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atomicami · 8 months

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special snapshot

tattoo artist!abby anderson x fem!reader

- summary: you decide to tease abby before she meets an important client at her shop by sneaking in a special photograph of yourself. once she finds it during her shift at work, she decides to have a private photo session with you in the bedroom.

- content: smut MDNI, no outbreak/modern au, vegas living, established relationship, a bad australian impression (sorry aussies ily), lots of picture taking, strap usage (r!receiving), possessive dom!abby, submissive headspace (r), abby’s custom strap (if ykyk), abby refers to her strap as her cock, use of nicknames towards reader (angel, princess, sweet girl etc), edging, overuse of the words ‘inked’ and ‘tatted’ bc i can’t think of anything else

- author’s note: the wait is finally over, you asked and i delivered. here is my first tattoo artist!abby one shot! this is the first idea that came to my mind at the time, but i might make more of these if y’all like this one.

if you’re new to my page and haven’t seen my original post about tattoo artist!abby, you can find that here. a lot of references i’ve made in this fic come directly from my hc post.

also, i have a masterlist now so y’all can easily find my fics and see what i’m currently working on :)

- middle pic creds to @abbystanaccount

“Come on, come on…hurry up already…”

You were pacing around the bathroom floor, impatiently waiting as the image below you still appeared white. Your girlfriend was running late for work right now because she’d spent the past 10 minutes endlessly searching throughout her apartment for something that was currently in your possession.

“Babe! I still can’t find it! Are you sure you haven’t seen my camera anywhere?”

Abby’s looked around every single area in her apartment so many times that she’s lost count. Every single area except the four walls that surround you right now. Her Polaroid camera was there, sitting on the bathroom counter in front of you, right next to a photograph that was still waiting to develop.

You grabbed the photograph and began to shake it again before setting it back down. After a couple more attempts, it finally began to develop. You smiled as you picked up the photograph, shaking it one last time for good measure before seeing the fully developed image you took of yourself. The plan you had come up with today was sinister, and you were all in for it.

“Babe! Have you checked for it in my room again?”

Abby’s footsteps were approaching the bedroom, causing you to quickly grab your pants from the floor and put them back on. You then grabbed the photograph and carefully placed it in your back pocket before taking the camera and leaving the en suite bathroom. By the time Abby walked in and saw you, you still had her camera in your hands.

“There it is!” She exclaimed before sighing in relief. “Where was it?”

“You left it by the window over there.” You reply, pointing over to her bedroom window with your free hand.

“Wow, you have a good eye, babe. I never would have guessed it’d be there.” She took the camera from your hands and wrapped her arms around you. This brief moment allowed you to take the developed piece of film out of your back pocket and quickly slide it into the back pocket of her dark wash jeans. Luckily, your girlfriend was too distracted about today to even notice.

“I’ve got this first-time client coming from Australia today to get a tattoo…” She began as she broke her hug from you. “He said he loves my work and wants—“ She cuts herself off as she checks the back of the camera. “Damn it, I’m out of film…” She let out a sigh once she saw the little 0 appearing in white next to the film cartridge compartment. There were no more shots left on her camera.

Well, there was one left…but you already used it.

Abby didn’t think anything of it though. She figured that she used up the last 10 shots between her past clients and her previous photo sessions with you in the bedroom. “I’ll have to pick up some film on my way to the shop, hopefully I’ll get there before my client comes in…” You watched as Abby opened up the back of the camera and took out the empty film cartridge before tossing it out and closing the compartment. She looked up and smiled at you, quickly rushing in to kiss you. “Thanks again for finding it, babe. I’ll let you know when I’m back from work, yeah?”

You nodded in response, kissing her back. “Of course babe, good luck with the client today!” Abby shot another smile back at you before leaving her room. Once you heard her keys jingle and the front door closing, you let out a breath of relief. If it weren’t for Abby being so distracted by this big client flying over halfway around the world just to get a tattoo done by her, she most definitely would have caught you a lot sooner. But luckily, she took the bait.

Now all you had to do was wait for her to find it.

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Abby hurriedly got out of her car upon arriving at her shop. Once she entered inside, she saw her special client there talking to Nora at reception. She was super relieved to have made it in time.

“There she is!” Nora exclaimed once she saw her. “Speak of the devil, we were just talking about you.”

Abby raised an eyebrow at her as she approached the reception area. “All good things, I hope?” she said jokingly before looking over to her client. “I’m Abby, you must be Nathan?” she asked, extending a hand for him to shake it. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting for too long.”

Nathan shook his head in response as he shook her hand. “It’s no worries mate, I just got in a few minutes ago.”

“Sounds good, I can get you started over here.” She brings Nathan over to her station to get himself situated. “I was working on your piece last night and came up with a few options for you to choose from.” Abby sets her things down at her desk while turning over to him and pulling her phone out of her pocket. Her back pocket. The same pocket that you slipped the photograph in less than an hour ago.

But what Abby didn’t notice was that the photograph had slipped out of her back pocket and onto the ground right behind her.

Abby didn’t notice it, but Nora sure did.

Nora was just passing by to give Abby some transfer paper when she saw the photograph lying face down on the floor. Clutching the transfer paper in her hands, she quickly copped a squat to pick it up. “Abby, you dropped one of your—oh” Nora cut her own words off once she accidentally caught a glimpse of the photo, causing Abby to turn around and face her. “You okay?”

“Yeah, um…I’m guessing this isn’t meant to go on your wall…” She replied as she handed her the photo face down, her voice quiet enough so that her client wouldn’t hear.

The blonde furrowed her brows in confusion when Nora gave her the photo. “Not on my wall? What are you—“ She flipped over the photo to take a look before quickly flipping it face down and hiding it in her palm. Now she understood what Nora meant by that.

It looks like Abby’s camera did have one shot left after all.

Abby was startled when she felt Nathan tap her shoulder, causing her to turn back around. “Everything alright?” he asked, his tone slightly curious.

“Y-Yeah, yeah everything’s fine! Just excuse me for one moment.” She briefly excused herself before speedwalking to the back of the shop and locking herself in the first room she could find. The photograph remained hidden in her palm.

Taking a deep breath, Abby lifted the photograph to take a better look. It was of you, front and center on the camera, wearing that same black skin-tight shirt she saw you in this morning. Despite the quality, Abby could tell you didn’t have a bra on because she could easily see your nipples poking through. Along with that, you were also wearing something else— a matching thong with rhinestones on the waistband. It must’ve been new because Abby had never seen you in that before.

It was taking Abby everything right now to not drop what she was doing and leave to go home and fuck you senseless. Seeing this photograph alone was already causing her boxers to dampen. But she needed to work on this client. She’s been planning on doing this piece on him for months, she can’t back out of this now.

Abby took a deep breath, giving the photograph one last look before putting it back into her pocket and turning around to exit the room. She walks back to her station and sees Nathan patiently waiting for her in the chair.

“Alright, let’s get started shall we?”

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You don’t hear back from Abby all day.

You figured that it could’ve been because of her special client, along with whoever else shows up to get a tattoo from her. But what really happened was that Abby decided to take the rest of the day off after finishing with her client and was waiting for you to come into her apartment.

You unlocked the door to Abby’s place with the spare key she gave you and entered inside before closing it shut behind you. To your surprise, you see Abby sitting there on the couch. She was manspreading, with one of her tatted arms perched over her knee so she could rest her chin.

“Hey babe, you’re home early…” You set your things down at the counter before walking over to her. “How did it go with the client?”

Abby lifted her head from her hands, looking up in your direction. “The client went great, actually…he loved the piece I tattooed for him.”

“That’s good, um…why are you home so early?”

You felt the need to ask her right off the bat. There was a feeling that you were getting. A sense of knowing that she found the photograph.

“No reason…just felt like taking the rest of the day off.”

You simply nod in response before slowly heading over to her bedroom. And as if you could feel her presence approaching, Abby soon followed behind you, closing the door once the two of you were inside. There was a brief moment of silence before Abby decided to speak up. “Did you think I wouldn’t find it?”

You turned around to face her. She stood there, her tatted sleeves crossed in front of her chest, with a smirk plastered on her freckled face.

She found the photograph. You know she did.

But you still decide to play dumb.

You furrow your brows in confusion. “Find what? What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play silly with me now, princess….” You watched as Abby reached into her back pocket, that same back pocket you slipped the photograph in, and saw her pull it out. The delicate photograph of your body stood in between her inked fingers, fully on display in front of you.

“So much not having any shots left on my camera, right?” She said as she began to slowly step forward in your direction.

“Do you not like it…?” You ask her quietly, quickly looking down once she’s right in front of you. You start to feel like doing this to her wasn’t a good idea after all.

Abby’s expression softens for a brief moment. “Oh, baby…” she lifts your chin up with her free hand before leaning in to plant a kiss on your cheek. “Of course I love it. You look so fucking sexy in this.” She looks back down at the photograph before directing her attention back at you.

“But do you remember the rule I told you about these?” She asks sternly, holding the piece of film in front of you.

You avert your gaze away from her and back to the ground. “Your eyes only…” you mutter out to her.

Abby lifts your chin back up once again to face her. “That’s right, angel. My eyes only.”

She points the photograph towards her and taps the corner gently on her chest, just a few inches above her chest piece in reference to herself.

“Mine. No one else’s.”

She slowly lets go of your chin and looks back down at the small piece of film. “You’re lucky it was only Nora who found it…if it were any of the guys, I would’ve gone insane.” She takes a closer look at the photograph, remembering the new thong you had on in the photo before looking back at you. “Are you wearing it?”

You nod.

Abby hooks an inked finger on the belt loop of your pants and gently tugs on it. “Off, princess. I want to see you just like how I saw you in this picture.”

You follow her command, bringing your hands down to the waistband of your pants and slowly unzipping them before pushing them down your thighs. Once they’re at your feet, you step out of them and take a step towards her. She then slips one of her hands under your shirt until they stop at the hem of your bra, gently tugging it down as well. “This too.”

Reaching underneath your shirt, you quickly unhook your bra, pulling the straps off of your shoulders before taking it out completely and dropping it on the ground. Abby took a step back to take in the sight of you. “My sweet girl…You look so good for me right now..” She muttered quietly. You feel her run her tatted hand through your body, starting at your hip and making its way up to one of your tits.

She looks back at the photograph for a brief moment, noticing you had one of your hands covering that same one. An idea flashed through her mind, you could tell because that same smirk was starting to appear on her face again. Her hand lets go from your breast and drops back to her side. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”

Abby leaves her room for a moment before quickly returning, now with her camera in her hands. “How about we recreate that pretty picture of you, hm? Would you like that?” You nod to her in response, biting your lip to hide your smile.

“Words, princess.”

You nod again, a little quicker this time. “Yes, I’d love to do that.”

Abby walks over to you and sets the photograph at the corner of her bed before turning her camera on. Once it was ready, she pointed the camera right in front of you with one hand and used her free hand to gently grab your breast, placing her thumb on top of your hardening nipple. She looked into the viewfinder, adjusting the angle and position before a quick flash went through your eyes.

The photo slowly whirs out of the camera. But Abby doesn’t even bother to check it out yet. Instead, she sets the camera to the side right next to the original photograph of you and begins to undo her jeans. “Kneel for me, princess.”

By instinct, you drop down to your knees in front of her. You already know what’s about to happen next.

As soon as the zipper of her jeans goes down you can already see it. The bulge underneath her black boxers, with a sliver of light tan with black marks peeking out of it. The thought of having that piece of silicone inside you was already making you desperate.

Once Abby’s jeans are pooling at her ankles she brings down her boxers in one swift motion, causing her strap-on to spring free right in front of you. You could already feel your mouth watering at the sight of it alone.

Abby notices your dumbfounded expression and smirks. “Look at you, princess…already drunk just by looking at my inked cock. Do you want it inside you, angel? Is that what you want?”

You look up at her and nod quickly while clenching your thighs at the same time. “Please, Abs…need it so bad….”

“I know you do, my sweet girl…” Her hand comes down to her side and gently holds your jaw, tilting your head up to look at her. “How about you get it wet for me, yeah? Get my cock ready so I can fuck that pretty pussy of yours.”

Without even thinking twice, you wrap your hands around the strap-on, your fingertips covering over some of the fake ink that was plastered on it. The tip of it was practically face-to-face with you. You position it towards your mouth before opening it wide and taking in as much as you can down your throat. The strap barely reaches halfway, so you begin to stroke whatever your mouth can’t reach with your hands while bobbing your head up and down simultaneously.

Abby keeps her gaze fixated on you, then briefly looks over at the camera that is sitting on her bed. She brings a hand down to the back of your head, slowly guiding it up and down her inked strap. “That’s it, princess, just like that…” She mutters out to you as she quickly reaches over to grab her camera off of the bed. In doing so the strap accidentally lunges itself forward down your throat, causing you to gag. You take your mouth off of Abby’s strap for a moment to take a deep breath before looking up at her, now with the camera in her hands again.

“Smile for me, princess.”

The flash of the camera passes through your vision again. Another photo whirs out of the slot.

You get back to sucking on her strap, even harder this time out of pure desperation to have it inside your walls already. Abby pulls the photo out and tosses the camera aside, beginning to quickly shake it to see the final product.

You hear her let out a quiet groan once she sees the fully developed piece of film. “God…you look so beautiful like this, angel…sucking my cock like the good girl you are.” She sets the second photograph aside and gently grabs your head again to pull your mouth off of her strap. Her strong tatted hands then grab at your waist, effortlessly picking you up and placing you down on the center of her bed.

Abby tugs down at the hem of your shirt as an indication for you to take it off. “Take this off, princess. I need to see all of you.” You oblige, taking off your shirt and tossing it to the ground. Abby does the same with her muscle tank and sports bra, exposing the rest of her patchworked body to you. At this point, the arousal in between your legs just keeps growing and growing, along with the urge to also be completely ridden of the little black piece of fabric that was pressed against your pussy right now. You bring a desperate hand down to the jeweled band of your thong to take it off, only for it to be lightly smacked by Abby’s tatted hand.

“Except this. This stays on.”

You nod in response, setting your hands aside, and letting your girlfriend do the rest of the work for you. You spread your legs open while Abby positions herself on top of you. The tip of her inked strap falls right on the damp fabric covering your crotch, causing a whimper to escape from your mouth. She then hooks a finger under the fabric and shifts it to the side, revealing your gushing wet pussy to her.

It takes a minimal amount of effort for Abby to insert the tip of her strap inside of you before pushing in the first couple of inches. “Fuck, princess…look how it's going in…you’re always taking my cock so well…”

You look down to see the piece of inked silicone connecting your bodies. With a desperate need to be filled, you bring a trembling hand down to your pussy and use two fingers to spread your folds open so Abby could keep pushing her strap inside you. Your jaw drops in pleasure as she slowly pushes in a few more inches, and the two of you still don’t take your eyes off of it, both watching as the tattoos on her fake cock slowly disappear as it makes its way into your cunt.

Abby lets out a groan once she bottoms out before tightening the harness on her strap, making sure it's pressed closely against her cunt. You feel your pussy start to clench around the strap as it sits there inside of you. Your body was practically begging for some movement to happen.

“Abby, please…I-I need you to move…” You whimper out to her, looking down at the base of her strap that was resting below your heat. Within seconds you began to feel it moving inside you. Abby starts to thrust in and out of you slowly, but that slow pace progressively turns into a rapid one.

Before you knew it, you were gripping onto the sheets to keep yourself from possibly getting slammed against the headboard, despite Abby’s firm hands holding your hips down. Your tits and thighs were bouncing and jiggling uncontrollably. Moans and whimpers were escaping from the two of you. But most importantly, Abby was hitting that special spot inside you with every single thrust.

She wasn’t stopping her pace at all…until that familiar phrase slipped from your mouth.

“Abby…I-I’m getting close…”

That’s when she stopped. That’s when she pulled her strap out of you. That’s when you snapped back to reality…for now.

You quickly shook your head as you watched her inked strap practically pull itself out of your pussy. “No….no no no no, Abby! Why would you do that?!” You whined out in protest. You let your hands go from the sheets and brought them to her hips, attempting to bring her closer to you so she could slip herself back inside of you.

Unfortunately, your attempt to do so was unsuccessful. Abby shook her head and pushed your hands off of her hips. “I’m sorry angel, but I’m not letting you cum like this. Not after that stunt you pulled today.”

You felt your body break at the possible feeling that you weren’t gonna be able to finish tonight, but you understood that you still needed to be taught a lesson.

“So…You’re not gonna let me cum at all tonight?” You mutter out to her quietly. The smirk that shows up on her face once again tells you something different.

“Oh, my sweet girl…I didn’t say that I wasn’t going to let you cum at all…” She brings a hand to your jaw and gently strokes it with her thumb. “You’re going to cum, but you’ll do it my way. All fours, princess.”

That statement alone had you flipping onto your stomach in an instant. At this point, you were willing to do anything to get a release, even if it meant having to do things her way.

Once you were on all fours, you soon felt Abby’s lips start kissing at your shoulder, slowly making its way down to your lower back. “You have no idea…how good you look for me like this…” she murmurs in between kisses. She plants some more kisses on your lower back, specifically on your tattoo that rests above the band of your thong. Your first tattoo. The one that Abby put onto your body the first day you met her. It gave Abby so much pride to see her work on you, especially in the position you’re in right now.

You feel the weight of the bed shift around for a bit and look over your shoulder to see Abby reaching for her camera again. She brings a hand to your waist to keep your back straight. “I want you to stay just like this, princess, okay?” You nod in response, resting your head on the pillow as you perk your ass farther up in front of her.

With her camera in one hand, Abby uses her other hand to shift your thong to the side again before positioning her inked strap at your tight entrance. Given how soaked you were at this point, it slides in with a lot less effort the second time around. You let out a whimper once she bottoms out, causing you to involuntarily jerk your hips at her.

As a result, Abby gives you a light smack on your ass. “Stay still, angel…I need this one to come out perfect.” She hovers the camera on top of you and looks through the viewfinder, making sure you’re perfectly centered.

You hear the flash behind you once again, followed by the whirring sound right after.

Abby sets the camera aside and places both hands at your hips, beginning to thrust into you at that same slow pace she was doing before. It didn’t take long for Abby to speed it up. Now she was back to hitting your g spot with every single thrust of her strap.

“Fuck…look at you, my sweet girl…taking my tatted cock so well..” She tells you in between her thrusts. “I bet you wish…someone could get a picture of this, hmm?”

The pleasure Abby’s giving you is so intense that you can barely decipher what she’s saying to you. She keeps talking you through it, but her voice slowly starts to fade through the blood pumping in your eardrums and the feeling of TV static filling your brain. You find yourself slowly slipping into a newfound headspace as Abby continues to pound herself into your pussy.

Regardless of how drunk you were feeling from it, you try your best to form a response to whatever she tells you.

“F-Feels s-so good, Abs…D-don’t stop…” you slur out to her.

Your entire body feels heavy right now, but you make an effort to extend one of your hands behind you and hold one of hers. You grasp onto Abby’s hand tightly as she keeps fucking you.

Abby notices and clutches your hand into hers as it remains on your hips. “Don’t worry princess, I got you, just stay with me, yeah? I promise you’ll get to—fuck—“ Abby cuts herself off, moaning at the feeling of the leather harness rubbing against the small barbell that rested above her clit. This motivates her to thrust even faster into you, now with a desire to chase her release.

As her pace gets faster, you start to get closer. Your cunt begins to repeatedly clench itself around her strap, indicating that you were going to cum. You try to tell her that you’re about to cum, but you were already getting so fucked into this headspace that you were struggling to get the words out of your mouth. As a result, you start to dig your fingers into the back of Abby’s hand to get her attention.

Abby felt your nails digging into her hand, which were already forming crescent indents on her inked skin. She looks over at you, seeing your fucked out expression with your mouth agape against the pillow and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Are you gonna cum, angel?” she asks, only receiving a slow nod followed by a few desperate gasps from you as a response. “I-fuck, I’m gonna cum too…Just let it out for me, princess, you deserve it.” While keeping one hand on your hips, she brings her free hand around your waist to rub quick circles on your throbbing clit as she continues to fuck you relentlessly.

And that’s what sends you over the edge. A string of whines and mewls escape from your mouth once you get there. You dig your nails deeper into Abby’s hand while your other hand fists the corner of the pillow. Your thighs begin to tremble, and your cunt pulses a few more times around the strap before fully coating it with your slick. Abby finishes right after you with a loud groan, completely cumming inside the harness. She keeps herself inside you for a little bit before slowly pulling out, letting out a quiet grunt at the sight of the string of slick connecting between your pussy and the tip of her strap.

Your body was completely limp at this point, and Abby could tell. She guides your lower half back down onto the bed so you’re lying down on your side. As you bring yourself back to reality, you feel the warmth of her hand stroking your jaw, leading you to slowly blink your eyes open. The first thing you see is her eyes scanning yours, making sure you were okay after your intense release.

“There she is…” she says quietly, smiling right after. “Are you okay, angel? I didn’t go too hard on you did I?”

You slowly shook your head in response, smiling back at her as you try to catch your breath. “Of course not, Abs…you felt amazing…” you pant out to her.

Abby lets out a sigh of relief before leaning in and planting a kiss on your lips before kissing your forehead. “I’m gonna get you cleaned up now, okay?”

You watch as Abby gets off of the bed and takes off her strap before slipping her boxers back on and heading into her bathroom. You hear the sound of the water running in the background, knowing that she was drawing a bath for you right now.

As the water continues to run, Abby jogs out of the bathroom and heads over to the bed to pick up all of the developed photos that were spread out on the sheets. She looks through each one of them before pulling out her wallet and storing them inside. You can’t help but let out a giggle over it. Her wallet was so full of your photos that you could easily see the thickness of it from the side.

Abby looks over to you as she closes her wallet. “What’s so funny?”

“Don’t you think you have too many pictures of me in there?”

She shakes her head in disagreement. “Nonsense. there’s no such thing as too many pictures of you.” You watch her walk over to your side and feel her lips planting another kiss on your cheek.

“Besides…they’re for my eyes only, remember?”

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bitchlessdino · 1 year

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I voted for Joshua but, in my heart I chose both him and Jeonghan lol. I've been in a JeongShua drought lately

+ love your writing!!! would you mind to write some smutty jihan x reader? please

Pairing: bf!jeonghan x afab!reader x bf!joshua

Genre: humor, smut

word count: 1.5k

tags: established poly relationship, NO INCEST I cannot emphasize this enough, spanking, spitting, an*l play, double pen., sex toy, mouth fucking, throat bulge, degradation (cumslut, some objectification), unprotected sex

Summary: Just as conniving as your boyfriends, you convince both of them to get the same haircut without the other one knowing. The moment they came home, realizing what you've done, they show you the kind of consequences you've earned yourself by being a little trickster.

author note: so siblings or dating is a little thing where people guess whether a pairing in a picture is either siblings or dating and sometimes it what you least expect. So when I saw these pics separately for the first time I had to think long and hand how these two would work together, I immediately wanted this fic to be silly bc they are so so silly 😃 well enjoy!

Tag: @shiningstar-byulxx @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @honglynights @homerunhansol @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han

“Babe what the fuck.”

Your camera flashed bright white, getting them both in the same frame. At this point, you were laughing your ass off as both your boyfriends stared at you unamused. “You guys look great. I have great taste.”

After dating for a year, you’ve had your fair share of pranks, leading up to countless photos and videos that haunt you to this day. Dating one of them was exciting enough, dating two of them became utter chaos. When the opportunity rose for you to get them both back at the same time, you took it.

You let out their collective sighs as you jumped around them with taunting laughter like a child on a sugar high. Their faces didn’t even look the least bit alike but when they got identical haircuts, the more similarities you were starting to see. Joshua was the first to speak up his bemusement while Jeonghan looked almost impressed, holding back a bit of his own laughter.

“It’s not that funny,” Joshua said, deadpanned.

“No, it’s really that funny,” You insisted.

He trodded off toward your laughing figure before throwing you over his shoulder. His hand came over your ass in harsh spanks, but it did not falter the boisterous notice you were making. “Stop”–spank–“laughing,”–spank.

“Josh,” you responded between giggles, “You and Hannie look so fucking alike right now!”

“Okay. I’m taking you to bed. I know how to shut you up.”

He brought you to your shared room before throwing you on the bed, Jeonghan following after in his chuckles, while a big and bright smile is still on your face. You felt none of the threat oozing from Joshua’s eyes but Jeonghan knew exactly what was coming and although he wasn’t as bothered by your practical joke like Joshua was, he was looking forward to giving you your just desserts.

“Say it.”

“Josh,” you moaned.

Joshua held your head down on the mattress, cheek pushed into the sheets, as his thick, long fingers plunged in and out of you. “Not that. You know what I want to hear. Jeonghan, remind them.”

Jeonghan’s raw cock stood mere inches from your face, a sinister smile on his face. He pressed the curve of the head to your lips before he slapped it against them. “You’re gonna play dumb for us, baby? Or are you really just that dumb?”

“Hannie…” you sighed into the sheets, breath hitching as you felt a knuckle curve into your warmth, “Give it to me please…”

His pristine bangs swept over his forehead, reaching his eyes. His gentle voice prodded into you just as much as his cock teased to be inside you. “Then say it. You’re not our little cockslut for anything, so say what we want to hear.”

You mewled in yearning for Jeonghan, gripping the sheets desperately. “I’m…sorry…”

“For?”

Your answer got caught in your throat, muffled moans only escaped as Joshua pushed in a third finger, twisting them inside you as strikes of his free hand handed on your ass already bruised with his clutches. Your arousal slides down his forearms, his thumb pressed against the rim of your puckered entrance and with that, you whine. Your shallow breaths took a slow release, looking back in the eyes of the boyfriend whose cock couldn’t look more edible and perfect to fuck the inside of your throat.

“I’m sorry…for t-tricking you…”

“Good,” Joshua replied, “before I forgive you, I need you to say something else for me.”

“Y-yes…”

He exchanged knowing with his boyfriend, eyes flickering with fire that had the power to burn every inch of your skin, once having let you suffer in the throes of being blue-balled. Edging was the bane of your existence, but their way of life.

“Say how much you need our cocks in you.”

“…I,” You swallowed, “desperately need your cocks me…”

“Are you going to be a good little slut for us?” Jeonghan joined.

“Yes…I’ll be your good slut…”

“Because that’s what you want, right?” Joshua added, “You’re made to be a couple of holes we can fuck in, right?”

“Yes…I’m just a couple of holes to be filled up by your cocks…”

“Who’s cumslut are you?”

“Y-yours, Josh…And y-yours, Hannie.”

“See, it does matter the jokes you pull on us, you’ll never beat us, we own you. You belong to us. You’re our perfect little slut for us to use up. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes…” your voice gave out, your climax coming and going, the clench of your warmth sucking in Joshua’s fingers, “I’m yours to fuck and nobody else’s.”

In that second, Jeonghan rewarded you and his girth stretched the circumference of your mouth. Your eyes, blown open from the adjustment, stared back at Jeonghan, a whimpering mess all over his cock. He let out a groan, and a hand of his ran down your hair. “What a perfect little mouth…”

Meanwhile, Joshua is sucking off the bit of you left on his fingers and his cock aligned at your arousal before he made himself known. You pounded your fist at your side, while the other fisted Jeonghan’s length so you can reach the base. Your tears ran away from your eyes in protest, burning down your cheek as you felt him enter your throat, a bulge taking shape at the column of your neck.

“Fuck, you look so good…” Jeonghan groaned.

He held his hand over the bulge, moving gently down and up to feel it form and disappear. Besides being utterly entertaining, the sensation it shot through him was I compared to anything else. Your throat was like a perfect home, taking every inch of him, molded perfectly to his shape.

God, did it hurt, but something about him filling you, holding himself inside you, as moisture leaked from your face in a scorching heart was heart-pounding, frightful, but all the more thrilling. Jeonghan pulled out for a moment, letting you take him at your pace—a wet, flustered, sob-stained mess that gasped for beyond oxygen—before abandoning mercy and fucked you to the depth of your throat.

Joshua, on the other hand, split your divide wide for the taking, and his cock doesn’t wait a moment to adjust, just fucking your insides until he could feel you swell around his girth. He threw his head back, your ass jiggling against every thrust like dessert, flawless collapsing around his hips.

In the midst of this, he has your toy, wrapping it around his lips to moisten it for comfort, and his saliva lubed its silicone exterior. “All your holes. Remember that.”

He spat at your puckered lip, a shiver ran up your spine, and he lathered it soft, prepping you for entry. As insurance, a translucent ribbon stretched from him and your toy before it finds plugged inside you, Joshua now in control of both your lower ends.

You shook beneath him, mouth full of cock, holes fucked full to the point you could be classified as your common electrical outlet, and you felt dirty. Safe to say it was in the best way.

Jeonghan, who has held himself back the entire time inside you, finally released his proof of sin, pouring it down your throat like a hot, strong faucet, making your body jump in response. In turn, you feel your arousal follow soon after, the buckling of your hips not bothering Joshua in the slightest, and you begin to gently come down from one high to move on to another.

Joshua, held you by your ass cheek, hand ensuring the toy inside you takes full advantage while tugged against your hole’s resistance, pushing in and out of you between your plush whines. “That’s right, cum…cum around my cock again…good sluts can handle more…”

Joshua pushed you against the mattress deep until there was nothing but your body and him, your thighs pulsated around him. Your screams were loud and satisfying as you spoke only in his name. His cock shot loads inside you, final thrusts taking their final strikes until he was empty. He pulled, his hot, molten cum oozing right out of you. His knees took a fall, folding his thighs flat against his shins and he’s catching his breath.

Jeonghan pulled out as well, laying himself out on your cheek, twitching on your face in utter fatigue. “Good fucking job, baby.”

“Damn good fucking job,” Joshua repeated before pressing a kiss to your side.

Clean-up wasn’t an option at this point with all the energy drained from all your bodies and at the moment it was fine, it was time to rest. Jeonghan, who usually can’t stand to be without his phone for a few minutes, retrieves it from the bedside table, seeing the screen plastered with notifications. “Y/n, what the fuck? You sent our picture to ‘Siblings or Dating’ on Instagram?”

You slightly chuckled, momentarily forgetting about that. “Oops. That I did.”

“Well, it looks like you have more to learn don’t you,” Joshua said, now fueled by sheer spite, “Good thing your ass is open and ready for us.”

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piastri-lover · 10 months

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who would have guessed; alex albon

summary: in which you and alex are dropping hints about your relationship, and yet no one seems to be getting the hint

pairing: alex albon x celeb!reader

author's note: i fucking love alex albon and this prompt!! icl i dont know he's so underrated but i enjoyed making this sm xx

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user1 i love y/n so fucking much

user2 wife

user3 are u kidding i was lit in mexico two days ago and NOW the queen is here -user4 lit flew out this morning i could have met my wife

zendaya having fun? ;)) -yourusername don't know what u mean by that --zendaya ill keep my mouth shut

user5 after 3 months of oppenheimer filming y/n prob needs a break -user6 she slayed as jean though --user5 100%

user7 mexico is my country and i'm so glad u love it liked by yourusername -user7 omg y/n liked my comment im done

user8 whos she with -user9 idk but someone def took that 3rd photo

user10 why is pierre in the queen y/n's likes?? -user11 i bet he forgot to switch accounts and liked without thinking --user12 ariana what are u doing here

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user13 mother is mothering

user14 she's so fit -user15 that scene in oppenheimer changed me as a person

user16 THERES A BOY -user17 omg omg omg this is not a drill

sydney_sweeney y/n... -yourusername ill call u later and fill u in babe

user18 first pierre, now lando -user19 the entire grid is simping for y/n and tbh i don't blame them

user20 the soft launch is beginning -user21 im so ready to analyse every screenshot to try and work this out first

user22 i need that dress

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alex_albon ur fans are going wild on twt rn

yourusername really?? i haven't checked

alex_albon mhmm like they havent stopped speculating for hours im sure i saw someone ship u with fucking lando

yourusername he is kinda cute...

alex_albon oy

yourusername im kidding we still going out for dinner tonight??

alex_albon yup its me and you, george and carmen and lando lol

yourusername all good

alex_albon pick u up at 8?

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alex_albon love u more x

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user23 umm

user24 lando babe i dont feel like u were supposed to post this

georgerussell63 he's passed out and i dont know his password idk what to do -user25 george are y/n and alex dating??? --georgerussell63 no lando was just feeling a bit silly

user26 george trying to defend alex and y/n when we obv know they're dating

alex_albon i let him take one photo and ofc he does this -yourusername at least we look cute --alex_albon we always look cute baby

user27 i wasnt sure about alex but look they're so wholesome

user28 im j wondering how tf alexander albon pulled the y/n -user29 me too --user30 like nothing against him but y/n is... well y/n

landonorris wait i thought this was my private

landonorris so so sorry -yourusername ur buying me a drink when we next go out --landonorris done and done ---alex_albon my girl has expensive taste lando u have completely shot urself in the foot

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tagged: alex_albon liked by zendaya, pierregasly and 51294856 othersyourusername lando ruined my softlaunch(🖕🖕) but anyway i kinda love him so be nice xx view comments

user31 no bc theyre acc cute

user32 i hate to have to share my wife but it would be with him

landonorris ive apologised 1000 times idk what more to do -alex_albon she had the entire thing all planned out but no lando norris had to intervene --yourusername honestly im heartbroken i might need another bottle of champagne... ---landonorris fuck off y/n the last bottle was like £1000

alex_albon leng -yourusername appreciate it bro

alex_albon the last photo❤️❤️❤️-yourusername love u big man

user33 omg i hope we get to see her at a grand prix soon -yourusername im def coming to spa and we'll see after that

williamsracing already saving a seat for u -yourusername i cant wait xx

user34 dont know whether i want to be alex or her

user35 bi awakening -user36 fr

user37 sleeping on the highway tonight -landonorris ill be joining u --user38 landos so real for that

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tkwrites · 8 months

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Our Heroes Meet - Quinn Hughes x ofc

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Title: Our Heroes Meet

Author: Tory / @tkwrites

Relationship: Beginning: Quinn Hughes x Original female character

Warnings: None? First dates, first meetings, so many firsts.

Summary: When Quinn and Sarah meet, they’re pulled into each other's lives in a way neither one expected.

Word count: 4,300

Comments: This is the beginning snapshot of Quinn & Sarah.

I posted this earlier, and took it down less than 4 hours after. I felt that the ending, while cute, wasn’t true to character. After re-working it, here it is again.

It’s so cute and earnest and I just love it so much.

Thank you so much for all the support and love for these stories. I really can’t say it enough.

Our Heroes Meet

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

On a rare free afternoon with the prospect of the following day off as well, Quinn found himself wandering Stanley Park. He hadn’t really set out with the park in mind, but after being home for a few hours, playing an hour or so of Call of Duty with Jack and Luke before their pre-game naps, he needed to get out of the house. Long stretches at home alone didn’t suit him anymore after COVID, when he'd been contractually stuck inside anytime he wasn’t at the rink. It reminded him too much of those long, lonely days.

The Park was touristy, but he liked it. He liked the water, and all the trails, and there was always something new and interesting going on.

It began to drizzle as he wandered. Within minutes, as it so often did in Vancouver, the rain picked up, pounding into the pavement in sheets.

Cursing himself for not checking the weather before leaving his apartment, Quinn darted under the awning of the aquarium to keep from getting soaked to the skin. His first thought was to turn away and run back to his car. He didn’t need to be with big crowds of people, especially when everyone was rushing to get inside. On the other hand, he'd never been to the aquarium, and the thought of returning to his empty apartment made him squirm more than the thought of a crowd.

So, he bought a ticket and wandered into the building, keeping his distance from others, hat pulled low so less people would recognize him.

He was wandering the BC exhibit when he stumbled upon a pretty young woman speaking to a group of school aged children, explaining to them how octopus camouflage worked. He'd missed most of her talk, but she had several graphics attached to the tank. A little girl in the front was holding a plastic model of an octopus like it was the best gift she'd ever been given.

The woman's dark hair was pulled up into a bouncy, wavy ponytail. Something glinted in her ears, but she wore no other jewelry. She had a curvy figure, highlighted by the jeans and t-shirt she wore. She looked put together, but not overly so.

The thing that really made him pause was the light in her eyes when she talked. She was obviously passionate about her work and it was infectious to watch. She answered every child with the same thoughtfulness and enthusiasm. From deeper questions about how the changing environment was affecting marine life, to the little girl holding the model, who asked why octopus have eight arms.

“You know, we haven’t really figured out why eight is the magic number for them, but they use all of them, so I guess they got to eight and decided they were done.”

Quinn found himself chuckling while the kids giggled.

The classes wandered away, and she began cleaning up her display, putting models and diagrams into a bucket before easing the graphics off the tank glass.

Something pulled him to her as if he'd been hooked in the navel and reeled in. Maybe it was because Millsy had just been chirping him about being too quiet to get a girl. Maybe it was the longing he felt wandering the park alone. Maybe it was fate. Whatever it was, he couldn’t seem to talk himself out of it.

Standing there like a fool, he watched her work for a few heartbeats too long.

Quinn didn't like to talk to strangers if he could help it. It’s not that he was scared, necessarily, but he was quiet and often just didn't know how to break the ice. Talking to someone when he didn’t have a middle man to bridge that first interaction made him nervous.

“Can I ask you a question?” he finally said. Lame. Lame. Could he be any more fucking lame?

“Hi there,” she said with a bright, friendly smile that took him off guard with its forced cheerfulness. It was such a different look than she’d just been wearing that he found it unnerving that she could flip that quickly. “Where can I direct you?”

“Oh, no,” Quinn gestured at the place he’d been standing, “I missed part of your talk,” he said, feeling his cheeks begin to blaze. “I wondered if you could tell me more about their camouflage?”

The light that had been in her face came rushing back, as if someone had flipped a switch. She met his eyes and smiled. Something twisted in his stomach.

He was even a few inches taller than her. More boxes checked off his list.

“Sure, what would you like to know?”

Mostly, he wanted her to keep talking. Finally, his brain came up with something semi intelligent, “do they have all those colors in their skin and just bring them up to the surface when they want to?”

“Sort of. Their skin is full of chromatophores, which are basically specialized cells that have an elastic sac that’s filled with one of a few pigments, and as they expand and contract the muscles around those cells, more or less pigment is visible. Octopus, and other cephalopods have a nerve attached to every one of those cells, so they can change almost at will. Some scientists are trying to understand if they even need to think about changing, or if it’s just an autonomic nerve response.” She stopped abruptly, “I’m sorry, that’s probably more information than you were looking for. ”

“No, it’s really interesting,” he assured. “How do you know all this? Are you just in charge of the octopus tank?”

“I'm getting my masters degree at UBC in marine zoology. I do research with one of the octopus we have named Walter, so they ask me to do these talks while I’m here working on that.”

He laughed, “Walter? That's quite the name for a fish.”

“Right?” she agreed, resisting the urge to correct him that Walter was a cephalopod, not a fish. They were two very different categories of animals. “I didn't choose it, but it suits him. He's kind of a curmudgeonly old man sometimes.”

His phone buzzed, reminding him it was nearly time to eat lunch.

“Hey, I swear I don't usually do this,” he said, more for his own benefit as he silenced the vibration on his phone, “but do you want to grab some lunch?”

She glanced at her watch and he felt his face flame as the reality of what he’d just said sunk in. He'd asked her to lunch? While she was working? How out of touch was he? Not everyone worked in the morning for a few hours and basically had the rest of the day free.

“I have a break coming up at 1, but I'm giving another talk at 2:30, so we couldn't go very far,” she said apologetically, hoping it wouldn’t put him off.

Quinn felt like he'd won the lottery. He just wanted to keep talking to her. It didn't matter how far they went. For all he cared, they could go to the aquarium cafeteria. “That’s fine.”

A relieved smile spread over her lips.

Pulling out his phone, he checked the time. “So, I’ll meet you out front in twenty?” he suggested, gesturing vaguely to where he thought the front of the building was.

She nodded.

As Sarah headed backstage, Rick, one of the aquarium staff, saddled up beside her, waggling his eyebrows, “he was cute.”

She went to scoff and wave him away, but found that she couldn’t. Her mystery man was cute. Lovely brown eyes, a few inches in height on her (which if she was being honest, wasn’t all that difficult), dark hair along with a dark shadow of a beard on his jaw, and a prominent, interesting nose that was somehow distinctive and at home on his face all at once. On top of that, he came up to her, obviously interested in what she did, and that in itself was incredibly attractive.

He hadn’t even paused when she threw out her graduate degree, a kind of douche litmus test she’d devised to tell right away who would be too intimidated by her education and who would be cool with it.

“I know,” she said, a little surprised by her own sincerity.

“Did he get your number?”

“No.”

“Please tell me you got his. It’s the twenty-first century, girl. You don’t let a man like that pass you by.”

“He invited me to lunch,” she said, feeling that overwhelming sincerity wash over her again. It was a bold move on his part, making his intentions known right away. She wasn't sure she'd ever been asked out so quickly or decisively.

“Well, I guess that works,” Rick shrugged, as if to say it wasn’t the route he would have taken.

Twenty five minutes later, Sarah rushed to the front, dodging the local hall so she wouldn’t be pulled away to answer a question, which happened more often than she’d ever anticipated after taking this research position.

He was standing near the entrance, looking at his phone with a kind of studied practice. Like he was trying hard to seem absorbed in whatever he was looking at, but the set of his shoulders made him look like he was bracing himself.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, halting her progress, “I got stuck talking with my research supervisor.”

He smiled, finally lifting his head, “It’s cool. Glad you didn’t stand me up though.”

A relieved smile took over her face. “I’m Sarah by the way, I didn't get your name.”

“Quinn,” he said, extending his hand.

He’d forgotten to introduce himself. He'd been so caught up in keeping her talking that he forgot the most basic part of polite conversation. Internally, he rolled his eyes.

A small spark raced up her arm when their hands touched with the formal shake.

“So,” he shoved his hands in his pockets, unsure of what else to do with them, “where do you wanna go?”

“Oh, I…” she paused, looking out to the park, “do you have a favorite place?”

“I'm not down this way much, so I don't really know.”

“Do you like bao?” she asked.

He just looked at her, so she continued, “they're like dumplings with different things inside. They're Asian. There's a great place just up the street I go to sometimes.”

“I've never had it, but sure?”

Leading the way, Sarah started out of the building in confident strides that spoke of someone who had little time to waste in getting from one point to another. The rain had let up to a light mist that would do little more than dew the grass.

“So… are you from Vancouver?’ she asked, glancing over at him. He kept pace with her easily.

“No, I'm kind of from all over, but mostly from Michigan.”

“Oh, cool. I'm from Nevada.”

“That's a long way for school.”

“Well, it's a bit hard to study the ocean there,” she teased, “being landlocked and all.”

He laughed. “So, you're a student and you do research, what else do you do?”

“I honestly don't have a whole lot more time. Grad school is kind of a joke that way. I hang out with my roommates,” she added, feeling incredibly lame. “What about you? What do you do?”

He cleared his throat. This conversation always went one of two ways. “I play hockey.”

“Like, for a job?” she asked, her eyebrows shooting up into her hairline.

“Yeah. For the Canucks.” He gestured around himself, acknowledging the city as a whole.

She looked at him, and he held his breath, hoping his gut reaction wasn’t about to be proven wrong.

"That must be a wild job.”

A sigh let go in Quinn's chest. “It is. I feel really lucky.”

“So you're what, 20?”

“I hope I look older than that!”

"Sorry," She laughed. "I'm so bad with age. Especially with dudes. The facial hair always throws me off, so I usually aim low.” she said, gesturing to his jaw.

He grinned at her and her heart did a pitter pattery little jig against her ribcage.

“In any case,” she said, flipping her hands, “aren't all the guys in the NHL really young? Like, you have to be drafted before you're 20 or something?”

“21, technically,” he said, looking very impressed. “Do you follow hockey?”

“Not really, but my roommate is obsessed with the Canucks, so I've picked up a few things."

Quinn hoped she was the good kind of obsessed.

“So how old are you then?”

“24. You?”

“Twenty-six.”

The guys were going to give him so much shit when they found out he took out another older woman.

He couldn’t help it. He liked older women. They were more likely to have their lives together in the way he did. It was easier to be himself - a little more serious and quiet than his peers - with older women, who seemed to appreciate those qualities more.

It seemed he was naturally drawn to someone older, even when his basic instincts took over.

After 10 minutes of walking, they were seated in a cozy little restaurant, and Sarah made sure he was facing the middle, where the chef was assembling the dumplings.

Quinn looked over the menu, feeling instantly overwhelmed. There were so many things he didn't know here. “What's good?” he asked, trying to calm his nerves.

Truly, what the hell was he doing? He felt so out of his element. He dated, but never like this. Usually via set up and occasionally from an app, but he always knew something about his date before they met in person.

This was all his least favorite parts of getting to know someone in a situation that felt too high-stakes. He wasn’t even sure why. Sarah was pretty. Not in the overly stunning instagram pretty way Jack usually favored, but more girl next door kind of pretty, in a way that made him interested to know her more, but he didn't feel intimidated or uncomfortable around her. Something about her tilted him off his axis enough to make him go out of his comfort zone enough to ask her to lunch. For the first time, he found himself thinking, this could really go somewhere, and that scared him shitless.

“Everything I've tried is good. You should at least try the rainbow dumplings. Then you can try all the flavors.”

He nodded and set the menu down.

“We could split an entree too?” She suggested, sensing his unease. “The dumplings aren't really a total meal.”

“Sure. You pick.”

“Anything you don't like? Any dietary things?”

Quinn shook his head, “no, I’m off tomorrow, so I’m not watching what I eat.”

They locked eyes over her menu, “do you have to do that a lot?”

He nodded, “it comes with the territory. Gotta stay in peak condition, you know?”

She didn’t, but she nodded anyway.

He took off his cap and nervously ran his hand through his hair before replacing it. His hair was thick and a little wavy, she saw. It made her like him even more.

After holding eye contact for a beat too long, she tore her eyes away to look at the menu again. “Do you mind if I do something a little weird?” she asked.

When she dared to meet his eyes again, he was looking at her like he was bracing for something that was going to ruin his whole reputation.

“I mean with ordering,” she said, laughing.

“Oh,” Quinn felt his whole body relax, “sure.”

“Were you worried I was going to ask for pictures of your feet or something?”

Laughter burst out of his mouth, splitting his face into a natural, easy smile that suited him. The childish scrunch to his nose coupled with the wide, sure-of-himself smile made him look somehow younger and older at the same time.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, “I’ve seen a lot of weird shit.”

“I can’t even imagine,” she said, laughing.

The waiter came up to the table then.

Sarah glanced at Quinn, a smile still playing on her lips.

“You order,” he said, feeling childish.

“We’ll have two orders of the rainbow dumplings, and whatever main dish you want to bring us.”

Quinn choked a little on the water he was drinking.

“Just no seafood.”

The waiter nodded, like this wasn’t an unusual request, “spice level?”

Sarah looked to Quinn for guidance.

“Mild,” he said.

“Mild, then.”

“No allergies?”

Sarah shook her head, and the waiter walked away.

“Do you do that a lot?” he asked.

“Sometimes. I have a friend who does it every time we go out. It’s a great way to try new things.”

“And no seafood?” he asked, “has your work turned you away from it?”

“No, not really, but I only get it if it’s sustainably sourced, and I didn’t want to have a whole conversation over who their seafood supplier is, and most waiters don't know that stuff anyway, so it’s just easier to say none.”

Their conversion slipped into a silence that wasn't completely uncomfortable.

“So,” she said, starting to fiddle with the things on the table, a soy sauce decanter and a square ceramic container with a tiny spoon in it. “Tell me more about yourself.”

“Like what?”

“Like,” she paused, filtering through the questions that raced through her head, “what's your favorite movie?”

“Star Wars.”

“Which one?”

“I like all of the original trio, but probably The Empire Strikes Back most.”

She breathed a sigh of relief.

“Why?”

“Oh, I dated a guy a while ago who told me his favorite Star Wars movie was The Phantom Menace and I almost broke up with him on the spot.”

Quinn laughed.

“What's your favorite?”

“Oh, I have so many,” she said, “For Star Wars: A New Hope. Overall, it kind of depends on the day, but I have some go-to comfort movies, like any of the original Marvel movies, Lord of the Rings, and this chick flick called In Her Shoes I used to watch a lot with my mom.”

Feeling more and more like he really had won the lottery, Quinn smiled at her. It was strange to think a girl like this existed and had been existing in the same city as him for some time. A woman that was cute and curvy and had so many of the qualities he always said he was looking for. Passionate about what she was doing, didn't take herself too seriously, was a bit of a nerd like he was, but not too nerdy, didn’t want to date him for clout or money.

People in his life had often wondered if the list was too long to find in a real person. He'd started to wonder the same thing over the past few months. Part of it was that it felt easier to have a long list so he didn’t have to worry about looking for someone while he was so busy. He'd always figured he'd meet someone later on in his career or even after it was done. Then he would have the time to dedicate to dating and marriage.

Despite all that, here Sarah was, smiling at him over a lunch table like fate had just dropped her into his life.

Their food came and they continued talking. Sarah could tell he was a quiet guy, always taking time to think before he spoke. Despite that, she didn't feel like she was carrying the conversation. It was a pleasant surprise for a first date.

At one point, Quinn looked so lost at how to eat the dumplings that she took pity on him and gave him the instructional card from the table. “I was lost when I first came here, too,” she assured.

When they finished, and Quinn had shut down her offer to pay for half of the food, she glanced at her watch, surprised to find that it was already 2:05. Their conversation had been so consistent and comfortable, she hadn’t realized how much time had passed.

“Oh, shit,” she said. “I’m sorry. I have to get back.”

“I’ll walk with you,” he said, standing and putting a cash tip on the table.

Sarah felt a little dizzy. Everything felt so sudden, like Karma had finally noticed all her pain and delivered her something good for a change. She’d gotten so used to slogging along, enjoying what she was doing, but not really looking forward to the future with any big hope or optimism. The sudden change had her reeling.

When they got back to the Aquarium, Quinn stopped at the entrance, tucking himself behind one of the pillars to provide a little more privacy.

“I, uh,” he found himself saying. How did you end a date with a woman you were beginning to feel might just be your soulmate?

“I had a really nice time,” she said.

“Yeah, me too.”

He leaned in, trying to gauge if she wanted to be kissed, or if a hug would put him too much in the friend-zone. His brothers probably would have chastised him for not going in for the kiss right away, but the last thing he wanted was to make her uncomfortable.

They did a short, awkward dance, neither knowing what, exactly, to do. It struck Sarah as the most uncomfortable thing on their date thus far.

Finally, she took charge and wrapped her arms around his neck in an embrace.

Quinn sighed as he gathered her against him.

His willingness to wait for her to dictate the level of physicality they shared ticked another box on her list. She wouldn’t have minded kissing him, but the fact that he respected that boundary right off the bat had game show-winner bells ringing in her mind.

“I know you have to go, but can I get your number?” he asked, stepping back from the embrace, letting his left hand linger on her hip.

She giggled a little, thinking what a weird formality it was that he had to ask at this point. She gave him her number and he texted to make sure it was right. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out, showing him.

“I’ll see you later?” she asked. looking up into his face. She wasn’t surprised to find the same hope she felt reflected back at her.

He glanced at her lips before meeting her eyes again, “yeah.”

Another glance at her watch had her stepping back from him. “I’m sorry, I’m late,” she said, turning away before turning back at the last second and brushing her lips over his cheek. “See you later.”

He watched her run down the hall before turning around and heading back home, feeling like he could stomach an evening alone with Sarah on his mind.

Later that night, studying in her room, Sarah finally pulled her phone from her backpack and typed out the message that had been pulling at her thoughts all day, making it impossible to really focus on anything else.

Some of her friends, she knew, would tell her she was putting too much out there too soon. Perhaps she was, but losing her mom had given her a fuck that attitude to many things - not expressing her true feelings being one of them. If it scared him off, that would tell her all she needed to know.

She hit send, hoping she wasn’t wrong.

Quinn was in his own apartment, not really paying attention to the Devils-Hurricanes game playing, mostly trying to figure out when it would be okay to text her. With the way everything had gone that day, he felt like any time would be the right time. The anxious part of his mind battled against that thought, worried about coming on too strong or seeming needy and messing things up.

He pulled his phone out, finally deciding that he should just say something.

It dinged in his hand, and her name flashed across his screen. Shocked, he dropped the phone and had to fish it out from under the couch before he could read her message.

Thank you for today. You were such a welcome surprise.

It was so heartfelt, he sat on the floor between the couch and coffee table for a while, re-reading their conversation.

This is Quinn.

Thank you for today. You were such a welcome surprise.

The embarrassingly earnest part of him wanted to tell her all he was feeling, but he knew it was too soon to tell her he thought they could go the distance. It was too soon for him to be voicing those things to himself. He didn’t really even know her. Yet.

Sarah watched his text bubble appear and disappear several times before she clicked off her screen, unable to watch.

Her heart was rioting in her chest. Yes, fuck that, but also if he proved her wrong, she knew she would be crying herself to sleep.

Finally - finally her phone buzzed. Hands shaking, she struggled to unlock it, eventually having to put her code in twice before it worked. His message slid onto the screen, and she released the breath she’d been holding.

I feel the same way. I can’t wait to see you again.

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nonexistent-introvert · 1 year

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History

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Content: the usual narcos stuff and Javier, smoking, childhood friends , drifting, angst?, and some fluffy memories

A/N: this wrote itself. Everything was spontaneous. It started from wanting to write a young Javier to something else entirely. It's probably a mess bc of that.

The series of photos displayed in the Peña’s household was like a personal journey for you too. Most of the photos were of Javier and you. Each memory replayed in your head as you slowly dusted the pictures off.

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You watched bitterly when Javier was on stage being awarded for being top in the cohort. “Why the look cariño?” Javier sat down beside you, a teasing grin on his face. You rolled your eyes at him, flipping the certificate in your hand over to hide it from him. Javier laughed lightly. “Sooo, I guess I was the one who got the last laugh.” Taking the certificate from your hand to reveal the words “second in cohort”

“I think they already saved a seat for you.” Your eyes turned to the girls sitting a few rows behind you. The exact moment he glanced behind, a series of giggles and squeals erupted from behind making your blood boil even more. “But I already have the perfect seat next to you.” Javier simply replied. You clicked your tongue in response when he nudged you lightly while turning his whole body in your direction. “Smile” he muttered into your ear, placing his hand over your chair. The bright flash of the camera shone in your face before you could hide the smile and blush upon leaning against Javier’s arm.

You weren’t so immune to his charms after all.

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It was a lie when you told your friends that the scenery was prettier on this side of campus. Your eyes gravitated towards Javier who was with his friends. He was the reason why you hovered around this part of the school while wearing your graduation outfit, trying to find the courage to take a picture with him despite being friends since childhood. You really shouldn’t be so nervous around him, you never were for the past decades of your life.

You swallowed your feelings when you watched a group of girls approach him, hoping to take a picture with the heartthrob of your school. Javier took a few pictures out of politeness, then his eyes suddenly caught yours across the field. You turned your head so fast away that you could have sworn you stretched a muscle. Your hand reached the back of your neck to slowly massage at the sore spot. Javier smirked knowingly, excusing himself from the girls despite the disappointed sighs that came after.

“You were checking me out.”

“Fuck off Javier.” You walked away from him while he came jogging up next to you. “I definitely saw you looking at me.” He insisted. “I was staring off into the distance.” You defended, Javier smirked. “Staring directly into my eyes you mean.” He teased, watching as you sucked in your cheeks in an attempt to stop the blush. “Go back to your fanclub.” you shooed.

“Ah so this is where you kids are at.” The sound of Chucho’s familiar voice made your eyes lit up. “Chucho!” You greeted the man who was practically a second father to you. “Quickly, the both of you. It’s a once in a lifetime photo available only today.” Chucho gestured with his arms. Javier easily closed the distance between the both of you, bending down slightly. His eyes widened slightly when you wrapped your arm around his neck. Javier quickly recovered and erased the distance between the both of you when he placed his hand on your waist and pulled you closer.

You gasped when you felt his arms behind your legs. Before you knew it, your arms was wrapped around his neck for safety as he lifted you from the ground. “This is so embarrassing.” You muttered to him, hiding your face from the crowd who was curious to who Javier was bridal carrying. “Take it as a graduation gift to me.” He whispered.

His brown eyes twinkled in the picture while your smile was so big that your eyes turned into smiley lines.

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You were there when he was promoted to sheriff. You were still his friend when he dated Lorraine. You were the first person he told that he finally could achieve his dreams of getting out of the small town he was condemned to live in. You were the one who pointed out that he couldn’t have it all in life, and that he had to make the choice between Lorraine and the DEA.

Javier congratulated you when he found out you were studying medicine. He was the one who spent the long nights with you when you studied, making you recite the possible treatments and symptoms to the neverending information you had to study. He was the one who let you hold onto him while he drove you around in the motorcycle that he bought despite Chucho’s protests. Javier was also the one who sent you off overseas to pursue your studies at the airport with a handsome grin and a promise to see you again soon.

It has been almost a decade since you last talked to him. 8 years to be exact. The last time you had seen him was when he saw you off at the airport. You gently traced the patches on the jacket that you’re wearing, the jacket that he had given to you at the airport. It was his favorite jacket, the brown leather jacket with his favorite basketball team logo patch sewn onto it. It had become your go-to jacket over the years, subconsciously, it also reminded you of him.

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“If any man hits on you, tell them you’re wearing you’re wearing your boyfriend’s jacket.” “And why should I?” You replied. “Becuase you said you were gonna marry me.” You furrowed your eyebrows at him, sure you may have had a crush on him but he never found out right?

“So you tell that casually to every guy? You don’t seem to remember.” Javier looked at you with his hands at his hips. “I bet you’re just lying anyways.” You shrugged. His eyes widened as he reached into his small shoulder bag and pulled out a picture. He let out a whistle as he flicked the corner of the picture to prove a point. Your jaw dropped when you saw the picture.

A young Javier that was no older than 7 stood beside a young you. His hand held tightly onto yours. On your ring finger was a light blue plastic ring. A blush tinted your cheeks while you smiled shyly. Javier’s head was tilted to the side as he pecked you on the cheek.

“Scratch the boyfriend part. I’m practically your husband.” Javier’s voice snapped you out of the daydream you were having, trying your best to remember that moment. You lifted your ring finger at him, mimicking a middle finger. “As you can see, my ring finger is bare. Must have finally realised I had shit taste.” You joked. He simply gave you an amused look, “Whatever you say hermosa. I know some part of your heart wishes that we can remake that photo but this time, we can have a real shiny ring with a legal document.”

“You wish,”

“Don’t miss me too much cariño.”

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“Many people thought I had a daughter.” Chucho suddenly appeared beside you. “You’re in practically every photo. Not that I’m complaining. Javier and you were integral to each other’s lives.” You awkwardly nodded your head in acknowledgment. It was true that he was a big part of your life, especially your childhood but it has been a whole 8 years. You weren’t even sure how he looked like now or was he still the same person who made you laugh through your worst times.

It wasn’t like you didn’t keep up with him. You still read the news, paid extra attention when the news brought up anything DEA related. Sometimes you’ll catch a few mentions of his name and split seconds of traces of him in the background of photos. You stared at him through the picture that he had taken with your parents along with Chucho when he came back a few years back for his cousin’s wedding while you were stationed for an overseas conference.

At the end of the day, you refused to dwell over Javier Peña. You wanted the best for him simply because he was a big part of your life. You are proud of him. The part of you who wanted to get together with him romantically faded into the shadows over time.

“You know what they guess next?” You tilted your head in confusion. Chucho’s words was a blur as you fell into your own thoughts.

“Everyone thought you are my daughter-in-law.” Chucho gestured to the series of photos that featured both you and Javier. He pointed at the picture of young him and young you with a ring around your finger. His finger then moved to the picture where Javier was bridal carrying you. “I would like to think these photos are the reason why people thought so.” You shook your head. “We’re just friends, maybe even less than that.” Chucho’s smile faded ever so slightly as his eyes studied you. You looked away, pretending to dust the other items on the shelf. Chucho’s gaze felt awfully similar to Javier’s.

“He hasn’t forgotten bout you, you know?” You hummed, acting nonchalant. “He calls back on those rare occasions. I can tell he went through some stuff. But he… he asks about me and then there’s always this silence. This silence where he contemplates asking about you and when he eventually does, I wouldn’t know what to reply him.” Chucho explained. “I’m fine Chucho.” You assured. “I know you are. That’s what I tell him. But you know Javi, he doesn’t want to hear that when it comes to you, he wants updates about you. If you’re eating well, how you’re doing as a doctor now.” Chucho explained further.

“Chucho, it has been 8 years. I definitely don’t mean as much to him anymore.” You said, staring at the happy smiles on the pictures. Your heart used to ache at this realisation. Now, your heart just feels numb.

“Javier’s coming back. For good this time.” Chucho announced instead. You chuckled, knowing Javier’s personality, it would probably take a few months before he’s off scrambling out of town again. Eager to make bigger contributions.

“Papi! Im Home.”

That voice was enough to make your blood still. Only just realizing the trap that you had fallen into. Chucho never asked for help, it was always you volunteering to help him with the farm. You should have caught on when he decided to call you over on a weekend, weekends which he always deemed as “time to rest and spend time with people who matter”

You knew exactly when Javier’s gaze fell upon you. When his words trailed off and the sound of his heavy footsteps came to a stop. The faint smell of smoke was still on him.

“You didn’t forget her did you?” Chucho teased his son. He shook his head quickly, “I-“ Javier muttered out your name, his hand extending before he quickly retracted it and pretended to run his hand through his hair instead. You smiled softly, at least you weren’t the only one who was at wits end.

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You were sitting with Javier opposite you, watching as he devoured the dishes you had helped Chucho cook. Chucho said something about “forgetting to feed the horses” and left the both of you alone. Both of you knew he was lying, Chucho was a creature of habit, he lived every day through a planned schedule that had worked for him for decades. The chances of him forgetting a task were zero to none.

“What are you doing here?” Javier awkwardly started, taking a mouthful of water from the glass you had placed beside him. “Chucho called me to help.” Javier ducked his head down to hide the smile, he knew what his father was up to. Chucho was trying to play Cupid.

“You smoke now.” It was a curt and simple sentence. A sentence that carried hints of disappointment. Javier glanced at you for a while, the distance that had grown between the both of you was evident. He was a fool that he could come back and you guys would be just like when you were kids. You would be reprimanding him if you knew back then, calling him an idiot to pay the price of health in return for a few moments of ecstasy. All he got now was a simple statement.

“I’m sorry.” He apologised, “I was supposed to quit, didn’t want Chucho worrying.” A small reason was also because he knew how much you despised smoking. You shrugged, pulling out a lighter from your pockets. Your initials were on it. “I can’t judge. But I would still advise you against it. As a friend and a doctor.” Javier's eyes widened, he shouldn’t be surprised. 8 years is a long enough time to change anyone.

“Had a shitty period of time. Was lucky I never got addicted or anything. But I guess I got quite attached to the lighter.” Javier wanted to ask, he wanted to know what had happened. He held his tongue back, it wasn’t his place to ask, not anymore. “I thought I’ll see you at the wedding.” Javier changed the topic. You fidgeted with your lighter, watching the flames dance. “I was at an overseas conference.” Javier hated it, hated the small talk. He wanted to listen to you talk for hours on end, rambling on small details that you thought no one cared about.

There was something different in the air as you sat opposite him. He wasn’t the Javier Peña you knew back then, he wasn’t the same person in those pictures you were just admiring moments ago. He was more like DEA agent Peña. The man who had a cold exterior, a constant scowl on his face and the worry lines that decorated his eyes. His eyes had lost its shine, the eyes that used to twinkle whenever he smiled, it was no longer as bright. He didn’t smile as easily either. “Oh your jacket.” You removed the jacket that was on your shoulders, the jacket that you wore everywhere, the one which you wore to sleep when there were times when you missed home. Javier immediately waved his hands, “Keep it cariño. You had it for so long already.” He argued. Javier always called you Spanish nicknames, you wondered if he did the same to other girls. You were once special to these nicknames but you doubted you were anymore.

Javier squared his shoulders, laughing a little as he stared at the jacket that was once his favourite. “ I don’t even think I fit in it anymore.” He pointed out. You studied the jacket that you held in your hands, laughing along with him. “You’re right.” The jacket no longer fits him anymore, it was still a little oversized for you but it was not even an option for him anymore. Javier’s shoulders have grown wider, he had grown taller even if you thought that was impossible then. The height difference between the both of you had grown more.

“Everything’s changed.” You commented. Javier hummed, “8 years is a really long time.” Your heart paced a little when he stared intensely at you. In a desperate attempt to get away from his stare, you changed the topic again. It seems to be what you and Javier always do anyways. “Yeah it is, Lorraine got a whole family now.” You should feel bad for mentioning her. Javier wasn’t a bad person, at least not to you. Despite not talking to him after he had called you telling you he didn’t want to get married, you still knew he lived in guilt everyday for leaving her at the aisle.

“Yeah, she deserved it. Deserved better than I can ever give to her.” Javier finished his drink, using the water to drown the guilt that was forming. He should have never dated Lorraine. He was an asshole for doing that, he don’t think he truly loved her. She was simply there for him when he needed someone. It was the time when you had left for university overseas. When he was swamped with work as he did his best to earn the opportunity to leave. Lorraine was there for him and supported him, even when Chucho himself didn’t support Javier becoming a sheriff, being part of the danger.

Your eyes fell onto the series of photos on the shelf again. Your heart sank ever so slightly. No matter how much both of you tried to deny it, the fact that both of you have changed was undeniable. That he was no longer the Javier you remembered and nor were you the person he remembered. Life events that changed and impacted both of you, not to mention the 8 years that flew by with no contact. You used to talk to him with ease, the both of you could spend the whole day together and still hog the landline at home when you eventually had to leave each other’s company. Now, the conversation topics were scarce and the tension was constantly in the air. The small talk that ended within a few sentences was enough proof. If you told this to your younger self, she would laugh in your face and call you a liar.

“I’ll get going now. You enjoy your time back.” You announced. Javier's eyes widened, if it was back then he would openly tell you that he didn’t want you to leave and make you promise that you would call him when you get home. Now, however, he opened his mouth but nothing came, he didn’t know what to do to make you stay. “I-I’m back for good.” He said instead. You raised your hands as you wore his old jacket again, “Mm, I heard.” You made no signs of stopping, no sign that you would stay and continue talking to him.

“It was nice seeing you again Javier.” You told him. Javier shifted from one foot to another.

“I’ll see you around right?” He asked, it was a small town after all.

“If fate lets us.” You mutter back to him, your mind on the information you had just received two days prior.

An offer was made, an offer for you to leave. To work in the big city in the hospital. A hospital with better facilities and better pay. They even had a lab to run their own tests, you no longer needed to wait for days just to receive your test results back after sending them to another hospital and no waking up at the break of dawn to travel to the secluded hospital that you worked at now. It was a good opportunity, one that you would be a fool to refuse.

The biggest decision was that you would be leaving the place you grew up in. You would be leaving Javier Peña again. Especially when he had just decided to return home.

Fate always seemed to work against the both of you.

With one final glance at the photos, you sighed. You would forever be thankful to Javier for creating your favourite memories, the memories that you looked back on when you had a tough day and smile. A part of your heart would forever be his, the boy who you wanted to marry as a kid and the boy you had a crush on through your teenage years.

You stared at the handsome man who now stood before you as you wore your shoes at his door. The man that had changed so much but still possessed qualities of the boy you knew like the back of your hand. It was selfish, to not tell him that there was a high possibility that you would accept the offer to move away.

What he doesn’t know wouldn’t hurt him right?

“Bye Javier.”

“See you.”

That was how the long chapter of your life came to an end. The fairytale dream starring Javier as your prince charming. You hoped that he gets everything he ever wanted but for you to move on, you also hoped that you never hear about it. He was once your best friend and your other half but now he was merely a long lost friend, a familiar stranger.

In a blink of an eye, everything has changed.

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theoneandonlycode · 4 months

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Jack and Rusty bc they have my heart <3

Story:

*click* "Ack! Jack!" He had brough the old polaroid from his dad's garage to photograph some locations to add to their army map, and he was just about to photograph Tango 7 when Jack had grabbed the camera out of his hands and snapped a selfie. The lively Jack Russel was now rolling on the grass, consumed by bursts of giggles. Rusty snatched the camera and the black, undeveloped film back, grinning. "come on, we've got more places to photograph" "got it sarge" he said, fighting to control his laughter later that day, Rusty had spread out the polaroids from the day's adventure to label them, then handing them to Jack to be organized by location, date, and time. He pulled the next one out of the pile, then froze. It was the selfie Jack took of them earlier that day. He grinned, and wrote a little note on the bottom of the picture. "Hey Rusty, do we have a pile for Hill 6 yet?" Jack called over his shoulder "I'll check" he quickly stuffed the photo into his backpack 'I'll just give it to him later' he thought ~20 years later~ Jack returned home that day to find a very peculiar letter in his letterbox. This was strange, as Jack didn't have many friends, and defiantly none that would send him an actual, physical letter. He slid it open, and smiled to see the familiar red scrawl of his best friend's handwriting. He slowly unfolded the note, and began to read. "Jack!! Guess what!! I got you tickets to the next Cricket game!! I know it won't be the same since I won't be in the stands with you, but at least you can watch, and we can go out for dinner after! I'm sorry it's been a while since we've seen each other (faceytalk doesn't count silly), but I have to travel with the team. Hope to see you again soon! Love, -Rusty P.S. I found something in my desk I thought you might like :3 As he unfolded the letter, two things fell into his paw. A small, green and gold ticket, and a plain white photograph. A polaroid actually. Like the kind Rusty use to- He gasped, then burst out laughing. It was the old photograph. The one he took of him and Rusty at their old school. "I can't believe he kept it" He hugged the photo close to his chest. He couldn't wait to see his best friend again.

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daisyful-gvf · 2 years

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come and get your love / by daisyful

18+

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pairing: josh kiszka x reader

tags: teasing lol, fingering, oral sex, “mama” too many times tbh sorry, overstimulation, a little cockwarming if you squint, exhibitionism but barely, praise obviously

word count: 5.3k

summary: after a day of teasing him, josh does his best to give you what you need

notes: i barely proofread this bc i wanted to post it sorry <3

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You couldn’t fool him if you tried, at this point.

With three years of being with Josh, on the road, in the studio, in and out of states and countries, he knew you too well.

There was no point in concealing things from him; either you’d tell him or he’d figure it out. But sometimes it was fun to try and let him fumble with you until he put a finger on it.

You were feeling almost unbearably needy the last several days. It had been nothing but fast-paced movement, show after show with no time to stop overnight in between. Stolen kisses and haphazard make-outs in the dressing room; nothing solid. Nothing like you needed, and only made worse with Josh exuding sexual energy nearly all of the time. But you wanted to let him figure it out.

It was an early morning; all of you off the bus around 8 and quickly to the venue for an early soundcheck. You sat in the seats and booed occasionally, clapped or winked occasionally. Something to keep them on their toes.

Afterwards, you made your way backstage and waited for him to come out of the sound tech area.

Soon, he and the other three appeared in the long hallway.

Josh whistled at you from afar. This set off a chain reaction, all three of them then whooping & whistling at you..

“Oh fuck off,” you laughed. They continued as they neared you, and you gave them two middle fingers.

“Aw, darling, don’t be like that,” Jake reached you first, clapping a hand over your shoulder.

“Yeah, take the compliment,” Sam teased. You rolled your eyes at them.

“Don’t listen to them, mama,” Josh pushed Jake’s hand off of you and wrapped you into a hug. You hummed into his hair.

“How’s my girl?” He pulled back and held your face, grinning.

“Good,” you bit your lip.

“Yeah?” he smiled, “Thanks for booing me out there, it keeps me humble,”

You laughed, “Good, I had hoped so.”

“Yeah,” he laughed, pulling you into another hug.

You quickly scanned your surroundings to ensure the other guys had moved further down the venue, and when you saw them standing a ways away, you took the opportunity to lick a kiss to his neck. His body tensed, his hands tightening over the fabric of your t-shirt. Then, as you gave a second one, he melted.

“Babe,” his voice was gruff and low.

“Mm?” You nipped the skin softly, licking over it. His exhale was shaky.

“Babe,” he grabbed you by your shoulders, holding you at arm’s length. He looked stunned.

“Can’t do that here,” he said, breathless, “what—-” he studied your face, “what was that, huh?”

You giggled, biting your lip, “Guess you’ll have to figure that out,”

You slipped out of his hold and caught up with the rest of the guys.

“Lunch?” Danny asked, raising his brows.

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m good with whatever!”

You headed to a local place within walking distance, a nice change of pace from the catering. They had to stop a few times to speak to enthusiastic fans, but it was nothing they weren’t used to.

At the restaurant, you sat between Jake and Josh in the booth.

Somewhere between the drinks and the food, you decided to pull your hand away from Josh’s and slide it over his thigh, inching towards the inside of it.

His hand shot to your knee, where he gave you a warning squeeze.

“I don’t get why you have to do the whole rainbow color theme, is all I’m saying,” Sam tossed a lemon into his water.

“Coming from the guy who plans his photos in sets of threes,” Danny teased, taking a sip of his drink.

“This isn’t worth talking about, to be honest,” Jake interjected.

“Yeah, cause all you know how to do is make boomerangs,” Sam laughed, flicking his straw wrapper at him.

“Fuck you,” Jake laughed.

“Not even gonna defend yourself, babe?” You grinned at Josh. He licked over his bottom lip, searching your face for some reasoning as to why you were nearly groping him under the table.

“Nah,” he cleared his throat, “They don’t understand fine art,”

“Fine art,” Jake sneered, “Please.”

“How’d we think soundcheck went, boys?” Danny steered the conversation back to something relevant, and you took the opportunity to tune them out again.

Not that you had a choice, really, because Josh began trailing his fingers up your thigh, stopping once they reached the hem of your jean shorts. He slid them just barely under, and you shifted your hips to hide them under the table.

You grabbed your drink and took a long sip, trying to focus on the cold sensation rather than his wandering fingers.

You set the cup back down, accidentally slamming it onto the table.

“You alright?” Danny asked. You shifted in your seat as Josh curled his fingers against your skin.

“Yeah, you alright, mama?” Josh grinned at you. You nodded, trying for an easy smile to play it off.

“Just slipped,” you murmured.

“Hey,” Sam said, inquisitive, “hands where we can see them,”

You and Josh in tandem removed your hands and held them up above the table.

“Christ, can you two please not finger each other while I’m sitting right next to you?” Jake teased, unwrapping his silverware.

You tried not to, but you knew you blushed.

“We weren’t—” Josh started, but the other three collectively protested, resulting in him bowing his head in surrender.

You finished your lunch with your hands to yourself, save for a few gentle touches to the top of Josh’s hand. He squeezed your thigh once, and you weren’t sure if it was a warning or a plea.

The rest of the day went quickly, being ushered to rooms, helping them get dressed, equipment check, dinner with the crew. There wasn’t a moment alone with Josh, to your disappointment.

So, you made a point to dip away from your seat mid-song, just before Danny’s solo. You flashed your backstage pass to security before you made your way to the dressing room.

The cheers from the crowd and the baseline were barely audible from the dimly-lit room. About five minutes passed before he ran into the room, curls bouncing, bare feet moving quickly with adrenaline. His head snapped up to meet your eyes, and he blinked, registering what was happening.

He said nothing, but nearly ran to you, grabbing you by the waist and shoving you against the wall.

You groaned into the kiss, wrapping one hand around the back of his neck, and pushing the other down to palm him through the jumpsuit.

“Mama,” the broken groan fell from his lips, “Fuck, no, we can’t do that right now, I’ve only got a few minutes—“

He bucked his hips into your hand and groaned again.

“You sure?” You grinned.

“No,” he breathed, watching your hand between you. He yanked off the outer golden layer of fabric, and your free hand immediately took the opportunity to touch his sweat-glossed bicep.

He leaned forward and licked at your neck, groaning against you.

“You smell so good,” he breathed, sucking on your skin.

You whimpered, skin glowing hot, wishing to god you had more time.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grabbed your shoulders and separated you, “No, babe, okay, I have to go—“

You dropped your hand from him and nodded. He looked at you with his pupils blown.

“Fuck,” he gritted, kissing you once more, “I’ll see you later, mama, and we’ll pick this back up where we left off, okay?”

You smiled wide at him, watching him struggle to adjust himself in the jumpsuit.

“Gotta go,” he kissed your cheek and all but sprinted out of the room. You sighed to yourself, squeezing your thighs together, positive your underwear were soaked.

You could hardly focus on the rest of the show, but you tried—watching Josh prance around smirking and showing off was always fun.

After they waved goodbye and the lights came back on, you made your way to the bus. You knew better than to go to the dressing room with all four of them there—there’s no way that would end well.

You were the first of them back to the bus, and you occupied yourself by fluffing up your hair in the mirror, re-applying lip gloss, and finding something to drink in the fridge.

Sam and Jake boarded first, both saying a quick “hello” to you before settling in the front on the bench seats, talking about the posters they’d seen in the crowd. Danny followed, touting a bottle of tequila from the venue, settling in next to them.

You decided on a seltzer from the fridge as they put on a movie in the front of the bus. Something to wind down after the long day. You all had a night of traveling ahead of you before another early rise; it was the wise thing to do.

You, however, couldn’t be more keyed up.

Finally, Josh boarded the bus and made his way over to you. As you poured your drink over ice, his hands snuck around your waist, settling over your stomach.

“Hi,” he breathed into your ear. Even the gentle contact and soothing voice made your skin heat. You ignored the drink, spinning around in his arms. He grinned at you, the gap in his teeth showing, making your heart stutter.

“Hi,” you grinned back. He pressed himself against you in a hug.

“How you feeling?” he grumbled into your ear. You sighed at his voice.

“You know how I’m feeling,” you whispered into his.

“Mm,” he tightened his hug, “Maybe we could do something about it,” He pulled back and shrugged, “Just a thought,”

Your breath hitched.

“Yeah?” you arched your brows.

He bit his bottom lip, still grinning, and nodded.

You looked over to the front of the bus, where the rest of the guys sat, and bit your lip. You looked back to Josh.

“Where?” you murmured to him, low so that only he could hear.

He grabbed your hand and pulled toward the back of the bus, behind the bunks near the bathroom. He tugged the curtain that divided the sleeping space from the living space.

“Josh,” you tugged against his hand, “This isn’t—”

He smiled at you, cocking his head playfully, “What, mama?” He pushed you softly against the wall near the bunk, “Thought you needed some attention? Isn’t that why you teased me all day?” he purred near your jawline and you shivered at it.

“Yeah, but…” you pointed at the curtain, “that’s not very…anyone could walk through. And also hear.”

He bit his bottom lip, observing your face, “Okay,” he held up his hands, “We don’t have to—“

“No,” you groaned, frustrated.

“Mama,” he chuckled, bringing a hand to your chin, thumbing softly over your skin, “Your choice. You need some attention, or no?”

You rolled your head and sighed, knowing this was a risky idea, but not caring in the slightest because of the mood you were in.

“Yeah,” you admitted, grabbing his body and pulling it into you.

“Good,” he hummed, kissing your cheek, “Come here,”

He tugged you to the space between the bunks and the bathroom, a little indent in the wall maybe two feet across. Just tucked away enough that if someone walked through the curtain, they could probably see Josh, but not you.

“This good?” he murmured, pushing you gently against the wall.

“Enough, yeah,” you grinned. A wild giggle escaped him.

“You’re insatiable, I love you.”

You rolled your eyes, tugging him against you by his hair, “Love you more. Please, enough teasing.”

He nodded and quickly brought his mouth to yours, skirting his hands over your breasts through your t-shirt. You melted in his hands, and dipped your own down to touch him. One against his waist, the other palming over him. He shivered, and you grinned proudly.

“I was about to make a comment about you being impatient,” his lips ghosted over your cheek, moving to nip your ear, “But I guess we both knew that already, huh?”

You nodded, whining at his hips pushing into your touch. Feeling him through the fabric made your thighs clamp together in need.

“What’s got you so worked up, huh?” His breath was warm against your neck, and his voice was low and gravely. He was being quiet so that you weren't overheard, but it made his voice drip with sex.

“Why’s my pretty girl need me so bad today?” He continued. One of his hands moved to cradle your jaw and the other was on your lower stomach, pulling the hem of your loose t-shirt up, taunting the skin there. It brought heat to your cheeks.

“I just do,” you whispered, nipping at his neck to try and release some tension, “We’ve been on this bus for like four days instead of a hotel, I’m tired of being quiet,”

He sucked his teeth, “My poor girl,” he undid the button on your jeans, zipped them down, and trailed his fingers lightly over your pelvis. You looked down, watching his hand, willing it with your mind to go further, “You just wanna fuck, huh? Just wanna let go?”

Your eyes rolled back into your head and you nodded, pushing your hips into his hand. His other hand held the back of your neck, firm.

“Mama,” he cooed, finally slipping two fingers against your wet center, “I know, I know. Soon,” he licked his lips and looked deep into your eyes, “let me try to take care of you now, huh?” his fingers circled your clit, “Just for now. I promise we can do more at the next hotel,”

You nodded, eyes dropping to watch his hand again.

“Looks so pretty,” he murmured, “you want them inside?”

“Yeah,” you gasped, perhaps a little too loud, and he noticed.

“Shh,” he grinned as he said it, “Gotta stay nice and quiet for me,”

He nudged his fingers down, slipping two slowly into you. You bit back a groan and let your head fall against him.

“Yeah?” he murmured against your ear, “How’s that?”

“Good,” you breathed, “please keep going,”

“Told you I’d take care of you, doll, I meant it,” he said into your hair, “don’t you worry, just enjoy it.”

You hung one arm over his shoulder, bracing yourself against him, and with the other your held the side of his face, grounding yourself with your fingers pressed to his skin.

He settled his hand in a perfect way, with his two longest fingers tucked inside you and the palm of his hand pressing against your clit. Your chest was heaving as he fucked them inside you, with a perfect slow drag, his palm grinding against you.

His eyes scanned your face and his lips tugged into a grin, “Feel good?” he whispered.

You just bit your lip and nodded rapidly, not trusting yourself to open your mouth.

“Wanna hear you,” he muttered, leaning into you, your heads on each other’s shoulders, “Still gotta be quiet, but let me hear you a little like this,”

You let out a breathy moan that you’d been biting back, sighing against his shoulder.

“Love how that feels, don’t you pretty girl?” He curled his fingers deep, “being so sweet to my fingers, getting them so wet,”

“Fuck,” you gasped, “Please,”

“Yeah, mama, I’ll get you there,” He grabbed your chin and pulled you into a hot kiss, his tongue skirting over yours. You groaned into it, a little too loud, but he moaned back just as eager.

“Fuck,” he cursed, pulling away to look down between you. He ground himself against your hip. You grinned briefly before his hand quickened it’s pace, then suddenly you felt like your body could not contain the burning feeling in its core.

“Josh,” you breathed, tugging at the curls at the nape of his neck, bringing him closer.

“Yeah?”

“Like that,” you gritted.

“Mm,” he nodded, “you wanna come?”

You nodded, breath escaping you in stutters.

“Sweet girl just needs to come,” he murmured, “Wanna make you come and come, mama, until you get enough.”

“Oh,” you whimpered. You tightened around him involuntarily, “Please,”

“Fuck me,” he groaned, licking over his lip.

“M’close,” you breathed, “Please, please,” You weren’t sure what you were begging for, but you felt too good for any of it to stop.

“Oh, sweet girl,” he groaned, “Come for me, please, all over my hand,” he was working frantically, his grip on your neck tight, “Just like that, give it to me, right on my fingers, mama.”

“Fuck,” you whimpered, digging your nails into him, and like that, it was crashing into you. Snapping like elastic, the warmth washed over you, blissful static numbing your head.

“Good girl,” he murmured, “Fuck, I love that,”

You came down with heaving breaths, his fingers moving languidly now.

“Hey,” he muttered, touching your chin. He smiled at you, “Feel better?”

You nodded, head falling back against the wall.

“I meant what I said,” his voice was low and very obviously aroused, “Gonna make you come until you can’t,” He licked over his bottom lip, “That sound good?”

You groaned at an unacceptable volume, head falling back. He clamped a hand over your mouth, eyes wide. He giggled quietly.

“Shh,” he shook his head, “Too loud, mama. Gonna be quiet?” You nodded, smiling against his hand. He lowered it.

“Babe,” you swallowed, attempting to collect yourself with his hand still working, “How? We can’t really…,” you looked around, “Here?”

He grinned, “I know it’s less than ideal, but there is a bunk. I think the movie has them occupied for a while. And if it doesn’t,” he shrugged, “They have headphones.”

You laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to his mouth.

“Please?” He grinned, “Once wasn’t nearly enough,”

He knew how to work you, didn’t he? You nodded, biting your lip, “Yeah, babe,”

“Yeah,” he giggled, “Good girl, come on,” he slipped his fingers out and you groaned at the loss.

He held them up in front of your faces, showing the slick coating them, grinning, “Look at that,” he mused. You blushed.

“You wanna lick them, or me?” he touched your bottom lip. You grabbed his wrist and guided them back towards his mouth. He smiled, pushing them past his lips willingly. His eyes rolled back as he sucked.

“Shit,” you exhaled.

“Mm,” he groaned, withdrawing the fingers, “Bunk. Now,”

You nodded, pulling your shirt down over your open jeans, a haphazard precaution. If someone walked past the curtain right now, it wouldn’t be hard to put the pieces together, but there was some small urge to protect your modesty.

You climbed up into the top bunk, flopping down into the sheets. They smelled of Josh.

He started to climb up beside you but whispered first, “Take your pants off, babe, it’s much easier without both of us in there.”

You did as he said, trying to keep yourself somewhat covered as he climbed up. He had stripped down to his boxers and soft white shirt as he joined you.

He laid on top of you as he drew the curtain, sandwiched close against you.

“Sorry there’s not much room, mama,” he murmured, “we’ll make do, though, won’t we?”

You smiled at him, nodding, enjoying how warm he was against you.

He planted a hand on either side of your head and rolled his hips down into you, the fabric of each of your underwear a thin layer between you, allowing for a perfect friction.

His breath shuddered at the contact, “Fuck,” he smiled, “This is fun,”

You nodded, giggling, “Yeah it is. Make out with me, Kiszka.”

“Yes ma’am,” he lowered himself down, his mouth warm against yours, and finally he seemed to be letting himself go, releasing his own want to you.

He reached down and slipped two fingers back into you as you kissed, and you chuckled at it.

He licked your neck, “I told you, you’re coming again for me. And again, and again,”

“Fuck,” you cursed.

He smiled, “Pull your shirt off, mama,”

You leaned up off the bed and struggled slightly to do so before cramming the shirt in the corner of the bunk.

“Pretty,” he mused, trailing kisses down your chest, over your naked breasts, licking and nipping, making you squirm.

“Want your shirt off,” you pleaded. He nodded, giving you permission to grab it and pull it over his head. He removed his fingers for a moment to let you pull the shirt off.

Then, it was right back to it, like he’d die if he wasn’t in you for another moment, his two fingers slipping inside you.

“Slide up as far as you can, babe,” he instructed.

You did as he asked, head resting against the wooden wall. He pushed himself as far down the bunk as possible, a bit scrunched up, but lowered his head between your legs.

A pathetic moan escaped you, your body anticipating what was to come; he was so good at this, every time.

“Mm,” he grinned up at you, kissing your thigh, “Someone excited?”

You giggled, “Oh, hush. Put your pretty mouth on me,”

“Yes, mama,” he smirked, holding your panties to the side with his free hand. He wasted no time, lapping slowly over you. You sighed, relaxing into the feeling. His tongue was so hot, it jolted a response in you. You felt like you were melting against him.

As always, you tangled a hand into his curls. It felt natural. You let your thighs close gently around his head because he loved it.

He hummed against you, a wonderful buzz, showing you he loved this just as much.

Unlike normal, he moved his fingers with determination, a steady pace, fucking you with them. He wasn’t playing around earlier, you guessed, he really wanted to get you there again.

Something about the warm air in the bunk, the close, overwhelming feeling, the slight touch of his fingers pulling your panties aside, the fervent need of his fingers in you, made it all to easy to reach a second orgasm.

It tickled your stomach lightly at first, hot butterflies, but then as he moved his tongue in perfect circles, it spilt over, and you were biting your lip, tugging his curls, trying not to clamp his head too tightly between your thighs.

He groaned eagerly, going just long enough to get you through it before he couldn’t be patient anymore.

He skirted up on top of you, fingers still working away, body pressed tightly to yours.

“Mama,” he groaned, kissing your neck frantically, “Wanna be inside,”

You nodded, gripping at his sides, palming him through his boxers, trying to buck your hips up against him.

“Okay, hang on,” he propped himself up with one hand, “We have to just—just maneuver here.”

He helped slide your panties off, and then worked with the limited space to tug his boxers down, kicking them to the side.

Finally, both naked, he laid against you. His hot skin pressed to yours made you hiss in gratification. He nodded, licking over your collarbone.

“I know,” he panted, “I think I needed this, too.”

As he lifted himself off of you slightly, you licked your palm as much as you could before shoving it between you both, slicking your hand over him. He bit back a groan and pushed up into it.

“Fuck,” he whispered, “Thank you,”

You pulled him into a kiss and continued to pump your fist over him lazily, soliciting the most needy of whines from him.

“Okay,” he broke the kiss, “Put it in, mama,”

You groaned, shifting your hips and lining him up with you to allow him to sink in.

“Fuck,” he breathed. He licked his lip and tipped his head back for a moment before letting it roll down, hanging over you.

You whimpered and he blinked his eyes open, staring at you with heavy lids, grinning deviantly.

“Good?” He asked.

You nodded. He rolled his hips harshly into you and you cursed. He snapped his hand over your mouth, giggling.

“Shh, shh,” he cooed, grinning as he pulled his hand away. “Gonna fuck you slow, make you come,”

You nodded, breathing labored, skin becoming sweat-slick from the tight space and body heat.

“You want that, mama?” He licked his lip again, “Tell me,”

You wasted no time complying, whimpering, “Fuck me, please,”

“Oh, sweet girl,” he rolled his hips into you and settled there, “I’ll fuck you as long as you need,”

He brushed your hair back as he fucked you, thumbing over your cheek, muttering curses and licking over your jaw.

“So wet for me,” he whispered into your ear, “Tell me how it feels, mama. You feel so good for me,”

You whimpered at the praises, “So good—fuck—so full,”

“Yeah,” he breathed, lips hovering over your ear, “My girl likes me deep inside her, doesn’t she?”

“Josh, fuck,” you whined. He laughed softly.

“I love you,” he breathed.

You shook your head, “Love you,”

He quickened his hips as he cradled your head, fucking you hard enough that you were sure the sound of skin on skin was audible outside of the bunk.

He slipped a hand down from your head and slid it gently over your throat, testing the waters. You nodded.

“Yeah?” He murmured, “That okay?”

You nodded and he tightened his hand down with the perfect pressure, making everything hotter and closer. There was sweat on his brow, making his curls stick to his forehead.

You were close again, undeniably, and watching his eyes scan your face as he sweat, feeling each of his fingers against your throat, unleashed some sort of carnal need.

“I know you��re close, mama, come on,” He kept his pace, “Let me feel it,”

Your fingernails dug into the soft skin on his back as he brought you there, heavy and hot, your vision blacking as you arched up into him.

“Josh,” you gasped.

“Fuck, so tight when you do that,” his hips snapped erratically with need, “Fuck,” he repeated, “gotta slow down,”

He rolled his hips slowly, a wonderful sensation as you came down.

“Wanna get on top?” He murmured, “Let me hold you and fuck you?”

You nodded, pulling him into an urgent kiss. His hips stilled and he simply rested inside you as he kissed, tongue licking at yours, lips wet and soft.

“God, you drive me crazy,” he breathed, “Come here, doll, let’s try this,”

He pulled out and laid on his side. You scooted over and laid on your side as he laid down, and carefully, you maneuvered on top of him.

He giggled and pulled you into a kiss, sloppy and wet but loving.

You ground down against him, slick and easy, and groans punched from both of your throats.

“Shit,” he whispered, “Let me in, mama,”

He lifted you slightly and gripped himself, rubbing against you for a moment before sinking himself in.

“Fuck,” he bit his lip, “Come close,”

He pulled you against his chest, holding you, his hand on the back of your head, the other gripping your hip.

“Let me—oh—” he sucked in a breath as you ground into him, desperate. “Let me fuck you, mama, let me take care of us,”

His voice was shaky, needy, even, and the pace of his hips matched; frantic and rough.

You kissed whatever skin your mouth could reach; his shoulder (god, his shoulder), his collarbone, neck, jaw—all of it.

He held you and fucked up into you, with sweet, breathy moans in your ear, soft curses and whimpers. He had to be close.

“Gonna come?” You murmured softly into his skin, “For me?”

He threw his head back. He was almost dripping with sweat, now, and his skin was almost too hot.

He bit his bottom lip and nodded, coming back to meet yours gaze.

“Yeah, fuck—“ he breathed in sharply, “want you to come again, though, one more time, for me. Not gonna stop ‘til you come,”

You growled, driving your hips back down into him. His hands gripped the plush of your hips as he worked up into you.

“Mama, mama,” it became a mantra from him, and soon his eyes were rolling back into his head as he came.

“Baby,” you cooed, neck flushing with want, “So good,”

“Don’t stop,” He pleaded as he gripped your hips, snapping up into you still, “Come, mama, keep going ‘til you come,”

“Fuck,” you gritted.

His face was tensed up with oversensitivity, his skin slick with sweat, and his desperation got you there.

You collapsed into him, stomach tensing as you rode another wave of pleasure.

“Good girl,” he brushed your hair back, “Good girl, relax on me, stay here with me,”

You did as he said, slumping against him, chests heaving together. You tensed one final time and he hissed.

“Fuck, that’s sensitive,” he giggled.

“Want me off?” You asked into his shoulder.

“No, no, no,” he drew his fingers lazily over your back, “Stay here with me,” he repeated.

“You like this?” you murmured into his ear, “staying inside me?”

You could hear his throat as he swallowed. “Yeah,” he whispered, “do you?”

You giggled, “yeah, babe.”

As you laid on him, you moved a hand up to thread through his curls.

“How much longer ‘til a hotel?” You murmured.

“Not tomorrow night, but the next,” he answered. You sighed.

“I know, mama,” he pet your hair, “I know. But I’ll do whatever you need when we get there. We can go all night.”

You laughed gently, “Yeah?”

He hummed in agreement, “Whatever you need.”

You kissed his shoulder.

“Hey,” He tapped your cheek and you looked at him, “No more groping me during the drum solo,” he grinned, “I was almost late back to the stage, and I’m pretty sure the pit got an interesting view of my crotch.”

You laughed and gave him a quick kiss, “Fine, fine. You’ve never had an issue with them seeing your dick before, though, dunno why it’s an issue now,”

“Hey,” he gripped your throat softly, “watch it, mama.”

You bit your lip, “Or what, you’ll fuck me senseless? You already did that—”

He gave a small smack to your ass. You gasped and tensed mercilessly around him.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, “Alright, I didn’t think that through,”

He gave a slight thrust up into you and you moaned.

“Shit, I’m gonna pull out, mama, or we’re gonna end up doing this again,”

You whined as he did so, both because of the loss and at the mess you could feel between your legs.

“I know,” he murmured at your whining, “Soon. The hotel will be here soon,”

You grabbed your shirt and cleaned up as best you could.

“You wanna go hang out with them? Or you wanna go to bed?”

“Mm,” you slumped to the side of him, hitching your leg up over his, “Kinda just wanna stay here.”

He kissed your forehead and nodded, “Me too, babe. Let me get us some clothes so that we don’t flash everyone in the morning.”

He pulled back the corner of the curtain and yelled “I’m naked! Shield your eyes,” before dropping out of the bunk.

He climbed back in a few moments later in sweats and a t-shirt, with a set of clothes for you as well. You struggled to put them on as he joined you, but finally you settled beside him, tucked perfectly under his arm.

“Get some rest, needy girl,” he murmured, with a final sweet kiss, “Gotta rest up so you can tease me again tomorrow, huh?”

You giggled, finally feeling satiated and tired. “Guess you’ll see,” you murmured.

“I hope so,” he sighed.

fin.

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Hey! I’m so happy to see that a tkl writer is into TWST! There are barley any fics and hcs on here and I’m STARVING! If you’re taking requests can you please write some hcs for the dorm leaders? Thanks!

Housewarden Tk Headcanons (Twisted Wonderland)

HELLO!!!! my requests are closed so normally i would have to decline this ask.. but i guess it’s ur lucky day anon because i’m actually obsessed with twst and this is my first request from this fandom so… enjoy! i love all these losers so there’s gonna be a good amount of hcs in this post LOL i’ll count it when i’m finished!! HELP MEEE THERE ARE 63 HEADCANONS. um, you’re welcome i guess this took 4ever!

also it sometimes makes me laugh when i put really serious and cool photos for my headcanons and then it’s just silly little tickling but uh. yes.

Riddle Rosehearts

hello so goldfishie is at least like a 7 on the scale. his worst spots: uhhh his neck (IDK I THINK IT SUITS HIM) and his sides!!

who tickles him the most? let’s see. floyd and trey are tied. but occasionally, if duece and ace see trey tickling riddle, they’ll join in as well.

it’s kinda funny when he’s tickled bc he gets angry (even when he’s enjoying it) so he’ll be like “let go of me this instant” and be disappointed when they actually do. however, he has too much pride to admit he didn’t actually want them to stop.

though he doesn’t always like being tickled. like, floyd has a habit of just tickling people whenever he feels like it no matter the time and place, which sometimes puts riddle into incredibly awkward and embarrassing situations.

he bites his lip to conceal his laughter but it’s like a river cuz the second a giggle slips out and it will, it’s over. he’s dead, he’s dying.

u know those people who want to retaliate so so bad, but they don’t dare think of it because they KNOW that they would receive it back tenfold?? well maybe that’s a little specific so u might not know people like that BUT RIDDLE IS LIKE THAT

but bro just needs more confidence bc the times he has tickled someone, he becomes an absolutely menace. he somehow has some kind of instinct for the best spots.

he can’t really tease all that well unless he’s really in the mood cuz he gets flustered hshghshs

Leona Kingscholar

sometimes this dude is like too lazy for tickles????? so this doesn’t happen too too often (but it does)

I GIVE HIM A 6!!!! his worst spots: hips and ribs (more hips thooo)

ruggie likes to tickle him to get him to wake up basically bc this dude will not get up for ANYTHING and most people don’t tickle him besides ruggie because who would dare??? anyways, once ruggie gets to his hips, he’s gone.

IDKKK I FEEL LIKE HE WOULD GET SOOO EMBARRASSED by tickling like that’s one of the only times u will see his face bright red, though he tries to hide it like he will look anywhere but at u lol

kinda scary if he gets u back tho cuz bro has no shame. all he cares about if that u are thoroughly wrecked. (this fact does not work well in ruggie’s favor, but how else is he supposed to get leona to wake up?)

he is a bit on the tougher side when tickling but never enough to actually hurt you

and somehow he’s a deadly teaser and knows how to hit it where it hurts?? flusters???? IDK sometimes it feels like he can read ur mind and know exactly what will incite the best reactions out of u and uses that to his advantage while he’s tickling u to death

his favorite thing about tickling is honestly getting to see the reactions on his victims face LOLLLL

Azul Ashengrotto

hi azul ashengrotto is my fav ever and that’s irrevelevanf but u should know anyway also he’s an 8 tbh on the ticklishness scale. (if i had my way, it would be 11/10 but i just can’t lie to myself)

his worst spot: HIS TUMMY AND HIS SIDES??? generic, i know. he hates it, because it’s the go-to spot and so right off the bat EVERYONE who ever tickles him knows his worst spot

he lowkey hates this laugh (no he doesn’t, he’s just embarrassed) cuz he snorts and like??? this sly, cunning businessman.. don’t tell me he… snorts when tickled..? wait he’s ticklish? YES HE IS AND YES HE DOES and he is so embarrassed by it

i feel like he probably would write a contract to keep someone from revealing his secret. that would be funny.

floyd and jade know and they’re ALWAYS using it against him. it’s like their main method of annoying him cuz what better way to mess with their boss than tickling?? well, they also use it for cheer up tickles mostly when he’s feeling self-conscious.

bros the type to like.. cover his mouth to try and hide his laugh. he’s not fooling anyone, everyone can hear his concealed laughter. it’s really easy to get his hands to move anyway, because if u get his worst spots, or occasionally armpits, he will be too busy trying to pry ur hands away lol but his face gets pretty red

he’s a sweet ler tbh i feel like he gives gentle tickles and never pushes the lee too far yk? like since i imagine him being really good at reading people, he will be observing their reactions the whole time so he can tell when they’re nearing their limit

that said, he’s a pretty mean teaser. he builds it up so u think it’s not bad at first but somewhere along the lines, he manages to say the most embarrassing things with no shame. “i guess it’s fitting for someone so adorable to be so ticklish.”

he tickles floyd and jade sometimes. sometimes when he’s in a bad mood, he takes it out on them by tickling them. again, never going too far tho.

he’s also the type to like gently and quickly scribble someone on their back or neck.. or poke them in the side as he’s walking by or if he’s trying to get their attention? ofc he only does this with close friends (and jamil bc my azujami heart can’t help it)

ANOTHER AZUJAMI HC BUT TICKLE HUGS AS THEY CUDDLE

Kalim Al-Asim

bros def a 9… 9.5??? SOMEHWEEE ALONG THOSE LINES. anyways, he’s very ticklish.

worst spots: def his chin and his thighs.

ALSO IDK I FEEL LIKE EVERYONE CAN TELL BUT HE DEF LOVES TICKLING. he likes being tickled, he likes to tickle, just he’s like “it’s a fun way to bond with friends”

if only jamil could agree. kalim jumps him and ambushed him with tickles. but it’s fine, because jamil absolutely wrecks him when kalim isn’t behaving or is being lazy. (why are kalim and leona so similar aka don’t wanna do shit sorry that’s mean but am i wrong)

kalim has a really loud laugh but it’s very distinct compared to his regular laugh, which is also very loud. many times, his laugh can be heard throughout the dorm and the students just sigh cuz they know what’s going on.

also i feel like kalim would be the type where after being absolutely destroyed, he’d be breathless and struggling to catch his breath and still be super energetic and all like “wow you got me good!!!”

can i say kalim sneak attacks???? like esp with jamil, but all of his friends always fear the wrath of kalim because they could be doing literally ANYTHING but he just pounces and tickles them whenever they least expect it

while most times he is pretty caring when tickling someone, there are times he gets to wrapped up in it and goes a bit overboard and someone has to stop him. afterwards, he feels super guilty so he will shower u with aftercare, hugging you and apologizing nonstop, offering snacks, you name it.

his tickles tend to be on the rougher side but not enough up hurt. it used to, but after realizing that some people don’t like it like that, he eases up a bit. since i said before that he sees tickling as a bonding activity, he wants to make sure that everyone’s having fun.

Vil Schoenheit

sorry i love vil he is so so pretty UHH BUT I THINK IM GONNA GIVE HIM A 4. idk i just can’t see him as all that ticklish.

unless….. UNLESS U GET HIS RIBS. the shrieks he lets out if u get him there are actually insane

rook is actually the most devious and feared tickle monster in all of NRC (REAL, NOT LYING) and unfortunately, vil is one of the people who suffers the most from his tickly endeavors. and sometimes it’s a bad thing and sometimes it’s a good thing.

first of all, vil isn’t all that embarrassed about being ticklish. now, that doesn’t mean he wants the whole world to know. he’s alright with being tickled or tickling someone as long as it’s in a private space.

he still blushes like a hyena tho (i don’t think that’s an actual simile but for some reason it was the first thing that popped up in my mind so it’s staying) but he will still be like “if you’re going to do it, just get it over with…” meanwhile his heart is pounding

expectantly, i mean who would have ever guessed, vil has the most graceful, beautiful, angelic, harmonic laughter anyone who’s tickled him has had the honor of hearing. it’s like a reward, not to mention the fact that sometimes it can be difficult to find spots that make him laugh. after all, most generic spots like his sides, can only incite a huff maybe?

he is like scarily good at keeping still while being tickled (the other housewardens could never). umm so any “keep your arms up” games that go on, he’s probably going to win LOL

pretty good ler but doesn’t do it too often. really only rook and epel, sometimes he thinks it’s a bit childish (even if he enjoys it)

BUT BUT BUT when he was training epel with etiquette, he would like scribble on epels back to get him to stand straight or yk just things along those lines. and for rook, he just goes crazy. (somehow he still manages to look gorgeous while doing it)

surprisingly gentle tickler, honestly it’s crazy. sometimes it feels like he isn’t even touching u with how light it is, which honestly just makes it worse because he makes u anticipating (i have no idea how to word this) yet still giggling and laughing lol

Idia Shroud

oh shit, this man. he’s so. 10.

he’s so extremely ticklish. like everywhere. except for his feet and neck. yay, the two spots people barely go for when he’s being attacked. like yeah, for the neck maybe a little scratch or scribble here and there but when he’s being wrecked, that’s not where people tend to tickle him.. how lucky.

blushy boy. his hair is red his face is red his ears are red. he wouldn’t even be as flustered if he was.. A LITTLE LESS SENSITIVE??? but when he’s laughing like a hyena (is this where i got the simile for the other one) he can’t help but feel ashamed

he loves it tho like i can tell u idia shroud loves being tickled and while he would never say it, everyone and i mean everyone knows. well, everyone who’s tickled him. i mean, he never tells them to stop. of course, it can’t go on for too long or he will start feeling uncomfortable but just the right amount will have him eating it up EVERY TIME.

bro def squeals tbh while like curling up

who’s that btw? the people who tickle him? let’s see: ortho (ofc, little bro always loves seeing his brother happy) and azul on occasion (when he’s feeling like a sore loser after a game he lost).. well this doesn’t make everyone a lot of people now taht i think about it. BUT MY POINT STILL STANDS

how could someone live being so flustered by tickling. yk those ppl in the community who struggle to say the word tickle? that’s him. idia shroud reads tickle fics!!…. okay maybe not, but he definitely blushes at the word “tickle”

he gets embarrassed tickling people back. unlike vil who rarely does because it’s “undignified”, he doesn’t it too because he’s too embarrassed. he’s never tickled azul (he wants to tho i swear) and he can’t tickle ortho because when programming ortho, he didn’t really have tickling in mind so obviously, he didn’t add anything like that in (he should tho and give ortho have a taste of his own medicine)

i feel like he would be an awkward tickler who slowly turns sadistic the more confident he gets, esp with the teasing. “hehehe, you’re a lot more ticklish than i thought. this is nice.” with a somewhat terrifying grin on his face

Malleus Draconia

i think i’d like to give him a 2 but when lilia is tickling him, it’s a 5? idk he’s not super ticklish and doesn’t get tickled often. also lilia has some kinda power that makes his ticklishness switch.. not really. he doesn’t know how it works either.

LILIA STILL LOVES TICKLING HIM THO and occasionally silver will join in if he’s not sleeping lol and sebek wouldn’t dare (even tho he wants to so so badly)

i think malleus has these super breathy buffs and giggles that are honestly so. just… damn. just wow. idk while they’re not the giggles most people would expect, it’s the kind of laugh that makes u want to keep doing it.

he lets u tickle him (as long as ur not some rando like y’all gotta be friends obv) but he doesn’t mind when lilia decides to tickle him

teases aren’t all that flustering to him either i feel like he would be the type to agree tbh. like lilia says “ur quite the ticklish boy aren’t you” and malleus is like “haha you’re right”

sweet ler, thinks it’s fun. he thinks u think it’s fun too. idk he just wants to have fun and he likes hearing people laugh and seeing them smile, but stops if they’re not enjoying it. also he is a gentle tickler.

honestly i feel like he wants to be in a tickle fight so bad but doesn’t because people are scared of him and that’s silly. idk lilia provides him with a lot of tickles and lilia lets him tickle him too if he’s feeling it, so he’s not all too down about it. he’s occasionally tickled even silver and sebek too (much to their embarrassment)

he doesn’t really tease he just smiles and it’s really cute and it makes u want to let him keep tickling u cuz he looks so happy which is just contagious and yes.

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raeygina-george · 9 months

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ok here's my art notes masterpost (as of august 24th 2023)

currently, i have posted 69 works (NICE) and have a total of 1883 notes with an average of 27.3 notes per post.

the fandom i've drawn the most for is hunter x hunter at 32 pieces! (its worth mentioning that 9 of the pieces in the outliers category were from hxh, so I guess you could say it's 41 pieces?)

the fandom with the highest average notes per post is your turn to die at 37 notes per post: however, I've only posted 2 pieces in that fandom, so that's an outlier in itself.

the fandom with the second highest average NPP is omori, at 35.58.

the character i drew the most was alluka zoldyck with 21 drawings!

the characters who got the most ANPP are TECHNICALLY sunny (87) and kel (61.6). however, their scores are being entirely held up by one singular post, so they're disqualified.

the character who ACTUALLY got the most ANPP was alluka zoldyck at 42.7!!!! wow, alluka fans really pulled through i guess lmao

some more stats + error paragraph below the cut

stats by fandom:

32 works in hxh, 1,104 notes in total. average of 34.5 notes per post

12 works in omori, 427 notes total, avg of 35.58 notes per post

3 works in sxf, 49 notes total, 16.3 notes per post

2 works in yttd, 74 notes total, 37 notes per post

20 outliers, 229 notes total, 11.45 notes per post

stats by characters:

17/32 works in hxh were alluka, 21 alluka works in total, avg of 42.7 notes per post

13/32 works in hxh were killua, 14 killua works in total, 25.78 notes per post

6/12 works in omori were aubrey, 6 aubrey works in total, 28.16 notes per post

5/12 works in omori were mari, 6 works in total, 20.3 notes per post

pieces with the most notes:

#1: omori photo redraw with sunny and kel at 152 notes

#2 hxhbb piece with alluka and nobunaga at 113 notes

#3 alluka style study at 102 notes

#4 yorknew auction piece with alluka and kalluto at an even 100 (included bc it was only 2 notes behind #3)

errors:

some of the notes are technically messed up by 1 because i reblogged most of my art posts when i shifted to an art only blog: i took away the extra note on some pieces but not all of them, which leads to inaccuracies. it’s up for debate whether my own reblogs count lol. i also didn’t separate the drawings into sketches and full drawings this time, meaning that there’s a mix of both with several sketches just being put in outliers and several sketches not being counted at all.

also, please note that this is not how many times i’ve drawn each character, only how many times i’ve posted them!

if you'd like stats about a specific character/fandom/the outliers feel free to ask!

#raey spam #raey draws #average notes post

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opastelll · 11 months

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I forgot to post this photo from fan expo a while ago 😭 somehow all (most) of the Link cosplayers were able to find each other and recreate the spider man meme. we’re basically family now ig (I covered their faces just in case even tho I know no one is going to see this 💀)

I’m the one in the front with the cape, not the BEST photo but my friend took it so it’s fine 💀

I’m including this on my art blog bcs I hand made the cosplay and I feel like that counts In the “arts and crafts” category? Jokes aside I was working on it for two weeks straight because I could not bring myself to wear my… interesting Azula costume from seventh grade (which doesn’t even fit me anymore.)

So that was how I spent the first part of my summer I guess!

Oh and I made Rauru’s arm. It did have nails but it turns out how glue wasn’t as effective as I thought it would be…

Ignore my awkward posing but this is the whole cosplay! I like how it turned out :} I bought a master sword off of Amazon for this be proud of me

#cosplay #fan expo #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #totk #link

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iampikachuhearmeroar · 1 year

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so, a random high school memory just popped into my head, and also not so randomly popped into my head from going through my 'relationships I guess' tag.

anyway, I've probs talked before about how anal the catholic school that I went to for high school between 2008 and 2011 (years 7-10) was about the whole "duty of care" thing- especially when it came to formal/prom season in year 10 (2011 for me) and year 12 (2013 for me). so imagine you're one of the 'popular' or 'hot' girls in your year group, and you've got your hot boyfriend whose 21 (yikes in hindsight), that you want to bring to your year 10 formal. the school says no bc of "duty of care"- so then you have to pair up with one of the boys in your year that you don't like in that way- just for the sake of having a formal date/partner.

say you're now in year 12 and you're still one of the popular girls- albeit one of the ones that everyone hates. you want to take your boyfie who graduated the year prior (2012), who is from the same school. however, that also rules him out as a date to your year 12 formal, despite him being only a year older and a previous student of the school. so again, you must take one of your guy friends from your year group to the formal with you.

compare this to the public school that I transferred to for years 11 and 12 (2012-2013). one of my close friends took her 21 year old boyfriend to our year 12 formal. like obvs there's not much you can do, considering nearly all of us (bar people who were late November and December birthdays) were 18, so maybe the teachers at that school felt like they didn't have much of a say of who people brought as their dates to the formal. also two boys from the catholic school actually turned up to this school's formal too.

but it was the distinct form of freedom to me, that the school didn't seem to give a flying fuck about what you did or who your brought along to this event. whereas the catholic school enjoyed sticking their noses into EVERYONES business telling you who you can and can't take to your formals/proms- even if they were former students of the school the previous year- or even current students in the year below you. it's a date from your year or NOTHING- and woe is you if you have the sheer audacity to go alone to the event. what a shame.

but in the case of the girl who in year 10 in 2011 that kept campaigning for her 21 year old DJ (house party dj) boyfriend to not only be the DJ for our formal (he has better music than the DJ the school uses for our socials (school dances)), but also to be her date... like paula. that 21yo grown ass man does NOT love you. you are 15/16. what on earth does this 21yo scumbag douchebag dude have in common with you??? why is he pushing you to take him, as your date, to your HIGH SCHOOL formal??? please don't bring him and stop begging to have him as the DJ.... when it's not the music that he's really there for. it's the access to girls your age.... when he's fuckin 21 and should be nowhere near a teen girl's year 10 formal/junior prom (not counting family tagging along to the photos portion of the event).

because I can see now that the catholic school, to some extent, did care about safety when the 21yo boyfriend wanting to be a formal date thing came into play. because I remember when I turned 21 in 2016, when the 16-18yo year 10 to year 12 students from the nearby high schools would come to my home uni's campus for lunch and decent coffee during their free periods or lunch breaks. i remember thinking "christ they're so young" and stuff like that. whenever I heard them talking amongst each other about their HSCs (end of high school exams) and ATARs (uni entrance marks), I always thought to myself, "god. I remember when that shit actually mattered.... and it doesn't now lmao bc I'm here". and "they really are just kids."

then when I did a couple of first year electives the next year, 2017, and I talked to the 18yos in those classes..... I realised how much I'd grown and stuff in the 4 years since high school had finished for me. and it was esp stark when all those kids kept telling me to turn in my work from high school.... all because that's what they were doing to save time, and they were apparently "getting high distinctions" bc their work was just "so good and intelligently written" or whatever bullshit they told me. so when I told them that, "hey. uh I can't really do that because I've grown so much since late high school that my writing voice is quite different and matured... and I don't think I could make my work NOT sound like it was written by 16 to 18 year old me." to which they'd always respond to me with "well that just means you're NOT a talented enough writer like me. why are you even in an arts degree if you can't make your work sound as good and as smart as mine???" like good luck, dana and jack, when your high school bs work starts running out..... and you realise halfway through uni that you're not as talented as you think you are.... and that your professors were just being nice to you in your first semesters. your teenage hubris will come crashing down soon. trust me.

but my point is that my growth between my late teen years and my early 20s was pretty big. I remember thinking that even the 17/18yos I was with in those 2017 first year electives with were practically still kids. but obvs being 18 and having moved interstate (some of the first years) makes them, to themselves, more mature and worldly than me, who is just a lowly local student vs becca who moved 10 hours away from her family to attend my local uni.

but my point is, to my younger followers, if i have any.... is that your high school has a point with duty of care rules, to not let you take your partner, esp if they're in their early 20s and you're 16-18 for your junior or senior prom. like yes it may be an absolute pain that you have to take laikynn, who is a dumb rudeass jock or the weird kid teddy or yknow- shock, horror you dare to go alone- bc fuck "needing a date" to these things.

but your early 20s partner is at a different stage of life to you- and defs should not be cruising around a year 10 formal/junior prom venue trying to idek "keep an eye on you" or whatever the stupid excuse is about wanting to go with you- let alone date you in the first place. bc never once, in my early 20s, did I want to date a 16-18yo. even if yes, there was only 4 years of age difference between me and the new 18yo uni students in 2017. but that 4 years meant that I was almost graduating, meant that I'd been to business college (this was a rip-off to get me into uni tbh) and had significant other stuff going on that made me grow, instead of y'know, just stagnating and staying in a teenagers mindset.

it meant that I was contemplating my future a bit... where would I go with my english/philosophy degree??? while the new students were still riding the highs of getting their desired ATARs or getting into uni through early entry. probs still thinking nice fluffy thoughts that an arts degree will make them a millionaire and get them hired instantly. when in reality, no one wants to hire you and will instantly pigeon-hole you into a teaching role.... despite your complete disinterest in the job field... and you personally knowing that it's NOT a fit for you.... but i digress.

so yeah. I now realise that the catholic school actually had a point with being hella anal about duty of care when it came to my formals/proms. so to any younger users on here: if some early 20 something person wants to date you, and wants you to take them to your high school event, really question their motives and why on earth they'd really want to go to your year 10 formal/junior prom or even senior events, with you.

you're 15/16 for junior prom/Y10F. take jake from science class or carina from english class. or go alone with your friends, bc you won't die if you don't have a partner for these events.... despite what that society says. or whatever weird bs an older partner could spit out to try to go with you. same goes for senior prom. go with someone your own age, not your 23yo partner who shouldn't be dating a teenager - like bro (gender neutral) knows what rent is and how to pay it. bro knows how to pay interest on a car loan. dump their ass. hell go with a person in the year below you, like i could've done for my year 12 formal. just don't invite some 20 something year old to a high school event it's weird af.... and your school has a point in regards to safety.

#life #about me #shut up ilona #relationships i guess

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