#sand: chews top's face off

[bird-inacage]

Only Friends Episode 12 | The Sand/Top Kiss: Revenge tastes sweet

I knew straight away that Mew was going to ask them to 'kiss and make-up'. Top looked so goddamn terrified the entire time, I was laughing so hard.

#only friends #only friends the series #ofts #only friends shitpost #sand x ray #ray x sand #top x mew #mew x top #sand / top #first kanaphan #force jiratchapong #khaotung thanawat #book kasidet #sand: chews top's face off #top acted like he had his first kiss stolen from him LOL #top: sweating in traumatised #mew was having the time of his life #the producers: who hasn't kissed each other yet? oh yep

[lovebugism]

vacation, cocktails, stevie in the tiniest shorts… I mean 😮‍💨

thanks for your request lovey!! — the one where steve takes you to the beach, but him in his bathing suit is the real view (established relationship, smut 18+, 2k)

bug's summer fic fest ♡

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart,” Steve jokes as he passes you a cocktail. It’s a red, yellow, and blue colored drink with an orange slice wedged into the top of it. It’s about as tropical as a beachside bar can get. 

The rainbow colors match his color-blocked swim trunks, though the fabric is far more muted in hue. They make his tanned skin look that much more golden. You can’t figure out which shade is most his color, though, no matter how hard you ogle. 

Steve spent a better part of the day smiling with delight every time he caught you staring. He’d been a bit scared to wear the shorts, in truth. They were far too long to be considered a speedo but revealed more of his thighs than normal trunks did. Then he saw how much you loved them and never wanted to take them off.

“Sorry,” you murmur as you take the blended drink from him. “It’s just… It’s staring me right in the face, babe.”

“Shut up,” Steve huffs out a laugh, descending on the lounge seat next to yours.

You’ve been on vacation for four days now, playing house in his parents’ beachside condo. He wears the bliss of holiday all over him, tanned skin glittering beneath a golden hour sun. He’s almost constantly shirtless because it’s so damn hot out — which has done nothing but give you ample time to leer at his toned torso, dusted with marred scars beneath sprinkles of chestnut hair.

But it’s his thighs that get you. Those goddamn perfect thighs you want to take a bite out of and ride all at once.

No one should look so good in such a tiny pair of shorts. You think it should be a crime, really. And the worst part about all of it is Steve has virtually no idea what he’s doing to you.

He just sits there next to you and laughs at your ogling — like there's anything remotely funny about the heart palpitations he’s giving you just from looking so damn good.

“I’m so glad I got you those shorts,” you confess, mostly to yourself, before sipping at the bendy straw in your cup. The fruity slush cools your warm skin almost instantly.

“Yeah,” Steve hums with a lopsided smile. His rosy lips match the sunburn on his cheekbones. “They fit like a glove, don’t they?”

You know he’s saying that just to tease you, but you nod anyway. “Yes, they do,” you singsong quietly, chewing at the end of your straw and getting lost in your leering.

It makes Steve chuckle to himself. “Alright, babe. Keep it in your pants.”

“I’d love to get into your pants, actually.”

“You’re in rare form today, aren’t you?” Steve wonders through his laughter.

Being beachside looked good on you — being away from Hawkins looked good on you. It’s the first time he’s seen you relax in a while. Like, really relax. No monsters to hunt, no children to run after, no parents to impress. It’s just you and him and an orange sun. 

And also a bar that serves alcohol that tastes like juice that you’re currently downing like it’s nothing.

“I’m tipsy and in love,” you shrug. “Sue me.”

Steve smacks his lips against his teeth. “Nah. I’m tipsy and in love, too, so… I guess I can’t really blame you…”

His admission of love makes you smile. You’ve surely heard it a million times now, but your chest sparkles like it’s the very first.

You grow suddenly soft. “Thanks for bringing me here, Stevie…”

His sheepish grin matches your own. “Thanks for coming with me, baby.”

He reaches a hand out towards you — which you take without thinking twice.

His long fingers are warm as they engulf your own. Your arms sway in the inches of space separating the two of you, knuckles gently brushing the white sand beneath you. And even though you’re touching him, you can’t help but crave more.

“You’re so far away,” you observe with a slight pout furrowing your brows.

Steve scoffs a gentle laugh. “I’m literally holding your hand.”

“Yeah, but like…” You trail off as you try to find the words to say — how to say them without sounding pathetic. Your nose scrunches softly with your admission. “I need you…”

“Need me?” he wonders with pinched brows. 

He’s concerned at first, because he’s always concerned at first.

He’s been on the defense since 1984. It’s practically in his nature, at this point. It takes him a second to realize you don’t actually need help — that you’re not in Hawkins anymore, and there’s no reason to look over his shoulder. 

His honey eyes go wide in realization a moment later. His pink mouth falls softly agape. “Oh. Like, need me, need me?”

You hum with a distant, tipsy smile.

“Need you, need you, need you,” you repeat thrice for effect.

Despite his similar desire that blooms like a flower in his chest, he urges, “Finish your drink first, ‘kay?”

Your pout returns. “Why?”

“‘Cause it was expensive as shit, and I don’t want it going to waste,” he explains with a chuckle.

You nod in return. “Yes, sir…”

Your mouth curls around the straw again. A smile quirks your lips as you watch the boy next to you squirm in his seat — your words having a rather obvious effect on him.

You swallow down the strawberry slush, now turning into a sour lemon, and blink away a brain freeze. 

“You okay over there, Stevie?” you tease.

He nods with jutted-out lips. “Mm-hmm. Yep. Perfect.”

—————

One Tropical Rainbow Paradise cocktail later, and Steve’s leading you to his cabana.

It’s more private than a normal one. Far more lavish, too. It’s like a tiny studio apartment — made of three walls and a thick curtain in place of a door. There’s a television hung below the ceiling, a small bed pushed up against the wood, and a clawfoot tub idling on the other side. 

You figure you’ll have ample time to ride Steve in the bath later. 

Your mouth waters for a taste of him now.

It’s why you fall to your knees no more than a second after you’ve latched the curtain shut.

Steve’s eyes go wide as he watches you. He nearly stumbles backward onto the mattress behind him because the very sight of you makes his legs buckle.

“Whoa, babe— Let me put a pillow under you first—”

“I don’t care about that,” you dismiss with the shake of your head. Your fingers curl around the hem of his trunks as you blink up at him. “Just take your clothes off.”

He nods, rapid and visibly enthusiastic. 

You don’t pull his shorts all the way down, just enough to free his half-hard cock. You slip the band beneath his heavy balls and wrap his dick in your hand, wetting your palm with your tongue first to ease the friction. 

You work him slowly with your wrist and lick the pearly bead of precum from his flushed tip like it’s muscle memory to you. The rough pad of your tongue flicking over the most sensitive part of him drives him wild. A groan rumbles in his chest, muffled through his clenched jaw and teeth.

“Fuck— These trunks are really doing it for you, huh?” he teases after his fleeting senses return to him.

You blink up at him, only halfway amused. “Be careful, Stevie. I don't know if you noticed, but I have your dick in my hand.”

A crooked grin pulls at his pink lips. “Yeah… Go ahead and put your mouth on it, sweetheart,” he instructs lowly. “Maybe I’ll let you ride it after— shit.”

Your lips wrap fully around his reddening tip.

His breath catches in his throat when you lick over him like a lollipop. Your tongue dips over his drooling slit. The salty tang of him makes you moan under your breath.

Your lips abandon his cock soon after. You keep jerking him with your fist while you bring your mouth to his balls. You know he likes that best. He’s more sensitive there than most men are and spurned on by the sight of it even more so.

The sounds of your suckling and the vision of you nuzzling against his length has his orgasm creeping up his spine. 

Your mouth widens as your tongue trails up the thick vein at the underside of his cock, leading all the way to his flushed, bulbous tip.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” Steve sighs, right before a whine spills from his throat. His palms are wide and warm as they settle over your temples, his fingers crawling into your hair. 

He doesn’t guide you at all — you know what he likes better than he does, really. He doesn’t pull you closer to him, either. He just holds you. He uses you like an anchor when his impending orgasm threatens to pull his head underwater.

“Oh, fuck, baby,” he repeats, this time in a more firm groan. His cock jerks faintly in your mouth while he babbles. “Gonna make me come like this… So good for me, baby. Your pretty mouth is always so good for me. Just a little bit more…”

You know what he needs. He blinks, and suddenly his cock is stuffed down your throat. Both of you are barely breathing by then, equally spurned on by his rapidly approaching orgasm.

“Oh, shit, babe— fuck,” he whines, voice breaking when you swallow around him. He tilts his head to the ceiling and talks himself through his orgasm with gritted teeth. “Yeah. Gag on it— let me feel you, baby… Fuck, yes... 'S gonna make me come so hard. You’re gonna swallow it for me, yeah? Take everything I give you?”

With his cock stuffing your throat, you show him better than you can tell him. 

His cock spits several warm loads within your waiting throat. You swallow it all down without complaint — not because it tastes good exactly, but because you love having a mouthful of him.

His golden thighs tremble under your hands as your nails rake gently over his skin.

A blissful sigh trembles in his flushed chest when you pull back from him. Even though your jaw aches and your throat is sore, you find it in you to smile as you drag your finger over the dribbles of cum at the corner of your mouth. 

Steve swears he almost comes again when you lick the remnants of his pearly load off the pad of your thumb.

“What do ya say?” you find it in you to tease despite your current predicament. You’re still kneeling in front of him, blinking up at him with heavy watering eyes, saliva glistening on your chin. “Did I earn my seat, Stevie?”

Swallowing through a tight throat, he nods until the words catch up to him. “Yeah. Definitely, yeah. Fuck.”

The bed creaks under his weight when he lies in the center of it. Now fully naked, his tanned skin contrasts heavily with the all-white sheets beneath him. His honey hair is wild as he leans against the fluffy pillows.

He beckons you to him with a wave of his hands.

“C’mere,” he tells you, pink tongue darting out to wet his swollen lips a second later.

You untie your bikini in record time. You rise on the mattress and swing your knee over his hip. Your glistening pussy rests just over his stomach, pretty enough to taste.

“Uh-uh,” Steve hums with the shake of his head, waving his hands again. “Come here.”

Your brows pinch. “What do you mean?”

“Closer,” he commands.

Still a bit confused, you shift further up his waist — only a few inches, though, because you’re not entirely sure what he’s asking of you. 

You don’t fully understand until his wide hands curl around the backs of your thighs. He urges you up his torso himself, forcing you to grip the headboard before you topple over completely. 

He shifts lower on the mattress until your knees are over his shoulders. His strong arms wrap around your thighs to pull you over his face, all but suffocating himself with your pussy.

His scruffy jaw scratches softly at your inner thighs — a stark contrast with the way his soft mouth suckles at your weeping cunt.

You’re practically gushing over his face the second his lips wrap around your clit.

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #st drabbles #stevie drabble #bug's summer fic fest!

[strawberrystepmom]

nsfw - mdni. f!reader, gojo and reader are in a semi established relationship aka idiots in love. they are skinny dipping!!!!!!!!! he’s a little mushy here ngl. wc 1142

“Have you ever skinny dipped before?”

Satoru’s question catches you off guard as you both watch the sunset over the horizon, your knees pressed to your chest while the gentle roar of the ocean drowns out any other sound you could possibly hear for miles.

Except for him, of course.

Turning your face to look at him, you raise a brow and make a show of absentmindedly brushing grains of sugary sand off of your thigh. He tilts his head and waits, surprisingly patient, but takes note of the way you chew your bottom lip with a half smile before finally answering.

“Have you?”

It’s not the retort he was expecting and you can tell immediately, his uncovered eyes widening as you unfold your legs and stretch them out in front of you.

“Of course. Tons of times.”

He’s lying but what else is he supposed to do?

You’re dressed in your yellow bikini - something stupid you dug out of the back of your dresser drawer for this trip just in case the two of you could find time to stop at the beach - and he watches as the strings tying the flimsy fabric sag after a day of being taut across your body.

If he untied them, he bets he’d feel indentations in your skin from the ties. Little patterns he could drape his fingers across, something only he’d get to see.

“Was it as magical as the movies make it look?”

Your voice makes him shift his gaze off of the crease where your thigh and hip meet and back up to your face, sunkissed and stunning even as night falls around the two of you. The beach is empty, almost surprisingly so, and part of you wonders if his question was an invitation rather than a stroke of curiosity.

He shrugs.

“Would’ve been more fun with better company.”

You snort, one of his favorite sounds, and he wonders who you think he has done it with. It wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility for it to have been Shoko and Suguru at one point in his life. Maybe it was with someone you’ve never met, a mysterious stranger who was lucky enough to rove their eyes across each blue vein beneath his pale skin in the moonlight just like this.

“Like me?”

The question is loaded and you both know it, meeting the others’ gaze with equal parts amusement and uncertainty. Your face feels warmer than it did under the blazing midday sun when he looks down at you through his lashes and nods.

There’s something almost uncharacteristically shy about the way he looks right now. It’s hard enough to tell him no on any given day, it’s damn near impossible when he looks at you like that. You look around the beach to make sure it’s truly as empty as it looks and sounds.

Not a soul in sight besides him, the one who makes the stars seem less dazzling in comparison and the one you’re almost certain you’d give your heart to a hundred times over if he asked.

Without another thought, you shrug.

“I’ve already given you a few of my first times, what’s one more?”

A grin spreads across his face as you reach behind you rise to standing, brushing any excess sand off of your legs, and head toward the water’s edge. He waits back for a moment, watching your every step. He scrambles to run toward you when you look over your shoulder with a salacious half smile, your fingers making quick work of the knot at the base of your neck.

“Let me help you,” he offers while he bounds over, lithe and long fingers quickly handling the knot in the middle of your back. Your top flies off without a second thought and you don’t feel as embarrassed as you assumed before taking it off.

It’s exhilarating, even more so when you look up to see the faint dusting of pink across Gojo’s nose and cheeks. Your hands move next to your bottoms and you watch his every glance while you untie one side and then the other, fabric fluttering to the sand below.

Stepping closer to the water, you dip your toe into the waves and yelp at the coolness. It doesn’t stop you from continuing, walking until the water is to your knees and your thighs and eventually covering your hips. He gapes from the shoreline and you pout, almost too far out for him to tell but close enough he knows exactly what you’re about to say.

“Come on, Satoru. You’ve never been shy before.”

The words are what have him reaching for the waistband of his trunks, pulling them down over his muscled thighs and your breath catches seeing him just as you imagined he’d look in this moment.

Otherworldly. Ethereal. Glowing, even. He rivals the stars, the moon, the men you used to dream about after sneaking into your mom’s romance book stash.

If you weren’t so eager to get one up on him tonight with his flustered state you’d say those things aloud but instead you let him wonder. You watch him enter the water until it’s knee deep, thigh deep, hip deep, and you let him come to you and scoop you up in the water.

You little siren, he thinks. It has to be true, water sparkling across your shoulders and arms like gems.

Gathered in his arms, bare chest pressed to bare chest as you situate your legs around his waist, you giggle and crane your neck to kiss his cheek.

“I know you’ve never done this before,” you tease and he grumbles under his breath that he’s been caught. You simply giggle and kiss him again, your lips finding his own quickly while his arms wrap around your torso.

“How’d you know?”

Shrugging, you smile.

“Good intuition, what can I say?”

He smirks and without warning, he walks the two of you deeper into the water until it covers your chest and half of his torso, his eyes heavily lidded as they look down at you.

He’s a vision.

You love him so much it’s almost painful and you have to look away, enjoying the view of the glistening moon across the surface of the water in the distance.

“For what it’s worth,” he captures your attention again and you smile while letting your hands dangle off of his shoulders. “I’m glad this is my first time.”

He dips his head and kisses you again, his lips salty from the gentle sea breeze. You memorize the taste knowing it’ll become synonymous with this night, with him, with the way he shines brighter than the moon.

“Good enough company?”

Your tone is teasing and you reach up the back of his neck to absentmindedly play with the hair growing at the base of it.

“The best I could ever ask for.”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #kendall writes #satoken

[beom-pyu]

lust for life ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ kang taehyun

kang taehyun x fem!reader (choi yeonjun x fem!reader) , tags: non idol au , friends to lovers , one-sided crushes , pining , fluff , nsfw , angst , friend!taehyun , bff!yeonjun , roommate!yeonjun , college au , one-sided crushes , angst , pink-haired taehyun because why not, reader is a little ditzy but you mean well!! , pwp

warnings: smut (minors dni) , cursing , fingering , drinking , service top!taehyun (i need to spread this agenda please hear me out) , unprotected sex (reader is on the pill) , sane and consensual! , car sex (i have an obsession) , reader is going thru it

"in these stolen moments, the world is mine. there's nobody here—just us together. keepin' me hot like july forever."

a/n: hiii it's been a while! i've had this in the drafts for a little bit and i finally finished it yayyyy!! also happy 520+ in just a little over a month??? ily guys with all of my heart :,,,) i hope u enjoy!!! (this has only been proofread once so plz excuse any mistakes!)

wc: 8.17k

you’ve never been a fan of pancakes. in fact, you had even won an online debate about how waffles are the better breakfast food back in middle school on some weird forum site. pancakes are just too starchy, too flimsy, and way too bland. you’d rather eat sand than willingly go out of your way to devour a plate of pancakes.

but as yeonjun hand feeds you a bite of the blueberry pancakes he made for your “friendiversary” (the friendship anniversary that you guys celebrate every year), you decide right then and there that you have become a pancake connoisseur—a devotee… a fanatic, if you will.

you hum in delight, clapping your hands in appreciation as you chew the slice of doughy goodness. yeonjun watches your reaction with hopeful eyes—those fox-like eyes, shining as the daylight from the kitchen window hits his irises, a chocolate brown ring hidden in the center. you think you can get lost in them forever: the way they bunch up when he smiles widely, the way his eyelashes frame them beautifully, the way they seem to display any and every emotion he feels. those captivating, enchanting eyes.

“does it taste okay?” yeonjun asks, his soft voice snapping you back into reality. you’re nodding quickly before you even realize it, giving him two thumbs up as you swallow the food. 

“i didn’t know you were a pancake expert,” you joke, picking up your own fork to grab a strawberry off of your plate. yeonjun shakes his head with a faint smile, pushing around the food on his plate as he watches you eat.

“i just threw some things together. guess i’m just a natural, huh?” his voice is filled with feign cockiness and you find yourself giggling at the way he leans back in his seat with his arms behind his head like some 90s chick-flick jock.

he looks especially good today—you don’t know if it’s just the warm feelings surrounding your friendiversary, or if it’s the way the sun rays frame his figure, creating a halo effect around his body. he’s perfect in your eyes; his black hair falls beautifully around his face, and his cheeks are naturally flushed pink from the warm air of your shared apartment. his lips are glossy with some syrup residue and you wish for nothing more than to kiss it off of him, tasting the sweetness of his mouth as your hands find their way to his—

“—ift today, so i have to go in. i’m really sorry, y/n.”

you blink, tilting your head a bit as you rip your attention from his lips. “sorry, what did you say?”

yeonjun sighs with a small, apologetic smile, bouncing his fork in his hands. “there was no one who could cover my shift for our friendiversary, so i still have to work today.”

his voice is filled with so much guilt, and despite the deep disappointment you feel in your chest, you don’t want to make him feel any worse. he doesn’t deserve to feel that way. you guys have celebrated your friendiversary every single year for the past decade and a half. from visiting the aquarium in sixth grade, to go-karting in ninth, to climbing onto the rooftop of your apartment complex to stargaze last year; you guys have done it all. there’s nothing wrong with cutting one short, right?

“oh, that’s okay! i… i still have some cramming i need to do, so that’ll definitely keep me busy.” you wave your hand to dismiss him with a small smile before quickly spooning another strawberry into your mouth to cover up the falter of your lips. yeonjun’s shoulders untense with relief, nudging your foot under the table—the action is quick to summon butterflies in your stomach, a small warmth rising to your face from the short contact. 

“i promise i’ll make it up to you, okay?” and any hint of dismay in your body dissipates with the lopsided smile he sends your way, too distracted by the fluttery stuttering of your heart and the way those eyes glimmer in the morning sunlight.

“i’m going to die.”

“you’re not going to die.”

“yes, i am. i’m going to die and it’ll be all your fault.”

taehyun deadpans you as you dramatically drape yourself across the library table, whining with your cheek pressed against the cool wood. today was supposed to be your friendiversary, and now here you are, face to face with your friend (and calculus tutor) in your stuffy campus library.

you mentally curse the current recession—yeonjun could’ve had the day off to cuddle and watch movies with you, but now he’s holed up in a dumb, understaffed clothing store. 

on top of it all, calculus seems to always have the ability to literally melt your brain through your ears, feeling yourself growing more and more delirious with every number and formula you write down. there’s a reason why you’re an english major.

taehyun simply watches you throw your contained fit, his demeanor blank with the slightest hint of amusement—he’s definitely used to it by now. with one final huff, you lift your head up, grabbing your pencil with vigor as you straighten your back.

“okay, let’s do this.”

a tiny puff of laughter fills the space around you as taehyun’s lips quirk up at your immediate change of pace, his eyebrows raised with entertainment.

“you sure you don’t need another minute?” he teases you with a sly smile and you give him a tiny glare in return.

“not everyone is a mathematical nerd like you, kang,” you retort, but the words are light and airy—it’s easy to banter with taehyun. you’ve known him since your freshman year, meeting him by chance at this exact library during exam season. you approached him first—he had on a t-shirt of a band you like a little too much and with your extroverted nature, you cracked through his shell quickly. 

you two would be complete opposites if it weren’t for the fact that you have so much in common with each other. he’s like the less talkative, “critically thinking”’version of you—he balances you out perfectly and you’re incredibly thankful to have a friend like him. he’s always open to listen to your rambling, help you out when you’re struggling in one of your classes, and provide silent company when you don’t want to be alone. 

you’re especially grateful that he willingly offered to help you prepare for your upcoming exams, knowing how scatterbrained you get when it comes to studying—and by the time it hits 5 p.m, you’re officially burnt out, unable to intake any more explanations of radians and whatnot. 

taehyun notices your attention drifting as you chew on the end of your pen, a tiny and fond smile falling onto his face. 

“how about we call it a day?” taehyun asks as he closes his textbook. you immediately brighten up, nodding aggressively—taehyun quietly laughs at your enthusiasm.

“wanna get something to eat? i think i’m actually going to die after all of this now.” you motion to the mess of paper and notes in front of you, hearing taehyun hum in agreement. you pack up quickly as you randomly stuff your papers into their proper (see: random) folders, ready to get some food in your stomach as you tell taehyun about this new show you’ve started watching. he listens intently, nodding along to your breakdown of the plot—you speak way too fast for anything to be even the slightest bit comprehensible, but your eagerness makes up for any lost translations.

the air is warm on your skin when you exit the library, soaking up the heat as you fall into step with taehyun next to you. as brutal as finals season is on you, it does leave one positive in your mind—summer is coming. 

you had planned a trip with yeonjun to your hometown for the first few weeks of summer—just the two of you with no distractions of work and assignments. alone. together. you were going to confess during this trip; you had promised yourself that you wouldn’t chicken out this time. you have liked yeonjun for years, ever since middle school, but you’ve been too afraid of losing him to actually tell him the truth about your feelings—but this is it. this will be the summer you tell him everything. you beam at the thought, already feeling giddy at just the idea. 

“watcha thinking about?” 

taehyun’s inquisitive voice enters your ears and you turn your head to look over at him. he’s already watching you, his big eyes focused on the goofy smile on your face. your neck heats up with embarrassment at the prospect of being caught daydreaming about your best friend, shaking your head.

“nothing, really. i just love when the sun’s out,” you speak, looking up to the clear sky as you silently applaud yourself for that on-the-spot excuse. you can still feel taehyun’s eyes on your face, but you brush it off as your phone rings in your hand. 

you look down at the caller i.d., your heart jumping at the giant display of letters that spell out “junnie bug”. his contact photo takes up your entire screen and you’re sure taehyun sees it as well—it’s a selfie yeonjun took when he used one of your hello kitty headbands to wash his face, his lips puckered up in a kissy face with a v by his eyes, winking at the camera. god, he’s so cute. 

quick to answer the phone, you press the device to your ear with a small smile on your lips, muttering out a quiet hello.

“hey, where are you right now?”

you scan the area, realizing you’re closing in on one of the campus restaurants, one you and yeonjun frequent weekly. 

“i’m about to grab dinner. why?” the line is quiet for a beat as you hear some shuffling and jingling before yeonjun finally responds.

“i got off early! come eat with me. i brought your favorite~” yeonjun sing-songs through the speaker of your phone. you pout a bit, glancing up at taehyun whose hands are shoved in his pocket as he looks off into the distance, giving you privacy to speak.

“i’m actually with taehyun right now…”

yeonjun makes a small, whiny sound, quick to intervene. “but it’s our friendiversary! plus, i have something i’ve been waiting to tell you.”

your heart stops in your chest for a moment as the words reach your ears, feeling the world around you slow down.

yeonjun has something to tell you.

he has something he's been waiting to tell you.

you try not to overthink it, but you can’t stop the conclusion from jumping into your head.

he’s going to confess. he’s going to confess!

you bite back a small squeal as you gain your composure, your eyes flickering over to taehyun once again. he’s a few steps behind you and you already feel bad for what you’re about to do—but yeonjun has something to tell you and your best friend always comes first.

(especially when he’s going to confess to you!)

“okay, i’ll be there soon! love you, junnie.”

“love you too. see you in a bit.”

and then the line goes silent. you try to hide your wide grin as you turn on your heel towards taehyun who stops in his tracks, his head cocking to the side at your excited demeanor. 

“hey, can we make a reign check? i’m really sorry,” you pout as you speak, but taehyun doesn’t seem fazed in the slightest, nodding his head.

“yea, that’s okay. seems like you have somewhere important to be.” the small smile he gives you seems a little forced, but you’re too blinded by the excitement pooling in your gut to linger on it. you make a small happy noise, reaching out to pat taehyun’s arm softly.

“i’ll pay for dinner next time—pinky promise.” you hold out your pinky and taehyun’s eyes follow your hand, smiling a bit at the action.

“what, are we twelve?” he teases and you huff, gently jabbing your pinky into his arm. 

“pinky promises are the ultimate form of trust and commitment!” you declare with a self-assured nod. taehyun hesitates for a moment as he gives you an unreadable look before his warm pinky hooks onto yours, your thumbs pressing together in a silent seal. 

“thank you, kind sir,” you say in a horrible british accent and the corners of taehyun’s eyes crinkle in that darling way they do when he smiles. “i’ll see you tomorrow. bye, bye!”

if taehyun watches your figure retreat until you’ve disappeared around the corner of the communications building, and a short while after you’re already gone—well, that’s for only him to know.

you’re nervous, you realize as you wipe your sweaty palms on your skirt, taking in a deep breath as you stand outside of your apartment. one would think you’d be prepared for this, considering how many sleepless nights you’ve tossed and turned imagining this exact moment. the exact moment when yeonjun tells you, to your face, that he has been in love with you for years—and you would confirm that you feel the same way, and all would be well and dandy and you’d finally be able to breathe.

but your breath gets caught in your lungs the moment you see yeonjun sitting on the couch with a movie paused on the screen, all of your favored dishes from your favorite takeout place laid out in an array on the glass coffee table in the middle of the living room. time moves in slow motion when his head turns towards you as you walk through the front door, those butterflies making their way back to your belly the moment his eyes lock onto yours.

he’s always so gorgeous—even after being on his feet for hours due to his long shift, he still manages to look positively effortless. his plush lips are slightly parted in a wide smile as he beckons you over, his hair bouncing on his forehead at the movement. he’s shining, the sunset casting a wonderful glow over the living room, making his pristine skin look even more angelic than it usually does.

you’re in love. you’re absolutely, absolutely enamored with the man in front of you. 

it’s like a scene in a movie as you take a seat on the couch next to him, his arm coming to rest over your shoulders, pulling you into a tight side hug and… oh goodness, he smells so amazing. he’s had the same signature scent for years—a sweet grapefruit with hints of cedar and black currant. intoxicating, alluring. you subtly inhale as you bury your face in his shoulder, letting yourself bask in his warmth. his comfort.

you feel his body rumble with quiet laughter at the way you cling to him, his free hand coming up to pinch your cheek fondly. 

“hello to you too,” he speaks and you pop your head up to smile at him.

“i missed you. i think i lost half of my sanity after that study session,” you mumble as you pull your knees up to your chest, pressing yourself closer to yeonjun’s side.

“wasn’t taehyun there to help, though?” yeonjun questions as he massages the back of your neck. you hum in response, your eyes slipping shut as your body relaxes.

“he’s the only reason i didn’t actually go insane,” you groan and yeonjun laughs a bit at your theatrics. “but enough of that. it’s friendiversary time!”

you try to ignore the anticipation bubbling in your chest as the night goes on. yeonjun seems to have pushed the “something” he’s been “waiting” to tell you to the back burner of his mind, laughing and joking around as per usual as some corny 2000s chick flick plays on the t.v. screen. you’re painfully aware though, your eyes glancing over at him during every bout of prolonged silence, trying to egg him on with subtle words—and by the time the movie finally ends, you think he’s forgotten completely.

but then he turns his body towards you, and if you weren’t already hyperfocused on his entire presence, you would’ve missed the way he takes a subtle deep breath, silently preparing himself for whatever he’s about to tell you. naturally, your body faces him as well, your hands in your lap as you dismiss the rapid pounding of your heart in your chest. 

it’s finally happening.

yeonjun cracks a small smile to break the growing tension in the room and you swoon at the way his cheeks bunch up in that adorable way they do.

“soooo,” he starts and you can’t help but to smile a bit at his unusually awkward demeanor—choi yeonjun, you’re choi yeonjun, is actually nervous right now. something about it makes you feel a little fluttery; just the sight of his face reddening makes your stomach flip. he’s so cute.

“soooo…?” you echo, nudging his knee with yours. he chuckles a bit, one of his hands coming up to rub the back of his neck.

“remember how i said there’s something i’ve been waiting to tell you?” he speaks slowly as if he’s thinking of every word he says before they exit his mouth. you nod, trying to hide your growing grin. “so, um…”

this is it. this is it. your days of pining are finally over. you’ll be able to kiss, hug, and love yeonjun all you want, as loudly as you want. you’ll finally be his.

“i think i’m going to throw up from the suspense,” you blurt out and your words help to lighten the mood, yeonjun laughing again as his hand drops back down to his lap. 

“i guess i’ll just say it then,” he inhales once before his next sentence tumbles off of his lips like an avalanche, destroying your world with every passing millisecond. you’re dunked underwater as your breath hitches in your throat, your hearing muffled as you watch yeonjun’s lips move, but none of it reaches your ears.

you can’t think. you don’t want to think. it’s all too sudden and you feel your hands tremble slightly in your lap as yeonjun’s eyes fill with adoration as he talks about the girl from his fashion department. 

“we’re official. me and eunbin… we’re dating.”

he’s so happy as he lulls on about the exact moment everything happened; the way her eyes lit up, the way she jumped into his arms, the way she kissed him on the lips. how she’s so smart and mature. how she’s beautiful and confident and charming in every way. how she’s exactly what he needs at this point in his life. 

how she isn’t you.

you have always kind of been aware of the fact that the girl had a crush on yeonjun. she’d always be by his side walking through campus, hanging off his arm like a koala, overly affectionate with skinship. but yeonjun was friendly too, and he’s touchy with all of his friends—it’s his love language. you’ve never thought too much of it seeing as yeonjun always returns home to you. cuddling you at night when you can’t sleep. cooking you breakfast and dinner almost every day. matching outfits with you. staying up late to talk with you. 

you were just too stupid—too naive… too blinded by your own infatuation with the man to realize that his eyes weren’t set on you this entire time. you were just his comfort. his roommate. his best friend. and nothing more.

you aren’t sure if you’re still present in your body—it feels as if you’re watching the entire scene from afar, somewhere high up in the clouds. away from yeonjun. away from yourself. 

you want to cry, already feeling a lump form in your throat as your waterline burns with tears, but yeonjun’s smile is the widest you’ve seen it be in a while, and those eyes… those same eyes you’ve found yourself getting lost in one too many times… they’re so big and bright tonight as he rambles on about this girl. this girl who is everything you’re not. 

it feels as if your heart shrivels up and falls into your stomach right then, fighting to make a smile form on your trembling lips. you want to be joyful for your best friend—you really do—but it just hurts so, so much and you’re about to break at any second.

“i’m so happy for you, junnie,” you mumble out quietly, positive that if you speak any louder, your voice will crack and give it all away. yeonjun directs that endearing smile your way and you feel your heart break even more.

“thank you, y/n. you’re… you’re the first person i’ve told so i was a little nervous. thank you, really.” yeonjun lets out a sigh of relief as he pulls you into a hug. it should’ve been warm and cherished, filling you with nothing but precious feelings—but you can’t help that ice-cold feeling that washes over you as you inhale his citrusy cologne, patting his back with a shaky hand. when he pulls away, he has this little dazed smile on his face—he’s definitely thinking about her—and your gut churns with the ickiest feeling you’ve ever felt. 

“you know it’s hard for me to open up to people,” he continues, and you aren’t sure how much longer you can sit here while holding in your tears. “but with her, it’s just like… it’s so natural and easy. she reminds me of you, actually. she always understands me in the way that you do.”

no, she doesn’t. 

“i’m glad,” you mutter out and he doesn’t even process your short response, too busy lost in thought as he smiles down at his lap. 

you can’t. you can’t. 

“‘m gonna go to the bathroom,” you speak, standing before he even acknowledges your words. your tears are already falling down your cheeks as soon as you turn your back to him, your legs moving quicker than the speed of light as you shut the bathroom door behind you, letting it all rush out. 

you muffle your quick breathing with the sleeve of your sweater so yeonjun can’t hear—you don’t want to ruin this moment for him. he’s still your best friend, and he deserves all of the happiness in the world. but you’re selfish and your heart hurts a little too much; all of those years of pining and chasing… 

this truly sucks.

you don’t know how long you sit in there, but it must’ve been long enough for yeonjun to become worried seeing as a knock soon sounds from the door.

“y/n, you okay?”

you quickly pat your cheeks dry with your palm, nodding your head before remembering he can’t see you from the other side of the wall.

“yeah, ‘m just getting ready for bed!” you call out, cringing slightly at your hoarse voice. hearing an affirmative hum from yeonjun in the hallway, you turn on the sink to wash the tear tracks from your face. 

now this is definitely a friendiversary to remember.

taehyun has always had a knack for being incredibly perceptive—you like to call it his “kitty senses”, the way his nose twitches cutely when he spots something in the distance, or the way he perks up when he hears something interesting. he always seems to be aware of the space and those around him, noticing the little things, and paying close attention to detail. maybe that’s the reason why he blinks so little; he’s always keeping an eye out for the minuscule things people usually overlook.

so when your laugh isn’t quite as full as it usually is, and your smile doesn’t fully reach your eyes, and your fingers keep fidgeting with the zipper of your jacket—taehyun knows something is up.

it’s not like you’re not trying to hide it. you had made sure to put on extra concealer that morning to hide your sleepy eyes from your lack of sleep, which is useless because already sure you’ll be crying it off by the end of the day. you try to joke around with taehyun as usual, but you can’t seem to stop your mind from drifting. 

it hurts—it hurts so bad, and as much as you wish to just accept reality and move on, some part of you still wants to believe that this is all a dream. some horrible, horrible joke the universe decided to play on you. you just want it to all be over.

taehyun’s over at your place today. yeonjun has work until 6 and you really don’t think you can bring yourself to leave the dark, brooding coven that has become your bedroom, so you came up with a flimsy excuse of the library being too hot to study in today.

“let’s take a break,” taehyun’s voice sounds from your desk, successfully making you look up from where you’re laid stomach down on your bed. in all honesty, you’ve been repeatedly reading the same sentence for the past ten minutes, drawing the conclusion that you’re definitely not going to get anything done today. 

you sigh with a small nod, moving to sit crisscross as you shut your laptop, feeling your shoulders slump. taehyun’s watching you—you can feel his eyes follow your movement as you move your laptop to your bedside table, your lips adorning a permanent frown. 

you don’t even bother to check your phone as you flop backward onto your bed; it’s not yeonjun’s fault that you feel this way—you know that. he’s not responsible for the way your stomach swoops when he smiles, or the way your skin tingles when his hand lingers on your face for a little too long. it’s your fault for jumping to conclusions, for seeing everything through rose-tinted glasses.

it’s your fault for falling for him so hard. 

and here comes that feeling again; that lump in your throat, the churning of your insides, the sting behind your eyes. too caught up in your own thoughts, you don’t process the dip in your bed as taehyun takes a seat next to you.

“are you alright?”

his voice is oh so soft as you turn your head to look at him—those big eyes scan over your body as he tries to read what’s wrong, seeing his kitty senses working a thousand miles a second. you catch the way his fingers twitch as if he wants to touch you, but his body is stiff with uncertainty.

you almost want to cry simply at the way he so obviously cares, his brows knit together, eyes searching yours for an answer you aren’t giving him. he’s lovely, you render, as you scoot over to give him some space to slip in next to you as you curl up to his side. it’s nothing new; you’re used to sharing a bed with taehyun to get in quick power naps during cramming, or to scroll through your phones in silence, just enjoying each other’s company. 

but something feels different this time as he wraps his arm around you, his fingers tickling your arm. your head rests on his shoulder while your index finger draws random patterns on his chest, his black t-shirt bunching and scrunching up with the movement. it’s quiet as he strokes your arm, the pads of his fingers making goosebumps rise to your sensitive skin. you don’t realize how bad you need this—the warmth of his body is so nice and you can already feel your walls coming down as you sniffle, a few tears escaping your eyes.

“‘m gonna get your shirt all wet,” you mumble, and taehyun just laughs a bit, resting his head on top of yours.

“i don’t mind,” he replies quietly and you immediately break, the dam collapsing as your tears soak into his shirt, accepting all of the untamed emotions running wild inside of your body. taehyun holds you silently and gently, his thumb brushing over your skin in an attempt at solace. 

heartbreak is a weird, weird thing. it feels like you’re yearning for something that you know you’ll never have. craving the touch of someone you’ll never be able to hug and kiss and love in the way you want to. you don’t believe you’ve ever felt anything like this before.

so you let yourself cry, and cry, and cry as taehyun nuzzles his cheek into your hair—a silent reminder that he’s still right here next to you.

he doesn’t ask any questions, and in a way, you’re thankful for that. what would you even say? your bestfriend broke your heart even though you guys were never together in the first place? it sounds ridiculous in any way you can think of wording it, so you bask in the silence as you let everything out.

by the time your tears slow down, your fingers are clenching the front of taehyun’s shirt like a lifeline… and he lets you hold onto him for as long as you need. you don’t know what you have ever done to deserve a friend like him. always ready to catch you when you fall, giving reassurance when you need it, and always prepared to lend a helping hand. 

you find yourself lifting your head to find taehyun’s eyes already on you, his hand slipping from your arm to your waist at your movement. his eyes are clouded with apprehension, and you’re sure you look an absolute mess right now with your swollen eyes and tear-stained skin. but there is something left unsaid in the air as your eyes trail down to his pink lips; his hand grips your waist a little tighter, his big eyes flickering quickly between yours.

his eyes are different than yeonjun’s—while yeonjun’s are filled with memories of home and familiarity, taehyun’s are present and swirling with unadulterated want. he wants to be here with you. 

everything is muted save for your air conditioning, the quiet hum from the fan of taehyun’s laptop sitting on your desk, and the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.

you shouldn’t do it. you know this is a bad, bad, bad idea. you’re still not over yeonjun—you’re not ready to move on yet. but that feeling of heartbreak and pure longing wraps around your brain and you just need something, someone to make it all pause. the feeling of taehyun’s hand on your waist is grounding as his thumb brushes over your your clothed skin, his dark brown irises still fixated on you, waiting. and waiting. and waiting.

your lips are on his before you can give anything another thought. 

he kisses you as delicately as he holds you, giving you the lead, and allowing you to take whatever you want from him. his lips are incredibly soft—you taste his vanilla and peppermint chapstick on your tongue, getting lost in the slightly tingly sensation. your mind is hazy as your hand trails up from his chest to the side of his neck, feeling his pulse under the pads of your fingers, pressing closer to him to deepen the kiss.

his tongue swipes across your bottom lip in silent permission and you gladly give in, parting your lips for him. a quiet moan slips out as his free hand tugs your thigh over his waist, moving you to straddle him. his body is firm and sturdy underneath you, your hands falling to his shoulders as you steady yourself.

it should end here… it really should—but then taehyun tilts his head and takes your bottom lip in between his teeth and his hands are so heavy and pleasant on your waist and you’re reminded of citrus and home and…

he pulls away slowly, his chest rising and falling quickly as he stares up at your figure.

“y/n…”

his breathy voice quickly makes you come to your senses.

guilt overrides your body as you realize—you just took advantage of your friend’s kindness and company, all because of your own stupid feelings. a grave emotion washes over you as you shake your head, quickly moving off of his body as taehyun sits up.

because only then does it dawn on you that you were pretending taehyun’s lips were yeonjun’s.

“hey, hey, it’s okay—”

“no, i can’t—fuck, i’m so sorry, taehyun,” you spill out as you climb off of him, creating distance between the two of you, unable to meet his hurt eyes. you don’t want to cry again, but the stinging behind your eyes comes back in full force. the shame is too much; taehyun is so kind and you just—you used him for temporary validation. “you should… you should go.”

taehyun is silent and you see him nod in the peripheral of your vision, lingering for a second before he slips off of your bed. he’s quiet and quick as he collects his things, and your eyes only watch his figure once his back is turned toward you. you try to pretend you don’t notice the weighted gaze he gives you before leaving. 

it’ll give you one less thing to cry about tonight.

you need another drink.

the slight buzz in your body is not enough to blur out the sight in front of you as you lean against the wall holding a plastic cup tightly in your hand. you’ve never really had a problem with pda—if couples want to show their admiration for each other in public, then so be it. it isn’t any of your business, truly.

but now, your stomach seems to lurch as you watch eunbin kiss up yeonjun’s neck, sitting prettily in his lap on the living room couch as yeonjun smiles that perfect smile at something she whispers in his ear. theoretically, you can simply look away, or walk away, even—but your feet stay planted where they are as your hands shake slightly. 

you aren’t sure how long heartbreak is supposed to linger, or how long it should take before you stop thinking about how that could’ve been you… should’ve been you. jealousy is one hell of an emotion, and you try your absolute best to keep it at bay; yeonjun owes you nothing, but the spite eats away at you as you bring your nearly empty drink back up to your lips. 

a body shuffles up next to you, but you don’t pay them any mind, your ears ringing with the pulse of the music reverberating through the walls. you’re definitely not drunk enough to enjoy the atmosphere, too hyperfocused on the way yeonjun’s head tips back in a hearty laugh as eunbin swats at his chest playfully. 

“you look like you need some air.”

your head whips to the side at the words, coming face-to-face with taehyun, his eyes holding a type of intensity you’ve never seen before. a dejected laugh leaves your lips as you tilt your head back, nodding slightly in response. 

“yeah, i probably do.”

taehyun’s hand is slipping into yours before you can even process his grip, tugging you towards the front door of the house. there aren’t too many people in the front yard—just a small group passing a blunt on the porch, someone in an intense argument on the phone, and a few people loitering by their cars. 

you follow taehyun to the steps of the porch, taking a seat on the cement. it’s dark out, but the air is still slightly humid, making your skin feel sticky and warm. taehyun’s hand is still in yours as you scoot closer to him to allow some people to walk up the other half of the steps, your thigh pressing against his. 

he’s silent as he looks ahead, and you can feel tension filling in the space around you both. it’s been a couple of weeks since you two have spoken—you’ve felt too guilty to face him after that kiss, but now you find yourself looking over at his figure. maybe the alcohol is working better than you thought.

his brows are slightly furrowed, one of his legs bouncing up and down incessantly. the low glow of the porch light illuminates him in a way that makes it impossible to look away, your eyes trailing from his cat-like eyes, to the slope of his nose, to his soft lips. 

his soft lips.

you rip your eyes away from them. you aren’t going to make the same mistake twice.

“y/n, did i do something wrong?” taehyun questions quietly, his eyes finally landing on your face. there’s something cloudy and uncertain behind them, something that you can’t quite put a name to.

“no, taehyun, you didn’t—it’s not your fault. i’m just…” you sigh, your gaze focusing on the way his thumb brushes over the back of your hand. “there’s a lot on my mind right now.”

taehyun nods slowly, turning his head away from you again. 

“is there anything i can do to help?”

he doesn’t mention the kiss. he doesn’t mention the way you’ve practically been avoiding his existence. 

you don’t know if it’s your tipsy state, or if it’s the way his body heat radiates onto you or the way his eyes flicker back up to yours when you’re quiet for a second—but then you catch the way they travel down to your lips and you’re in the backseat of his car in the blink of an eye.

it’s warm, too warm, as you straddle his lap, your hands tangled into his hair as he kisses down your neck, hands on your hips to steady you. you don’t want to think anymore—you don’t want to hang onto something you’ll never have.

so you let taehyun distract you at this moment.

“you can use me however you’d like,” he breathes out heavily as your hands come to rest on his chest. “use me to get over him.”

your body stiffens as the words slip out of his mouth, meeting his eyes in the darkness of the car. 

“how… how did you…?” your voice is breathless as you trail off, the corners of his lips quirking up into a sad smile.

“i’ve always noticed the way you look at him, y/n.”

your eyes are unfocused in the low light as you gaze at taehyun’s state, his pupils blown wide in the darkness of the car, only a side of his face lit up golden from the street lights outside. his lips are bright pink and bitten raw, his fading pink hair messy and falling onto his forehead in fluffy waves. he’s always been gorgeous, a fact you could never deny, but in this moment, he looks absolutely unreal.

sudden guilt fills your chest at the thought, shaking your head quickly.

“i can’t do that to you, taehyun,” you replied weakly. he’s shaking his head now, his big hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing your soft skin delicately.

“i want you to. i hate seeing you like this,” his hand drops down to cover one of yours, feeling his chest rise and fall under your palm. “i’ll do anything you want me to, y/n. you just have to say the words.”

his voice is low and faint, gazing at you with his pretty brown eyes. they flicker in between yours, trying to read the emotions on your face in the limited light. you nibble on your lip as you feel his rapid heartbeat through his shirt, your mind scattered and dizzy.

“please. let me help you.”

a hot flash courses through your body at the pure desperation in his voice—and something in you snaps at that exact moment, your lips crashing onto his vanilla and peppermint ones. the kiss is messy and feverish as your hands run up and down his torso, teeth clashing with the vehemence of it all. you feel his hands drop to your hips, holding you down onto him as his tongue explores your mouth, running across your teeth, swiping across your lips. he tastes like cheap liquor, and you’re sure you do too, but it doesn’t matter at this moment.

you press down on him, your hands running over his toned stomach, up to his pecs, over his shoulders; anything you can reach. you shut your mind off, not letting yourself focus on anything other than taehyun taehyun taehyun taehyun.

he’s moving you, you realize as your back presses against the cool leather of his back seat. he doesn’t break the kiss once as he hovers over you, hiking your skirt up to run his hand up your leg, running his nails over the sensitive skin of your thigh. you allow your legs to fall open so he can comfortably slot himself in between them, feeling his bulge press against your pulsing core just right. 

a faint gasp leaves your lips as he grinds against your clothed cunt, already feeling yourself leaking through the thin fabric. one of your legs wraps around him to pull him even closer to you, drowning out all of your senses with the scent of his cologne, his hair tickling your cheek as he kisses down your neck. his hand leaves your thigh to slip under your top before his fingers dance over your stomach, brushing over your bra—admiring every inch of you as you arch up into his touch.

“tell me what you want, baby,” he pants against your neck, nipping the flesh there. you stifle a moan as his fingers brush over the wet spot on your panties. “come on, use your words.”

“i want… fuck—i want your fingers in me.” 

he’s quick to obey, pushing your panties to the side to rub his middle finger up and down your dripping slit, a low groan leaving his lips as your hand finds its way to his hair, tugging at the pink strands to hurry him up.

you moan softly as he slips his first finger in, curling it upwards as he pumps in and out of your clenching hole. the car is filled with the sounds of your soaked cunt, his heavy pants, and your moans as he finger fucks you, slipping in another two easily with how wet you are. his fingers are incredibly long and slender, reaching parts of you that you’ve never been able to hit by yourself. 

when his lips find yours again, it’s much slower, his fingers matching the restrained pace as he kisses you deeply, devouring all of your little noises. your hips buck up as his thumb rubs circles onto your swollen clit, your fingers tightening in his hair.

he seems to be in no rush as he takes you apart slowly, hitting that spot inside of you perfectly as you leak onto his seat, body shaking with pleasure. there’s a small smile resting on his lips when he pulls back to peer down at you, taking in the way your lips part and your brows furrow as he speeds up, pressing down on your clit just right.

you can’t control the noises leaving your lips as you grind onto his hand, chasing your high as he pumps into you. his actions don’t slow down when he moves up to capture your lips again, curling his fingers inside of you as his thumb rubs your clit. you grab his biceps, needing something to ground you as you feel your impending orgasm rushing upon you. 

“taehyun—fuck, ‘m cumming…”

he swallows all of your moans as you tip over the edge, your back arching up into his hold as white fills your vision. you can hear the gentle praise leaving his lips through the ringing of your ears, your body left feeling fuzzy and warm as his fingers slow before gradually pulling out of your sensitive hole. 

“so good for me,” he mutters against your lips, his own traveling down your jaw. you feel dizzy as you catch your breath, leaning into his touch.

“i need you,” you mumble as he lifts his head to catch your gaze. he looks completely enamored, his big eyes glossy, reflecting the light from the street lamps outside.  “i need you in me. fuck me, taehyun.”

 he smiles before sitting back to undo his pants. “anything you want, baby.”

it’s all a blur as he’s back on top of you again, his length hard and throbbing against his stomach as he captures your lips again. his hands roam every piece of your skin he can touch, sucking marks onto your collarbone. claiming you.

you reach down to grab his heavy dick in your hand, stroking him a few times. he sighs lowly in your ear, whispering praise and encouragement that just turns you on even more. it’s hard to be patient when taehyun is bucking up into your hand, your mind clouding up by his hot tongue trailing over your skin. he seems to sense your urgency, placing one last kiss on your lips before lining up with your entrance.

“i’ve got you,” he whispers as if his voice was only made for you to hear. you nod quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck as he presses his forehead against yours. the heat radiating from his body manages to make your clothed, scorching skin even warmer, moaning out softly once you feel him push into you. his eyes flutter shut as you clench around him. “fuck—you feel so good.”

you bite your lip to keep quiet as he slowly thrusts into you, wrapping your other leg around his waist as if it would bring you impossibly closer to him. your fingers tangle gently in his hair, tugging slightly in a way that drives him absolutely crazy.

soft grunts leave his lips once he speeds up, the sound of skin on skin drowning out the muffled music in the distance. your eyes are half-lidded as you strain to keep them open, wanting to watch the way his jaw clenches and his brows furrow. it’s all too much as you take in the fluttery tickles of his lips on your cheek and jaw, the way he stretches you out with his thick cock, the way his hands tightly grip onto your waist as if you could disappear at any moment. 

every thrust into your heat makes your stomach flip with pleasure, getting lost in the feeling of his hips snapping against yours perfectly. he kisses you once more before he leans back, hands slipping down your hips to fuck you even harder, the car rocking with his strokes. you can’t control your sounds anymore, getting closer and closer to the edge with every move. you can tell he’s getting close too by the way his rhythm falters — his grip on you is tight, and you know there would be marks to cover up by the morning. 

“‘m so close,” you squeak out as he intertwines one of your hands, his other forearm resting by your head to lean down to kiss your lips again. 

“me too, baby,” he speaks against your lips, his hips stuttering. “you’re so perfect, y/n, fuck.”

you can already feel your high crashing upon you with one last stroke, your own whimpers falling deaf to your ears as his words tip you over the edge. your body buzzes with electricity as you clench around him, feeling him pump his thick ropes of cum into you at the action, his moans high and breathy in your ear as you cum together.

it takes you a second to come back to your surroundings, blinking your eyes open to see taehyun watching you, silently stroking your hair. he’s still nestled inside of you, but you don’t really mind. he leans down to capture your lips again—it’s passionate and unrushed as he tries to convey every single emotion he’s feeling, his hands coming up to cradle your face. 

you can’t think of anything other than the way your heart flutters as he breaks the kiss to rest his forehead against yours, his breathing still uneven as his eyes open to gaze into yours. 

“thank you,” you whisper, your stomach swooping as he smiles, that dimple on his right cheek peeking out in the darkness.

“don’t thank me,” and his voice is dripping with so much sincerity, you find yourself unable to look away from his eyes, your hand coming up to rest on top of his. with a small giggle, you glance down at your intertwined bodies.

“i think we should clean up,” you speak light-heartedly as your nose brushes taehyun’s, and he lets out a small puff of laughter, nodding in agreement.

you don’t know what any of this means anymore—how your heart flutters at the way taehyun gently cleans you up before pulling you back in his lap to kiss you silly, how he drives you home, walking you up to your door with your fingers interlaced with his. how you linger for a moment, not wanting to leave his side so soon even though you can barely keep your eyes open long enough to unlock the front door.

but all you know is that yeonjun doesn’t cross your mind again for the rest of the night.

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#txt imagines #txt x reader #txt x you #txt x y/n #txt fluff #txt smut #txt hard hours #taehyun imagine #taehyun imagines #taehyun fluff #taehyun smut #taehyun x reader #taehyun x you #txt scenarios #taehyun x y/n #taehyun hard hours #beom-pyu #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun angst #taehyun angst

[tinkerleaf]

Beach Day with the ADA :)

Since Bungou Stray Dogs doesn't have a 'beach episode', I thought I'd make one myself with the reader. If y'all would like a separate one without the reader, let me know. :) Genre: fluff, comfort? Warnings: probably a few gramatical errors Pairings: platonic everyone, a little extra bit of dazai Words: 880 ish

⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆☁︎⋆₊ ⊹

It had been a rather tiresome week at the agency, so when Fukuzawa offered to let you all have a day off, you were ecstatic. It was Atsushi’s idea to do something together as a group, which prompted some interesting ideas. After Dazai suggested bar hopping, he received a harsh smack from Kunikida.

After looking at the forecast on your phone, you had an idea. “Why don’t we go to the beach? It’s not too far away. It’s close enough for a day trip." And with that, the decision had been made.

Kunikida opted to drive, with you in the passenger seat. He agreed to come along only if Dazai was in the other car (thankfully not driving) with Kyoka, Atsushi, and the Tanizaki siblings. He figured if this was going to be his day off, he should at least get some form of stress relief.

After a stop at the convenience store for snacks and sunscreen, everyone finally arrived at the beach. You got out of the car and helped everyone unload before heading out. The weather was phenomenal and the water was the perfect temperature. The waves were calm enough to relax in the ocean and the sand was incredibly soft.

It was around noon, and you had finally blown up your little ring float to bring into the water with you.

“Aww, can’t swim?” Dazai teased.

“Actually, I can swim just fine.” You playfully flicked him on the shoulder. “Just wanted to ride the waves a bit while they’re smooth.”

He paused. “Well, since you can swim…” He picked you up before you realized what he was doing and ran toward the water.

“No, no! Put me down!” you pleaded. He started to throw you in, but you clutched onto his arms. “You’re coming with me!” You both fell into the salty water. Laughter came from the rest of the gang, except for Kunikida who merely sighed a you two.

“Don’t think we won’t come for you next!”

You ran after Yosano, and Dazai caught Jun’ichiro. Not long after that, everyone had been submerged at least once, sparing Kunikida for their own safety. He had been sitting in a chair underneath one of the umbrellas trying to read a book. He looked over to find Ranpo eating snacks. “You know you have to save some of those for everyone else, right?”

He stopped chewing, “Hm?”

-

Atsushi and Kyoka were building a sandcastle together. They were fixing up the moat before filling it up with water.

“It looks great! Now we can collect some shells to decorate!” The boy offered.

“Can we use this?” She held up a big crab that was desperately trying to get away.

He made a face. “…Sure!”

The girl placed the crab on top. However, it jumped off and skittered away into the sand. “Well, there goes that.”

-

The Tanizaki siblings were playing volleyball. Naomi was winning by one point.

“Hey! Anyone wanna play with us?” She called out to everyone.

“Me!” Yosano jogged over to them along with Kenji.

-

You had been in your swim tube, floating with the waves while Dazai held onto it, keeping you from drifting too far. “This was a good idea. I have to admit, this is quite refreshing.”

“I know, right? I couldn’t think of a better way to spend our day off.” You squinted at his pink nose. “I think you need a little more sunscreen.”

He shrugged, “I’ll be fine.”

“Okay, but if you’re burnt to a crisp tomorrow, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

He laughed at your remark before flipping you into the water. You popped you head up.

“What was that for?”

“If I leave you here to put on more sunscreen, you’ll float away! You must come with me.”

“You’re so dramatic.” You walked with him back to where the group had settled. Kunikida was still buried in his book. You had grabbed the last bag of chips from Ranpo.

“You havin’ fun?” Dazai asked his partner.

The blonde put a single finger towards him, “Don’t.”

“Oh, come on. I haven’t even done anything-”

“Yet.”

You chuckled at the two, “Why don’t we go play volleyball with the others?” Dazai nodded.

-

After hours of playing in the sun, you all had decided that it was time to go back. Everyone mentioned they were hungry, so you found yourselves at a restaurant nearby. It was a great way to end the day before heading back to the agency. You were satisfied with your food as you listened to everybody talk. The restaurant was cozy and warm, and you were getting tired. After leaning back against the back of the chair, you slowly nodded off.

You felt someone tap your shoulder. “Hey! It’s time to go!” Kenji whispered. “We’re leaving!”

“Hmm? Oh-” You quickly woke up and went with the crew back to the vehicles outside.

You couldn’t remember the ride back since you were out like a light. Thankfully, the loud ones were in the other car, allowing you to get some sleep. There may or may not be a photo floating around of your face squished against the window. Dazai sent it to you the next morning, along with the other pictures taken the day before.

"Which one of you took that?"

"Not telling!" It was him.

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[romeo-the-homeo]

hey guys my sleeping pill is kicking in so heres some real quick head-canons off the top o me noggin cause i havent posted summat proper in a while! (im tired guyse…oughjj)

- samuel knows sign language! (and signs with a drawl!)

- gabe was polish ! and david still mutters polish to himself sometimes

- asher is not a natural blonde but no one has ever questioned his hair because of his antics

- aggro was a gift from marie to keep him company when he moved into the flat he met sweetheart in!

- teenage blake wanted nothing more than to be able to skateboard but he was horrific at it so no one knew he was even trying to learn

- elliot can skateboard (and if blake knew this he would hate him even more)

- caelum would love to eat polly pocket clothes i just know it !!! but hes far too polite when playing with toys to ever chew on them

- vincent bloody loves pixie sticks like the man is insane he will just eat an entire sharing pack alone (me too vinner)

- huxley actually kinda dislikes the beach- the sand doesnt feel sturdy enough to him or his magic and it makes him a little uneasy

- brachium’s favourite colour is a light pink :) (hes my bestie)

- damien has lots of beauty marks on his face

- gavin and freelancer put glow in the dark stars on the ceiling of their living room to upgrade caelum’s sleepovers :3

ok guys thats all i got for now 🫡 so long and god speed

#rioing #rio headcanons #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse

[64yrsold]

ACHES 25. spilled

18+ (please see masterlist for cw) aches masterlist previous (24)

I stooped to our vinyl collection, running my fingers over the puzzle-piece edges of each jacket. I picked one with worn-down edges, a destructive show of love, and pulled out the vinyl. I placed it on his record player, remembering that mine– which I had toted around since college– was lonely in storage somewhere. Then, my favorite part, the ritualistic dropping of the needle. The satisfying pop as it connected with the record, the empty noise, and then a beautiful serenade playing through his extravagant speakers. Usually this sound was enough to draw him out of whatever he had sunk into; a book, his laptop, a movie. The piano. His guitar. Even sleep.

“Where are you, baby?” I called, walking through the hallways and peeking into each room. I found him in the bedroom, curled into the armrest of the corner chair, chewing a fingernail. His face was pale and blue-tinged from his computer. His eyes flicked violently over the screen.

“Hey,” I walked over to him, kissing the top of his head, “You busy?”

“Sorry,” he murmured, entranced by the endless text on his screen. He sighed, switching to an open email and typing a few sentences.

“You know,” I brought my lips to his ear, his curls flicking against my cheekbones, “It’s awfully lonely out there.”

He chuckled, typing a few more words.

“And,” I nudged his cheek with my nose, “I’m trying to finish this bottle of wine all by myself.”

He took a deep breath.

“It’s very hard,” I purred, trailing a hand over his stiff shoulder.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He didn’t look at me. He didn’t kiss my cheek.

“I put our record on.” A last effort. 

He hummed, something between thank you and go away. I could feel my heart tighten, and took a step back.

“Okay.” I turned sharply, stepping out of the room. I was tempted to slam the door. I clasped my hands together, walking to our living room, alone. I sat on the couch for a moment, breathing and listening to the last song on side A. I stared at my bare feet, thinking about how we had ended up here. I ruminated, thrashing, intrusive, and ugly thoughts clouding my head. I thought maybe he didn’t love me anymore. I thought maybe he had finally given up. I thought I deserved better. I thought I didn’t deserve anything at all.

I poured generously into my glass, the air stinging with the smell of raspberry wine. It made my stomach turn, the sweetness of it, but I sipped anyway. I flipped the record, sitting back on the couch, my thoughts slowly falling from me like sand. The lost weight was a relief.

By the time I had shelved the vinyl, I was working on another glass, proud I had finished the bottle all by myself. It tasted nice, now. I opened another.

My skin was thrumming with heat, the white noise of my pulse in my ears pulling me to sleep. I didn’t want to sleep, I wanted to stay up and wait for him, because he would be here soon, he wouldn’t leave me for a whole night, he would want to know how I was, he would check in on me. He would. I fell asleep.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Wake up, sweetheart,” he was shaking my shoulder, “Wake up, you’ve spilled here.”

I blinked, everything out of focus, and saw my glass held loosely between two fingers, dripping wine down the couch to the floor.

“Shit,” I groaned, still drunk, setting my glass on the coffee table and trying to soak up the spill with the sleeve of my sweater. 

He caught my wrist, “Just let me.” He walked off to the kitchen, making some concoction of hydrogen peroxide and dish soap, then returning to scrub the couch with the solution. I sat uselessly beside the stain, feeling red and stupid. He rolled up his sleeves, soaking a bristled brush with the stain remover, scrubbing with a crease between his eyebrows. 

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, throat tightening as I watched him scrub faster. His curls shook on his forehead at the force of it.

“It’s okay,” he sighed, rinsing the brush, “You didn’t mean to.”

“I’m sorry,” I chewed at my cheek. 

The brush frothed as he dug in deeper. 

“What time is it?” I was embarrassed at how the words slurred together. It didn’t sound much like me.

“It’s around two in the morning,” he huffed, finished with the stain. He stood, back to the kitchen, dumping out the solution. I listened to the faucet drip slowly, and his feet shuffling down the hallway. I laid back into the couch, silent tears tugging down my cheeks.

-> next (26)

#matty healy #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #matty healy fanfiction #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #matty healy x reader #64matty #aches

[probably-writing-x]

Who Needs To Know? - Part 2

Summary: It was the typical story wasn’t it? The Kook girl and the Pogue that she shouldn’t fall for. Even worse when that Pogue is the absolute epitome of everything your parents hated. But there was just something in that grin, wasn’t there?

Warnings: Cursing, I think that’s it???

Author’s Note: This is such a fun story to write so thank you to everyone that was asking for a part 2 - I hope you enjoy !! Please send in any requests you might have / any questions for me

Not my gif

“Alright, you wanna try again or are you done?” JJ asks, swimming over to you with ease, holding his forearms up onto the board.

You two had spent the morning, since the sun was just rising, with JJ trying to teach you to surf. You’d stood up for less than five seconds, and had spent the majority of the time catapulting below the surface when the waves crashed over you. He hadn’t lost his patience like you thought he would, and everytime, he’d swam over, helped you get back onto the board, and never been too far from your side.

“I’m so cold,” You shiver, your legs dangling from either side of the board as you sat bobbing over the surface.

He laughs, running a hand over your leg, “Alright, let’s get out, I can’t send you home with hypothermia.”

JJ holds the board and pulls you in behind him, holding out a hand to help you off. He was such a gentleman with you that it still managed to surprise you.

“Okay, so what we’ve learnt, is that you’re still a little bit of a Kook with surfing like that,” He grins, grabbing your towel and his from the pile of your things on the sand.

You hit his arm, “Hey, I thought I did well for my first lesson.”

He hums, leaning into you until his lips are centimetres from yours, “Only because you had a crush on your intructor.”

“No I think he’s pretty full of himself actually,” You raise your brows, JJ silencing you with a kiss to your lips, one that injects some much needed warmth back into you.

You shiver as you pull your top and shorts back on, your fingers tingling as the warmth draws back to them.

“Here, take this,” JJ reaches his hoodie out to you, pulling it over your head until he sees your face poke out from the other side.

Your hair is damp and sticking down against your head, your eyes tired this early in the morning, your lips a little chapped in the air. It’s in moments like that when JJ realises how he feels for you must be the closest to love that he’s ever felt. To him, you were everything.

“Stealing your clothes? That seems a bit official for us,” You cock a brow, pulling the sleeves over your arms as the baggy material drops low over you.

“Oh don’t be fooled, I give one to all my ladies.”

“Fuck you.”

He can’t ever let you be mad at him, instead choosing to wrap his arms around you and kiss at your jaw and neck until you’re giggling in his grip. But it’s terminated too early as you hear the all too familiar alarm ringing out from your phone, telling you to go home before your parents realised you’d even left.

“Come on, I’ll walk you back,” And he slips his hand into yours - the perfect fit in their mismatched size.

~~~

JJ’s at the chateau for the majority of the rest of the day, counting down the minutes until he could see you. The rest had noticed it too, the way his nose was buried more in his phone recently, and he’d found more excuses than ever to not be hanging out with them.

“What do you think JJ? Smoke boat and beers?” John B cuts into his thoughts and JJ looks up from the loose thread he’d been pulling at on the couch.

“I can’t tonight,” JJ shakes his head, chewing at his lips as if it wasn’t the most obvious trait of his nerves.

“Are you kidding?” Kie laughs, “Since when did you have so many plans without us?”

“I’m just busy!” He stands up and goes to grab one of the beer cans from the cooler, “And I’m here now aren’t I?”

“And he’s defensive too,” Pope raises his brows, “Something you need to tell us Jay?”

He looks at them all, their eyes burning into him, and scratches the back of his neck, swallowing down the nerves in his throat, “What are you talking about?”

“Is there a girl?” John B gasps, standing up to join the blonde, wrapping an arm around him and clapping his chest, “Is our little JJ in love?”

JJ ducks out of his grasp, shoving John B away from him, “Relax man, it’s nothing.”

The other three all exchange a knowing look but JJ chooses to ignore it, picking up his phone and seeing a text from you instead -

So I’m being forced into going to a party at the beach tonight, any chance you can get the pogues to come too?

“Hey, what about a party tonight?”

~~~

The beach is already flooding with people by the time you get there, instantly being spotted by Topper who waves you over. He’s got a can in his hand for you already, a grin on his face.

“I’m surprised you weren’t too busy for us,” He quips, slinging an arm over you.

“Yeah, I guess I could just about fit you into my schedule.”

It was true, since you and JJ had started seeing each other, you spent nearly all of the time that you could with each other - every night when everyone else was asleep, every early morning, every day you could spend in quiet corners of the island without prying eyes. It could only be you two when you were together, and you made the most of all of the time you could.

“Come on, Kelce and the rest are over here,” He guides you through with a hand on your back, slightly too low so it makes you hyperaware of the contact.

The rest of your friends were crowded around one side of the huge bonfire, all revelling in the heat and cheering at Kelce finishing off his drink. Across the flames you can see John B stood pouring out a can into a red solo cup. He hands it down to the blonde sat on a log just in front of him. His hair is pulled back from his face with the bandana looping around his skull, a hooded flannel around his shoulders that you were sure you would inevitably steal.

When you stand on the other side of the fire, his eyes look up to you instantly. JJ tries to hide the obvious brightness now covering his face, and tries to avoid looking at you for too long, but he can’t ever seem to take his eyes away from you.

It’s then that his eyes fall to Topper, now stood with his arm still on your back, too close to you to be natural. You see JJ’s jaw clench and unclench.

“You got a problem pogue?” Topper calls over to him, lifting his cup in the direction of JJ and his friends.

JJ smirks, piercing his lips and shaking his head, “Nothing.”

You take the opportunity to step away from Topper’s touch, making it as subtle as you can. JJ stifles a laugh, looking down at the sand and smiling to himself.

Eventually, your friends all disperse within the party. John B and Pope go to find Kiara and get distracted before they can come back, Topper and Kelce head off with Sarah and the girls to find more drinks. And so it’s just you and JJ sat on opposite sides of the fire, waiting to finally be yourselves with each other.

“Seems like you and Topper are getting on well,” He raises his brows.

JJ wasn’t the type to get mad about it, he found it funnier more than anything - he knew you weren’t looking at anyone else but him.

“Oh yeah, totally,” You smirk, “He seems to be a big fan of you too.”

“Maybe we should give him a show, just to remind him whose girl you are,” JJ quips, leaning forward a little like he is desperate to get closer to you.

“Whose girl I am? Really?” You shake your head, “That’s the route you want to go down?”

He laughs at you, the kind that brightens his eyes. It’s the face you want to kiss.

John B walks over with Pope and Kie, placing an arm in front of them to stop them in their tracks, “Are we interrupting something?”

You and JJ both look up and he scratches the back of his neck like he’s got to find some way of getting back into the mode of lying to them.

“No, just waiting for you guys to come back,” He clears his throat, “I don't know about (Y/N), uh," Another cough, "Hey Kie, did you get more drinks?"

You look at him and can't help but laugh, and in the moment, lying seems pointless, "You're seriously this bad at this?"

JJ looks at you with a flash of panic over his eyes, "I-"

"Oh my god you're terrible," You shake your head, "You're telling me they've believed you lying to them all this time and you're that bad at it?"

He narrows his eyes at you like he's sure you've lost your mind.

"Okay so we definitely were interrupting…" Pope cuts in, "What the fuck is happening? Is this a bit?"

JJ looks at you and then at his friends, "(Y/N)'s my girlfriend."

All three of them look at him and look back at you, and then again in the same order, the pieces fitting together. John B points a finger between the two of you, "Are you kidding?"

"Yeah, no offence JJ but you two are like polar opposites," Kie points out, "And (Y/N), are you sure?"

You laugh and shrug your shoulders, "He's not so bad."

"Alright enough of the questions," JJ stands up, finishing off the rest of his drink before crossing over to you, "We're getting out of here."

He grabs your hand and pulls you up next to him, and you'd be stupid to object. It’s like his eyes were made to solely be on yours, his hands made to only roam your body, his lips just for you. Different sides of the island and somehow you’d never met someone who you’d been so drawn to, so determined to never lose. It felt comforting to no longer, in some way, have to do that completely behind closed doors.

“So are your friends going to hate me now that they know I’m the one using up all of your time?” You ask him as the two of you walk off of the beach.

JJ laughs, “They’ll come around, you have a way of convincing Pogues to like you.”

He wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your temple, leaving his lips lingering there.

“Okay, so as much as your friends now know, my parents still don’t,” You point out, leaning your head into his, “So where to now?”

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[sgtmickeyslaughter]

Hi Gigi! 💖

11 or 87 for the fic game?

Helloooo Calli! I guess im in a super ridiculously fluffy mood rn, this is going to be a 2 for 1 because i definitely want to draw this scene for fourth of july, hope you like it! :)

87. “Stay awake.”

“Gallagher” Mickey drawled out, crooning in his ear.

Ian did his best to hum in response, but the warm evening air mixing with the light summer breeze felt just too comforting, and the rhythmic laping of Lake Michigan against the shore too hypnotic. 

The joint they split and the two beers he’d finished were settling heavily over his brain and most importantly, his husbands chest was so firm and warm behind him from where Ian was leaning back, seated between his legs. It was all just too much, and he was fighting a loosing battle against sleep despite his husbands protests. 

“Gallagher” Mickey repeated, a little more whining this time. “You can’t drag me out here with half of the fucking city to watch the fireworks and then fall asleep on me. I could be shooting off bottle rocketswith Sandy and Carl right now, stay the fuck awake.”

“‘m awake” Ian defended weakly, not opening his eyes. He settled even more comfortably against his husbands soft body, and exhaled a contented breath. 

Mickey brought both hands up to either side of Ian’s head, scratching at his scalp slightly before shaking his head back and forth with each word. “Mickey” he whined, doing a high pitched impersonation of his husband “lets go to the beach this Fourth of July, we can bring beers and watch the big fireworks, maybe even bring some gay ass sparklers. There definitely won’t be a million fucking people around us and I definitely won’t park my ginormous ass in the sand and fall asleep.”

“-doesn’t even sound like me” Ian pouted. “I’m just resting my eyes.”

Leaning over, Mickey pressed a loud kiss against his cheek, making Ian twitch “you are a fucking liar is what you are.” 

Knowing that the big groups of people were all preoccupied with their own celebrations, Mickey started smacking kisses all over his husbands face, punctuated by little nibbling bites against his cheek and jaw. He could feel his husband’s smile against his skin, he smelled like beer and summer and Ian’s favorite brand of deodorant. 

Ian wasn’t really the giggling type, so he blamed it on being half asleep when his husbands playful treatment roused happy, bubbling giggles from him.

When Mickey finally kissed his husbands lips, Ian actually opened his eyes, blearily leaning up and twisting to chase him for a second before they were interrupted by a deafening boom!

Ian snapped back towards the lake, where brilliant reds, blues and whites were raining down and reflected on the dark, expansive lake. 

Mickey didn’t say anything, but from the way he snaked his arms around Ian’s torso, holding him tightly and pressing his cheek against the top of Ian’s head, Ian could tell he was enjoying the show.

Red and white, shooting up with a whizzing wail of anticipation. Another one, pure gold exploding in the air. Ian was fully awake, at least for now, and he was fixated on the dazzling display before them. 

justice for chew toy Ian gallagher

Prompt game fun!

#shameless #gallavich #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #gallavich fanfic #sgtmickeyslaughter #prompt game

[ofstoriesandstardust]

hiding in the shadows - Rebel (lt. bradley “rooster” bradshaw)

a/n: please be warned that this summary makes this sound a little goofier than it is but i promise you there’s a heavy dose of angst. AND I’M WRITING IT FROM BOTH PERSPECTIVES BECAUSE I CAN’T BE STOPPED. for timeline purposes, it’s important to note that this takes place just after a slice of life, so pretty early on in their relationship, but it’s not necessary to read any part of same mistakes-verse to read this. anyways, um, yes I am avoiding my responsibilities and i don’t want to talk about it.

summary: Rooster has a nightmare. Rebel’s phone is dead, but he doesn’t know that. Cue a panicked Rooster climbing through her window. 

based off this post and advice from my trusty friend @struggling-with-nsfw​ mwah I love you thank you for helping me with this

hiding in the shadows - Rooster

part of same mistakes-verse

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist

warnings: swearing, angst, nightmares, descriptions of death, Maverick is a Good Dad, my boys are traumatized, brief mentions of undressing, yeah a beach trip is more exhausting than one might originally think, not having AC in the dead of a San Diego summer is miserable 

word count: 2,938

You all but collapsed into your bed, body aching. The team had taken to the beach for the day and you were exhausted. Between being tackled one too many times, the heat and sun, and the typical exhaustion that came from time spent in the ocean, it was safe to say you were more than prepared to sleep for the next twelve hours. After a brief shower to rinse off the sand and salt water and changing into shorts and a tank top, you fell into your bed. You shifted slightly, pulling your full body weight up onto the bed. Pressing the home button on your phone, you frowned. Dead.

You sighed as you realized your charger was across the room and you groaned as you turned. There it was, by the door, where you’d left it this morning in a rush, all but mocking you. Damn. 

Sighing again, you looked at your phone and then reached over to leave it on your nightstand. You could charge it in the morning. You were not getting out of bed. 

-

Thud.

You groan, turning over. There’s movement somewhere and the fog in your brain clears as you blink awake. Oh. You yawn, rubbing your eyes. You jolt when there’s another thud, this time sounding from the wall and somewhere in the haze, you register the sound of your blinds clanging and something hitting the floor. You shift slightly, leaning up to figure out what you had heard. What had woken you up? 

You glance over at the sound of the noise but don’t get a chance to figure out what made it before you feel your mattress dip and then someone’s body weight being pressed into you. You fall back into your mattress, as arms are wrapping tightly around you, head falling into your chest. A panic alights in your chest but quickly dies out as you become more awake, realizing it’s Bradley. However, it’s soon replaced by concern as you realize he’s clinging to you. Bradley loved physical touch on a good day, but when he got scared or worried or tired, he’d become an entire koala you couldn’t peel off if you wanted to. 

But he’s also shuddering. And that’s the true warning sign that something’s wrong. 

Your arms hesitantly reach up around him, brain still struggling to process what was happening. At your touch, one of his hands clumsily comes up to find the pulse point on your neck and you frown, shifting slightly to get a good look at him. He looks scared. Pupils blown wide, there’s fear in every inch of them. Your stomach sinks and one of your hands comes to cradle his face, thumb rubbing over his cheekbone. He instinctively leans into your touch, eyes fluttering shut. You begin to chew your lip, worrying overtaking you. His hand has yet to move from your neck, from your pulse point. You start to wonder if it’s the only thing tethering him from drifting into his panic once more. 

“Bradley, honey? What’re you doing here?” He shifts, avoiding your eyes. His body is still shuddering and while it doesn’t feel like his heart is beating so fast, you can tell he’s still jumpy. “It’s like...” You glance at the clock on the nightstand. “3 in the morning.” 

“’M sorry.” He mumbles, hand finally leaving your neck and rolling so that his head is placed into the crook of your neck. “You weren’t answering your phone.” The words are muffled, vibrating against your skin. His mustache tickles your bare shoulder, but you do your best not to squirm. 

“It’s dead. Didn’t feel like getting the charger before I fell asleep.” You respond as your hands skim over his shirt, slipping under to touch bare skin. You don’t comment on how patches of the shirt are soaked through with sweat. You sigh, glancing down at him. He’s still clinging to you, but you can see that his cheeks are tinted pink, like he’s embarrassed. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” You whisper and he shrugs. 

“Had a nightmare. Needed to see you.” You swallow as the pieces begin to fall into place. Your hands slip out of his shirt and he whines at the loss of contact, stopping once your fingers find his scalp, gently scratching it. You play with his curls, fingers running through his hair. 

“You wanna talk about it?” He shakes his head, squeezing you tighter. Most of his body weight is still on top of you and if circumstances were different, you’d complain that he was crushing you. You sigh, fingers continuing their work through his hair. “Okay, that’s okay.” You whisper. “You should probably change though, you’ve sweat through your shirt. And it’s the dead of summer, why in the world are you wearing sweats? Jesus Bradley it’s like-” 

“You died.” You freeze, looking down at him once more. He’s looking at you with a sort of raw honesty that’s leaving you breathless. Your hands still in his hair and he shifts uncomfortably. “You- we- We were back on the- uhm-” 

“Hey, it’s okay, take a deep breath.” You whisper. You nudge him gently and he rolls over again, letting your weight sit atop him. Your hands move again to sit by his head, cradling his face. “Just breathe. It’s okay. I’m right here.” He nods as his hands come to sit on your waist. His jaw clenches and unclenches as you watch him carefully, waiting. 

“We were back on the uranium plant mission. Except not- not really.” His breath hitches and you can see tears begin to form in his eyes. “You were there instead of Mav, and I don’t know, everything started off so normal to my other nightmares and then it changed and it was just us and- and- you took the missile for me, but instead- instead we were over the open ocean instead of those snowy mountains and it-” The first few tears finally make their escape, rolling down his cheeks and your heart splits into two. 

“Honey.” You whisper and he squeezes his eyes shut, more tears tracking down his face.

“Coyote was over the comms. I could hear him clear as day, telling me that you were already gone, that he’d seen this before, that someone didn’t walk away from this twice.” You swallowed, eyes briefly shutting at the thought of what his brain had concocted.

“Bradley.” 

“And then it all changed, and we were at your funeral. Mav was there, and God, I don’t know if I’ll ever unsee the way he fell apart when he pounded your wings into your coffin, it all just felt so real.” You shift, moving your hair to one side of your face as you grabbed one of Bradley’s hands, moving it to feel your pulse point. He stops before you can though, clearly aware of what you’re going to do. “No one would acknowledge me. No one knew I was there. They all just- talked around me. No one could hear me and they- they all kept talking about how they wished I had picked up the phone, had cared enough to find out you were gone. I watched you die and they thought I wouldn’t show.” 

You swallow, unsure of what to tell him. You slowly slide off of him, moving to sit with your back pressed up against the wall. He shifts, allowing himself to fall into your side. His arms wrap around your waist, tight as ever. 

“When I woke up, I- uhm, I tried to call you. I knew it was just a nightmare, but I just-” He takes a shaky breath, wet with tears. “I just needed to hear your voice. I needed to know you were okay. And then you didn’t answer, and it just- kept going to voicemail, and I panicked. I just- just kept thinking the worse, that you were really gone, that all of this had been a dream, that we had never fixed things. That we- we weren’t even talking and you-” He swallows, more tears fall down his face. “That it had been real. That you had died that day and I was too proud to go to your funeral.”  His words are barely more than a hushed whisper as the dam breaks and he’s rolling over, sobbing into your shoulder. A few of your own slip down your face as you feel hot tears drip onto your shoulder. You aren’t sure what to do as your brain reels, so instead you just wrap your arms around the boy tighter, pressing feather-light kisses to his forehead. You hold him, hoping to keep the crack of the boy together if you just hold him tight enough. You aren’t sure how long you sit there as he cries, your heart breaking with every passing moment but eventually, Bradley’s sobs slow. As they turn to mere hiccups, you hear a creak. You glance up, your Dad leaning against the doorway. 

“Dad?”

“Oh fuck, he’s gonna kill me.” Bradley whispers and you glance down at him. 

“Hey kiddos.” Bradley winces, rolling over and shifting to sit, back to the wall. Your Dad slowly walks into the room, eyes watching carefully. Bradley swallows, taking your hand, avoiding Maverick’s gaze. Your Dad sits down on the bed, sighing. “Sounds like one hell of a nightmare, kid.” Bradley sighs as your Dad watches him carefully. “For what it’s worth, I know you’d be the first person there if something happened to her.” You watch as Bradley chances a glance at your Dad. A few stray tears rolls down his face and you reach over to wipe them away as your Dad reaches out to touch Bradley’s leg. 

“Mav, I’m sorry.” He says, voice rough. Your Dad continues to watch him carefully, confusion filtering into his eyes. 

“For what?” He shrugs.

“For being in your daughter’s room at 2 am.” Your Dad nods, and you see the moment that it falls into place. 

“Well, for one, she’s not sixteen anymore. And two, you’re probably the only one I trust her with.” 

Bradley shifts nervously, still not assured. “Still-”

“You know, I get them too.” You tear your eyes from your boyfriend to meet your Dad’s. He’s holding Bradley’s gaze, face firm. “About losing her, about your Dad, about the mission, about losing Ice, I’ve gotten them for years.” 

“Do they ever get better?” Your Dad shrugs. 

“Sometimes, yes. Sometimes, no. Talking about them helps. Learning how to separate what’s real and what isn’t helps.” He sighs. “You’re gonna be okay kiddo.” The three of you sit in silence for a moment as you watch the scene in front of you. “Brad, you are welcome over here any time, for any reason. No matter what.” He squeezes Bradley’s leg. “You have a key for a reason. Which is why I’m wondering why you came through her window.” You startle off the wall.

“Is that what that was? Wondering what the hell woke me up.” You huff out. Bradley shrugs. 

“Kinda forgot I had one in my panic and by the time I remembered I was halfway up the tree and I knew you’d be mad I was in your daughter’s room at 3 am and I know she leaves her window open in the summer-”

“I told you to stop doing that!” Your Dad exclaims, eyes narrowing in your direction as he effectively cuts off Rooster’s breathless rambling. 

“Hey, it’s hot and this house is old and we have no AC!” You respond and Bradley chuckles softly. It’s a sound that doesn’t go unnoticed by either of you as your Dad sighs, sitting back. You both look to him and he shifts his gaze to the wall, grip on your hand tightening. 

“Missed you guys.” He says softly and you swallow as your Dad’s face falls. 

“Missed you too kiddo. Why don’t you get some sleep? It’s late.” Your boyfriend nods as your Dad squeezes his leg one more time and then stands up. He sighs, leaning over to kiss the tops of your heads. 

“Night Dad.” You call as he walks towards the door. He pauses in the doorway. 

“Night kids. Love you both.” He turns, glances back at the two of you. “And seriously Bradley, you’re welcome here any time. Use your key though next time.” 

“Will do.” Bradley whispers softly. 

“Serious about your window.” 

“Install AC and then we’ll talk.�� Your Dad shakes his head, huffing out a laugh. 

“Night kids.” He shuts the door and Bradley sighs, shifting off the wall.

“I should probably go.” He says, moving to get off the bed. You catch his wrist, scooting closer to him. 

“Wait- what? Why?” He shrugs, body stiff.

“It’s late and I woke you up, I- I’m sorry. This was stupid and I won’t bother you with it again.” He leans over to kiss your cheek in departure but you swerve, leaning out of his reach.

“It’s not stupid.”

He sighs. “Darling, really-”

“No, I’m serious. It’s not stupid.”

His jaw tightens as he looks down at you, pulling his wrist from your hand. He looks back up, fixing his gaze on the map of San Diego that sits on your wall. “It’s embarrassing. I’m a grown man, I shouldn’t be-” 

“I get them too.” He looks back at you. “About Hangman not being fast enough, about only one of you coming home, about having to bury you. Doesn’t make me any weaker, right?” He shakes his head. “It’s not stupid. They’re really scary. I’m sorry my phone’s dead. I’ll make a point to make sure it’s charged and on from now on.” He groans, standing up from the bed. You follow him, legs dangling over the edge of the bed. 

“You don’t gotta do that. Don’t want to be a burden.” 

You shrug. “You’re not. I want to. I want to make sure that you can reach me in case you need me.” He stares at you, his arms falling at his side helplessly. 

“Don’t gotta worry. Won’t happen again. I’m serious, go back to sleep. I’ll lock the door behind me.” You reach out and grab the front of his shirt, tugging him towards you. He smirks at you, but you can see the cracks in his expression. You know he’s trying to downplay all of this, which is worrying you even more. “Well, if you wanted to get me undressed you should’ve just said so.” The cocky facade he wears would’ve fooled anyone else but you see the vulnerability within in his eyes. 

“I want you to stay.” You whisper. “Please stay.” He sighs, nodding. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll stay.” You bite your lip, standing up alongside him. Your fingers move along the hem of the shirt, slowly pulling it off of him. 

“I’m serious about this coming off. It’s like 85 out, and you’ve sweat through it. Sweatpants too.” He lets you pull the shirt off and quickly discards the sweats. You sit back down on the bed, intertwining your fingers with his and tugging him down to the bed. He allows himself to be pulled and you let his arms wrap around you, pulling you close. One of his hands comes up to run through your hair, the other setting itself on your waist as his thumb slips under you tank top to rub circles into your hip. There’s a comfortable silence as the ceiling fan whirls in the air, doing little to alleviate the heat. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispers finally and you glance up at him. 

“Don’t be.” 

“I shouldn’t have woken you up. I- I could’ve just waited until morning.” You shrug. 

“Probably.” He swallows, hand slowing in your hair. “But then you would’ve worried and panicked all night and I would’ve you rather woken me up then go through hours of that.” He still won't meet your eye and you sigh, pulling his chin to look you in the eyes. “I love you and I’ll be here anytime. I’d rather lose sleep and know you’re okay then let you suffer on your own.” His eyes search yours, looking for something. He must find it, or doesn’t, because he slowly begins to nod.

“Yeah.” He whispers, voice bleeding raw emotion. “Okay, I’ll- I’ll call next time.” 

“Or you can come over. Whatever you need.” 

He shifts as you watch him, waiting for him to make the next move. “I just- I don’t want to bother you.” 

You reach down for one of his hands, bringing his hand up to your lips to press a soft kiss to his knuckles. 

“You could never, Bradshaw.” 

“Seriously.”

“I am being serious. I love you and if that means waking up with you at 3 am to talk about your nightmares then I’ll do it.” He swallows.

“Okay.” He whispers. 

“Let’s go to sleep, shall we? It’s late and you must be exhausted my love.” He nods. He pulls you close to him, head resting on your chest, just above your heart. You allow your fingers to reach up into his hair once more, resuming their work untangling the sweaty curls. You can feel him relax under you as you work and you feel his breathing begin to even out. Just as you’re about to relax yourself, certain he’s asleep, he sniffs. 

“Promise you’ll be here when I wake up?” His voice is soft with sleep and yet scared all the same. Your heart clenches as you will yourself to not think about his fear. You press a soft kiss to the top of his head. 

“Yeah, I’ll be here. Pinky promise.” 

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I was thinking about you last night. - For Eddie, pleaseeeeeee, Queen! ❤️❤️

pairing: eddie munson x (f)reader

warnings: eighteen+ content, fluff, virgin!reader, establish relationship, insinuated sexual content.

etc: i’m always writing filth so i tried to make this cute-ish, i hope you don’t mind darling <3

One of the many lumps in Eddie's mattress is pressing into your lower back, your body laying at an angle across the top covers in a lax position in hopes to find comfortability. But all you’re getting is pressure and a kink in your neck from how you’re too busy staring at Eddie to really care about the shitty mattress—and the damage it’s doing to your back.

He's got his guitar in his lap, back leaned against the wall at the top of his bed. Fingers strumming along mindlessly to whatever song he’s humming and letting play through the forefront of his mind.

You wish you could see it. See inside that wonderful brain of his, the way it works, plots, creates, how it makes this seemingly average weirdo so damn perfect to you. So enticing.

You’re sure your parents would love to see it too. Would love to know what you saw in a three-times-over senior who made his money by playing in dive bars and selling bags of weeds to honor kids.

It was hard to explain to them, to anyone, what it was about Eddie that pulled you into him. Like a moth to a light, a tide to sand, a bee to a flower. It was just natural, unexplainable because it felt so right and nothing more needed to be said or thought.

Eddie had seen your good, your ugly, your horrific. Just as you had seen his bad, his beauty, his weird.

Love was funny like that, you saw all parts of the bad but loved them through the good. Looked past the words of bystanders and saw the light in the truth of a good person.

Your relationship wasn’t perfect. But it was worth it to you. Always.

“I was thinking about you last night.” You mumble, your finger looping itself in one of the stray strings from the hole in his jeans.

Eddie's eyes flash over to you, the soft cheekiness of his grin making your insides warm. “As you should, but pray tell.”

There’s a playful roll of your eyes before you continue, a flick of your fingers atop his knee for being so cocky—right, but cocky.

There’s a nervousness that’s simmering in your belly. It pushes itself further and further up until it’s at the back of your throat and you feel too anxious to speak. Only chewing on your bottom lip and playing with his strings.

“I was thinking,” you trail off, rack your brain on how you say something like this. Ask something like this. A slight heat of embarrassment burning your cheeks.

You can’t just say ‘I want you to fuck me’. I mean you could, he would probably love it. Get a laugh out of it. You could even speak in touches or kisses rather than words. This was not as hard as you were making it out to be.

Sure you were trying to let your boyfriend know that you were finally ready to take it to the next level, finally ready to move past heavy make out sessions and his hand in your pants—you thought about it all night for weeks, have had your own hand in your underwear coming at the thought of eddie finally having you, being your first.

Simple. Easy to spit out. To declare. Why were you so nervous right now?

Eddie must see how in your head you are. Must notice how you’re chewing at your bottom lip with as much vigor as a piece of bubblegum that’s grown hard and out of flavor; because he’s setting his guitar against his night stand, leaning over you to pull your lip from your teeth with the pad of his thumb on your chin, a look of concern furrowing his brows.

“What is it?”

You swallow thickly, once, twice, three times before the words come out. Barely a whisper, “I'm ready, Eddie. I-I want to..” you trail off. Motion between the two of you with your hands. Pray he gets the gist. Your heart leaps in your chest when you see the recognition on his face light up his eyes and a lopsided smile pulls the corner of his lips.

“Are you sure?” His palm is cupping your cheek, thumb rubbing a gentle circle against the apple of it. You nod, it’s all you can do because there’s a matched stupid smile on your face thanks to his and the butterflies clawing are your insides as Eddie repositions the two of you. Pulling your legs apart as he slots himself between them. A soft kiss pressed against your lips, “we’ll go slow okay?”

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: topper's virginity kink - stop that, he's a gentleman about it ffs, he takes the best care of you , p in v sex of the protected variety, swearing, biting/marking, dirty talk, a little tearing up, kissing/saliva exchanged. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt four- virginity

character | fandom - topper thornton | outer banks

reader | original character - female reader, pogue!john b's sister & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 6.3k

tagging - &lt;taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . you've been dancing around the way you feel about him for a while now, but a Halloween bonfire at the boneyard + a few drinks might just change all that..✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

You couldn't stare at Topper Thornton any harder if you tried. Your eyes are glued to him like magnets as he tosses a football back and forth with some other Kooks down the shore. Staring is all you're ever gonna get. Might as well enjoy it. - the thought has you frowning to yourself and you bite your bottom lip as you watch the way he peels off a long sleeve shirt and tosses it at the sand.

Your brother John B happens to notice that you're distracted and you haven't paid attention to a single thing he’s been saying so he clears his throat and when that doesn't work, he bounces a green grape off your forehead.

Kiara snickers quietly. Sarah raises a brow and Kiara gets her off to the side, explaining what she was just laughing at.

❝ Wait.. she likes Top?❞ Sarah glances at you and John B, a brow raised. She groans to herself as she catches the tail end of yet another argument between the two of you. 

❝ She’s in love with him, actually.❞ Kiara shrugs as the argument between you and John B kicks into high gear.

John B glares at you. ❝ We discussed this. I don't even want that prick Thornton breathing your air, sis. He's not a good guy.❞

❝ We didn’t discuss anything, JB. You dictated, like always and I agreed just to shut you up.❞ you snipe, glaring at your older brother. ❝ I'm not involved in this stupid Kooks versus Pogue bullshit. And, ❞ you pause, a hand on your hip, ❝ You don’t know the guy.❞

❝I know him one hell of a lot better than you do, little bit. So what he saved you from drowning and he just happened to be there that time you took the Twinkie out and th' tire blew. Just because he felt like being a nice guy two times doesn't make him a good person. Stay away from th' guy. I'm being serious, lil bit. ❞ John B argues. 

His firm warning is met with a roll of your eyes as you decide you'd rather chew glass than keep arguing with the brick wall known as your older brother. 

❝ Would you fucking relax, dumbass? Its not like I'm gonna screw or marry the guy.❞ you yell, probably a little louder than you should have. Your face is on fire as soon as you realize just how many people your angry outburst has staring at you.

As you're storming away, you happen to crash right into Topper, the unaware subject of the entire fight you've just had with John B. He gazes at you in concern as his hands rest against your upper arms. ❝ You look upset.❞

You swallow hard. And naturally, the thought comes, bitterly, I'm gonna go all weird and quiet now. Just like every other time I'm near Topper.

❝ Y-yeah.❞ you finally murmur, ❝ Johns just bein an asshole…Again.❞ and you're staring up, lost in the multi-toned warmth of his eyes. You can feel your brother and the rest of his friends staring and you sigh a little. But Topper hasn't let go of your arms yet and if the look in his eyes is anything to go by, he doesn't buy what you're saying at all.

❝ Yeah, that tracks.❞ Topper finally mumbles as he reluctantly releases the hold on you, instantly missing the softness of your skin under his hands as soon as its gone. He gives John B and the other Pogues a dirty look and it's fleeting, he's quick to turn his attention back to you. 

❝ I'm gonna get going...❞ you reluctantly step away, instantly wishing you hadn't, ❝ Before he busts a vein.❞

Topper chuckles. And he'll tell himself that the only reason he does what he winds up doing next is solely to cause that, its just to get your very overprotective big brother all riled up, maybe it is. But as much as that's the honest to God's truth, there's a deeper reason he invites you to the Halloween bonfire tonight at the boneyard. 

He wants to see you again. He's like an addict, he needs his fix. 

❝ Hey!❞ he stops you in your tracks, ❝ There's a bonfire tonight..to celebrate Halloween, I guess. You should come..I mean, unless you're scared it's gonna make big brother mad.❞

You can feel the rage and frustration as it rolls off your brother when JJ nudges him so he doesn't miss what's unfolding.

You know you should turn him down, every part of you insists that going anywhere near that damned bonfire tonight is not only a bad idea, it's possibly the worst one you've ever had and yet.. when you open your mouth to do the right thing, the smart thing, and gently tell him no, ❝ Maybe I will, Thornton. Maybe I will.❞

You hurry away after answering, mostly because you know if you don't do that, John will come over and restart the argument you two were having that made you storm away and collide with Topper just now in the first place. 

Sarah and Kiara exchange looks.

❝ Tell me you were picking up on the way Topper was with her just now. Tell me I'm not reading into what we both just saw way too much.❞ Kiara asks after a few seconds. Sarah laughs softly and shakes her head. ❝ I think I have an idea. C'mon.❞ she starts to walk towards where you happen to be standing on the boardwalk as she glances back at Kiara and Cleo, ❝ We can wait for permission now or beg for forgiveness later.❞

❝ Wait, hold on!❞ Kiara rushes to catch Sarah, ❝What are we even doing?❞

❝ When I was dating Top...❞ she trails off and watches Topper as he's watching you, ❝ I used to be so jealous of her. I used to think that he wanted her more. I'm starting to realize I was right… and if she likes him back, I mean…❞ Sarah trails off, speaking up a few seconds later, ❝ Top is a good guy.. He deserves to be happy too, Kie.❞

❝ You do realize John isn't gonna see it that way...❞ 

❝ And we'll cross that bridge when we're there. What I do know is I owe him.❞

❝ Okay, so what are we thinking?❞ Kiara asks, watching as you watch Topper throwing the football around, further down the shore. 

❝ Everybody is gonna be in costume tonight.. well, most everybody.❞ Sarah muses, gazing from you to Topper as she formulates her plan. 

Cleo and Pope wander up to you as you finish your cigarette and thump its remains at the pavement.

❝ John is just being protective..❞ Pope speaks up after a few seconds. You nod, exhaling the last plume of smoke into the afternoon air. ❝ I know, Pope. I just don't get it.. Topper has actually helped out when we asked. Of the rest, he's the least biggest asshole. And I can't help who I.. nevermind..❞ you laugh softly and shake your head, ❝ He’s probably right, its not like a guy like that,❞ you nod in Topper's direction, ❝ Is even interested in me in the first place.❞

Cleo happens to look over where you were just staring right as you make yourself stop staring and Topper starts staring at you.

❝ I think you’re wrong.❞ Cleo muses, nudging Pope to get him looking in Topper's direction. Pope rubs his chin thoughtfully, tuning back into your continued rant just in time to hear you going off on a tangent about the way John B is engaged to Sarah and its kind of stupid to be an ass about Topper based solely on that. 

❝ I mean,  if he obviously liked me to begin with, he's totally a hypocrite for continuing to be an ass about this.❞ you go quiet.

Cleo snickers softly. ❝ There's one way to find out.. Go to the bonfire tonight. He did invite you.❞ she's challenging you, daring you to do something because she's gotten to know you well enough at this point to know that challenging you or daring you is a surefire way to get you to do something, quick, fast and in a hurry. 

You mull it over. You were already planning to go, you were going to hang out with Cleo and Pope. If things seemed off you could bail and you wouldn't be stuck by yourself because Cleo is your best friend and she'll be there.

❝ Come with me.❞ Sarah butts in, ❝ We're going costume shopping.❞

You raise your brow. Laugh softly. ❝ Now why am I gonna do that, hm?❞ you ask, shuffling your feet against worn wood.

Sarah grumbles. Then she sees the stern look she's getting from both you and Cleo so she launches into this long-winded ramble about just wanting to have a little fun, pointing out that you did promise your brother you would at least attempt to give her a chance. ❝ Everybody is gonna be in costume tonight.. well, most everybody. I thought it'd be fun..❞

You laugh. ❝Okay, fine. But I probably won't buy one. I'm a little too old for dress up games.❞ you're kind of scoffing, thinking to yourself that it figures the Kook princess would be into dressing up.

Cleo gives you a gentle nudge and you manage a tight smile at Sarah Cameron.

❝ I've got an hour to waste til my shift at the bar. No lingerie or cutesy animal themed stuff, got it?❞

Sarah laughs. ❝Fine. But you have to let me do your makeup and hair if you pick one.❞

You snort in laughter. ❝ How about you just be happy I agreed to tag along with you two..❞ you nod to Kiara as she leans against the railing around the pier, ❝ And leave me to my own devices with hair and makeup, huh?❞

❝ This is a bad idea, Sare.❞ Kiara gives you a dirty look and you roll your eyes right back at her. Cleo laughs quietly and shakes her head.❝ Alright, you three. Behave. If we’re going, we should go.❞

❝What's wrong with me doing your hair and makeup, anyway?❞ Sarah asks and you laugh. ❝It’s fine for you..I'm just not into the whole princess vibe.❞

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You're lingering hesitantly with your brother and his friends, infinitely regretting your spur-of-the-moment decision to buy the form fitting little white tank style dress and the veil and garter, but in your defense, Cleo dared you. And you're nothing if not petty, so given that you're going to the bonfire tonight just to see Topper and you know what your brother's always saying, you chose the petty road and tonight's costume is you, making a point. The thrifted dress had been longer 3 hours ago but all the tulle and fluff had been torn away from the rest of the dress, leaving you with a form fitting white dress that stopped just about the tops of your thighs. It's the shortest thing you've ever worn out in public but when you also found a garter and an old veil that you could use to form your own shorter veil, you took it to be a sign from the petty gods.

When you'd told Cleo this earlier, she nearly doubled over laughing.

❝ The flannel and combat boots are throwing off the whole costume.❞ Sarah clucks her tongue as she says it, giving you a once-over. ❝ I don't get why you had to destroy a perfectly good wedding dress either...❞

You shrug. ❝Deal with it, Sarah.❞

Sarah spots Topper as his Jeep pulls to a stop next to the Audi Kelce drives. 

Cleo nudges you but you shake your head. ❝ Not right now..❞

Sarah and Kiara have spotted your brother and JJ so they're gone with quickness and it's now only you, Cleo and Pope standing near the coolers and kegs waiting to be tapped. Cleo nudges you and nods at Topper.

You happen to look up just in time to lock eyes with him. You figure he's going to look down first so you're surprised when he smiles and gives a little wave. You pour yourself a drink and take a sip, almost immediately spitting it out.

❝ You are officially on your own, girl. Me and Pope are going somewhere a little more…private.❞ and now Cleo and Pope are gone, leaving you all by yourself. You shuffle your combat boots against the sand awkwardly and you're just about to head over to play a hand of cards with your friends Jesse and Alec, but just as you take a step in the direction of Jesse's tailgate, you're tapped on the shoulder.

❝ You’re here.❞ Topper's breath is minty against your neck and your thighs clamp together in seconds. ❝ I didn't think you'd show up.❞

You turn to face him, head tilted slightly to look up at him. He towers over you easily and you swallow hard, blowing at a strand of fallen hair. All you can do is shrug as words fail you yet again.

Topper chuckles, the sound is husky, quiet. A crowd racing past you both forces you to step into his body and as the wind picks up a little, you hug your flannel shirt tighter against your body. Topper notices this and with a chuckle, he pulls off the jacket he's wearing and holds it out to you. You glance at it, then up at him. He pushes it at you and when you don't immediately take it, he slips it around your shoulders. 

You can feel the exact second both JJ Maybank and your brother have caught onto it but you honestly couldn’t care less. Topper smiles down at you and because of the height difference between you two, he has to bend down just a little when he whispers ❝ I’m glad you came tonight. Kelce, he’s uh.. Been after me to just do something already but I.. Forget it.❞ he laughs quietly, ❝ It’s dumb.❞

You take a sip from the orange plastic cup in your hand and stare up at him quietly, nodding. Your cheeks feel a little warm, a little flushed and you can’t decide whether it’s from the watered down 80 proof in the cup you hold in your hand or if it’s from being around Topper Thornton, like usual.

Every time the two of you have a little run-in, you come away flustered then too.

Duh, you reflect on it, I'm always getting myself into weird and dangerous positions that somehow, he always manages to be close enough to save me from. And I wanna feel bad about that but it puts me in his path and I'm fine with that.

❝ I figured it was the least I could do, Top. I uh...❞ you shift your feet in the sand a little as you laugh at yourself and the sheer lack of ability to form words you’re suffering currently, ❝ I kind of owe you my life.. Three thousand times over, actually.❞

Topper snickers for a few seconds, falling silent again. By now you’ve migrated to a little bonfire further down the shore from the bigger one that everybody’s crowded around. He slips an arm around you and this pulls you straight into his side. Against him. You’re so close that the scent of his cologne envelopes you. As the two of you settle down in a spot on the sand, he speaks up again, gazing into the fire. ❝ I wasn’t keeping score. Y’know, you’re kind of a trouble slash danger magnet, right?❞ he chuckles as he looks over to see you pouting at him. You lightly swat his arm. ❝ Hey! That’s not fair! It’s not like I try to get myself in weird or dangerous situations, Top.❞

❝ Yeah.❞ he laughs, giving you that dimpled grin. You’re trying to resist, but the urge to be closer is driving you crazy. You lean against his side a little, your head resting against his bicep.

Topper’s breath hangs.

❝I always love t’ come out here and look at the stars.❞ you mutter quietly. Topper nods. ❝ Yeah, but the view at the lighthouse is prettier. Go all the way to the top and you can see everything..❞

❝ I’ve always wanted to go there..❞ you muse. He pulls himself up off the sand and holds out his hand to you. And that stupid, sexy, dimpled smile is back. You gaze at the hand he holds out and swallow hard. He’s grinning ear to ear. ❝ C’mon. We can slip away, nobody will ever know. I only come to this shit anymore because Kelce drags me.❞ Topper admits, conveniently leaving out the part where he mostly comes to be as close to you as he dares to get, lest he invoke the wrath of your overprotective big brother, John B.

But he’s got a foot in the door tonight. One chance to be even closer to you than he typically dares to get -aside from the times he happened to be in the right place at just the right time and he managed to keep you alive and safe.

He’s determined to take it.

You take hold of his hand. Biting your lip as you’re pulled off the sand and straight into his body. You’re only half teasing when you say it, ❝ Bet you take all the girls up there, huh? You being a ladies man and all..❞

He shakes his head. ❝ Nope. It’s somewhere I go alone, actually.❞

And you’d never own up to it but when he tells you that, you’re falling even more in love with him and you were just starting to think that couldn’t be possible.

❝ We’re gonna have to speed-walk to the Jeep.❞ you say it and through laughter, the two of you make a beeline for the Jeep. You practically dive into his passenger seat and he backs out of the spot he parked in as fast as he can, his arm around the back of your seat as he turns his head slightly, looking back over his shoulder.

You can feel those butterflies in your stomach, for sure. You know what you’re about to do, sneaking away with a Kook, is at best, a mere bad idea.. But for a bad idea, it feels so good.

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The stars glitter and glisten through floor to ceiling panes as you step into the little room atop the lighthouse. Your gasp makes him smile because he’d been hoping you might actually appreciate the view if he ever managed to be lucky enough to get you up here with him.

You turn to him in a rush, your chest presses against his as one of your hands finds purchase in the front of his favorite denim jacket, the one lined with wool. ❝ Top,❞ there it is, that sweet and sultry little purr that haunts his dreams, asleep or awake. He’s staring down at you, dazed. Because the moon is hitting your face just right and your skin is soft and dewy. You’re staring right back up at him, your grip on the front of his jacket tightens just a slip. When you realize just how close you’re pressed against him, your breath catches, a quiet gasp leaving your slightly parted lips.

He leans down, his face into yours just a little. A hand raises and cups your face after he’s brushed some loose strands of hair out of your eyes. ❝ What’s up?❞ he asks finally, the silence is too much for him.

❝ It’s so beautiful up here.❞ you mutter, raising one leg slightly, bent at the knee. He chuckles. The sound is soft. A little husky. Deep as the sound rose up from the very bottom of his soul. It gives you another little tummy flutter. For just a split second, you wonder if this is how awestruck Sarah Cameron had to feel when he looked at her the way he’s looking at you right now. And then in the next breath you’re doing all you can to mentally gaslight yourself that no, he’s definitely not looking at you like that.

You almost manage to pull it off until he shatters the silence. ❝ What I’m lookin at right now is more beautiful.❞

You gulp. The minty clean warmth of his breath fans your face as his moves even closer and the hand that had been on your cheek just seconds before moves to the back of your head. Thick digits catch against your hair. You melt against him and you try not to do it, but your eyes flutter closed as your tongue drags over your bottom lip. The ripped piece of lace you’d stapled to a headband to make yourself a veil at the last minute is lifted, raised out of his way completely.

❝ I’m gonna kiss you.❞ he mumbles quietly, his free hand settled on your hip which he squeezes and uses his grip to pull you into him even closer, as if there was any space left between you both in the first place. ❝ You.. If you don’t want me to kiss you...❞ words are frustrating. He swears under his breath and takes a very shaky deep breath to try again. But you don’t want to wait a single second longer, maybe at least half of your brain is convinced that this is a daydream and you’re going to come out of it to find Cleo and Pope sitting across from you in your usual booth at the Wreck, laughing their asses off.

❝ Are you crazy?❞ you mumble soft, your lips bump right into his as you speak, ❝ I’ve wanted to kiss you since we were twelve.. When I almost drowned to death and you saved me?❞ 

Topper blinks. He’d honestly thought that given all previous interactions, you’d panic and bolt. Because that used to be what you did in any situation where you found yourself alone with him. ❝ You.. you really mean that...❞ he studies you, curious.

❝ I said it, Top.❞ you mumble quietly. You’re not good at making eye contact for too long. So when you try to stare a hole through the front of Topper’s denim jacket, he cups your jaw and makes you look up at him. The distance between your mouths begins to close again. Time all but freezes and finally, his thick tongue splits the barrier of your lips. You keep up with him as best as you can but it’s clumsy. A little needy and you’re melting into his body the more the kiss deepens. When your lips latch onto his bottom one, he groans against your mouth quietly and the hair his hand is so caught up in is given a slight little tug. 

The two of you are light-headed, racing hearts and breathing for each other when the kiss breaks and you reluctantly pull apart, a strand of saliva keeping just a small hint of connection between your mouths. ❝ Fuck.❞ - that’s both of you mumbling the word in unison because he’d imagined what kissing you might feel like for a while now but what he’s just done went above and beyond his wildest imagination. And he knows it won’t be enough because he’s already pulling you back against him and leaning himself down into you for another one.

Your hand raises and settles in his hair, giving it a tug as you climb up into his arms, your legs circling his waist. The ripped lace of the flimsy DIY veil falls down between both of your faces at one point and Topper’s hand catches against the dollar store headband and slips it off your head, letting it fall from his fingers to the wooden floor of the room. You’ve rubbed yourself against him at least two times by now and you keep making these cute little whiny sounds that are driving him to the brink of his restraint.

When your mouth strays from his, seeking out the side of his neck, he sucks in a sharp breath. Hands catch against your ass, squeezing a double handful through a skintight white tank dress. He growls into your neck, ❝ We.. we don’t have t’ do this.. This isn’t why I brought you up here, love.❞ and it’s so cute and sweet and when he calls you love it’s just such a gentleman’s choice of word. You pull away to stare up at him. ❝ I know, I just..❞ you take a deep breath, laugh at yourself because you know damn well you’re rushing into this but at this point, it just feels like you’ve waited longer than forever. Maybe even longer than an eternity.

❝ What? You can tell me, love.❞ Topper coaxes. You play with the front of his jacket as you try to will the words out. ❝ I promised myself if I ever got a chance.. With you.. I was going to do everything I could to make you mine.❞ you cringe a little, it has to sound needy. It has to sound crazy, after all, every previous interaction between you both involved you making a hasty retreat.

❝ You.. you did?❞ he’s puzzled. Because he’s never been anyone’s first choice. He’s never been the guy who gets kissed like you just kissed him. He’s the best friend. Comic relief. The one people turn to only when he can do something for their benefit.

❝ Topper,❞ you whine out as you try to rub against him as much as you can and cling to his body, ❝ I want you..❞

He’s gaping. Stunned. Speechless. Because not only is someone begging for him.. That someone is someone he’s actually had his eye on for a really long time. Secretly, of course.

❝ I… I didn’t say too much, did I?❞ you ask quietly when he’s still dazed a second or two later and you notice that he’s not really responding to anything you’re doing. You frown a little and you’re just about to climb down out of his arms but he takes a step back. You wind up sat on the circular metal railing that surrounds the circular room. ❝ No. No, love.. You didn’t. I just needed to process.❞ Topper explains as his hands leave your hips, skimming up the front of your body, squeezing and cupping your breasts through thin fabric. When you start to rock into him all over again, he bites back a growl and thrusts himself against you so you can feel how hard he is through the jeans he’s wearing. And then he’s staring at you, eyes burning, pupils blown with lust. ❝ You’re.. You’re sure, yeah? We don’t have t’ do this right now, love...❞ he’s melting back into you, his mouth against your neck, tongue dragging the length of your pulse before he takes a little nip of exposed skin.

The scent of vanilla, of you and that sugary sweet cheap perfume you always wear, that fills his awareness, permeates the air all around you both. When his hand slips up your dress and he feels the garter wrapped around your thigh, he inhales, resting his forehead against the top of your breasts. The clasp to the garter was tricky. It was frustrating for him, especially when the only thing he wanted was to strip everything away that kept your skin from touching his.

❝ I hate this damn thing.❞ he huffs out just two seconds before he finally just loses all patience with your tight and stubborn clothing and rips the garter away. Your thin flannel shirt goes next, followed by his denim jacket, both settling in a heap on the floor of the observation room. 

With shaking hands you reach down between your bodies to unbutton his jeans and they settle around his ankles. 

He’s sucking your neck as he works the short and tight little dress up your hips, relishing all your little whimpers and whines and the way you're just so damn responsive to every little touch or kiss. His hand slips between your thighs and your breath catches, your head fallen back against the floor to ceiling pane of glass at your back. He cups your wet sex, rubbing his hand against it until you're rocking yourself against his hand, moaning his name and he can feel you dripping against his palm.

❝ Have you ever..uh, have you done this before, love?❞ he asks the question both not expecting your answer and preparing himself to be at least a little jealous, more determined to erase anyone else you've ever been with from your memory. ❝ No.❞ you breathe out against his neck as you work his shirt up and out of the way. Topper is frozen again. Trying to process everything, from the first kiss to now, when you've just told him that he's going to be your first lover. Only, his mind corrects as he feels himself getting harder at the mere thought that he's going to be the first, only, boy to bury his cock inside you. He never thought that just finding out you are a virgin would drive him as crazy as it is.

❝ Okay, look at me, love..❞ he's trying to be the voice of reason, to slow things down before they go too far. He wants to make sure you really are ready. He cups your jaw, tilting your gaze up ❝Do you really want this? Are..are you sure?❞, he asks, trying to get you focused on the question.

 But you're begging and the way you keep kissing on him while clinging to him as much as you can melts him. He melts down into you after releasing his hold on your jaw, his face buried in your tits as his hands squeeze your ass. 

❝ I want you, Top. Nobody else. You.❞ you answer quietly, cupping his face to make him look up at you so he knows you mean it and you're not just in the heat of the moment. ❝ You.❞

It's everything he's always wanted to hear and given up on hearing. He's all over you after it sinks in, lips against soft skin, hands anywhere he can get them on you. ❝ I'm..fuck.❞ he breathes out against your mouth as he crashes his mouth against yours, ❝ I'm yours, okay?❞ he promises, melting into you so much that you're pressed back against the window.

Your fingers drag over his abdomen as you take in what he's promising. You weren't expecting it, you're blown away.

You whine out in need as you tug at the waistband of his boxers. He chuckles.

❝ Oh no. No, love, not until I get a taste of you first.❞ he mutters against the shell of your ear. Thick digits hook in the side of your panties, he works them down your legs and when they settle at your ankles, he gets down on his knees in front of you, gazing up. ❝ C'mon, love.. open those pretty legs for me. Let me see what I'm doing to you.❞ he murmurs, parting your legs with his hands. As he sets sights on your bare cunt -and how wet you are, he barely stops a groan at the sight. You fidget a little, squirming in his intent gaze because he's your first. This is all so very new to you. You’re afraid that he's going to change his mind. ❝ Relax, love. I swear to God I'm gonna take care of you,  baby.❞

His tongue drags over the outline of his lips as moonlight makes your skin glisten, you're dripping for him and he's barely done a thing. He takes a pause, a few seconds to wrap his head around the fact that this is real and its happening.. with him. He's the one you've chosen to give yourself to and he's determined not to make you regret it.

His tongue drags over the soft skin, tracing its way up your inner thighs. When you start to giggle because you discover you're ticklish on your inner thighs, he chuckles quietly. When his tongue drags a stripe right up the center of your dripping hot sex, your breath hangs in your throat. He groans at the taste of you as it fills his mouth and two fingers join his tongue, stretching you more than you're used to. Your hand catches in his hair and you tug as his fingers and tongue fuck your virgin cunt to prepare you to be full of him. He mutters against your skin  ❝ Pull harder, love. If it helps.❞ as he buries his tongue deep inside. Your free hand curls around cool metal and you whimper and whine. 

There's a white hot ache that's creeping in, settling in the pit of your stomach as Topper works his fingers and tongue inside you. ❝ Top…❞ you're moaning his name like a prayer as you try to move your hips, desperate for more.

❝ Good girl. Fuck. Fuck,❞ he groans out, the sound of his voice muffled by the way he's got his face buried between your thighs. He stops to breathe - and to watch the way your head falls back and your mouth is hanging open partially, begging him to fuck you. ❝ Such a good girl for me.❞

You're so close. He can feel you tense up. He starts to slow down and you cry out for him, frustrated tears shining in your eyes as he looks up at you, his tongue dragging over your throbbing clit. ❝ Too much, love?❞ he questions.

You nod. He pulls himself up off his knees and steps between your legs, his hands pinning your hands against the glass at your back as he lets his boxers fall to the floor and lines up his cock with your dripping hole. As he fucks into you for the first time, you clench around his cock and it's so tight. His breath catches and when he feels you tense up, he goes still. Kissing on you as he waits for you to get used to taking his cock.

❝ Is it.. are you okay now, love?❞ he asks, gently cupping your jaw as you nod and start trying to rock yourself into him. 

This feels so fucking good, - the thought comes as you clench tight around him and he groans against your neck, plowing into you slow and deep. 

❝ –oh God don't stop dontstop, baby you feel so good. So gooood.❞ you're in the heat of the moment and all he can do is watch as you come undone, the sexy little sounds you're making combined with the way you clench around his thick cock is almost enough to make him come undone. ❝ Easy, love.❞ he coaxes, driving into you at a new angle as he lets go of your hands and grabs your hips, picking you up to slam you down on his cock over and over. ❝ I'm…fuck…I wanna cum, princess. You feel so so good. So good.❞ he's begging for it and he doesn't care, he's got no shame at all. You’re clinging to him as your orgasm rips through you and leaves you a fucked out and needy mess. He's thrown into his own orgasm, your cunt squeezing his cock so perfectly that he can't hold it off. 

You feel him throbbing, hot seed painting your insides and he leans down into you, his forehead against your tits while he takes a few sloppy thrusts. His mouth crashes against yours in a kiss that's equal parts sloppy and sweet.

Down on shore, the festivities are still going, you can see the bonfire from where you are as you slip down from the rail, the two of you helping each other redress, stopping to steal kisses or melt into each other.

As he holds out your 'veil' to the costume, he turns it over in his hands and chuckles quietly. ❝ Tiffany..from Bride of Chucky, right?❞ he asks and you laugh softly.

❝ Nope. I am a bride though.. since my brother thinks that I'm gonna run off to marry you just because I really like you and I stare too much, I decided to prove him right.❞

Topper chuckles. Then it sinks in what you're admitting. He catches up to you as you're about to open the door to the room and he turns you around to face him. ❝ I kinda thought you hated me or that I scared you because you're always rushing off whenever we happen to be alone.. thats not true?❞

You laugh softly and shake your head. ❝ I didn’t want my idiot brother to come after you. If he hurt you, I..❞ you trail off, a hand raised to caress his cheek as you stare up at him. ❝ I'm not trying to scare you or anything but..❞ you lean against him, ❝ I think I could love you. That I have for a long time..❞

He's blown away. He cups your jaw to make you look up at him as he takes in what you've just said. ❝ D-do you mean that?❞

You smile softly and nod. He holds you tighter, his nose against the crown of your head. ❝ He doesn't scare me. And he won't stop me from being with you.❞ Topper promises, staring down at you. 

❝ Wanna go back down?❞ he asks after a few seconds. You laugh and shake your head no, telling him ❝ I only came tonight to be close to you.❞

The two of you do make your way out of the lighthouse but it's to sit on the deck, you caged in by his body as he holds you close and points out different stars in the sky.

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[long-lost-mcguffin]

CW for: Forced choking, possession

Keep running keep running keep running keep running keep running-

He couldn’t run very fast, fear be damned. He hadn’t eaten in at least a day, and his would-be meal was falling out of his arms with every harsh step. His chest burned, from being out of breath and from the anxiety of being caught. His empty stomach was coiled into a tight knot of nausea and adrenaline. His legs stung from the sprinting. He just wanted to eat.

The uneven road was making him stumble and drop the little food he had. He should’ve taken the basket too- would’ve made holding the fish a lot easier.

“Someone grab him!” The man behind him yelled. Morro prayed- hoped that the closing market and bustle of people would hide him better. The setting sun would give him some cover if he could find buildings with shadows and alleys. Maybe if he got to the beach and hid in the ship docks- yes. The ship docks would have hiding places without people.

He turned sharply- dropping a bread roll in the process, and ran down a wide alley, spying several rugs drying on a rope across the roofs of houses. Passing under them and hearing the group of angry people closing in, he turned back. Positioning his feet the way that... he learned by himself, he took a deep breath and silently called on his wind. Slowly bringing his open palm behind him, and seeing the people turn the corner and run towards him, Morro swept the wind up at the rugs. A few of the smaller ones successfully plopped on top of the group, and he started running again.

Keep running, almost there.

He could hear the ocean now, and ship bells. People were calling out various names and orders as he ran past a maiden tearfully kissing her farewells to someone else. Someone yelled at him to slow down and go back to the schoolhouse, and it took what was left of his patience to not send them seaside.

There! The dock had a small ramp down to the beach. Jumping down and scrambling under the old wood, Morro could finally catch his breath and eat. He coughed on the first bite of bread, his throat dry from all the running. Breathing in through his nose and chewing slower, he watched the sea foam on the sand crawl back and forth, rolling in on itself with every new wave. Chewing on the salty fish made him realize how thirsty he actually was, he’d have to find a well during the night if he wanted to get any sleep. Where would he sleep anyway?

Here was... fine. The sand was soft enough, and it was hidden. The ship bell would get annoying- it already was. Would people stay on the docks all night? The group from before might come looking for him, but he wouldn’t be stupid enough to steal from that market side again. Why would they come out here anyway? He didn’t look like a deck sweeper.

He didn’t think so anyway.

Morro swallowed the last of his fish and looked at the waters edge. He pondered taking a bath to wipe off the dirt from himself and his clothes, but the late sunset that painted orange across the sand made him think otherwise. It wouldn’t dry overnight without sun or a fire, and he’d get sand in his clothes if he laid them out. Drying them out with wind would take a while, and he’d be cold for an hour while he scrubbed...

It was better than filth.

He crawled to the waters edge and pulled his- what did Wu call it? An uwagi? Yes, the uwagi’s sleeves were pulled to his elbows. He cupped the ice cold water with dirty hands and washed them as best he could, breathing through his nose again to fight the ice feeling in his fingers. He was only doing this because being filthy was so humiliating. He cupped some more seawater, inhaled the smell of salt and fish, and threw the water at his face. The shock of cold made him gasp and cough, bending over as he hacked into the wet sand. Fuck. He was so fucking cold.

Cupping some more water, he looked around to see if anybody was around. It had gotten darker- and colder. There was a few drunks wandering the shopfronts, and music was playing from a tavern somewhere. He turned back to the water to continue washing himself.

There was somebody in the water.

Morro cried out and fumbled back, pushing sand with his heels as he stared. He couldn’t tell who it was, but they looked worse for wear. He knew that feeling. The initial pounding in his chest remained as the racing thoughts slowed to more reasonable ones. The greasy wet head of hair covered their face, and they looked pale, glittering with droplets of seawater. She- She? Yeah, she looked like a she. There was seaweed tangled around her arms, and he couldn’t see if she was wearing anything.

He moved forward, watching her. “Hello?” He asked, cautious and curious. She coughed, and he paused.

He moved forward again. “Are you ok?” He didn’t know what else to ask. He didn’t even know if she understood him.

I understand you, boy.

He rushed back again and tried to scream. Nothing came out.

Silence. We must remain hidden.

She looked up at him now, through her matted locks of dark hair. The green of her eyes seemed...otherworldly and eerie, and glowing. Morro noticed that her skin didn’t glitter with water like he had thought, and instead glittered from the iridescent, almost transparent scales. Her hands were clawed and blacked down to her elbows- how did he not notice that?

“What...What are you?” His voice came back, just above a whisper. He tried to breathe slowly, but whatever was happening right now was... it couldn’t be real.

I am powerful. I am of the divine, wrongfully cast aside because of destiny.

Wow, that didn’t sound familiar.

You are like me, boy. I hear it through your powers.

“What are you talking about?” He stuttered, still trying to catch his breath from the initial scare. Fuck he was so thirsty...

Yes...I hear it in your winds, the howls of how unfair it is... of what you deserve, what is rightfully yours.

“What- What do you mean? How do you know this?”

But it WAS unfair. Wu lied to him, telling him that this destiny was his, and his alone. How he was made for this.

Destiny has thrown you away, boy.

“It...Yes...It has.” He slowly relaxed, realizing this was not an enemy of his. The woman- creature, whatever she was, raised her head to show her neck. A cold, glowing light from her chest flickered.

I can give you more than what destiny has promised you.

“And what would that be?”

I can make you more powerful than you already are. I can make your winds command ships and move storms. We will have an army of our own, to exact our revenge on destiny.

Revenge was exactly was he wanted. On destiny, on Wu, on that stupid fucking green ninja prophecy and whoever else was going to take his place.

“And how do I do that?” Morro exhaled, feeling his heartbeat in his ears.

Become a vessel for me. Only until we get strong enough.

Morro bit his tongue, and thought. Power, an army. Revenge. “And in return, I’ll get my revenge?”

Yes, and so much more than that. Give me your name, boy, and become a vessel for me to be granted power you could never conceive of.

He inhaled again, gathering his wits and crawled towards her. He looked her in her glowing eyes, and sat on his knees. “I am Morro, Master of Wind.”

The seaweed around her arms suddenly snapped around his waist and neck, pinning him in place.

It was her turn to inhale now, lifting her head and unhinging her jaw. He couldn’t move or scream anymore as much as he tried, watching her black maw begin to glow green from the back of her throat. A splitting headache and ringing in his ears made Morro wince and grit his teeth, as glowing fronds of kelp and seaweed sprouted from her mouth. As he tried to inhale, they dove for his mouth, making him choke and gag. Rotten grass and salt filled his nose and throat as he fruitlessly pulled away, the slimy vines following him.

Suddenly revenge didn’t sound as currently appealing as breathing.

He grabbed the seaweed in his mouth and pulled, his fingers slipping on the slippery and wet fronds. The shallow breaths he could take were the worst thing he had ever smelled, salty and sour meat that had been left in someones trash pile. The seaweed around his throat wrapped around his wrists and pulled them to his knees. It was getting darker by the second, and he could breath less and less amidst the gagging. He couldn’t barely think with these things in his mouth, and the horrible smell, the sounds of his own choking... he was getting weaker... his vision was getting fuzzy and his head hurt worse than ever.

He felt his head hit the ground before he realized he was falling.

-

Morro woke up cold and sweaty, with a horrible headache. He was too weak to move, so he stayed on the soft sand, staring at the wooden pillars of the dock. Moonlight coated the damp sand in an eerie, pale glow. The woman... no, she wasn’t a woman- she was something Morro could’ve never imagined.

Well done, Morro.

“W-What...What did you do to me?” He asked himself in a hoarse whisper.

We are one. You are my vessel, and I am your power.

He fell back asleep, stomach churning with excitement.

#pull of the tides au #ninjago morro #morro wu #the preeminent #ninjago au #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago fic #ninjago fanfiction #choking tw #teehee :3

[konata-izumi-kinny-writes]

Korosensei x Reader HCs

(You speaking is represented by the color red bc i can't find yellow text for koro)

Oh boy- Where do I start with this guy? sometimes things like this are hard to imagine.

For one he's very clingy.

But when you hang out with him, be prepared to be engulfed in yellow, rubbery tentacles and carried around like a baby.

He has you sit on his lap while he's teaching class. If not he has a tentacle wrapped around your arm. If not your arm, then your entire torso.

He makes every date you two go on over the top fun. Beach date? He makes a literal sand castle. Going out to eat? He flies you somewhere exotic. Forget going to the fair, he takes you to friggin' Disney Land!

Korosensei shares all kinds of snacks he finds on his trips with you... except if its something you can't actually eat like a vent piece or broken glass.

One time you decided to chew on his tentacle to see what the texture would be, you accidentally bit down too hard which caused him to let out a high pitched yelp in the middle of class

Everyone stopped their studying with 'wtf' faces on. You slowly unlatched your jaw and looked away with a 'what have i done look' on your face.

He lifted you up to his level looking you straight in the eye.

"WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT 😭?!"

"Curiosity..."

"While its good to be curious, remember my dear, curiosity killed the cat-"

"WAIT ARE YOU GONNA MURDER ME?!"

"OF COURSE NOT-"

Korosensei is one of the most romantic (not to mention dramatic) beings ever. He is what you would call, a hopeless romantic

He is attracted to you, no matter your hairstyle, body type, skin tone, disabilities if you have any, or hobbies

The pet names Korosensei gives you usually have to do with candy and other things he likes. Other times he calls you the most romantic names he can think of.

"Cuddlefish" "sweetie" "sugar" "Honey" "Darling" "Baby"

Korosensei constantly teases you with cheesy jokes and puns. One time it got to the point where you tried to assassinate him (and ofc failed). He was heartbroken though that you'd even try.

"Oh dear! The love of my life is trying to kill me now too? My one and only Cuddlefish! 😭"

You comforted him with some sweets after that.

He will help you with almost any problem you ask. The only exception is spiders. He sees a spider and he immediately clings to the ceiling while screaming. He scoops you up in his tentacles from wherever you were so you're at least safe with him while you two scream your heads off.

I mentioned before that you go on a lot of trips with Korosensei, but when you two go on a field trip with class 3-E its one of the best bonding experiences with the students you could ever ask for.

You all get treats together, and if you're someplace you've visited with Korosensei, the students ask you questions on the things you did, and what new foods you tried.

Speaking of food, Korosensei will love anything you cook for him, even if its burnt (i mean literally, he literally eats pens,metal objects, HE EATS ANYTHING)

He sometimes purposely misuses slang around the students to mess with them and you both die of laughter whenever he does this.

If he absorbs too much water, hes counting on you to help wring him out. Lmao.

#konata izumi kin writes #korosensei x reader #korosensei #assassination classroom x reader #fictober

[sicksucculentz]

Regretavator headcanons: Bive. part 2

She can clack her teeth together very loudly and very fast. She does this when she's happy and or excited about something. She tends to do it it a lot when she gets to spend time with Split. It freaked Split out a little the very first time she saw/heard this. They were having dinner together one night and were seated across from each other at a circular table. Bive was gripping the edges of the table with both hands, she sat leaning forward over the table a little, staring at Split, classic frequently seen grin across her face and loudly clacking her teeth at Split. Split just sat there staring back at her with this slightly scared and concerned look on her face.

Now, Split isn't scared of Bive at their current status but when they first met each other Split thought Bive was going to maul her or something. The twitching, paranoia, fits of delusion, and her sure size scared her off at first. She found even though she was a little freaked out by Bive she was genuinely curious about the strange hairy mess and took a risk spending more time around her and boy is she glad she took that risk.

She likes eating chicken in a particular way. She loves it dry and loves to peal it by strands. Of course she eats it as normal but does the peeling thing while she’s chewing. It’s just entertaining to her. She used her claws to do it.

Split often cooks for her. She doesn't now how to properly cook meats so her meals are vegan. Bive has no issue with this at all and quite enjoys her cooking! Split was the one to introduce her to chickpeas. Bive forgot what they were called when asking for them again later and called them “little sand orbs” because of their gritty texture that reminded her of sand. Split often serves her peppermint or ginger tea with her coffee, helps to settle her stomach.

Bive and Split have dinner with each other every Friday. Lampert and Party Noob come to sometimes!

Bive used to be a ball of lint and dog hair! She formed from this ball of lint and dog hair! She started out looking much like a spider. It took her 28 years to reach the point she’s at now aging her 28 of course. She is cannonly a lab accident apparently as it says in her wiki. She was cared for in the beginning years of her life by 4 different female scientists that she grew to view as mothers. They had to leave her at the lab overnight sense it was illegal to take something made in the lab home so she was completely on her own besides the night guards that sometimes kept her company, most of them were scared of her and didn't want to interact.

Bive will not stop growing and evolving. It took her 28 years to get to her current state and size at about 6 ' 8 and about 300lbs rounding up. She's not done growing at all. Much like the teeth of rodents she grows and grows and grows. The growth and evolutions to her body will not end until something ends her life, it's unknown if she can die of old age. She was kind of adorable as a "baby" she looked a bit like those worms on a string but with little spider like legs. She would scuttle around eating bugs, crumbs, other peoples lunches if left out, snacks left out, small meals given to her by staff, and just about anything she could find and fit in her mouth. She only had 3 teeth on the top and bottom and it took her like 3 years to reach a size big enough to finish a whole sandwich.

A smart cookie she was able to pick up language by creeping around others. Doing this also gave her an insight to more than just English. She knows a tiny amount of Korean, French, German, and Spanish! It's not nearly enough to be fluent though, hell she still fucks English up sometimes.

She tends to know a lot of different things but it's more along the lines of dabbling in the surface level of many different topics. She has one little section of something that she's got a lot of depth in and that tends to be criminal justice. She loves true crime, murder mysteries, and even conspiracies!

#regretevator #regretevator headcanon #regretevator bive #bive #bive headcanons #i'm not done yet #but this word count is pissing me off

[sterekbros]

castles and sandbeasts by Winchesterek

for @sterekfests staycation, @sterekweekly ocean, @sterekbingo beach, @warmandfluffybingocards cry so hard you laugh, and @sterek-and-stuff-events thunder

Stiles watched as Ava rolled around in the sand, her puppy growls and excited yips filling the air. He chuckled as she wiggled on her back and then rolled over, her ears perking up and turning in Derek’s direction.

It was their first family trip to the beach with Ava and both Elijah and Ava were fascinated with the ocean and how the waves rolled up onto the sand.

Derek was standing at the edge of the water with Elijah and he squealed each time the water rushed up and crashed over their feet. The ocean washed back and Elijah chased it, only to turn around and run back into Derek’s arms as it chased him back up the beach. Derek picked Elijah up as Elijah giggled and screamed when the water crashed into Derek’s legs but Elijah was safe in Derek’s arms where the water couldn't get him.

He gave Elijah a kiss on the side of his head and jiggled him before he turned and headed back over to their base camp where Stiles was sitting under a large umbrella with Ava playing nearby.

“How are my boys doing?” Stiles asked, reaching out for Elijah when Derek handed him over, blowing raspberries on his stomach which made Elijah laugh louder.

“Hungry. Thankfully we don't sunburn, otherwise, you’d have two lobsters on your hands.” Derek chuckled and sat down next to Stiles, giving him a kiss.

“And that is why I am under an umbrella. Sunscreen helps a little bit, too.” Stiles sat Elijah next to him when moved to get out of his lap and reached to grab the basket they’d brought with them. “Sandwich?” he asked Derek.

“Yeah, hand it over.” And Stiles did, handing Derek two sandwiches, one for himself and Ava, who promptly ran over to him and jumped on his lap.

“You have to wait, I need to open the bag,” Derek told her, leaning down to kiss her nose even as she nipped at him. He growled and she turned her ears toward him, then sat quietly, looking up at him with her big pleading eyes.

Stiles shook his head, opened one baggie, and took a fourth out, handing it to Elijah. Elijah ate, making those little satisfied noises he always did with every bite as he chewed and Stiles smiled. He ate his own sandwich, watching his family as Derek fed Ava and ate his own. Stiles passed around chips for everyone, which the kids and Derek devoured.

Sometimes he forgot how much werewolves ate, but he really shouldn't since he lived with three of them. Once they were done with lunch, Stiles put away all the trash and stood up, brushing his swim trunks off. “Alright, who’s ready to build a sand castle?!”

“Me!” Elijah said, jumping up and down. “Me! Me! Me!”

Derek and Stiles both laughed and Stiles took Elijah’s hand as they headed over to a nice patch of sand, Ava on his heels as Derek followed them.

They ended up building only half a sand castle before they started burying Derek in the sand, Elijah was way too excited about the prospect of burying his father alive. Ava, of course, sat by Derek’s head and then laid next to him, licking his face and ears to make sure he was okay as the sand covered him until he was trapped.

“Oh, no! I’m trapped! You can't leave me here!” Derek pleaded, looking at Elijah and Ava licked his face again.

Stiles laughed. “Well, maybe for a little while. We still have to build a sandcastle.”

“You’ll be okay Daddy,” Elijah added, patting Derek on the head and walking over to grab his bucket and sand shovel.

Ava whined and rubbed her face against Derek’s, which made him chuckle and try to kiss her back.

“It’s okay pumpkin. Daddy is okay, I promise.” Ava looked at him dubiously in her best-confused puppy look, then yipped at him and laid on top of where Derek’s body was buried in the sand. She rested her head on her paws, staring at him as if she expected him to burst out of the sand at any moment.

“I think she thinks you’re going to stay there forever, Derek,” Stiles teased as he helped Elijah build more buildings for their castle.

“I promise I won't,” Derek told Ava and smiled at her, which caused Ava’s tail to wag. “I’ll escape and then we’ll go running, how does that sound?” She just whined again and then laid on her side, staring at him, and digging her paws against the sand but she was only a few months old so she really couldn't do anything to help Derek escape.

Stiles laughed and he and Eljah built their sand castle, Derek napped and talked to Ava as she stayed near him and as they finished the sand castle, Stiles looked up and saw dark clouds on the horizon.

“I think it’s going to storm…” There was lightning far away in the horizon and Stiles counted until he heard the thunder. “It’s still a way out, so we should have time to get everything together.”

He crawled over to where Derek was and kissed him and then Ava, and then Derek again. “I kinda like that I can kiss you and you can't run away,” he teased. “Maybe I should find a way to keep you trapped more often.”

Derek laughed. “You know you don't have to do that for you to kiss me.”

“No, but it has me thinking about other things,” Stiles replied with a smirk and Derek laughed again before his arms burst out of the sand and he grabbed Stiles as he escaped.

Stiles wailed and laughed hard until he was shaking with it. “Ahhhh! The sand beast has escaped!” he cried out.

Elijah came running, flinging himself at Derek and holding onto his back, trying to free Stiles from Derek’s grasp as Ava jumped around them yipping.

They laughed and laughed until Derek grabbed Elijah and flipped him over his shoulder between them. “I think I’m going to have him for dinner!” he growled and tickled Elijah.

“No Daddy! I’m not dinner!” Elijah shrieked, laughing and flailing.

Stiles barely managed not to get knocked out by his son’s wild arms and legs, holding his belly as he fell over laughing with happy tears in his eyes, Ava promptly jumping on him to make sure he was okay.

“Okay, okay. We can't have Elijah for dinner,” Derek replied and sighed heavily, putting on a show for them. “So then what are we going to eat?”

“Hot dogs!” Elijah shouted. “With mustard!”

Stiles frowned. He really didn't want to eat hot dogs, especially not with mustard. “Can I at least have ketchup with mine?”

Derek chuckled. “You can have anything you want.” He freed himself from the rest of the sand, picking Elijah up as he stood. “Come on, let’s get everything picked up before the storm gets here.”

Stiles scooped Ava up into his arms and nuzzled her, giving her kisses as they cleaned up their things and packed them into the Jeep.

He knew they’d be making more trips like this to see the ocean and he couldn't wait to see his family, happily playing until the sun threatened to set in the horizon.

It was a perfect first trip to the beach and they’d have many more firsts with Ava as she grew. Firsts as a new, bigger family.

Stiles couldn't wait.

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