for Bobby. He slides the key into the door, and holds it open until your inside. He locks it behind you, and drops the bags to put a chair in front of the door for good measure.

“Paranoid?” Your voice comes from behind him, sarcastic tone clearly not knocked out of you by his silence.

“You aren’t?” He says, jamming the back of the door between the handle. He sees you roll your eyes as you wander around the house. It’s different to the way you looked around his safe house. This is more calculated, like how you analysed Micros garage, and he hates that he can’t take you somewhere you feel safe.

“Where’s the bedroom?” You ask half heartedly, running your hands over the stacks of books on the shelf. Frank shrugs and turns back to the door, trying to figure out another way to jam the lock shut. When he turns, though, he hears you scoff. Keeping his eyes on the task, he takes the bait. “What?”

“You don’t know?” He realises the game your playing, but honestly he wants to see how you are gonna ask him what you really want to ask.

“No.” He hears you scoff again, and open a door before closing it quickly, and opening another one.

“You really aren’t going to just tell me?”

“Why would I know?”

“See? You do it all the time.”

“Do what?” He finally locks the chair into place and shakes it a couple times, making sure its secure.

“Answer me with a question. It’s fine. I’ll find it.” He stands up, and turns to face you. He can see your holding something back, and he’s positive he knows what it is.

“I’ve been gone for a year, you know that?” Taking a step forward, he dips his head slightly to catch your eye line. “Just cause I know the way here-”

“You don’t have to tell me, okay? I don’t really want to know.” You run a hand through your hair, and Frank takes another step, closing the distance between you. He looks down at you, hands gently wrapping around your waist. He breathes in deeply, the first time he feels like he can since he let go of you this morning.

“Look at me.” He says into the top of your hair. When your eyes look up, he can see a thousand thoughts whirling behind them, and he wants to take every single one of them away so you are only thinking of him, because all he can think about is you. He leans down and kisses you lightly— leaning forward so his head touches yours.

“I’m not jealous.” You say, face as neutral as possible, but when he smiles and breathes out a laugh, you lose your composure and smile with him. With you this close, he can feel how warm you are under his jumper, and he pulls you closer, pressing you harder against him. You smile a bit wider, and he would of dropped to his knees right then and there if you hadn’t started talking. “I’m still getting used to you being this nice to me, you know.”

“I was always nice.”

“Sure.” Your arms wrap around his neck, and he relaxes a little, knowing you aren’t going to shove him off. He would be as patient as you needed him to be, wait for the rest of his life as long as you kept him around. “You okay after today?”

“’Course I am. Why?”

“You said it’d been two years. It’s a lot. Seeing someone after that long, especially someone you were with-”

“How many times are you going to bring this up?” He says softly and leans down, kissing you a little deeper this time, pulling everything but him out from under you.

“I just-”

“I don’t want to talk about anyone else.” Frank kept his voice lower, softer, and the change made you pull him tighter, and this time you kissed him.

It’s like you took the wind out of him, everything spiralling, nearly losing his footing when you kissed him. He felt you lean into him and that was enough, both of his arms dropping down under your thighs and picking you up. Your legs wrapped around his torso, and the feeling of being surrounded by you had Frank kissing you harder, deeper.

He took one step to balance himself and ended up with you against the wall, but the surface behind you pushed you closer together, and all he could hear was more, more, more-

“Frank.” You sighed his name into his mouth, and the last of his self restraint melted when your hand brushed into his hair, tugging a little when he nipped at your bottom lip.

“Missed this, sweetheart.” He feels your body shiver with the name, and he remembers how much you liked it the last time. Everything kicks into gear now, and his mouth is moving down your neck trying to taste as much of you as he can.

The hand not tugging on his hair comes to the side of his face, guiding him back to your mouth. His eyes open just for a second, and he sees a glimpse of the look on your face. A small smile and hazy eyes— he doesn’t think he’s seen a prettier sight. Seeing you smile sent something electric straight into his chest. Pushing off the wall, he doesn’t take his mouth off you as he walks to the nearest door. Opening it, you pull back. Frank has no clue what door he’s opened, he’s just hoping it has a flat surface big enough for both of you.

“Are you seriously taking me into another bathroom?” The echo of your voice in the room makes him open his eyes, seeing tiles and a glimpse of the shower.

“I said I didn’t know where it was.” Your head turns and he draws your attention back to him, kissing under your jaw and letting his teeth drag lightly along your skin. “You want to stop?”

“No, I just don’t really want to be on a bed or any other surface where you and someone else...” There was only a few things that could of dragged him away from your skin at that moment, and that was one of them.

“We didn’t.”

“You didn’t here, or...”

“We didn’t. It wasn’t like that.” He makes sure to lean back so he can look you in the eye. In truth, the last thing he wants to be doing right now is thinking of anyone but you, but if he needed to draw you a god damn diagram, he would. “I told you that.”

“I didn’t mean to-”

“Stop talking, baby.” He kisses you again and theres no hesitation, no more questions as your mouth opens and you fit him perfectly. He walks with you still in his arms, hands fitting over your ass now that he has the fucking chance to.

He wouldn’t admit how many times he’s though about touching you. Not just since that night in the garage either. Walking through this apartment trying to find the bedroom, he realises it’s probably been a lot longer than he’d let himself believe, and when he finally finds the room, mattress completely bare, he decides he can’t wait any longer.

He lays you down, not letting go of you and coming down on top, and his hands trail up your sides. He takes your shirt up with the move, needing to feel every inch of soft skin he feels like he’s been craving for a lifetime. He leans down, his tongue gliding lightly above your belly button. He feels you gasp, and the sound is music to his fucking ears.

You throw your shirt over your head and begin to tug on his, the neckline bunched in your hands, but he doesn’t have the patience to take his mouth off you right now. Instead, he goes slow, mapping your skin and working his way up to what might be one of his favourite parts of your body. You are biting your bottom lip so hard he thinks you might draw blood, and he kisses you, replacing your lips with his own. Right now, he wants you to feel nothing but him and how good he’s about to make you feel.

One of his hands holds your waist as he slides himself in between your open legs, and the way you roll your hips as soon as he’s close enough has him almost seeing stars. He swallows every little moan and gasp you make when he pushes himself against you, both of you still wearing jeans, and he wonders if he’s got enough pull to tear through denim just to speed up the fucking process.

“Not c—” You cut yourself off when you gasp, a sweet high pitch sound when Frank practically grinds against you. “Not close enough.”

“You want me to do somethin’ about that, sweetheart?” Your arms cross over behind his neck and pull him closer, and he has to push back against the mattress to keep from slamming his face into yours. Sometimes he forgets how strong you are, and clearly, so do you.

“Don’t be a tease.” You whine and Frank buries his face into your neck, knowing you can feel his smile. The last thing he was going to do was make you work for it. There would be plenty of time for that— but right now he was already working at the button on your jeans.

Yanking the tight fabric down your legs, there wasn’t an inch of you he wanted unmarked by him. He remembers the first night, where he had you pinned underneath him, and how loud you were moaning as he left marks along your neck so everyone would know he was there. He started at your thighs, working his way up to your hips, the same ones his hands were wrapped around holding you still.

The image of his hands on your skin, his thumbs hooked under the thin fabric of your underwear, a slight purple colour already coming through where he’d laid the most attention was one he knew he was going to see every-time he closed his eyes. He didn’t spend nearly as long taking off his pants, shoving them off the bed and crawling back up to your mouth.

“S’ pretty.” When you arch your back this time, he takes the chance to slide an arm underneath, hauling you up closer to him. Your arms just hold him tighter, letting him move you where he wants. His other hand slips under the seam of your underwear, and hearing the sigh of relief that comes out of your mouth is enough to have him almost painfully hard.

“Oh— god.” He knows exactly what you want, how you need him. His thumb finds that sweet spot on your clit, dragging slow circles while his middle finger easily slides into you matching his rhythm.

“Feels good, baby?” The way your hands were fisted in his hair and lightly scratching on his back told him his answer, but he loved to hear you try and form a response, a few pitiful whimpers and moans making him go faster, draw more out of you.

He kept you there for a while, watching all that anger and sarcasm melt away just for him- speechless, because of him. He sped up just to watch your eyes flutter open when you said his name, and then slowed down and felt your nails dig harder into his bare shoulders as some kind of silent protest, one your mouth wasn’t able to form the words for.

It was stirring something in him he didn’t know he had, he didn’t even know if he had a name for it. Seeing you soft and pliant under him was something so unlike you that it had his cock straining in his boxers, but the way you were saying his name had his heart beating a mile a minute.

“Fuck— yes. Please go faster.” You moan, and he hums against your skin, feeling how tight every part of you was getting. He knew you were close. He wouldn’t deny you a god damn thing right now, and he went faster at your command, watching as your eyes nearly rolled back into your head.

“That’s it. Atta girl.” You choke out his name when you reach your peak, and Frank can’t keep himself quiet, groaning at how tight you get when you cum. Everything about is warm and soft and so fucking wet— he doesn’t stop, doesn’t think he can just yet, just needs to feel you a little longer.

Your nails dig harder into his back, yank on his hair, and your whimpers get more persistent no matter how hard he’s kissing you.

“Fr—ank.” You hiccup and he pulls his hand away, kissing your forehead, knowing it’s getting just this side of too much. He was so fucking selfish with you, practically addicted to your sound, your taste. “Fuck.”

“Sorry, baby.” He feels your smile before he sees it, and your arms drop from around his neck, fingers still shaking as you pull at the band of his boxers in an attempt to pull them down. “It’s okay-“

“Stop being such a fucking gentleman.” He swears he nearly growls out some kind of response, seeing just a hint of your normal fight sink back into your lust filled eyes.

The sight has him kicking off his boxers and ripping your underpants away, losing them both somewhere in the room. Franks hand wraps gently around your face, cupping your jaw forcing you to look at him. With a little pressure your mouth drops open slightly, and he kisses you sweetly. The look on his face must change, because your eyes get a little wide looking up at him before you add

“Please.”

“Such good manners.” He teases and you squint at him. You get that look that you usually do before you roll your eyes at him, he knows because it’s one of his favourites. You don’t get the chance, though, because it’s replaced by his new favourite, the face you make when he slides his cock inside of you.

He was holding himself together, using everything he had to control himself, but feeling you around him— so tight and warm and fucking soft—

“Ohh— fuck.” He groaned as he slide back out, almost leaving you but not quite, and then driving back. He pauses, seeing how you shake a little underneath him, and he kisses you again and again, pulling you back to him. “Sweetheart. You okay?”

“Feels so fucking good, Frank.” Christ— the way you say his fucking name. Nothing will feel as good as you do, sound as good as that. He pulls out again and watches as you go all soft on him again, the arm under your back pulling you closer.

You roll your hips in time with him, both of you working in perfect sync. You were almost whining, a constant string of pretty sounds mixing with his low moans he was trying to keep quiet. His hand dropped from your face to hold your hip, his own picking up speed just a little. He was going to draw this out, but what he lacked in speed he made up for in pure fucking power, hearing you gasp every time he managed to brush against the right spot, chasing it every thrust.

“Frank— oh my god.” You turn your head, giving Frank a glimpse of the marks he’d left just moments before, and his tongue drags along the sensitive skin.

“So beautiful, baby. So good to me.” You turn back, biting his bottom lip softly.

“Frank I want-“

“What? Tell me. It’s yours.”

“I wanna— god. I wanna stay.” Your eyes squeeze shut and you kiss him hard. He nearly fucking cums hearing you say that, and you do, your second orgasm making you shiver as he holds you tight. He speeds up, hips slamming into you; determined.

“Yeah?” He gives you a moment to nod, watching as you never fully come down and he keeps you on that edge; forces you to stay with him. He can feel that sweet burn building in his chest, and he wants to take you with him. “You can fuckin’ stay baby. Keep you with me, yeah?”

“Mhmm. Wanna—“

“Whatever you want. Just stay with me.” He didn’t realise how much he wanted— no, needed you to say that until now.

“Okay. Okay.”

“Doin’ so fuckin’ good, baby. God—“ He was going to lose his mind if he waited one more second, but then he feels it. Feels you, and his vision nearly goes white.

“Fuck Fra—nk.” You choke on your words and he feels you tighten around him, the wet sounds spurring him to his own release. When you whimper his name— a sound so pathetic and sweet he knows he’s gone, and pulls out before spilling all over your stomach and chest, arm still angling you towards him.

He loses himself for a minute, drifting off into somewhere where it’s just you and him and none of this shit matters. Somewhere in his mind where he can keep himself buried inside of you all day, every day, hear the way you say ‘Frank’ like it’s something to be thankful for, like it’s a blessing your giving him, a gift.

Neither of you say anything, Frank just leans down, forehead pressed to yours, heaving a few deep breaths when his mouth isn’t on you. He can’t get enough of the taste, tongue licking into your mouth lazily as his free hand runs soothing lines up and down your side.

At some point he leans down and picks up your shirt, using it to gently clean you up. You swat at his hands when he runs it over your inner thighs, both of you laughing slightly as he leans down to kiss you better. Throwing your shirt away, he takes his own and slides it over your head, covering you up as best he can before finally letting his arms give out, wrapping you in his arms.

“Cold.” You say after a second, cause as much as he has you curled into him your legs are bare and there’s no fucking blankets on this bed. Reluctantly he pulls himself away from you, yanking open a couple of drawers until he finds a giant blanket. He throws it over before sliding in next to you.

It’s this feeling he feels most relaxed— something like peaceful. Your breathing gets slower and your face buries into his chest, legs tangling together not caring how close either of you get now. His hand holds the back of your head, kissing your nose, and your eyes open.

“Hi.” You whisper, moving impossibly closer.

“Warm now?” You nod. He can tell your tired, so he ticks you back into his chest. You sigh, and he thinks that might be it. He wouldn’t hold you to anything you said— but there was no doubt in his mind that hearing you say you wanted to stay with him made every other plan for after seem dark and plain sad.

I want to stay, you said.

You didn’t say how long, or if you meant in New York, or even just in the fucking USA, but he meant what he said. He wants you to stay with him after this. After all this, he wants to be near you, with you, whatever that means. His arm tightens around you at the thought, and just before he hears you fall asleep, you whisper four words that nearly make Frank Castle cry.

“I want to stay.”

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softhairedhotch · 6 months

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HAHSHAHAHA i must say great minds think (and type) alike ‼️‼️‼️‼️ literally when i first found ur blog i was like my god someone who literally has the same big brain as me?!?!?? (except, you have A Much Bigger Brain because YOUR WRITING????? im absolutely in Love AHHHHH thank u for filling the void in me like literally not just the smut like THE FLUFF?!?!? please i just want to cup his face and kiss him so gently n obviously not just that like i just feel So Seen as a gay guy who's just so down bad for him)

anyway thank u for putting the image of him straddling and fucking my face bc it will now be stuck in my head for a good while 👍 also in other filthy thoughts personally i think that man is downright disgusting . like yeah he typically is a very hygienic and # clean man but when it comes to sex... boy does he like to make a MESS . personally i think he'd more often like to not waste his cum and have stuff it deep inside your holes BUT.... i think he'd also go absolutely feral at the thought and sight of marking you. WOOFFFFFFFFFFF 😵‍💫😵‍💫

also he seems like a guy who would make so much noise . like other than his little words of affection and phrases, he definitely makes all the noises out there possible- gasps, grunts, moans, whimpers, whines. there are TOO many times where i'm watching/listening to porn and then im like ... Hold On... that sounds just like how aaron would sound or what he'd actually say.... and then i'm suddenly on my knees, a whole mess n wishing he was real.

anyway he's just so . this man occupies too much space in my thoughts. FML im sorry this ask got SO out of hand idk when did it become 827482 words long... n speaking of hands, maybe that would be the most apt emoji for me 🤲 (aka me praying to be aaron's boyfriend... or me just handling his heavy balls tbh)

FRRRR ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ and awwwwww thank you sm!! i'm so glad you've enjoyed my writing <33 ive got a few more things in the works so i hope you enjoy them too! and YES i am soooo so glad that i can help you feel seen <3 i gottttaaaa write more male reader fics bc it's deserved fr hehe

i mean im writing a few male oc things where they get with aaron so i hope that also interests you!! but yeah hopefully more male reader fics to come!! also if you have any requests (🤭) feel free to ask and i'll try to get around to it 💪

also you're welcoooomeee 🤭🤭 and GOD YESSSSS he does not waste it!! i firmly believe that one of his favourite things is cumming down your throat and when it leaks outta your mouth he swipes it up with his thumb before pushing it inside your mouth <3 once he's cleaned you up he'll kiss you to taste himself 🤭 orrrrrr if he's coming inside you he makes sure to push it back inside before licking it all up ‼️ but if you're not one for cum eating then he'd just make sure to fill you with his cum to make you his own 🥰

and you've just made me think of the fact that he definitely loves to mark you up!! he loves being marked up too but sometimes he's against it because of work (but he can't resist it if you start kissing across his jaw n neck n collarbone 😏) so the next Best Thing is making the most of doing it to YOU!!! he'd leave pretty bruises across your skin n chest n tummy n thighs and he'd be soooo proud of himself for it 🤭🤭 he loves seeing the marks he's left on you whenever he can, especially when it's in a softer moment like you're cuddling on the couch and your shirt rises up and he sees faint teeth marks or a lil mark <3 it just makes him feel so satisfied

and YESSS that man is SUCH A MOANER. he makes allll the prettiest noises and he tries to hide them but he can't with you!! bc you make him feel soooo good and bc you beg him to let all his cute whines and whimpers and moans out :3 also that comment about watching porn and being like "... aaron would say/do that" is SOOOO REAL (which is why i started reblogging all those gifs n pics lol, i NEED to have a visual for the shit i think up of this man bc i need him So Bad and it's important for my mental health) (it's not but he's a cutie patootie so it counts) (i just love him okay)

and NO DONT APOLOGISE i loooooove long asks and i hope you send more in the future!! especially out of hand ones hehe bc you just GET IT!!! YOU GET IT!!!! YOU GET HIM AND YOU UNDERSTAND AND GODDDDD i need to talk about aaron with you ALWAYS your brain is sooo big!!!! and you're so fucking funny HELPP THE EMOJI 😭😭😭 THAT IS SO GOOD LMFAOO YOU BETTER HOLD HIS HUGE HEAVY MEATY BAWLS okay you're now 🤲 anon <3 nice to meet you!!! thank you sm fr these asks hehe you've made my day

#casks #casper's anons #🤲 anon #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader #aaron smut inspo.

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bigassbowlingballhead · 5 months

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so babygirl is naked except for a lab coat standing at the side of the bed im laying facedown on. hed asked me why i needed to see him and id said i felt like i was dying and the only think that will fix me is being fucked and filled by him. so babygirl had gotten to work experimenting and preforming all the necessary tests to make sure i was ready for him. id looked back when i heard him opening a briefcase and id been immediately smacked with a tongue depressant. he told me not to move and each time i did he would need to punish me. i tried to be so good for him but had been smacked a few times more as he’d teased me, fucked me and brought me to the brink countless times with that felt like vibrators, dildos and some others things i wasnt sure about. hed been such an attentive doctor, asking how i felt with each new experiment he did. babygirl had took pity on me twice and let me come when he couldnt stand to fight my pathetic shakiing body or hear my pathetic whimpers anymore.

itd felt like hours had passed when babygirl stopped his experiments and rolled me over onto my back. he massaged my legs as he lifted them up and tied them together. he also tied my hands together while he told me that id been such a good slut for him but that i needed some other medicine first before he fucked me. he shoved a massive vibrating butt plug in me and left telling me to yell his name if i needed him. id withered and whimpered on the bed for what felt like a long time. the butt plug must have been operated from an app and it felt like somehow babygirl could see me. the vibratror always changing speeds whenever id really started shaking. babygirl came back into the room and untied me and helped me sit up. he brought a spool to my lips and told me to open up. it tasted salty. he dipped the spoon into a little cup and brought it to my lips again. “i know how much you like eating my come so i jerked off for you in the other room while i watched you wither here on the bed through that lil camera over there” i could only nod and continue licking the spoon, feeling so so good that my doctor was so good at taking care of me. after that babygirl had fucked me good and hard. hed fucked his come deep inside me and the warmth of it filling me up was intoxicating. it was everything id needed from him and i collasped on the bed.

i faintly remember feeling something small slip into my hole after babygirl had pulled out and realized what it was when he presented me with a syringe and a butt plug. “my slutty baby i think you gave me some of your illness and seeing how good you look now filled with my come, i think i need to feel it too” i took care of him and then hed left coming back with a bucket of warm water and a towel. he slowly cleaned me up at first with his tongue and then the warm water and towel. he placed kisses all over me and massaged my limbs. he whispered praise in my ear and just made me feel so loved. afterward he wrapped me up in a warm blanket and carried me to a different bedroom and tucked me in. he left to shower and when he came back and slipped into bed he pulled me against his body and fell asleep. when i woke up the next morning there was a glass of water and a note next to it. “if youre able to move, im still plugged and would love to wake up to your tongue in my hole :)”

WHOA FRIEND

this is filthy, dirty, smut. I love it

He was feeeeding you?? GOD. GOD DAMN.

#god i wish my dreams were this vivid #box talk

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nacaharachuya · 1 year

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Okay so i realised im a fucking idiot and that i’ve been sending you shit through “?” And i have no idea where those messages go through so whoopdy doo ig but in my defence i wasnt able to send anything any other way bc.. uhh.. yeah my email wasn’t confirmed n all that. Im telling u man i’m a whole ass boomer rn🤦‍♀️ can’t even remember how to send an ask smh.

Anyways i only now finished reading svs because i’ve been putting it off in favour of reading different fics (works from other fandoms and… ooc soukoku fics. Listen i hate mischaracterisation as much as the next guy but i find them very entertaining okay) and AAAUURGGHH WHAT A BANGER. The way you write is immaculate if svs was a food it’d have a savoury taste like i’d be liking my fingers n shit. I found out about it when you posted on twitter you updated it (it was the smut chapter, by the way) and i was like “huh” and decided to read it and my god am i glad I didn’t skip over that tweet.

Idk if this was on purpose or not but verlaine is kinda cringefail in your fic and i love it. I am a firm believer that as badass as verlaine is he is undeniably embarrassing and i need MORE of that.

My one criticism for svs is that we needed more adam scenes. He should have been added like really, unnecessarily early on in the fic and act as a third wheel in the fic. But like a third wheel soukoku did not want or ask for but he’s just kinda there they can’t really get rid of him. Chuuya and dazai in their divorce arc arguing and adam is in the background thinking “i could crack a really funny joke from this” (on that note i added the lines “Adam’s blabbering makes more sense now, so they act as if nothing has happened. “When I lift this veil, you will seal the deal with a kiss.” He can’t stop himself from laughing, “I hope you enjoyed that joke too.” “We didn’t,” Verlaine says from across the shrine. “Paul be quiet.”” In my “collection of fanfic lines I chuckled at” in my notes. He’s so silly i love him. I love how he laughs at his own jokes he just like me fr.)

Anyways here are like two extra svs doodles. I keep thinking about how you said that chuu can fluctuate between genders (literally) and its so… zamn.

And reading the scene where verlaine is brushing chuuya’s hair inspired me to draw this

I have no idea how long chuuya’s hair is supposed to be like idk if it’s “yeah his hair is a little longer than it is in canon haha” or “yeah mf got some LONG ass hair looking like rapunzel”. Also I don’t remember if his lil ribbon was red or blue but.. i jus went with blue and i didn’t know if the pearls were supposed to be like on his head or woven into his braid so i just went with the latter. And again ALSO i know he was barefoot but i’m not drawing his fucking dogs okay.

This ask is long as hell never let me talk again LMAO

Currently looking at a detail i forgot in the drawing… not pointing it out in hopes you don’t notice it either smh but GOD DAMMIT 🤬🤬🤬

DAWG I OPENED THIS YESTERDAY IN SHOCK IA M ALWAYS BLOWN AWAY BY YOUR ASKS AND ART IT MAKES ME FEEL SO LOVED AND SO CRAZY LIKE!?!?! I'M SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT ENOUGH TO MAKE ART I SAVE IT AND LOOK AT IT CONSTANTLY ;_; IM LIKE.....

AND ALSO THANK YOU. I need svs criticism and ur right I should have introduced more characters earlier I just got carried away with skk because...IDK BUT ADAM WAS MY SAVING GRACEE. He was so silly I wanted to add him sooner but I was like wait....no... BUT HE IS IN THE SEQUEL!!! DW!!! His silly ass is there and he's cracking them jokes and Verlaine is like o_o. THE ADAM LINES WERE SO FUN TOO CAUSE HE'S NOT CRINGE HE'S JUST....HIM.

Verlaine is cringe-fail on purpose tho and I'm glad you saw that because I see him as an incredibly pathetic person who can't do normal human things. He would like bite open a metal can or rip it open with his hands because he doesn't know what a can opener is. He is that type of guy.

The art is just immaculate bro like straight-up BEAUTIFUL. Chuuya's literal genderfluidity is something I'm glad people like cause when I imagine divinity I think of someone not bound by sex or gender and whatnot plus I just don't think he'd give a fart. so like....world's most wonderful tits...but he's shorter.

THE WEDDING OUTFIT IS SENDING ME TO THE GRAVE THO LIKE. IT"S PERFECT AND IDK WHAT DETAIL YOU MISSED CAUSE I FORGET EVERYTHING BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT I"M. THE HAIR LENGTH I DIDN"T SPECIFIY !!! He looks so *crying emoji cause I don't have my phone* you don't have to draw his toes I just think barefoot chuu running up the stairs to meet dazai is very him. perseverance.

BOYCACA WHAT IS YOUR TWT LET ME FOLLOW YOU AND BOTHER YOU THERE AND SPREAD THE BOYCACA AGENDA

#asks #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu #dazai #chuuya #silver soul #my writing #boycaca #boy caca art is so juicy AGAIN

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wildernessuntothemselves · 2 years

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I'm so glad oc stood her ground w her mom,boy the ways I wanna torture that bitch!....I.FUCKING.HATE.HER also her sorry for nothing father can also go die,cant tae support her siblings?how much younger are they cant they get married off soon(in 5 years)the whole part where that asshole was saying all that shit about how oc should've been grateful and all my skin fucking crawled,if he's working for gyu then he probably knows about the rape,doesn't everyone in the castle?(they just dont see for

forcing himself as something so bad,and even what she's there for),Ik kai apologized but he also said he's thoughtless without meaning to like yk what no,if you care even a little bit about anyone's feeling but your own then you would actually stfu when your bestfriend is telling you to stop multiple times,even if you still think you're right your bff is someone who's judgement you should take into consideration even if you dont end up changing your mind,this is the only time I didn't like kai

like kai that much,I actually thought wouldn't it be great to just date kai then realizing he's gonna drop dead before you can blink and he might even be similar to lord soobin,soob isnt a bad person as far as we've seen he might even someone's adorable lil bro like kai but he can't protect,he might not want to and kai might,but wouldnt that just make kai stupid. the endind bro,okay there's a good chance he's working for gyu but what if,what if he's just another asshole who'd like a "taste"🤢

also Idk how the smuts with tae will happen if oc is kidnapped(successfully that is)by gyu and his bitchboy. also even tho gyu is calculative and "patient" now do you really think he'll stay this in control himself forever? it might take years but he's gonna abuse her physically too man what do you think? also my last thot is i like tae quite a bit now(even tho i wanna slap him too)i dont know how to stop loving prince gyu but im so disgusted by him lmao

yeah the parents in this story really take the cake huh? taehyun can't help the siblings because they're married already and living with their husbands in lands that the royal family controls. they can't just all up and leave with their entire households and lose everything

idk if jaeyun knows about the rape but this story takes place back when it was the lord's right to be with his female subjects if he pleases and rape wasn't really as well defined as it is now so they probably see it as, while not a good thing, but not as morally reprehensible as it is now. still not an excuse of course but basically they see that oc belongs to the prince anyway and that she's lucky he's even pampering her that much

yeah kai would not be able to hold off gyu lmao really only taehyun or like gyu's father or brother could potentially stand up to him so he'd be fucked. also he's sweet but not really what oc needs. and yeah soobin is not a necessarily bad character but he's protecting his own hide

ughhhh no let's hope it's not 🤢 imagine if he thought that since she's already "ruined" he could have her too

well i made the smut scene happen with gyu without him being physically there so you don't know what i can come up with lmao and yeah you're right. in abusive situations, the abuser doesn't typically just "get better" they always relapse 😕

i can't stop loving him either. i'm the one in the abusive relationship not oc 😭

#loved getting all these thots #mort talks #yamqn #3am anon #thanks for the feedback babe

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mqverick · 2 years

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you’re my best friend i’ll love you forever

(warnings: strong language, light smut, mentions of emotionally unstable past)

im sorry if there are any grammatical/vocabulary errors in this

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hope you don’t regret it

i pushed a lot back but i can’t forget it

he was perfectly fine and healthy, his family was lovely, he was satisfied with the grades he got at school, he was one of the best students in drama class, he graduated. everything was truly fine until he met that one damned girl from drama class. she was probably the friendliest person at school, always with a smile on her face, greeting everyone on her way. she had no right to have such a disarming smile. timothee… he saw her as that divine person he wasn’t even worthy to look upon. she rarely wore any makeup – which was sort of frustrating because according to his point of view, she didn’t even need it.

her hair was brunette and straight, curtain bangs covering her brown eyes most of the times. she didn’t have any freckles, but he could’ve sworn she had some sort of permanent faint blush on her cheeks that brought out the color of her full pink lips that were always covered with a light base of chapstick. in fact, timothee had stolen one of her peach-flavored chapsticks once, just to keep it to himself, wear it on sometimes only to pretend that he was given the chance to finally get to see how her soft lips would taste against his. call it mad, but he’d promised to himself that he’d never let go of that chapstick.

his first encounter with her was during freshman year at high school, somewhere in the hallways.

he remembered everything; how he’d accidentally bumped to the girl, who had so kindly offered her help to bring him back to his feet and catch the flying papers for his ad statistics class. being too dumbfounded from her manners and appearance, he’d just stood there, mouth agape, hand nervously tugging at the hairs on the nape of his neck as he’d challenged himself to blurt out at least two proper words at her, which of course, he’d failed. she’d only chuckled slightly at his awkwardness before mumbling a cheery ‘see you around!’, leaving him frozen in the middle of the corridor.

timothee recalled having performing a small talk in front of his mirror for two weeks before he finally worked up the courage to tap on her back and smile at her. when her head turned around to see who was it, her hair brushed against his hand, and out of the blue, all of the french and english alphabet died down in his throat as his perfectly normal and human smile turned into a very cheeky and clumsy one. he was sure that within several minutes, there would be sweat marks under the armpits on his shirt. after about fifty seconds of torturous silence, he uttered a quite shaky hi, to which she very tenderly responded, her hand landing on his arm as she affectionately ran it up and down its length to break the tension, but little did she knew that she’d only worsened the situation.

it took them three days to get close.

they started hanging out after drama classes, always sitting together, working their lines, meeting up after school, going to the movies, cooking dinner for each other, spending nights together, staying at each other’s place, etc. at first, it was hard for Timothee to actually believe that not only had he manged to talk to the girl that got him so flustered, but end up being best friends with her, but after a few months, he got pretty much used to it.

her nicknames for him were plenty; tim, timmy, timo – but even teasing ones, like, lil timmy tim and two inches proud. she rarely called him by his full name; only when she was mad or wanted to talk to him about something really serious and important.

their friendship was something he cherished. truthfully, at first he was so afraid of being himself only because he was worried he would do something stupid and ruin everything, thing that didn’t go unnoticed by her. as they were binge watching ‘the office’ at her house once, she’d questioned his strange behavior, which ended up in a long, late night discussion. that night nothing but the truth was told. well… partly. timothee faintly remembered himself falling asleep at some point, waking up with his arms wrapped around her warm body, his legs tangled with hers as she snored quietly, still asleep.

it was funny how his heart seemed to be in the mood to beat as if he’d run a 26.2 miles marathon at seven o’clock in the morning. what was even more hilarious was the fact that he’d sweated over his desperate attempts to untangle himself from her and force his mind to think about anything, literally anything gross, otherwise she would wake up to the feeling of his boner poking her thigh.

all in all, he was pretty much fucked.

we never got the credit

nobody seemed to hear us but we said it

he knew he was in love with her on their first getaway vacation together in paris. they were seventeen, nearing eighteen, and it was a warm august evening with them taking walks at the trocadéro, ice cream cones in their hands as they admired the view of the eiffel tower. she’d suggested going up in the tower, watch the sunset with him and then have dinner at the nearest bistro while watching the eiffel tower light up with thousands of sparkly leds that would make it shine brighter than the stars in the sky. being unable to ever say no to her, timothee was keen on the idea, so they did exactly as she’d said. whilst they were admiring paris’s beauty from the tower, he felt her thumb brushing against his cheek, the outline of his lips and eventually landing on his upper lip. his mouth had parted almost too quickly, which was quite embarrassing, but he seemed to have no control over his body whenever she was around.

“ice cream,” was all she’d given as an explanation, licking her index finger slowly enough to make him want to groan – and he was worried that if she kept being so damn intimate with him, he would soon come in his pants with not the slightest hint of a warning.

that same night, they’d chosen some place called ‘bistrot paul chene’ to have dinner at. timothee wasn’t really hungry, but seeing as it broke him to ever not fulfill any of her favors, he ended up having a small salad and a water, while she’d ordered half of the catalog along with red wine, which pretty much got her drunk immediately. the combination of cinq verres de vin and at least three portions of chicken fillet with vegetables had her throwing up all night in their hotel’s room, timothee holding her hair and rubbing small circles on her back to help her relax.

despite the intense, stinking smell of puke that surrounded her that night, timothee dragged her all the way to the small bedroom, changed her clothes into some clean of his own, laid her in bed, covered her carefully with a blanket, kissed the outline of her hair and let himself linger on the foot of the bed, making sure she would sleep peacefully.

to his surprise, while he was just about to get up from the bed and occupy the couch – which apparently was the only place he could nap at – he heard her softly murmuring his name, so he froze instantly and turned around to check on her, her eyes still closed, but her lips were moving as though she was trying to utter a sentence out, but was unable to.

“everything all right? do you want me to stay a little longer?” he’d asked.

“i love you, timmy,” she’d mumbled, half-asleep, a smile plastered on her face, and within the following few minutes, soft snores of her own were echoing in the small room as timothee tried to get himself to react to her confession. he'd felt a literal roller coaster of emotions; euphoria, vulnerability, fear, back to overwhelming joy. his heart thrummed violently against his rib cage, threatening to pop out of his chest as a newfound warmness ran through his entire body.

he knew. he knew he’d hopelessly fallen for her in a heartbeat, knew he’d been feeling that way ever since his eye first-caught the glimpse of her form wandering around the halls of their high school. knew she felt like his home, knew he would always protect her because he could not stand the thought of her hurting, knew her happiness and welfare would always be above his own. he’d loved her with her positives and her flaws – in fact, it were her flaws that made him love her even more. in other words, he felt like floating every time they were together, which was simultaneously good and bad.

“i love you too,” he’d answered after a total of five minutes of silence and processing.

little did she know that the kind of love he felt for her didn’t quite match hers.

neither of us planned it

and for a long time I took it all for granted

their first fight occurred during the end of their junior year in high school. he’d never felt so bad in his life – hell, he couldn’t even believe how he’d brought himself to act so rude to her. the key word to his abrupt mood swing was jealousy. a very ugly feeling he couldn’t avoid when she started her relationship with her very first boyfriend – some foreign student from a students exchange program. he was polish or from the netherlands, or at least timothee remembered so.

it’d started on a cozy december evening at his place, while the two of them were watching a cliché christmas movie on the tv. she’d asked timothee if he wanted to hang out the following day after school, and if her boyfriend could perhaps come along, thing that had blinded any sign of logical thinking in his head – completely. he’d thrown several bitter comments such as ‘oh, him again’, ‘of course you’re wondering whether he can come along’, ‘do you ever do anything without him for a change?’. she’d been taken aback from his sudden behavior, had attempted to search for the source that released all those copious amounts of antipathy.

“you don’t like my boyfriend?” she’d asked, perplexed.

“it’s not that… i guess he’s just not my favorite person in the planet.”

the sarcastic tone in his voice was what had hurt her the most. never in a million years had she imagined that he’d ever be sarcastic with her, not when he knew that sarcasm was the thing she hated the most after being lied to. “oh my god, i can’t believe this!”

“yeah, well, sorry that not all of us can tolerate his attempt to speak with an american accent. have you ever heard him? he sounds as though he has pneumonia.”

“shut up! do you even hear yourself? you’re acting like a five-year-old! i literally met my boyfriend to my parents seven days after we began dating, but it took me two whole weeks to meet him to you. it’s not like i didn’t care about their approval, but your opinion meant everything to me, and i was so fucking nervous to introduce him to you because i wanted you to like him so bad. and when the two of you finally met and my boyfriend called to tell me how much he’d liked you, i assumed that it went well… but now you’re telling me that it didn’t. it just didn’t but you didn’t fucking think of telling me that for which reasons again?” she’d asked, her voice raising as she’d tried to wrap her mind around the fact that she’d also been lied to.

“when you say it like that it sounds kind of bad.”

“that’s because it is! it is bad, timothee, very bad.”

“it’s not my fault he’s stupid!” he’d raised his voice at her for the very first time in his life that night, and she’d flinched slightly. “i don’t think your boyfriend knows the meaning of dumbass that well.”

“hold up… what?”

it’d been one of those ‘uh oh’ moments for him. “hey, no, no, i’m sorry, i–”

“so not only don’t you like him, but you talked shit about him… in front of him?”

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to–”

“shut up, timothee, there’s no room for excuses now. i think i should get going,” she’d stated before grabbing her coat from the couch, heading to the door, where she stopped momentarily to call out his name. “i think we should stay separate this week.”

his face had dropped in shock, tears had welled in his eyes. “are you saying you don’t want our friendship anymore? please – i’m sorry – i’ll try to like him if that’s what you want–”

“i’m going to force you into being fond of him, tim. all i’m saying is that i'm giving you some time to think, as well as me. i don’t want us quarreling and i think some distance will help us.”

after she’d left, pauline, timothee’s sister, had come downstairs to check if everything was all right, since she’d heard the yelling and shouting from her room. the moment timothee had seen, his knees had buckled and he’d collapsed in her, bawling uncontrollably as he kept muttering to himself how much of an idiot he was. despite the fact that she kept her promise and began hanging out with him again after a week had passed, he felt even more fragile than before, simply for the reason that he’d come just a breath away from losing her and the thought of that was utterly terrifying.

i really thought we had it

but at the time it was more than i could manage, so

he didn’t know how he’d managed.

if timothee thought that a week-lasting argument with her had neared the end of the world, then when he got his heart broken by her for the very first time, it’d felt like the earth had split in two and burst in flames. it wasn’t intentional or anything, it wasn’t even something that should have bothered him that much, but it was valentine’s day and…

… well, he’d proposed that brilliant idea, that plan to confess everything as her secret admirer, to write her a card that would pour his heart out, and afterwards, after gauging her reaction, to tell her that he’d sent it – with candy, of course, not flowers; he knew how strong her sweet tooth was.

he’d spent nearly an entire week of sleepless nights full of discarded drafts before he’d finally found what he’d wanted to say, before he’d had the right words, and it’d been just in time for valentine’s day.

and then the following day at school he’d seen her with the boy she’d been talking to in their english class, and he’d had his hands around her waist and their lips had been nearly touching, and it’d felt like someone had ripped his heart out of his chest and pummeled it with a sledgehammer.

he’d almost considered going to the nurse, claiming he’d been feeling nauseous (which hadn’t really been a lie) and asking if he could leave school early. instead he’d stayed, just never sent the card – he’d shoved it into his bag as though it had personally offended him and headed off to class.

he hadn’t known why, but he’d waited until he’d arrived home to tear the card in two and throw away the remains, and for the rest of the night he hadn’t left his room, claimed that he had some big test he’d needed to study for. that lie hadn’t gone unnoticed by her, who’d come to the chalamet household a couple of days later, turning the lights on to his room, finding him tucked under his covers, the hood of his favorite grey hoodie on top of his head, tears steaming down his cheeks.

she’d felt her heart sink to her stomach.

when his glossy green eyes had found hers, he’d slightly gotten up, attempting to sniffle a few sobs out of the way as his sleeved hand had come up to wipe off the tears that had pricked in the corners of his eyes. she hadn’t hesitated a moment before coming to the bed, wrapping her arms around his frame, which had resulted into him hugging her tightly without a warning, sobbing loudly against her shoulder, gripping onto her sweatshirt for dear life. she’d pulled down the grey hood in order to massage his scalp with one hand, murmuring sweet nonsense against the shell of his ear, not even once bothering to ask what had saddened him so. she’d known that he’d tell her whenever he felt ready.

which pretty much, never happened.

wish i didn’t doubt it

i wish i never ever told you all about it

they were eighteen and freshly graduated from high school when timothee finally confessed his feelings for her. the experience had been much more traumatizing and heartbreaking than he’d imagined – even now, at his twenty-four, he regretted telling her, he wished he could’ve just kept it to himself and save both of them from…

nicole and marc, timothee’s parents, had been so proud of their graduation that they’d decided to gift them a three-day trip to italy, just for their son and her. it was a day before their departure, she was alone at her small apartment (which she shared with her roommate), packing her suitcase for the trip.

he didn’t know how he’d thought that confessing his love for her a day before their big trip would be the greatest and most fitting moment, but he’d grown tired of having to act in real life too, so after several performances in front of his mirror and pauline, he’d come to her apartment, raising his hand to knock on her door. it’d taken him a few minutes to talk himself out from backing away the last minute.

you’re going to hate yourself if you don’t do this now. talk to her. rejection is something that’ll hurt at first, sure, but you’re going to deal with it. you’ll deal with it, he’d thought, finally letting his hand ball into a fist and knock softly on her door. not even a minute later, she’d opened it with a gigantic grin, some of which he recognized to be his sweaters in her hands.

“hey, timo, what a surprise! come help me pack,” she’d said cheerfully, and he’d faked a smile.

“before we do anything, do you think we could go to your room first? i want to talk to you about something quite important that i feel i need to get out of my chest.”

“sure, but you’re sort of scaring me,” she’d replied with a chuckle, leading him in her room as she’d thrown his sweaters in her suitcase, clapping her hands in satisfaction. she’d sat herself on the foot of her bed, patting the spot next to her for him to sit down, which he’d hesitantly done. he’d looked as though he’d been on the verge of crying, which hadn’t gone unnoticed by her, her hands instantly flying up to his face to graze gentle circling-patterns on his cheeks for comfort.

“i just want to say that i hope this decision of mine won’t cost you from my life,” he’d begun, placing his hands on top of hers and bringing them down on his lap, their fingers interlocked as his thumbs pressed softly on the back of her palms. she’d raised her eyebrow at him worriedly, her reassurance that nothing in a million years could cause the end of their friendship coming quick from her lips.

“timmy, what’s wrong? has something happened – are you alright?”

“i don’t know, it’s just…” he’d trailed off, giving himself the chance to chicken out and change the topic in something entirely different, but – “you’re everything. you’re my best friend, the kindest person i’ve ever met, it’s honestly sort of annoying that i personally can’t find a sign of imperfection in you, because even things that about you that you or others consider as flaws – they’re not flaws to me. i wish i could put into words how i feel about you, but that would be impossible because the english vocabulary hasn’t got half as many words as i could use to describe you. beautiful, amazing, caring, i could honestly go on for years…”

“aw, tim, that’s so sweet,” she’d beamed, completely unaware of what he’d been trying to say.

“… i never considered myself to be capable to love someone that much, but you came into my life and proved me wrong for once again. you’ve made me such a better person and i’ll be forever grateful for that. i love you. i’ll never grow tired of telling you how much i love you,” at that moment, he’d started collecting tears in the corners of his eyes, trying hard to keep them back from steaming down his cheeks. “and the reason why it’s hurting me so much is because i know you’ll never love me back.”

“what are you talking about? i do love you back, stupid!”

“nope, not in that way.”

there. he’d said it, he’d finally said it. there was no such thing as relief from finally letting it out.

if anything, it’d just hurt him more than it’d been all those years. the shocked look of eventual realization on her face had crushed his heart because he’d known what was coming. he’d known he’d lost her for good, he’d known she’d been just a minute away from breaking them up as friends. he’d known the whole thing had been pointless and stupid, he’d known that even if he kept saying to himself that he wished he could erase that moment from his head, he’d never truly do it, because he couldn’t regret it, no matter how much he tried to get himself to do so.

“what?”

“i’m in love with you. have been for years, i’m so fucking sorry for not having told you earlier. it was selfish and stupid and i tried to fall out of love with you, but i just couldn’t and–”

“i can’t do this,” she’d gotten up from the bed, her hands running through her hair as she’d impatiently urged timothee to get up as well, leading him to the living room, close to where the door was.

“no, listen, i’m not forcing you into loving me back or anything, i can deal with rejection, i swear to God i can! don’t make me go, please. i’ll give you as much time as you need, but don’t just erase me from your life, it will break me.”

“i’m not in the place… this isn’t… could you just… give me some time? to think?”

“of course,” he’d replied, heading to the door, a million thoughts running through his head as he tried to process the fact that he’d just ruined the only good thing in his life. “just tell me that i haven’t lost you. was it pointless? confessing my love to you? did i gross you out?” he’d asked a moment before walking out of the apartment, tears running on his cheeks, eyes red and stingy.

her response wasn’t immediate as always. he’d known. he’d known what her true answer had been regardless the fact she hadn’t given it to him.

“i don’t know.”

but i just had to let you know

i never meant to hurt you, though

ever since his love confession to her, she hadn’t exchanged a single word with him. she’d ignored all of his texts and calls, had left him waiting at the airport alone (not that he’d expected her to come anyway), crying in front of so many people, his suitcase long forgotten next to him as he’d curled up in a fetal position on his seat, trying to maintain his sobs and the unbearable pain he’d felt.

it was pauline who’d come to find him in that position, alarmed something bad had happened.

they’d gone to italy together, but he’d never even once considered getting out of the hotel, exploring the city, or even eating his feelings away. he’d just stayed in his bed for three days straight, not nearing a plate of food. his eyes had grown tired of crying, yet the tears seemed countless.

he’d lost her over nothing. his best friend, the love of his life. over nothing and everything.

he’d learned from a mutual friend of hers that she’d even changed her college application.

just so that she wouldn’t even have to face him ever again in his life. right when he’d made the decision to get his shit together, he’d found out about that and he’d come so close to depression that his parents had to find him a psychologist to talk to. timothee missed her like crazy in college. her contact was still saved in his phone and he’d spent countless nights looking at it, wondering whether he should’ve called her or not. she made it pretty clear that she doesn’t want you, so stop torturing yourself, his inner voice said every time. you just had to fall in love with your best friend. stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid–

it’s pointless, stop it.

and with that being his last thought almost every night for two months straight, he fell asleep and waited for the next morning to rise, knowing very well that the love of his life was probably living her life as she should be, hanging out with friends, making out with boyfriends, having forgotten about him, which was fine, because that was how a normal person should’ve moved on. instead of him.

i had all my motives

i didn’t know they wouldn’t mix with your emotions

it happened on a cold morning during mid-february. timothee had finished the shootings for ‘little women’ and he’d come back to new york for a couple of days. he was casually hanging out at his favorite bagel shop, when he saw her. she was waiting in the queue, tapping her foot impatiently and checking her clock every three seconds. though it was creepy from his side to act like that, it was as though his heart had stopped momentarily, his eyes staring at her in disbelief.

it had been five years.

his thoughts got interrupted by something hot splashing on his shirt, pouring all the way down to his trousers. “ugh, fuck!” a familiar voice called in frustration, placing her half-empty cup of coffee to the table where timothee was sitting as she grabbed as many napkins as she could and began wiping his shirt neurotically. “fuck, i’m so sorry, it was an accident and this dumbass fell on me, and – timmy?”

ah, yes, one of her many nicknames for him. no matter how long it’d been ever since he heard that nickname falling out of her lips, it never failed to make his heart flutter. her eyes where blown in shock as he gazed up at her, awe-struck, as if there wasn’t any scorching coffee all over his clothes.

finally regaining his consciousness, he grabbed some of the napkins she was holding and wiped his sweater. her mouth was still agape and she seemed unable to move – had he killed her?

“hey! oh my god, it’s been so long,” he beamed with the best smile he could muster, getting up from his seat and helping her with her coffee. “how’s life? we haven’t talked for ages.”

“i…” she trailed off, not knowing what to say. she glanced down at his coffee-covered clothes for a second and slapped her forehead with the back of her palm. “i’m doing good, yeah. hey, since i’ve probably ruined your amazing outfit, would you like to come over to my place? i mean, you can’t walk around the city like that and it’d also be a nice chance to catch up, right?” she offered, receiving the brightest and truest grin he’d smiled those past five years.

find an excuse and refuse kindly.

she broke you.

you’re doing it again, you’re letting her break you.

RUN OUT OF THAT PLACE IMMEDIATELY.

don’t do this to yourself.

say something came up.

don’t–

“i would absolutely love that.”

i just had to reach my goals

never knew i’d meet you though, so

they arrived at her apartment quicker than he thought. it was quite close to the bagel shop, meaning basically no one on the way stopped him for any autographs or photos, which was pretty much a blessing sent by god since it would’ve been mortifying if anyone noticed the huge coffee stains on his clothes. she hurriedly opened the door and let him in, showing him around the living room and telling him to hang on there for a second.

“wait, how am i supposed to change, though? i’m not sure your clothes will fit me,” timothee said.

“yeah, i don’t think that’d be a problem, since…” she blushed a deep crimson color and fiddled with the hem of her blouse. “… i still have some of your sweaters and sweatpants.”

“oh,” was all he muttered. flashbacks from that one day came into his mind, his heart twisting in a comb – was it too hot in the room? how was he supposed to react? what could he say? discomfort was evident in both of their faces as they avoided eye contact with each other.

“um, i’m just gonna fetch you a sweater and some cleans pants, hold up,” she said after a moment, thankfully being the bravest one and breaking that super loud silence. she came back in the living room, holding a black sweater and a pair of grey sweatpants of his. timothee let his mind wonder how many times she’d slept wearing his clothes, thing that was sort of unhealthy due to… well.

he smiled and thanked her kindly, heading into her bathroom as he got changed.

she, on the other hand, went into her room and immediately opened the sliding glass door which led to the balcony patio. a strong gush of wind was blown into the room, and she felt her hair rise and fall to the rhythm of the elevated breeze. she leaned down, resting her arms on the railing and taking in the view of the neighborhood. from behind her, she heard the door slowly creak open, however didn’t bother to turn around and see who it was. timmy silently came up next to her, also resting his arms on the balcony’s railing. rather than looking down and admiring the view of the small neighborhood, he just started straight ahead. he slowly turned his head, an action that she mirrored until their eyes met.

“i was nothing but a complete ass to you that day, tim,” she said after letting out a deep, loud sigh. “i should’ve talked to you, i shouldn’t have acted the way i did. i can imagine how heartbreaking it must’ve been for you to just wait and wait for any response of mine only to find out that you weren’t getting one. actually, no, i can’t imagine how painful that must’ve been because i’d be a hypocrite if i said i did. you deserved so much better than me, i was a terrible friend,” she continued, tears brimming in her eyes as her gaze dropped down at her shoes, too ashamed to look him in the eye.

timmy opened his mouth to say something, but the words died down in his throat as he did so. he remembered how hard he’d cried, how he’d lost his appetite for fucking weeks – she’d broken him.

“it’s fine, it wasn’t your fault.”

“no, it was, stop saying it wasn’t,” she said a little louder. “i fucking transferred! i didn’t go to the college of my dreams because i thought it’d be too hard to see you in the hallways – who the fuck does that? name a decent person that does that and then i’ll agree with you; that it wasn’t my fault. oh, sweet little me, everybody loves me,” she mocked herself, wiggling her hands in the air, “if only they knew how selfish i’ve been, how unfair. you didn’t deserve to be treated the way i treated you.”

letting out a loud breath, he walked up behind her, wrapping his woolen jacket (that wasn’t coffee-stained) around her shoulders, giving her a back hug. he wrapped his arms around her stomach from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder as she placed her hands on his.

“i haven’t stopped thinking about that day, timmy,” she murmured softly against his cheek. he sighed and she turned around, breaking away from the warmth that engulfed her, instantly regretting it.

“that exaggeration that everyone talks about; the feeling of your heart getting stabbed repeatedly with a shard of glass when someone doesn’t reciprocate your emotions… i felt that,” timothee began after a minute, his hands still holding hers. “you imagined a potential with someone, you put your heart on your sleeve, only for them to break it in pieces. i’m not going to lie to you since that’s not what you want. it was painful, alright? it felt as though my world was falling apart, and every fiber of my being was torn to shreds along with it. i cried for months, didn’t eat properly, i missed classes. i couldn’t stop thinking about the way you’d just asked me to leave. i didn’t want you to feel the same way, i would never force anyone into falling in love with me just so that i wouldn’t feel heartbroken, but man, i imagined yelling, throwing stuff or just sitting shook on the couch, not being able to utter the slightest hint of a sentence, but not even saying a single word to me for five years?”

he’d started tearing up at that point.

“five whole years, i kept waiting for your text or your call – or just anything that would signal your existence in this planet. i’ve never loved anyone half as much as i’ve loved you.”

“i was ashamed to talk to you,” she admitted after a moment. “so ridiculously ashamed. like, what could’ve i said to you? oh, hey, timothee, it’s me, the girl that left you like that! chile, anyway so, do you want to grab a coffee with me? i feel terrible for breaking your heart, by the way. believe me, there hasn’t been a day i haven’t thought about you. when i lost you, i lost a part of me, too. i lost the part of me that was motivating me to be a better person.” her grip tightened and she brought his hands to her lips, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss on his knuckles. “i’m so sorry, timmy. really, i could spend years apologizing to you and it wouldn’t just heal the wound i created.”

“do you think we could, like… i don’t know, have a fresh start or something? i know i’d love that,” timothee suggested out of the blue, her eyes shooting up to hold his gaze for a seconds as she nodded vigorously in response, a smile of relief breaking on her face; she was glowing. not being able to resist himself, he mirrored her smile and nodded as well, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly.

“i missed you so much, timmy,” she said against his shoulder, her voice coming out muffled.

“i missed you even more.”

“so, should we meet up tomorrow? bagel shop? or dinner? or movie at my place?”

“what about bagel takeout from the best bagel place in the world and movie at my place at 7?”

“it’s a date,” she smiled an ear-to-ear grin, which made his heart flutter and skip a beat.

“it’s a date.”

we should stick together

you’re my best friend, i’ll love you forever (would you come with me?)

they were sitting on the couch, eating their cream cheese bagels while watching a movie timmy had chosen – one that he recalled having watched with her the time they had their first sleepover at his house. he tried hard to focus on the tv and not think about how close to him she was, practically snuggled up against his chest, her hands resting on his lap as they knees were touching.

“this feels so great, timo,” she said at some point, looking up at him with a sweet smile.

“couldn’t agree more,” he replied, leaning down to peck her hair. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to–”

“shush you, it’s okay.”

butterflies erupted in his stomach as he attempted to scooch her back on her side of the couch, claiming he needed some water, and oh how he’d so simply returned to his teenage years, where he would just pop a boner out of anything. don’t, don’t, don’t, he mentally hissed at himself, wanting to prevent the mortification of getting hard in front of her.

“timmy, you’re missing the best part!” she called from the living room, her head slightly hanging from the cushions as she motioned him to get back on the couch. “and i’m missing my pillow.”

“looks like i never stopped being your pillow after all,” he laughed.

“mm, no boyfriend of mine could replace you.”

oh.

timmy’s stomach went into full butterfly mode. his face turned red and his heart began practicing the plop it would made when it would finally burst out of his chest. where was nicholas sparks to write his great love story? fuck hormones. he really wasn’t in the place to go back to fifteen.

“uh, sorry, i didn’t – this came out wrong. i didn’t mean for it to come out like that,” she stumbled after noticing the evident crimson on his cheeks and slight discomfort. timmy tried to reassure her that everything was fine – though it really wasn’t – and returned his attention to the movie on tv (but without knowing that neither of them were watching it anymore.)

“no, i mean, yeah, i know,” he stammered.

“can i ask you something? i need you to be honest with me, though.”

“of course.”

her eyes flickered down to his lips for a moment, and he had to think about rotten vegetables and spilled noodles in order to prevent himself for having a freaking cardiac arrest.

“that day… did you go to the airport? did you wait for me? be honest.”

hesitation. silence. both of those spoke louder than actual words. “yeah.”

“i knew so,” she whispered before giving him the warmest hug he’d received from someone in years. her arms snaked around his torso, her face buried in the crook of his neck, moving it to the side slightly to plant small, short pecks on his cheeks, one of her hands coming up to caress his curls. “i’m sorry.”

(it would get you so)

we could be the greatest, it doesn’t matter if we’re never rich or famous

“mr. laurie laurence, i respectfully bow,” she joked after ‘little women’ came to an end, the lights in the theater turning on as voices began filling the room. timmy had brought her with him to watch the premiere, which she’d so much loved. she’d even cried when jo rejected laurie’s proposal, though she’d already read the book and knew it was coming. she couldn’t help but admire timothee’s talent, how good he’d portrayed laurie. she’d even met saoirse ronan, the fucking legend.

“i take it as you liked it?” timmy asked with a playful smirk, nudging her shoulder.

“liked it? man, i absolutely adored it! you’re such a great actor, timo, i’m so freaking proud of you!” she squealed, giving him a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek. it’d been about two months since their friendship got renewed, which was both perfect and terrible, since he’d found himself falling in love with her all over. not that he’d ever really stopped loving her anyway.

“i’ve arranged a bagel meeting with saoirse at the usual place. wanna come along? i have a feeling you’re her new favorite bestie,” timmy chuckled as he pointed at saoirse still sitting on her chair, waving at the two of them with a huge grin plastered on her face.

“oh gosh, yes, that’d be amazing.”

not even twenty minutes later, she was sitting next to timothee in their booth as saoirse kept asking her questions about how he was as a teenager, if he had more rap songs than his biggest and most known bop ‘statistics’, and things like those. she also wanted to learn things about their friendship (such as how it’d started, etc.) which was sort of uncomfortable, since neither her or timmy wanted to tell her about the fact that she’d… well. avoiding and dodging a couple of her questions, she ended up telling her about each and every one of the school plays he did in high school. little did she know she was looking awe-struck whilst she passionately described to saoirse his acting performances, not missing a single detail. it even slipped from her mouth that she’d watched his ‘prodigal son’ play at manhattan, which had caught timmy by surprise.

“you came to ‘prodigal son’?” he asked, mouth slightly agape.

“couldn’t miss it for the world.”

“but it was three or four years ago. thought… i thought we weren’t…”

“you weren’t what?” saoirse asked, sensing they’d been hiding something from her.

“nothing!” Timothee urged, not letting her speak as his hand landed on her knee, squeezing it tightly in order to stop her from saying anything. “nothing, it’s nothing important.”

“i specifically do not believe you, but it seems like neither of you are comfortable with discussing it, so i’ll drop it. for now,” Saoirse threatened with a wink, noticing that both her and timmy’s cheeks had turned into a light shade of pink as they awkwardly exchanged nervous glances.

“so, um, did you like it? the play?”

“yes, it was mesmerizing. your performance, it was…” she trailed off and it seemed as though she’d let her mind wander to something else momentarily, “… it was stunning. you have a freaking gift, tim, your acting skills are truly inspiring. i’m so, so proud of you, my beautiful boy,” she said sweetly, cupping his cheeks with her hands and giving him a forehead kiss that nearly caused him to choke on his own damn saliva.

“you guys seem like you really love each other,” saoirse commented with a smirk.

“stop it, saoirse, you’re not playing it matchmaker today!” timothee hissed at her, only earning a chuckle from his friend that wiggled her eyebrows smugly. “this is so embarrassing, i’m sorry about her, she can be like that sometimes.”

“it’s fine, it’s not even embarrassing, don’t worry.”

high all the time, high all the time

i wanna be high all the time

Would you come with me?

five months had passed ever since they went back to being best friends. they were spending their evening together at timmy’s place, he’d cooked pizza and some sort of burnt chocolate cake that thankfully was kinda eatable. it was his first attempt into trying to cook dinner for someone, so he ended up getting nervous and almost lighted his house on fire – but it was worth everything once he saw the amused expression on her face, that giant smile of hers that had the power to make his day in a heartbeat, and of course, the bombardment of kisses he received from her.

“man, the sixteen-year-old inside me is screaming right now,” she said enthusiastically, bearing with eating some of the cake just so that she wouldn’t make him sad. “also, this thing tastes better than it looks like, i promise.”

“mmm, you might as well quit lying, i tried it myself a few minutes ago and gagged.”

“i swear, timmy, it’s not that terrible!” she laughed, slapping his shoulder playfully.

“whatever you say,” he replied, slapping her back. “so, um, why is the sixteen-year-old inside you screaming?”

“because of this,” she pointed at the food, “you, us.”

timothee’s heartbeat quickened and he looked down, letting out a weak chuckle. how ironic…

“why did you keep my clothes?”

the question slipped his mouth and she stopped chewing on the cake, frozen. her eyes traveled up and scanned his for a second. she gulped and shrugged her shoulder, clicking her tongue. “i don’t know, i guess it was the only thing remaining from you. some of your sweaters still smell like you, which sounds weird and creepy. i have this black one of yours that has mickey mouse faces all over it, it’s adorable. you were wearing it when we went to paris, when we went to the louvre. sometimes i still like to wear your clothes because they give me those feels of warmth and comfort. plus, i’ve cried endless nights on them, so they’re now my property. don’t even consider trying to get them back.”

at that point, his heart had leapt out of his chest.

he didn’t even know what to say, how to reply to her – the english vocabulary seemed way too poor to describe what he felt for once more. though it was seemingly unhealthy for him to think like that, he couldn’t help that tiny amount of hope that had formed into him, hope that there was still another chance to… no.

“stop eating that cake, you’re gonna get sick,” was all he said, reaching to grab the fork from her hands as she continued to stuff her mouth with the burnt dessert. she shook her head negatively and proceeded to get the fork back from him.

“i want to go to the living room,” she said, gulping down the last piece of the cake victoriously.

“watch a movie with me?”

“no, i just wanna go to the living room.”

“okay…” timmy replied with uncertainty. the two of them got up from their seats and sat themselves on the couch, where she crawled to timmy’s side, arms wrapped around his waist, her head placed on his chest (she could hear how fast his heart was beating against her ear, which made her smile a little). he was hesitant at holding her, his whole body stiff, arms glued to his sides.

“hug me back, tim, i don’t bite.”

he did as she said, all the worries and fears disappearing the moment he let himself inhale the intoxicating smell of her rose oil and peach shampoo that nearly drove him to the edge. he let his eyes close for a few seconds, daydream about how his seventeen-year-old self would have gotten a hard-on instantly if something like that had happened a few years ago.

“are you smelling my hair?” she asked, making him freeze, mortified.

“i…”

“didn’t mean for it to come out like that, it’s okay, you can smell my hair.”

she snuggled even closer to his chest and raised her chin up to look at him. her beautiful eyes caught his gaze. she muttered a soft ‘timmy’, it came out like a whisper, but she noticed that his ears perked up, biting the inside of his lip. he stared at her for a second, before turning towards the ceiling and then back to her. his eyes flickered down to her lips, and she felt her heart jump into her throat. though it was only for a brief second, it was obvious enough for her to understand what he wanted.

“i like it when you call me that,” he spoke after a moment. timothee shifted a little, leaning towards her, his thumb grazing against her neck. her eyes closed, the rest of her senses heightened as his nose brushed against hers, then his forehead. neither of them knew how they got there exactly, but it wasn’t like they cared anyway. her hands came up to the back of his neck, almost playing with his curls, and there was a moment where he leaned in, their lips almost touching. he was chewing on his bottom lip like he was holding himself back, but then he just closed his eyes and buried his face on the crook of her neck.

“timothee hal chalamet,” she said sternly, her hands cupping his cheeks and bringing his face back to its previous position, his breath was feathery against her lips, and she sighed longingly, leaning in closer. all rational thought was gone, all that mattered was timothee, his eyes, his mouth, the way he was looking at her like he had never wanted anything as much as he wanted to kiss her.

leaning in closer, the smell of him surrounding her, she placed a very soft kiss to his lips, closing her eyes again and putting her hand on his face. he slid one hand slowly up her thigh, pressing closer and applying more pressure to her mouth. they stayed still for a few seconds, breathing each other in before begging to move. he kissed her slowly, so very slowly, his movements tentative and full of desire. his other hand encircled her waist to tug her closer, and she sighed against his mouth. timmy shuddered at the sound he made, pulling away from the kiss, staring at her, his lips damp with saliva.

“mmm, wait, wait, hold up,” he groaned, eyes still closed as he cupped her cheeks, bringing her back to his eye level. “what’s happening? what are we doing?”

she scanned his gaze for a second and tilted her head to the side. “okay, here goes nothing,” she took a deep breath and caressed his cheek as timothee leaned into her touch. “i’m in love with you, timmy. i think i’ve always loved you, i was just too scared to admit it to myself or something, which is not an excuse, and i’m a fucking piece of shit, honestly. when you said you loved me, it rocked my world. i was too shook and pushed you away, so… i don’t think i deserve you. at all.”

“hey, no, don’t say that,” he cut her off softly, running his fingers through her hair.

“it’s true, though, you deserve so much better than me.”

“you,” he squished her cheeks together, her lips now looking as though they were posing for a duck face photo, and gave her a quick kiss. “i never stopped loving you. and don’t put yourself down like that, you may have broken my heart once, but that belongs to the past. i want you to be my boyfriend and i’ll be your girlfriend – shit, no, i didn’t say that right – i want us to be in a relationship. i love you so much and it’d mean the world to me if you let me be your boyfriend.”

she chuckled and kissed him forcefully and with purpose this time. he kissed her back eagerly, daring her to take it further. she groaned, unable to hold it back, and slipped her tongue slowly into his mouth. the two of them grew closer together as time seemed to fade away. before either of them knew it, timmy’s hand had traveled up her shirt, as hers was tugging at the hair on the nape of his neck.

both of them shared shaky breaths as he slowly curved his hand around her breast, his touch was as light as a feather, and she placed her hand on top of his, silently giving him the okay to feel her. soon enough, his hands were adorned on her hips, both of their lips already swollen from making out.

“i don’t know why this took me so damn long,” she whispered after breaking the kiss.

“but it’s finally happening,” timothee added with a smile.

“it is,” she kissed him again, just a small peck on the lips. “are you ever going to forgive me? truly?”

“in fact you haven’t noticed…” he murmured quietly against her neck, where he’d buried his head, peppering soft kisses at the length of it, “…i’ve forgiven you a long time ago.”

if you can just let me know if it’s okay

to call you when i’m lonely

FIN.

#timothee chamalet #timothée chamalet #timmy chalamet #oneshot #timothee chalamet x reader #a little bit of angst #fluff #so much fluff #angst #very angsty #strong language #kinda sad #timothee chalamet prompt #timothee chalamet oneshot #timothee chalamet x yn #loads of warnings #must protecc at all costs #HE IS ADORABLE #timothee is the loml

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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Hey, lovely! For your sleepover. How about...

“I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”

Please feel free to ignore if you received this. 💖

Checking In

Summary// A hotel getaway with Bucky's favorite receptionist

Warnings// Lil angsty, some fluff, some smut, cursing, tiny mention of drinking, 18 plus only, minors dni

Note// I kinda love this request. I didn't use the quote, but its based off of the quote, this also got LONG and took sooo long.

My new masterlist and taglist will hopefully be done tomorrow night.

Im really hoping it doesn't flop bc I'm lowkey proud of it and also spent a lot of time on it

MASTERLIST

Moodboard by @commonintrest

This was the slowest Bucky had went with someone in a very long time. Three dates in and he hadn't even had the chance to see you naked. It was driving him crazy to say the least.

Anyone else wouldn't have gotten a call back, but for you; it made him want it even more. So, he came up with an idea to take that extra step.

Walking into the hotel you worked at, he gave a nod to the security guard and flashed you a charming smile; his hair much shorter than when you saw him last. "Like the haircut." You said, turning in the chair to look at him. "Feels more... professional."

"Checking in again?" You asked, leaning your chin on the base of your palm, reaching your other hand to card your fingers through the short hair.

Bucky shook his head and leaned his forearms on the desktop. "No. We are checking in somewhere else. Tonight, when you're off."

His eyes trailed down to the top of your blouse, looking at the few buttons that where open. "Buck, I'm not staying in a hotel with you." You smiled, shaking your head. "Come on, I'll sleep on the couch if you're too uncomfortable." He smirked.

You thought it over for a moment before sighing and nodding your head. "Yeah, ok." You agreed, letting him pull you in for a brief kiss by the back of your neck. "Fantastic. I'll be here at five to get you."

"I'll have to go get cl-" Bucky shook his head at you. "Won't need 'em." He said, turning to walk out. "Bucky, don't you dare."

"See ya tonight, pretty girl."

As promised, five o'clock hit and Bucky was pulling in front of the doors in his sleek black car; quickly getting out.

His usual suit was traded in for a more casual button up tee and dark jeans, the prosthetic that matched the shape of his right arm perfectly on display.

He rounded the desk and picked up your bag. "You can't be back here." You teased, making him roll his eyes. "Come along, babydoll. We have plans." He said, hand between your shoulder blades to guide you with him.

Bucky's plan would surely get that extra step at least jumpstarted. The heated make out sessions in his car when he dropped you off were starting to get to him.

He refused to call anyone else to handle the tightening of his jeans, the wait made him yearn for you even more.

So, he patiently waited as you changed into the lavender sundress he'd sent for, listened and talked over dinner on the patio of the motel, and just basked in your enjoyable presence.

"Dance with me." You said, hand laying on his bicep. He chuckled lightly and shook his head. "I don't dance, sugar."

You raised your eyebrows and cocked your head to the side, fingers tracing down the vein that ran the length of his arm and to his hand. "Well, you're going to, or you'll be sleeping in that room alone." You laced your fingers in his and he looked at you with an amused expression. "Oh, really now?"

"Mhm, c'mon. It's a slow one, so you won't embarass yourself." You teased, feeling his hands on your hips as soon as you turned your back to him. "I never said I couldn't dance. Just that I don't, babydoll." His gruff voice said in your ear, moving to stand in front of you once in the midst of the other couples enjoying their night.

"Couldn't say no to you if I tried anyways." He said softly as your hands rested on the back of his neck, his on the dip of your waist.

The Bucky who took you on dates was different than the Bucky who strolled in your lobby at least once every two weeks. He wasn't glowering when he looked at you; instead he had a smile that made the corner of his eyes crinkle and your heart flutter.

He hadn't smiled so hard and so much in years. He was addicted. To your voice, fiery attitude, and gleaming smile; and he couldn't even imagine how much more he'd crave once he finally got a taste of you.

"Gonna let me sleep in the bed, pretty girl?" He cooed, hands roaming over the swell of your ass. "Of course, Mr Barnes." You grinned, pecking a kiss to his dimpled chin. "Could dance with you all night if you wanted me to." He said, squeezing gently. "I wouldn't complain."

His lips slotted over yours, your eyes fluttering shut at the softness of them.

He suddenly lifted his head, bottom lip brushing the tip of your nose as you opened your eyes again.

Bucky's cold demeanor he usually had while walking through the lobby of the hotel returned, smile fading into a deep scowl as he looked at something behind you.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, worry lacing your voice as you cupped his stubbled jaw in your hands, feeling the muscle of it flex. "Just stay close." He murmured, pulling you closer to his front.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, lips parting to say something, but the stern look in his eyes stopping you as they stayed glued on whatever was behind you.

"Barnes, didn't expect to see you here- like this." A voice that was slightly higher in pitch than Bucky's sounded from behind you.

Bucky tucked you into his side, hand on the small of your back as he stared at the shorter man. "Just enjoying my night. That a problem?"

You swallowed thickly and gripped onto the back of Bucky's shirt, crumbling the perfectly ironed fabric in your fist as your heart pounded. "Needa talk." The man said.

Bucky's eyes flicked to a group of men sitting at the corner of the patio before looking back to the man in from of him. "Go sit down. Order us some more drinks." Bucky said sternly. "Bucky-"

He finally looked down at you with an icy stare, making you shrink back slightly. "Now isn't the time to argue with me. Go sit down." The tone of his voice was one you hadn't heard before.

You nodded and turned to walk back to the table, picking at your nails as you took your seat again.

Looking to where Bucky was sat at the table with the group, you chewed your bottom lip. You knew what you were getting into when accepting that first date, you just didn't think it'd follow you everywhere.

He tried to stay patient, he was in rival territory and knew it was a terrible idea; but this was one of the nice hotels and he wanted the weekend spent right. Keeping his cool was the only way he was going to be able to do that.

He was barely even listening to half of what the men were saying, glancing over at your nervous posture as you picked the nails he had just paid to get manicured; even though you protested against taking his money.

Until one statement had his head snapping back towards one of them. "The girl seems... sweet. Make you happy?" It wasn't meant in a way a friend would ask when checking up on another friend. Bucky felt it burn through him like a threat.

"Yeah, well, she's got a mouth on her and I'm losing my patience. So, you men have a good night, you owe my girl an apology for ruining her night." He stood, teeth gritting together.

You noticed Bucky's tense stance and straightened in your seat as he got closer. "Rude bastards." Bucky grumbled, taking your hand in his and tugging for you to stand. "What did they want?"

Bucky thought about lying, but he promised you he wouldn't. "Talk business. Can't believe they'd interrupt me over stupid bullshit." He sneered, pulling you along with him back into the hotel. "Where are we going? They're going to bill you for those drinks." You huffed, picking up your pace to walk next to him. "Don't care."

By the time the two of you reached the door to your room, Bucky had you pressed against it; fumbling to swipe the key card as his lips attacked yours.

Your hands fisted into the front of his shirt to keep your balance as shoes were kicked off, Bucky backing you towards the bed with his large hands holding the sides of your face.

You fell back onto the bed when the backs of your knees met the edge of the mattress, taking him with you; Bucky's body parting your legs.

The kiss was hungry and desperate, sharing breaths as his hands gripped at your outer thighs and pawed their way under the skirt of your dress.

You pulled away from the kiss, breathless as he dipped his head to latch his lips on the underside of your jaw. "Bucky, wait-" You panted, pressing his shoulders lightly. "What?" He breathed, stopping all movements as he looked at you; eyes dark and lips kiss swollen. "I-"

"You're a virgin. We can wait, if so." He cut you off, face dropping slightly. "No, no. It's not that. I just haven't had sex in awhile." You said, gnawing at your tongue. "Want me to go slower?"

"I just don't want to take things too fast." You whispered, tracing the collar of his shirt with your fingertips.

Bucky took a deep inhale, warm hand moving to hold your chin. "Babygirl, listen. I'm not going to kick you out of my bed when we're done. You got me attached with this damn chase you gave me. Wanna take care of you. Okay?"

You nodded and pulled him back down to you, his tongue slipping between your lips as his fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt.

Gently pushing them away, you replaced his hands with yours to pop the buttons open as his tongue glided across every inch of your mouth he could reach.

You lifted your back off of the mattress for his hand to feel for the zipper of your dress, grazing your fingers down the tensing muscles of his chest and abdomen; stopping at the button of his jeans.

"Don't get shy now, take 'em off." Bucky mumbled against your lips, sliding the straps of your dress off of your shoulders.

The wetness between your legs grew as your tugged at his belt, whimpering into his mouth when he pressed his hips against you to show how hard he was.

Pulling away, Bucky sat up to tug your dress down your torso and legs; eyes drinking in the beautiful sight in front of him as he shoved his jeans off and palmed himself through his boxers.

"Take the shirt off." You panted, backing up the bed. A smirk grew on his face, metal thumb sliding back and forth in the waistband of his boxers as he looked at your glistening folds. "Ask nicely and I just might." He taunted. "Please."

You watched the way his muscles flexed with each movement, the shirt sliding off of his arms and to the floor; revealing the mess of scars Bucky hoped you'd ignore and a large tattoo on his ribcage.

Next were his boxer briefs, pooling at his feet as his cock twitched in the air; swollen tip red and leaking precum. "You're staring, babydoll." He said, voice low as he moved his body back over yours.

"Can't help it." You swallowed, the weight of his cock against your thigh as you felt the firmness of his back. His hand slipped between your bodies to guide himself to your heat, spreading your slick with his tip.

"So wet, barely even touched you yet." You whined at his words and gripped his shoulders. "Buck, please. Stop the teasing."

The smirk on his face grew before he brushed his lips against yours. "Hm, I don't know. Kept me waitin' so long, might just tease you a little more." He hummed. You bucked your hips against him, his tip barely pressing into you. "Fuck..." Bucky said in a low groan, a shudder passing through his body.

He made sure you felt every ridge and vein, pulling breathy sounds from you when he pushed deeper. Your walls so tight and warm around him, he already had to hold off his release.

"Look at me, sweet girl." He breathed, nipping at your bottom lip and rolling his hips into yours.

When you opened your eyes, the adoring look in Bucky's made your breath hitch. Hands wedging under your back as he sat up, holding you to him so you were sitting on his thick thighs.

"So beautiful." He groaned as his hands glided over the curve of your back to your ass, metal and flesh fingers digging into the skin.

Guiding your hips in a faster pace, he could feel you clenching around him, swallowing the blissed out sounds you made with a breath taking kiss as his grip on you tightened.

The soft ow that passed your lips made Bucky loosen his grip and move you in a slower pace. "Need me to slow down?" He panted, pulling away from you slightly.

You frantically shook your head, hands clinging to his shoulders; needing to feel his skin against yours. "No-no. Don't stop, please, keep going." You whined, bucking your hips along with him.

In a swift movement, your back was pressed back into the mattress. Your fingers laced with Bucky's as he pinned your hands at the sides of your head, his hips meeting yours in a faster, rougher pace that knocked the breath from your lungs and made your head spin; his cock sliding against every sweet spot, some that you didn't even know existed.

Salacious sounds from both of you echoed around the room, your eyes fluttering shut again and body arching into him so your front was flush to his as the coil snapped.

"There you go, baby. Feel so good, so worth the wait." Bucky moaned out, chasing his own release with shorter thrusts.

A whimper of his name falling from your sweet lips sent him over the edge, his hips flush to yours as he spilled into you with a guttural moan.

He slowly rocked his hips into yours, riding the blissful feeling for all that it was as he looked over your blissed out face.

It was the moment your eyes peaked out, staring back into his lust darkened ones that Bucky knew. You were the one thing he needed to protect. To hold close and never let go.

A tender kiss was placed on your lips, a satisfied hum leaving Bucky as he slipped from between your legs to lay beside you.

You slowly moved off of the bed to grab a shirt and go to clean up, legs feeling wobbly with each step to and from the bathroom.

Bucky sat on the edge of the bed when you walked back into the adjoined room, legs still a little jelly feeling as you made you way back to him.

He laughed, an actual belly laugh that made your heart swell as he pulled you between his parted thighs. "I have some... unexpected business to take care of in the morning."

You nodded lightly and sat your hands on his shoulders. "I want you to stay in this room and keep the door locked. When I come back, we'll do something." He promised, gently massaging your sides. "Something, huh?"

A squeak escaped your throat when you were pinned back underneath Bucky, his hips pressing into you. "Oh, don't you get me started. I'll keep you up all night."

#bucky barnes #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky x reader #bucky imagine #bucky barnes smut #mafia!au #mafia!bucky smut #mafia!bucky #mob!bucky #mob!bucky smut

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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May I request some hawks headcanons please? 🥺👉👈 I love when people talk about his lil bird like traits or tendencies! I could totally see him cooing and making noises while cuddling or when his girlfriend is sad! He’d totally make a nest on his big ass bed and find random things to give to his girlfriend! You can add some NSFW too if you want! I just love hawks with bird tendencies thank you <3

— bird tendencies w/ keigo takami

⇝ pairing(s): keigo takami x gn!reader

⇝ rating: mature, 18+.

⇝ genre: smut, fluff.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! this request has been split into sfw and nsfw so please read with caution. unprotected sex ( please wear protection ) oral sex ( male receiving ), male masturbation, mentions of rut, breeding kink, cumplay, dry humping and overstimulation.

⇝ author’s note(s): wew its been a while!! sorry that this took so long but im super excited to be back and posting requests, they’ll slowly be rolling out over the coming weeks so i hope you’re all excited!! i really liked writing this one and hope you don’t mind that i made it gender neutral!

⇝ masterlist | requests

sfw !!

okay so we all know keigo is just one giant walking man bird

and one thing about make birds is that they can’t differentiate between reflections and real life, so every time keigo walks past a mirror in your apartment

he thinks it’s another male bird CHALLENGING him for the right to court you

sometimes you wake up to like a whole bunch of hooting like ??? what the fuck ???

so you get up and just see the big dummy squaring up to himself in the mirror HDJSJD HELP

“yn get behind me ! this mother fucker tried to break in !!”

“kei baby, that’s just your reflection.”

“oh.”

defo PUFFS up his wings when you’re talking to someone he doesn’t like.

he’s your big bad bird man and he’s going to protect you!!

because he’s a pro hero he doesn’t really get to see you during the week :( so while your out working he often leaves stuff on your front porch / balcony as a gift

birds love shiny things so it’s often a necklace, a diamond, a bracelet— anything shiny that catches his eye 🥺 you get it

you always call him after and tell him not to spend so much money on you but he claims it doesn’t hurt his pockets ( he must be earning big buck as the number two as well )

“keigo? did you even CHECK the price tag on this necklace??”

“kkrkrkrk can’t hear you babe Krkrkrk you’re breaking up !! *scrunches up paper* too much static will call you later bye!”

like you said, when he senses that you’re sad he’ll often build a nest for you to come home too

fills it with all your favourite snacks and pretty rocks that reminded him of you.

literally tucks you under his wing and sings you a little birdie song to help you sleep 🥺

will probably accidentally wake you up in the morning by cooing :(

but it’s okay cos he brought you breakfast !!

it totally wasn’t a dead rabbit that he caught you lol

nsfw !!

like any bird, keigo goes through a rut.

when you first started dating he tried to keep it away from you but you ended up going over to his to check on him anddd

there he was, legs spread out wide to jerk himself to orgasm.

and ofc you stayed to help.

gets really possessive of you when leading up to his rut— doesn’t let you leave his sight and hates when you come back from work smelling like other males.

when you’re not around or are away he sends you audio recordings of him fucking pillows, cocksleevs, fleshlights anything he can think of to get some release.

pls just get to this man as soon as you can

fucks you from behind on his bed, cumming on your ass and back until all he can smell is his sex on you.

“look at you baby bird, covered in my fucking cum...you look so fucking delicious.”

will literally hump your leg and end up creaming in his pants when he’s too far gone.

makes you suck him off to clean it up after.

even through his haze he’ll do his best to pleasure you, stimulating your sex or eating you out before hand.

primal urge to have you filled and stuffed with his cum, in your sex or your mouth he doesn’t care.

can go from hours of slow grinding and teasing you to making the both of you cum in a matter of minutes.

his wings always spread out w i d e when he blows his load.

he’s super super vocal too, will whine so brokenly and prettily and but also never stops with dirty talk NEVER

“gonna fuckin take that cock baby? yea? want me to fuck up those insides?”

cums inside you or on your ass. no in between.

he doesn’t like to waste it okay :(

you have to swallow the whole load if it’s in your mouth, he wants you to fucking savour the taste !!

if you let some drip he’ll defo fuck your mouth again, cream in it and make you hold the cum in your mouth while makes you ride him to over sensitivity <3

leaves bruises and bites all over you and then ends up kissing each and every one of them after his rut.

WHEN EYE SAY YOU ARE MARKED FOR DAYSSS

always cleans you up with a warm bath and plenty of water for you both to drink :(

literally takes the best care of his baby bird, he loves you so much.

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murdertoothpick · 3 years

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If you are available and interested, I would like to request NSFW Crosshair x F!Reader (potentially unrequited) and Clone Trooper x F!Reader. It is for Song Lyric Prompt 51. More specifically, Crosshair has a thing for a woman (maybe on the team, whatever works) who is already with a 'reg'. As good/special as Crosshair is, F!Reader has her eyes elsewhere.

dying to be him

Crosshair x fem!Reader, and a side of Jesse x fem!Reader | w/c: 2491

501 follower prompt list - [2] jealousy and [51] 'isn't it messed up how im just dying to be him' | 'sugar we're going down' by fall out boy | and other requests: 'a little something with maybe jealousy and/or prompt 51 with wolffe? or maybe rex? or jesse? or whoever really...' and 'Crosshair/fem!reader rough angsty smut.’

Warnings: smUT, jealous!crosshair, kinda rough, dirty talk, some degradation, unprotected p in v sex, creampie, closet sex, sort of break up sex, arsehole!crosshair but its hot in my opinion, angst, 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: jazzed this up a lil, hope y'all don't mind. wanted to hit a few at once, you can call it lazy but i say efficiency. plus, this was meant to be a drabble but it got out of hand HAHA

Had it been someone else's door, Crosshair would have continued by, not sparing the sounds a second thought. But as he approaches your room, looking for some sympathy at close to midnight, he can't help but linger, ears tuning in to the noises behind the door.

'I'm - kark - gonna cum!' you squeal, adding meaning to the incessant clanging of metal on metal (undoubtedly now, the sound of your bed frame against the wall). He knows it's you, having pulled the same reaction from you on several occasions, typically after a hard battle or a late night out. But what he doesn't recognise is the accompanying grunts of a man that's not him, the muffled noises becoming more pronounced as you no doubt reach your highs—'Oh kark!' he hears you mewl, shameless in your private quarters.

Crosshair stands outside longer than he should—whether he's waiting or deciding how to act, he doesn't know. He could leave. In fact, he should leave. But a twisted feeling in his stomach keeps him in place as he struggles to comprehend the current situation. His body has chosen to wait, whether it's to catch a clue as to who your new companion is, or what the nature of your relationship with him actually is—he doesn't know. But it leaves a bitter taste on his tongue.

It was bound to happen one way or another; either you decided that maybe you wanted something more from each other, or one of you moving on to someone else.

He just thought that if it would be the latter, it'd be him.

It's not that he didn't think anybody else would want you—of course not, you're gorgeous, kind, and have a hell of a personality—but he didn't think anybody would dare pursue you after he's made his claim.

But she's not yours, he has to remind himself.

Why does he even care anyway? It's not like you two were in a relationship. It was a mutually beneficial agreement: sex with no commitments, no strings attached. Hell, you both agreed you could still see other people. He just didn't think either of you would.

The terms were stupid, he decides.

Crosshair feels betrayed. Did you not feel the same way he does? After all those nights under him: feeling him, breathing him in, knowing him in a way nobody else did...Did those nights mean nothing to you?

The noises have since dyed out and Crosshair finds his fist ghosting over the door, in the position to knock. He hesitates—and then he hears the shuffling of footsteps. It's only then does his body work with him, pulling him away from the door and out into the adjacent corridor.

But as he hides around the corner—his head thumping with anxiety and what could be embarrassment—he's confused by the familiarity of the voice that bids you goodbye.

That is, until the man walks past with a skip in his step, and Crosshair catches sight of the Republic Crest tattooed on his head.

That night, Crosshair tends to his own release alone and frustrated. He conjures up images of you from his memory, no stranger to the way you look, the way you feel or sound when he fucks you. But at the edge of his mind, he unwillingly imagines Jesse exploring your body the same way the sniper has, wondering if he hits the same pressure points, reaches just as deep as him, or fucks as good as he says he does.

He doesn't want to know. Not really.

Crosshair tries not to dwell on the way you avoid his gaze at mealtime, or the way you smile shyly when Wrecker points out a certain glow to you. It infuriates him, not being the one responsible for it.

He doesn't think he's jealous. Crosshair has seen you wince from the soreness in your legs after he's fucked you against the wall. He's seen you sob into the mattress as he takes you from behind. He's seen you on your knees and begging for him. He scoffs. Jesse has nothing on him. At least, he thought so until last night.

And while Crosshair tends to keep to himself, he can't help but run his mouth at the vague mention of your night with Jesse.

'Yeah, fucking a reg must've been fun,' he had sneered over the table, eyes narrowed and flitting to where some troopers of the 501st were sitting in the mess hall.

Appaled by the lack of decency he had shown to the rest of the group and the lack of respect towards you, you clenched your jaw, gesturing to the door with the nod of your head, 'Let's talk.'

You didn't talk, not really. Unless you counted shouting at each other in a storage room, your raised voices unheard through the durasteel door.

'These were your terms!'

'I didn't think you'd fuck a reg!'

'Jesse's nice!'

'He's a downgrade!'

'FROM WHAT?'

'FROM ME.'

He's unbelievable, you had thought to yourself. And you were seething, nostrils flared as you squared up to the man in front of you.

Crosshair feels inclined to be snarky, wanting to comment on how cute you look. But he's just as irritated as you, and he's not sure how much fuel he wants to add to the fire.

'Fuck. You.' you scowl, trying to move past him.

He plants his hand on the door frame, creating a plain barrier to prevent your exit. It takes everything in you to keep your breath steady as he leans towards your face.

'You can,' he whispers, and you can barely hear it with the pounding of your heart out of your chest. 'We can, for one last time.'

You stare up at him, heat rising to your face as you consider his proposition.

His hand leaves the door frame so that he can brush his thumb against your cheek, it's almost tender. 'Let me take care of you, one last time.'

Your heart involuntarily flutters, a warmth filling you in tandem with the heat between your thighs. But this is Crosshair. You don't want warm. You don't want him to promise something he can't give you. You want him to fuck you like he's always had. Hard and rough.

You surge up to kiss him, lips colliding in fiery passion, a mess of teeth and tongue. It's hot, you with your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down towards you, and his hands are everywhere, finally pulling one of your thighs up to his hip to secure your body to his as he dips you.

You grind into him. It's frantic and lacking grace, especially since you can only do so much with one leg around his waist. He tugs at your bottom lip hungrily with his teeth, his hands groping your ass and pressing you harder against his codpiece, and the cool surface of the material sending a chill up your spine.

'Don't drop me,' you breathe against him, before your hands release their hold on his shoulders to slide between your bodies. You unclapse his codpiece, tossing it aside with a loud clang— neither of you really concerned when you both moan at the new, less restrained, friction between your intimate parts. Your hand snakes into his blacks, palming his member upon first contact.

'Ah - kark,' he groans as you take him into your hand. You smirk into the kiss, languidly dragging your fist along the length of his cock, feeling it harden with your slow movements.

Crosshair begins trailing kisses along your jaw, breath hot on your skin, and his pants becoming quicker in succession as you pump him faster into your fist. You yelp when he bites your neck, your hand giving him a particularly hard jerk of his cock in response, and then he's pulling you back to your feet and forcing your hand away from him, looking down at you with an intense gaze.

'Kriffing hells girl,' he growls, 'I'm not gonna last if you keep doing that.'

'What? You don't want to cum?' you jest, eyes narrowing in a challenge.

He glowers, eyes darkening as they cast over you. 'Don't wanna cum anywhere but in that pretty pussy.'

Yeah, your legs almost give out.

He captures your lips again, hungry and just a little more desperate than last time. He detaches only for his teeth to nip and graze at your collarbone. It's so kriffing hot that you're distracted from his wandering hands, making their way down to the band of your GAR-regulated skirt.

He inserts a hand into your panties, chuckling as his fingers run through your slick. 'So wet for a girl who just got fucked last night,' he derides, pride rising to his face as you clutch at his arms, rolling your hips in an attempt to get him to touch you. 'So needy.'

You whine as he inserts two fingers into your entrance, pumping them slowly to help slicken you up.

'Fuck, Crosshair,' you keen, biting your lip as you make eye contact with him through half-lidded eyes, 'Keep going.'

The movement quickens in pace just a little, mostly just becoming more forceful with each push. You keen against him in a mix of pleasure and pain as he begins scissoring you, slender fingers preparing you for the girth of his cock—currently straining in his blacks as he watches your face contort under his ministrations.

With his other hand, Crosshair frees his cock, pumping it to spread the precum that has gathered on the tip. He slowly removes his fingers from your cunt, careful to keep you steady, and then he's pulling one of your legs up to his hip and positioning his tip at your entrance.

'Greedy little girl,' he snarks, pushing the tip into you dreadfully slowly, 'taking two cocks in 24 hours.' You moan as he buries himself deeper, your walls convulsing erratically around him.

'Crosshair, please,' you whine, pulling his face to yours so he can see the desperation and lust in your eyes. 'Fuck me.'

He rolls his eyes at your impatience as he finally fits all of him inside you, reaching deep and prodding at your cervix. 'Relax, pretty girl. I said I'd take care of you.' He leans down to kiss you once again, this time a soft peck that makes you groan in irritation.

And then he's pulling out and fucking you like he always has. Fast and rough.

Crosshair grits his teeth as he pounds into you, eyes almost fixated in a glare as he fucks out his frustrations.

'What would your new boy toy say if he knew you were taking my cock not even 24 hours after his?' he grunts, hips pistoning into yours with an unforgiving pace.

He knows that Jesse isn't just a boy toy. He knows your new relationship with him is different to yours with Crosshair. He knows it's probably more fulfilling, and something you deserve.

He knows Jesse will make you happier than he ever could.

But Crosshair just runs his mouth. Because it's only as he's releasing his pent up frustrations that he can at least show a semblance of his emotional bitterness. It's honest at least.

'If I knew you wanted two cocks, we could've just asked Hunter. You didn't have to fuck a reg.'

Crosshair is seething. But he refuses to show any further vulnerability, especially not when you're so kriffing tight around his cock that he just wants to savour the feeling while he still can.

All you can do is moan, loud and shamelessly as he pins you against the wall with his unrelenting thrusts. High pitched whines contrast the low, gravelly groans the sniper lets out, him being too wrapped up in you to try to suppress them.

Your lack of verbal response makes him smug.

'What? Cockdumb are we?'

You open your mouth to answer, but it falls into a gasp as his hips begin thrusting up into you, his hands gripping your hips to keep you still in the new angle.

'Gonna miss this pretty pussy,' he grunts, breaths getting heavier. 'Gonna - kark! - cum inside...so you can feel me for a few hours longer. You want that, pretty girl?'

Your vocal chords finally work again when he begins rubbing rapid circles at your clit, the friction so painful but in the best way. 'Yes! Please...I want it.'

'Kriffing of course you do...you gonna cum soon? I feel you clamping down on me, that - kark! - tight little cunt.'

'Yesss,' you begin to chant, eyes screwing shut as you near your high, 'don't stop don't stop don't stop.'

As if Crosshair would stop knowing that this is the last time he gets to have you. There is no way in hell he'd be taking this for granted—especially since that's exactly what he had done with you. It's now his biggest regret.

'That's it, cum for me. I know you can. Just one last time,' he's set on not finishing unless you do, 'One last time for me.'

That sends you over the edge, into a silent cry as your body all but writhes against him as he continues fucking you, no doubt close to his climax. Your body feels almost numb, and you have to bring your attention to your other senses to regain clarity. The sounds are absolutely filthy: skin slapping skin and squelching as his cock slides in and out of your cunt, soaked with your release.

Crosshair growls at the sight of your fucked out face, chest huffing with pride as he reaches the peak of pleasure. His thrusts don't relent as he is overcome with that final wave of that euphoria—he continues to bury his cock deep inside you, begging for you to 'take it, Take my cock. Take my cum. All of it. It's yours. S'always been yours.'

You take every last drop, knowing it's the last time you will.

It's not until he pulls out, your bodies almost limp with exhaustion and pleasure, that the gravity of the situation collides full force into you.

You have no idea what to even say to him now. Thank you? How were you supposed to work with him after this whole...relationship? Was it even a relationship? This is not how breakups go. It's not a breakup, you remind yourself.

But fuck. Why does it hurt like one?

After flattening the front of your skirt, you look at him in this light for one last time. You're not interested in having a full conversation with him, not while you're both blissed out and in an after-sex haze.

You awkwardly shuffle to the door, opening it and smiling sadly at him over your shoulder. 'I'll see you around.'

He stops you with a small call of your name, and you allow yourself the vulnerability of looking back to hear him continue.

'Jesse's a lucky guy.'

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