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OC in 15 - Kira Kingston
rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!
Thank you @deepinifhell for tagging me!
With her permission, I will be doing a little bit of borrowing from @delucadarling's that have featured Kira, simply because I'm not sure I have enough of my own writing to fill the slots! Dialogue borrowed from her will be marked with an asterisk 😊
Without further ado!
1. “It’s fine,” She says, offering him a determined smile. “If we’re working together I suppose I ought to get used to it sooner rather than later, right?”
2. “That must have been a big change,” Kira says carefully. “Do you miss it?”
3. "I feel like you’ll be facing more danger than I do. The biggest threat I’ll be dealing with is wayward needles."
4. Kira laughs. “I won’t force you too if you think it’d be too boring.”
5. “...Now that that’s settled,” Kira says, clearly pleased with her partner, “let’s go ahead and get started.”*
6. “I didn’t have a lot of choice, but I can’t say I regret taking the job,” Kira says. “I wanted to help people, you know? And even if Wayhaven is usually a quiet town, I felt certain that I could best help with the new position.”*
7. She gives herself a little shake and squares her shoulders. “Come, let’s get to work – we have a lot to do.”
8. “You’re teasing me.”
“I am,” Kira admits. “But you always look so adorable when you’re serious.”
9. “I’d like to have you there,” Kira tells her. “And I know you'd like to meet her.”
10. “I love you,” she says, whisper-soft. “I think I could do anything with you at my side.”
11. “No, but you’re alright, aren’t you?” Kira says, turning to give Barbie another once over. Barbie nods. “Then I can move on to my second concern, which is why is Bobby here?”*
12. “Which shirt are you going to wear? Do you need it pressed?” She asks.
“I was thinking that green one,” Nat points to where the blouse in question is currently hanging off a hook in Kira’s open wardrobe.
13. Kira nods, a grim expression on her face. “I’ve heard that can be a problem. I feel pretty lucky to not have to worry about that much. The most I have to deal with is the mayor and the police captain, but they’re both usually so busy puffing their chests out at each other that I think I’ll be able to fly under the radar. Run things properly, you know?"*
14. “I carry a mini first aid kit for things just like this,” Kira says, her tone cheerful, blissfully unaware that there’s a shark in the water.*
15. Detective Kingston brightens up with a smile. “Isn’t it just? I grew up here, you know. My whole life, except for college. I couldn’t stay away.”
It was fun to dig around to find fun lines for Kira! And follow up asks about them are always welcome :3c
As a bonus thank-you for reading here's some of the very first Kira & Nat art I did, from about a year ago!
In return I'll tag @delucadarling @serially-wayhaven/@serial-chillr @nat-seal-well @evilbunnyking @agentnatesewell @nsewell @topaz-carbuncle and anyone else who'd like to do it!
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A Gentlebeard Playlist
Tracklist (and specific lyrics that make me think of these babes):
imagine - Ben Platt
Your eyes give life a new meaning / It's like I found the north light / I never knew what I needed / Until I felt your hand holding mine
Remind Me - Emily King
You remind me of something / Something that I used to feel myself /Something that I used to feel / Like a heartbeat racing / Like a new beginning
Wicked Game - Chris Isaak
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you / Strange what desire will make foolish people do / I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
On + Off - Maggie Rogers
Take me through this wild time / Stay with me through all of time / I'm drenched in madness, dangled blue / Won't you, won't you? / Take me to that place where you always go
Hungry Eyes - Eric Carmen
One look at you and I can't disguise / I've got hungry eyes / I feel the magic between you and I / I wanna hold you so hear me out / I wanna show you what love's all about
Can't Help Falling In Love - Perfume Genius
Like the river flows, Surely to the sea / Darling, so it goes / Some things are meant to be / Take my hand, take my whole life too
I'm Your Man - Mitski
You believe me like a God / I destroy you like I am / I'm sorry I'm the one you love / No-one will ever love me like you again / So when you leave me, I should die
First Time - Hozier
Remember once I told you 'bout / How before I heard it from your mouth / My name would always hit my ears / As such an awful sound
The Stranger - Melissa Ferrick
So let me in now / I am ready to move / And here comes fear and resistance from you / And for once I am willing and now what i've got to wait?
I'll Be with You - Pawns or Kings
Spend too much of my time alone / wondering about my friends back home / thinking if they are having more fun / without me
Thirsty Dog - Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
I'm sorry about all your friends / I hope they'll speak to me again / I said before I'd pay for all the damages / I'm sorry it's just rotten luck / I'm sorry I've forgotten how to fuck / It's just that I think my heart / and soul are kind of famished
10,000 Emerald Pools - BØRNS
I'll dive in deeper, deeper for you /
Down to the bottom, 10,000 emerald pools / Under water / Time is standing still / You're the treasure
j's lullaby (darlin' i'd wait for you) - Delaney Bailey
I'd give you the sun if you asked me / You could have all of the time / You could have the stars and the trees / When dividin' up the universe / You could have mine
To Bring You My Love - PJ Harvey
I think my time is near / And I've traveled over / Dry earth and floods / Hell and high water / To bring you my love
Hold You in My Arms - Ray LaMontagne
Weapons of war / Symptoms of madness / Don't let your eyes refuse to see / Don't let your ears refuse to hear / Or you ain't never going to shake / This sense of sadness
Grow as We Go - Ben Platt
If to change is what you need / You can change right next to me / When you're high, I'll take the lows / You can ebb and I can flow / And we'll take it slow
First Light - Hozier
One bright morning goes so easy / Darkness always finds you either way / It creeps into the corners as the moment fades / A voice your body jumps to calling out your name / But after this I'm never gonna be the same / And I am never going back again
#our flag means death#blackbonnet#ofmd#gentlebeard#edward teach#stede bonnet#ed x stede#my odd mix of 90s and current as usual#the nick cave was too perfect though#feel like I need a beta for playlists#like tell me if the flow makes sense to anyone who's not in my brain#let's see if this actually shows up in the tags#forgive the double Hozier and Ben Platt#the unofficial musical sponsors of this ship#Spotify#playlists#paradox playlists
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into the arms of another part three | max verstappen social media au
pairing: max verstappen x reader
part one part two masterlist tips
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yourusername: working up a storm and flirting up a frenzy
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user3: SHE'S BACK
user4: that month she was gone was dragging
user5: i almost forget she has a job lol there's always so much drama i forgot girly was getting the bag
danielricciardo: oh what a lovely picture of you two being gross at dinner i wonder who took it
yourusername: it's this lovely gentleman, i'll have to introduce you. he's quite loud, very charming and should consider going into theatre with his vocal projection
danielricciardo: you think i'm ready for the stage?
maxverstappen1: i think we all think you're ready for the stage
user6: wait so do you think daniel, heidi, y/n and max go on double dates? that's so cute
user7: sometimes i hurt myself by thinking it could've been a triple date if charles wasn't such as ass
maxverstappen1: when she's a triple threat 😍
yourusername: but i can't sing, dance or act?
maxverstappen1: but you are smart, beautiful and can put up with me :)
yourusername: you act like being with you is a chore maxy :( i'd spend all my waking moments with you if i could
landonorris: i'm sending these ^^ comments to my therapist, you guys make me feel so lonely
maxverstappen1: sorry dude
yourusername: lando !! let us play matchmaker ??
landonorris: i'll let you play matchmaker just don't let max have too much input
maxverstappen1: why not i clearly have good taste?
user8: anyone else wondering whether y/n and charles actually spoke after he was seen outside her building?
user9: i was thinking about that too ... i'm guessing they either didn't or it didn't go well by the fact that he's no where to be seen here
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maxverstappen1: new weekend, new helmet. this one was designed by the love of my life who put her architecture degree to good use to make me this beautiful lid. love you y/n hope to bring you a trophy back in return 🧡
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user13: max being the resident grid sweetheart was not on my 2023 bingo card
yourusername: no worries max, it was an absolute honour to design a helmet for you.
maxverstappen1: it's an honour to wear something designed by you
yourusername: call me the adrian newey of helmet design
maxverstappen1: that's a big shout, that i'm inclined to believe
redbullracing: adrian gives his stamp of approval y/n !
user14: i swear in an older charles vlog y/n spoke about how she always wanted to design a helmet for him :( i'm glad she finally got to do it
user15: no shade but at least this helmet might actually win the race lol
danielricciardo: cute lid, is y/n open for commission?
maxverstappen1: nope she's mine and mine only (unless you're paying)
yourusername: what he said
user16: i just know charles is screaming, crying and throwing up rn
user17: probably not, people stop being friends all the time, he's got more than one friend and is a millionaire, he's living his best life
user16: his track record says otherwise, he's extremely petty, he probably can't handle that max and y/n don't care about him anymore
user18: tbf from what we saw charles was looking to reconcile, it's more y/n who has been unreasonable
user19: i think she's well within her rights to refuse forgiveness and from reports charles never apologised, this has been a pattern of behaviour for years now. she deserved better, she's now got better
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user20: i love that max likes all the shady comments about the situation cause i know y/n would never
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charles_leclerc: always make time for your real friends.
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user21: if there's one thing men will have, it's the audacity
user22: well this is an interesting response
user23: are we meant to clap?
arthurleclerc: what happened to the plan?
charles_leclerc: than plan failed in the minute she closed the door in my face
arthurleclerc: call me, but also stop making excuses
user24: yes it is logical to do this offline arthur, but consider this, i want to read the drama
user25: but at this point how is it drama? it's just charles being stubborn. y/n gave him a full explanation and by the look of it he didn't do a very good job with it
user26: the thing is i honestly believe that however bad the apology would be y/n would still forgive him. they've been friends for so long i think she honestly wants it to work out but shit like this does not help his case
carlossainz55: mate i am so confused
charles_leclerc: what's so confusing? she can say that this has led to her finding "the real thing" but i can't?
carlossainz55: but if you wanted to reconcile, you look like an asshole
charles_leclerc: fine, make me the bad guy like everyone else
user27: charles is really in his whiny boy era lord
user28: all i know is that y/n and max are probably at home having the laugh of their lives
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f1wagupdates: y/n y/ln was in the red bull garage this weekend with verstappen's family. max won this race wearing the helmet she designed for him.
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user31: they are the cutest couple on the grid, perhaps of all time
user32: they're defo on the way to that, if they get married could defo grab best couple of all time
user33: the way she still stopped at ferrari to talk to arthur and wish him and charles luck ... clearly there's a bigger person here
user34: y/n is already so close to the verstappens, her and sophie and victoria were together all weekend.
user35: my friend had a paddock pass and overheard sophie asking y/n when she'll be giving her more grandkids
user36: OMG WHAT? what did y/n say?
user35: that she'd have to be mrs. verstappen first
user37: do not play with me right now if we get the charles and y/n friend breakup and y/n and max engagement all in one season my brain may explode
user38: if max weren't winning every race anyway i'd defo say that this is the lucky helmet
user39: i mean grand slams aren't that common, so maybe it is
user40: max win and charles disasterclass, the best weekend possible for y/n
user41: i don't think she actually wants charles to do badly though, she wouldn't have wished him luck..
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maxverstappen1: i've won a lot of races this year but my biggest win of all was your heart. here's to forever together ❤️
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user42: i think i just saw charles drop to his knees in monaco
user43: i mean they can still be friends? there was never any romantic feelings he's just being weird about being in the wrong and it being max
danielricciardo: i'm so so happy for you guys, you deserve this so much. all the happiness to you, i shall assume my position as best man effective immediately
maxverstappen1: bit forward to assume that you're best man mate
danielricciardo: wait, i'm not best man ?
maxverstappen1: i joke, you are, of course, the best man and i can't think of a better man for the job
yourusername: just don't go too crazy with the stag night, i've heard about your nights out back in the day (seen the videos too)
danielricciardo: i don't know what you're talking about, we'll have a boys night in, a round of uno and he'll be ready at the altar right on time
user44: why am i actually so happy for people i don't even know
yourusername: i can't think of a better way to spend the rest of my life, red bull drive babysitter and cat mama
maxverstappen1: i think jimmy and sassy might just be as excited as me (maybe)
yourusername: i know i can tell by all the holes in my shoes
maxverstappen1: we all have our ways of showing love, some bites holes in shoes, some like to follow you everywhere
landonorris: the way max could be either one
maxverstappen1: ummm i'm trying to be romantic stop accusing me of biting my fiancee's shoes
yourusername: don't worry maxy, i'd still marry you even if you bite my shoes
user45: this is an amazing thing and not to bring the mood down, but do we think y/n will invite charles to the wedding?
user46: max could as well, they are friends, even if charles is trying to use their rivalry as a 'reason' to be angry at this relationship
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yourusername: i am lost for words. i never knew i could love someone as much as i love you, and it is my biggest honour to spend the rest of my life with you.
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user47: she has really won at life i'm so happy for her
user48: who knew being ditched in corsica would be so good for a girl
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maxverstappen1: i love you more than you could ever know, couldn't think of a better mrs. verstappen-y/ln
yourusername: i can't wait to have matching last names
user49: wait is max also going to take y/n's name?
maxverstappen1: yep and couldn't be prouder to have her name
yourusername: awww maxy i love you
user50: so... did charles get an invite?
charles_leclerc: no. so much for moving forward.
yourusername: i won't let you ruin this announcement for me. let the postal service do their job. please get your shit together before you rsvp or fuck off, i have no problem burning that invite.
user51: oof.
landonorris: congrats guys, do me and daniel get a prize for listening to the years of pining that led to this
yourusername: you can get a gold star?
landonorris: make it solid gold and done.
yourusername: girl.
maxverstappen1: if red bull ask whether we drank on this getaway say no
yourusername: we defo didn't spray champagne like we were on a podium and then eat our weight in pasta
maxverstappen1: i had to celebrate my girl :)
note: hiiiii, i know this was highly, highly requested and i hope this has met expectations. i've had real bad writers block and some shit going on in my personal life, so i'm not the happiest with this but could see another part if i get enough ideas lol. thanks for reading <3
#f1#f1 x you#f1 instagram au#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#max verstappen x you#max verstappen imagine#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen instagram au#max verstappen
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Behind Closed Doors
Noah Sebastian x female reader x Andy Biersack
18+
Warnings: threesome, double penetration, oral (female and male receiving) dom/sub kink, PiV, clit slapping, Noah just having a god complex, pretty certain that’s it
A/N: ok it’s finally here haha it’s my first time writing a threesome so do forgive me if it’s not the best, this idea hasn’t left my brain for months now, I mean come on, who doesn’t want to be the filler in that sandwich 🥵
I do plan on writing an alternate ending as I couldn’t decide which one I wanted so this is the first, the alternative ending will be even filthier just fyi, but who doesn’t live for that? 😏
Also couldn’t think of a better name and I’m listening to cassyette’s song at the moment and it kind of fits ahaha
@thefallennightmare the tag you requested haha
And if anyone ever wants to be tagged then do let me know!
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Alternate Ending
You’d been married to your husband Andy Biersack for 4 years now, together for 6 in total. There was nothing you hadn’t done together…well almost nothing.
Black Veil Brides were setting out on their next tour and you couldn’t believe it when they announced that Bad Omens would be supporting them, you were a huge fan of the band and their music, not to mention that the lead singer was incredibly easy on the eye.
Andy knows you have your ‘celebrity crush’ on Noah, you’d made it no secret so he found it very amusing to see your reaction when he told you.
“Bad Omens are supporting you? Seriously?”
“Yep”
His smirk evident on his face, you could already see him teasing you for weeks over this.
••••••
You were hanging out back stage with the BVB boys on the first night of the tour, you could feel the excitement in the air, it was their biggest tour to date and you couldn’t have been more proud of them.
You had yet to meet Bad Omens as you’d arrived after the sound checks, Andy of course couldn’t help but making the odd joke here or there.
“Try not to cream your pants when you meet him”
“Maybe I’ll mention how much you ‘admire’ him”
“Think you’ll be able to speak?”
Each time you sent a playful glare in his direction, but secretly hoping you didn’t make a fool of yourself, although you love your husband with all your heart, you couldn’t deny the butterflies in your stomach right now. Nothing wrong with a harmless crush, not like anything would ever happen.
You could hear footsteps coming down the hall and the sound of laughter as the door opened, the boys of Bad Omens stepping through. Noah was the last in and you felt your breath catch in your throat.
He was gorgeous.
Noah’s dark eyes fell onto you and you felt your cheeks go warm, his gaze was incredibly intense, like he could see into your soul intense.
Andy chuckled next to you which broke your stare, he walked up to Noah and shook his hand, you took notice that there wasn’t that much of a difference between their height and seeing the two of them next to each other was nearly enough to make you go in to cardiac arrest, although very different from each other, they were no doubt the hottest men you had ever seen.
“Good to see you man, let me introduce you to my wife y/n”
Noah’s eyes fell back into you and he gave you a warm smile.
“Pleasure to meet you”
”You too”
You held your hand out to him which he took, his hand completely engulfing yours.
“I’m a big fan of the band, your vocals are incredible”
“Thank you that means a lot”
You pulled your hand away and stepped back, Andy then introduced you to the rest of the band, not missing Noah’s gaze lingering on you.
••••••
You settled yourself into the wings, just out of the way but waiting to see Bad Omens perform, it was your first time seeing them and you couldn’t wait.
You felt a presence come up next to you and heard Noah in your ear.
“I hope you enjoy the show”
You looked up to see his mask covered face, your stomach doing an instant flip.
“I’m sure I’m going to love it, good luck to all of you”
You saw him smile and then the lights went out on stage and you heard the crowd roar as their intro played over the speakers.
Seeing Bad Omens live was everything you ever dreamed it would be, Noah’s vocals and the guys musical talent were impeccable. And you did have to silently kick your feet every time you caught Noah’s eye from the wings, something that became a recurring theme throughout their set.
••••••
The tour seemed to be a great success, you were along for the ride and watched both bands every night they played from the side of the stage, neither one of them getting old, if anything they just got better with each set.
Andy’s teasing of you around Noah hadn’t got any better, he hadn’t done it in front of Noah of course as he would never embarrass you like that but if he noticed you gazing at him a bit too long then a quick remark would be whispered in your ear with a dark chuckle, he loved to see you squirm at any opportunity. You were surprised he was as cool as he was, but you were both incredibly comfortable with each other and trusted the other that a harmless crush didn’t concern him, if anything, it just gave him joy to tease you about it. This all changed one night near the end of the tour.
••••••
“You trust me right?”
Andy’s question took you by surprise.
“With my entire life, why?”
“What if I was to tell you that I’ve sort of arranged something, something that we’ve never done before but I need your consent before it continues”
You felt your face screw up in confusion.
“What for?”
“I know you want to fuck Noah”
His bluntness caused your eyes to go wide.
“What? Andy you don’t have to worry about that, yes I’ve had a ‘celebrity crush’ or whatever you want to call it on him but I’d never cheat on you, you’re my whole world”
He chuckled.
“Oh I’m well aware, I’m not worried about that at all, you know I love and trust you. But I’d be blind if I didn’t see the way he looks at you back, he’s very respectful of the fact your my wife but he’s not been able to keep his eyes off you since the tour started”
“I mean, I guess he does…look at me but nothing would happen”
“Do you want it to?”
You nearly choked on your own salvia while Andy held your gaze with a serious expression on his face, surely this was a joke?
“W-what?”
“Noah. Would you like to fuck him? If I gave my consent to it and I’d have to be there for it, would you like it to happen?”
You felt a pool of heat in your core at the images that suddenly flooded your mind, the two of them together, that’s enough to make anyone fold.
“I don’t….what am I meant to say here?”
“Be honest with me. I spoke to Noah earlier, he obviously was surprised at first at what I was proposing but he said if we both were comfortable then he’d be willing”
“Willing to sleep with me while you watch?”
This couldn’t be real, this must be a dream….a very potential wet dream.
“Oh I’d be joining in with you at some point, can’t let him have all the fun”
Andy had a playful smirk on his face but soon had his serious expression back.
“I’m saying to you that I can see that you both want to fuck each other, this opportunity would probably never happen again and I love you so much that I want you to be happy and seeing you happy makes me happy. I wouldn’t even think of suggesting it if I was uncomfortable. I’m ok with another man touching you as long as I’m there and involved. How do you feel about this?”
You took a minute to respond, your partner of 6 years is suggesting a threesome with the man you’ve got a crush on. You two had never brought anyone else into the bedroom before, hadn’t even really discussed it other than a throw away joke comment here or there about a celebrity. But you knew Andy wouldn’t do anything he didn’t want or was comfortable to happen and for him to have already approached Noah, meant he was deadly serious, and you’d be lying if you said this wasn’t your biggest fantasy.
“And Noah said he was up for this?”
“More then up for it I imagine”
You laughed at his dry joke, some things never changed.
“Any rules?”
“No, only that I’m there and if I say stop then it stops if I become uncomfortable with it. But as it stands now, for one night you can have your little fantasy of having both of us come true”
Andy moved closer to you and brought his hand up into your face.
“Want to be dominated by both of us baby?”
Your mouth fell open as you felt yourself clenching on nothing. You were more than ready for this.
“When?”
“After the show tomorrow night when we have the hotel”
••••••
You decided to skip the show tonight, although you were about to live out your biggest fantasy, the thought of seeing them both on that stage was a bit too much to handle, you didn’t want risk the rest of the guys from each band figure out something was going on if you couldn’t control yourself around them. Although you’d seen Noah briefly earlier in the day and didn’t miss the devilish smirk he gave you before going off to lunch with Nick, CC and Lonny.
Now here you were waiting in your room for Andy and Noah to come back from the venue. The nerves were slightly kicking in, you’d never done this before and hoped you didn’t mess anything up.
Your phone screen lit up with your husband’s name, he’d sent a text with a simple instruction.
‘On our way up, strip down to your underwear’
You immediately felt the need to obey and pulled your clothes off and sat on the bed, a fuzziness starting within your mind.
The sound of the door unlocking perked you up and in walked Andy and Noah, who locked the door behind them.
“Told you she was obedient”
Noah hummed in response, his eyes nearly black as he looked you up and down like you were his last meal.
“Last chance to back out, if anyone has changed their mind then now is the time”
You shook your head and looked at Noah for his answer.
“I’m good”
You watched as Andy sat down in one of the chairs across from the bed, still not quite believing that he was going to watch another man fuck you, it was a side you’d never seen to him before.
You looked back at Noah, motioning for him to come over.
“What do you want?”
You couldn’t help but smirk as Noah caught the obvious nod to one of his own songs.
“I’ve dreamed of nothing more then to have my face buried between those pretty thighs of yours”
“Yes please”
Noah pulled you in for a quick kiss before pushing your shoulders back so you were lying on the bed, he then proceeded to pull your underwear down your legs, your knees instinctively closing together.
“Keep them open for me”
You opened your legs wide and saw your husband leaning forward in the chair, his trousers looking considerably more tight as he watched the two of you.
Noah wasted no time in diving in, he licked one firm strip up your centre. You raised your hips slightly, desperately trying to grind into his face, Noah brought one hand up to your stomach to pin you in place and he then attached his mouth to your clit and sucked hard, he then went down and groaned when he finally tasted you properly.
You couldn’t stop the moans that left your mouth, Noah was making your head spin in the most beautiful way, you glanced over at Andy to see he had already stripped himself off his shirt and his trousers were pulled down slightly and he was touching himself while watching, his beautiful blue eyes had definitely gone a few shades darker. The knowledge of your husband getting off on you enjoying the pleasures with another man was intoxicating, Andy was in control of this, if he wanted it to stop then it would but he was loving it as much as you were.
Your focus was brought back to Noah when you felt him slipping his finger inside, the sound of your wetness hitting your ears.
“Fuck Noah”
You could feel your high building, Noah was devouring you with his mouth with no sign of letting up.
“Oh my god, please don’t stop”
Noah added a second finger and kept the rhythm, you can feel your core throbbing, pulsing, clenching, your stomach is now painfully tight, he brought his head up briefly.
“God isn’t here beautiful, now cum for me and say my name”
And you did, you felt that coil in your stomach snap on his command and cried out for him, back arched and thighs shaking and clamped around his head.
“N-Noah!”
Noah carried you through your orgasm and through the aftershocks that racked your body until you felt too sensitive and pushed his head away.
As you came back down to earth, you saw Noah stripping himself of his clothes and you then heard your husband’s voice.
“Don’t be gentle with her, she can take it hard, can’t you angel?”
You nodded silently but then felt a hard smack from Noah on your sensitive clit.
“Answer him”
“Fuck…yes sir”
You looked at Noah and marvelled at his size, in all aspects, he was so broad and intimidating and you wanted nothing more than for him to ruin you.
Noah pulled on your thighs so you were lined up with him, he ran his head over your slick folds a couple times before he pushed himself all the way in, the feeling of him stretching you out was verging on painful as he spilt you apart, he didn’t give you any time to adjust before he started a ruthless pace, his hips slamming into yours as he held your thighs onto his chest, you swore in this position you could feel him hitting your stomach with every thrust.
“Oh my fucking god”
You know what you’d said as soon as you said it, so it was also no surprise when you felt Noah’s hand wrap around your throat and squeezing down, not once faltering in his thrusts.
“What did I just say? God isn’t here but I’m going to fuck you to the point you’ll think you’ll see him”
And that was all the warning you got, Noah kept his hand around your neck and pounded into you so hard you were seeing stars, at that moment, your brain became empty, no coherent thoughts at all.
“You’re so fucking cock drunk for me princess”
Your body started to tense, you knew you were about to fall so far over the edge, you just needed something more, Noah, although new to your body, seemed to know straight away and reached his other hand down and started to rub hard, fast circles on your clit and that was enough to have you screaming out with tears falling down your face, you felt Noah slam into you a few more times before he pulled his hips back and he emptied himself onto your stomach with a loud guttural groan.
“Fuck…”
You turned your head to see Andy had risen from his chair, taking what clothes he had left off, his dick looking painful hard in his hand.
“I’m going to need to fuck you baby, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen but I need to feel you now.”
Noah sat back against the headboard while Andy rolled you into your front and brought you up onto your knees with your ass in the air.
“Why don’t you show me what that pretty mouth can do while he fucks you?”
Looking up at Noah you saw that he was still hard and clearly ready to go again, you nodded your head and reached out to stroke his hard length, you felt Andy enter you from behind, your walls instantly clenching around him as he started to move, a choked moan falling from your lips before you took Noah into your mouth, his hand gripping into your hair while he started to rut up into you.
The feeling of being stuffed from both ends was like nothing you’ve ever felt before, you felt so full, both men using your holes almost like you were just some sex toy for them to play with and my god you were loving every second of it. You moaned around Noah’s cock while you had your husband slamming into you, his hands bruising your hips and slapping your cheeks, you soon felt your second orgasm approaching.
You moaned again around Noah’s length and felt his grip in your hair tighten, you looked up and saw his head had fallen back, his thrusts were becoming sloppy, you reached down to gently massage his balls and sucked hard and heard him stutter out “shit I’m going to cum” before you felt him finish down your throat, you swallowed every drop, your own end on the brink when you felt Andy reach his hand around your front.
“Give us one more angel, I know you can” his voice sounding incredibly strained.
You cried out at the same time that you felt your husband cum inside you and virtually collapsed onto Noah’s legs, your body shaking and sweaty and your vision going black momentarily.
You felt someone stroking your hair out of your face and another hand on your back, no idea who was whose but it was enough to bring you back down to earth.
You opened your eyes and saw that Noah has his hand in your hair and Andy was next to you rubbing his hand up and down your back, you were rolled over gently and then felt Noah using a warm cloth to clean your stomach off before discarding it next to the bed.
“You were such a good girl baby, you coming back to us? You took us so well, my best girl always”
You smiled at your husband’s praise, you felt Noah go to get off the bed and reached out to grab his arm.
“Will you stay a while?”
Noah glanced at Andy who nodded his consent and Noah smiled at you while settling back down.
“Of course…that was fun”
You all giggled and you cuddled up in between them. Andy then spoke up.
“Well maybe it doesn’t have to be a one night thing”
You had a feeling the rest of the tour was going to be interesting.
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Was tagged by @humanaaa to make a list of 13 songs I've been listening to lately!!
Haven't listened to many different songs lately (currently my main playlist is a Disorganized Hell), but these are the ones that I've been listening to the most:
Deep Cover - Milgram
Chimera - Deco27 (MegaTeraZero Cover)
Bug - KairikiBear (Chogakusei Cover)
Zombies - Deco*27 (Giga Remix, Chogakusei Cover)
This Is How To Be In Love With You - Milgram
Overdose - natori
Turing Love - NanawoAkari & Sou
Dramaturgy - Eve
PLATONIC GIRL - MikitoP (Amatsuki & luz Cover)
Double - Milgram
Say It - Yorushika
Aesthetic Sense - wanuka
Conveying Love Or Something Like That - aimyon
(Of course Deep Cover would get first place JKSKDBKSDF!! Been hearing it non-stop since it released. Like, go seigi girl!! Banger!!)
Besides that I've been hearing mostly songs from Milgram, Deco*27 (he can't stop releasing banger after banger❗❗), and some other vocaloid producer songs. Tho I usually prefer to listen to human covers (sorry Hatsune Miku i hope you can forgive me 🙏)
I'll tag @tokyogruel @good-beans @cubelogic @nilovalentine @mukuberry and @rainbowghostcat!! As always, no pressure tags, and anyone else can join :3
#14. skibidi toilet theme song#thanks for the tag :3#i HAVE to organize my playlist this summer vacation#it's in a state of COMPLETE DISARRAY like SOMEONE HELP ME ORGANIZE THIS MESS SKFBVKSBVKSV#i'm free from spotify but i sometimes feel like sisyphus trying to organize it 💀💀💀#how do you guys organize your playlists. by vibes?? by artists?? by blorbos??#thinking of organizing it into vibes?? like happy-sad-calm-angry-love?? is that a good idea??#anyways i tried very very hard to put as little milgram as possible. tho it still filled like 25% of the list. exposed as a m*lgram fan 😔#off: BRASILEIROS ME RECOMENDEM ARTISTAS NACIONAISSSS PFF EU PRECISO OUVIR MAIS MÚSICAS BRASILEIRAS#qrevo.txt
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The Long Con
I saw this tik tok edit of Rachel McAdams in the movie Hot Chick where she gets a milkshake on house (and she's just totally playing the guy) and for some odd reason this spiraled me into thinking about Conman!Steve and Mob Boss!Eddie. So here is my brainrot I guess. Maybe I'll do more parts or make something longer on ao3 if people like it.
Steve wasn't one to not think things through. Yes, he was aware that it was a double negative. He played up the dumb part quite often, but Steve wasn't actually stupid. So it was all part of the game, really.
Steve loved the game. The rush, the push, and the pull of tricking someone, getting them for all their worth. Steve loved the game because it was fun. Steve loved the game because he got to use horrible people for his very lavish lifestyle. There was nothing like living rich by feeding off the rich. Well, he was trying to do that, at least. See, Steve, although good at what he did, he burned through money faster than you could say savings. It wasn't his fault, really. He used to be better at keeping track. Always made sure to have enough, just in case. Hadn't needed to worry about anyone but himself. Because the only thing Steve truly loved for a long time was the game itself.
But then he met people along the way, misfits and criminals like himself that he couldn't help spoiling. The only person who seemed to catch his problem was Robin, but even she couldn't resist a new hard drive for her computer. It's how she made her own money, after all.
Despite his problem with spoiling everyone, Steve always thought things through. He followed the rules of the game without rules and continued to fill his pockets, scamming the deserving and cruel. But sometimes, sometimes for Steve... his abilities and bad habits sometimes, well, overlapped. Sometimes, Steve could have been better at choosing the right people to care about. He was getting better at it, he swears. He let go of the wrong ones a long, long time ago.
But sometimes they came back begging.
Tommy had been someone from his life before. Before being on his own, back when purple and blue were his father's favorite colors to paint him with. It was a time before the game, a time that, although he tries to forget, had a grip on him.
So when Tommy called, seeking forgiveness, seeking help, Steve caved quickly. He would always be that same little boy, looking for love from a past that wasn't there. Tommy wasn't his parents, sure, but it was as close as he would get.
So, yes, steve normally thought things through, but there was the rare occasion, there was the exception to the rule, where Steve majorly fucked up.
He was in Boston when it happened. Even though years ago, Steve swears he would never be going back. He's in a small diner two blocks away from main street. And he had just finished getting Tommy's money back. Steve always celebrated with one of three things: drinks, sex, or milkshakes.
And Steve wanted out of Boston as fast as possible, so he went for his quickest and sometimes tastiest tradition.
"How much do I owe you?" Steve smiled innocently at the waiter, giving his best babygirl face.
The waiter bit his lips as he tried not to stare at Steve's mouth, "It's okay, it's on the house."
Steve licked part of his free milkshake off his finger, "Really?" Steve's voice was an octave higher just for the waiter. He could tell he was someone who had a preference for men, and most likely had a problem with letting go of his masculinity. So Steve knew the more feminine, the better. Steve couldn't help the sly grin that stretched across his face when the waiter got flustered. He was an attention whore; sue him.
His waiter—huh, Andy, according to his name tag—looked like he was about to say something when a throat cleared behind him.
"Andy, doll, you might be wanting to get back to the kitchen for a minute." A deep voice said behind Andy. It sent chills down Steve's spine. The Boston accent with a slight tilt of Irish was enough to captivate him. Andy moved faster than the speed of light at the command.
When Andy disappeared, with his tail between his legs no less, the most beautiful man Steve's ever seen revealed himself. A tall, pale, curly brunette stood before him in a suit with a ripped-up band tee underneath. It shouldn't look good, and it shouldn't look professional, but it did. Steve saw tattoos peeking out from exposed skin, piercings all over his ears, and enough jewelry to start a store. Steve was bewitched.
The mystery man smiled, hands in his pockets, and leaned down slightly into Steve's space. "Oh, sweetheart, I have been looking for you everywhere."
Steve stayed silent, drinking him in; he smelt of mint, smoke, and morning rain.
The man slid into the booth, put his arms on the table, and made a little beat with his knuckles on the plastic. Then, Steve noticed the words "Hell Fire" across his knuckles. Steve's heart sunk to his stomach. He had heard of those hands before. Those hands were famous.
The man leaned his face against his right fist. "Hell" pushed into his cheekbone. "The name is Eddie Munson, love." Eddie looked Steve up and down. "But I think you've already figured that out by now, haven't ya?"
Steve steeled himself. He should be okay. He hadn't wronged this man before, but something, something was telling Steve that he most definitely had. The look in his sweet abyss of eyes told him as much.
A smirk stretched across Eddie's face, and suddenly he kicked the leather bag next to Steve's feet under the table. Steve's cheek twitched slightly for a millisecond, but it was enough to give him away. "It seems here... like you and Hagan have stolen quite a bit of money from me." Eddie tsk-tsked while Steve's heart dropped from his stomach to his feet. Tommy screwed him.
"And that love, well, that just won't do."Steve had never seen such a sweet smile feel so deadly. "So, Sunshine, I am going to make you a deal, and you would be smart to take it."
Steve wasn't actually dumb, but yes, he most definitely did not think this through.
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Sooo thoughts? I was going to write more but if this was a flop, I didn't want to put my heart in soul into it. But I did spiral a bit with it. Whoops!
edit: I made some grammatical changes but that's it. I realized I kept switching tense changes when I was writing in present, so I changed it to past. I'm much more comfortable with it. Let me know if there are any more errors.
part 2: here
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Elbert/Kate/Alfons
tags: nsfw; threesomes; double penetration word count: 2.8k
“Ahh, nghh…” Kate buried her face in Elbert’s neck, muffling her moans against his fair skin. It was well past dawn, the sun casting light through the blue curtains of his room. Normally, they would’ve already left the castle, but how was she meant to do anything else when she awoke next to him? That fine blond hair that never looked out of place now messed with sleep, his long lashes blinking slowly over well-rested eyes, and the sweet, minimalistic smile that graced his lips as he greeted her.
It was only meant to be a good morning kiss, light and sweet, and yet… Her nightgown was gone, discarded somewhere on the floor, perhaps alongside the shirt she’d nearly torn off him in her haste.
She straddled his lap, knees flush against his hips as she rode his cock, her fingers tangled in his hair as she took pleasure in messing it up further.
“Kate… look at me.”
As if she could ever say no. She tipped her face up, and then her heart was in her throat, her whole body shivering with the vision before her. A flush painted his face, from the bridge of his nose to the tips of his ears, pink and delicate. His lips were kiss-swollen and parted, his breathing heavy as he groaned her name like he owned it. “You’re so beautiful…”
That compliment could still make her laugh. He always said it so sincerely, as if offering a prayer, even though he was the one who caused crowds to gather with his mere presence. How many men and women literally tripped over their own feet for just a glimpse of him, and yet somehow she was the one lucky enough to drown under the weight of his obsessive love?
She crashed her lips against his, drinking in the heat of his tongue and moaning again when his fingers curled over her thighs. He pulled her down onto him as he thrust up, pushing himself further inside, trying to get himself deeper, always deeper, like it was never enough.
She was so close, thighs quivering as she ground against him, muttering soft pleas against his lips to fill her up and make her his, please, just a little more until—
The latch on the door clicked.
Kate snapped her head around to look. Elbert’s dark blue gaze cast in the same direction, both staring at the figure that’d just invited himself inside.
"My, my, you both are so very good at staying quiet, I had no idea I’d be interrupting. But I suppose I'd have to ask Roger to verify for me, if I were so inclined.”
The heat coursing through her body flared. She snatched up the bedsheet, bunching it against her bare chest because there was nothing in reach she could chuck at him. "You could've knocked!"
"I did, I assure you.” Alfons smirked, leaning back against the door after shutting it behind him. “Or so I seem to recall. You’ll have to forgive me if I’m mistaken. You two were very late for breakfast and I just wanted to make sure Elbie wasn't forgetting to feed himself yet again. But it seems that he's making more than a meal out of you, my dear."
"...Al." Elbert’s tone was a strained one. Not of malice or anger, but more of conflict. He shifted beneath her and Kate had to bite back a whimper, clenching her walls around his twitching cock.
“Yes, may I be of some assistance?” Alfons’s voice carried all of his usual amusement—with a touch of something more. “You know that I’m always happy to offer a hand, or anything else for that matter, should either of you need.”
No doubt if it were anyone else, Elbert would've covered her up already. And then gently laid her down while he went to gouge their eyes out. But even as Alfons stared at both of them, Elbert only tightened his grip on her thighs, his neatly trimmed nails digging in to leave marks on her skin. His oceanic eyes were dark, the depth in them unwavering.
She knew that look. That was the look he got when he wanted something.
From the day she'd met them, it was clear their relationship wasn't normal. And then came every interaction between them, every word exchanged, every gaze, every dangerous game and lingering touch… It wasn’t the relationship of a master and servant, nor one of close friends who’d known each other for years. She’d even wondered if, perhaps years ago, Alfons had insisted to Elbert that he wasn’t beautiful, simply to maintain their balance. Because without Alfons by his side, Elbert would have surely already met his ruin.
For a while, she'd thought the emotion it stirred inside her was jealousy. But that wasn't quite right. It wasn't a worry of being replaced, of being betrayed, of being cheated. It was a desire for something she didn’t have, for everything that existed between the two of them that she could never replace and would never want to.
It wasn’t jealousy; it was envy.
But envy was an emotion more easily alleviated.
She released the bedsheet and slid her hands up, cradling Elbert’s face to draw his attention back to her. She understood him better now, his wants, his needs, his curse and the darkness that came with it. Not perfectly, and certainly not as well as Alfons, but she was learning… through them both. "Can you be honest with me?"
"Always."
That response, a far cry from her first few weeks at the castle, made her heart flip.
Alfons was a walking temptation, a dangerous idea wrapped in an illusion. There was almost no doubt in her mind that he’d tempted Elbert before, even if she’d yet to gather the courage to ask exactly how far or how often. And then when it came to her, every time Alfons whispered in her ear or swept his fingertips across the nape of her neck, the heat that burned in her belly screamed to be sated. If it weren’t for Elbert, she would’ve already given in. But given that Alfons’s love of Elbert rivaled her own, he would never actually try to steal her away…
Which made for a simple solution.
"You don't want Al to leave, do you?"
“No…” Elbert spoke softly, as if admitting something he felt he shouldn’t. "...I'm greedy."
"I know."
"You're beautiful, Kate. The most beautiful thing in the world. But..."
She smiled, nodding. "So is he."
"Yes. And sometimes I think, if I had you both… maybe I could finally be satisfied."
That wasn’t true. He would never be satisfied, never fulfill the gaping wound left by his curse. But Alfons had never stopped him from trying and, if she wanted him to be happy, neither would she. “I don’t mind.”
From across the room, Alfons cleared his throat. “Excuse me, but am I not invited to this round of negotiations? Is anyone planning to ask me how I feel?”
Elbert frowned, his brows furrowing cutely, but Kate cast Alfons a smile over her shoulder, as sweet as she could manage. “You can always leave.”
“And what fun would that be?”
Alfons crossed the room with the practiced stride of a man who’d done so countless times, and yet when he reached the edge of the bed, he hesitated.
There was a line there, invisible yet blaring, that would shatter once crossed. Just like dropping a mirror.
But Elbert was never good at waiting for something he wanted. His fingers hooked into the hem of Alfons’s jacket sleeve, the pad of his thumb brushing against a polished cufflink. “Al…”
“Now, Elbie, we both know you’re not very good at sharing. So what on earth makes you think you can share between two?”
“Because I… I don’t mind sharing with you.”
The triumphant smirk painting Alfons’s handsome face faded for a brief moment, transforming into a soft fondness like that of a slow-blinking kitten, and then he joined them on the bed—a gloved hand taking hold of Kate’s chin and turning her face toward his.
She’d kissed him before, but not like this, not like—god. His mouth was different from Elbert’s, lips thinner and firmer, but then he sucked on her tongue as his fingers rolled over her breast and she melted all the same.
Between the three of them, they managed to strip Alfons off his jacket and shirt, his belt buckle clinking against the side of the bed as it fell. Kate hesitated only on his gloves, but then he pressed his mouth to her ear to purr, “Don’t worry, this is already all the fun we can handle,” and stripped those off too.
Elbert’s hands returned to her thighs, spreading her legs wider as he rocked up, sending spasms through her. A moment later and Alfons’s chest pressed against her back, one of his arms snaking around her waist while his other hand slipped down to find the wetness between her legs, fingertips circling her clit.
Kate quieted a whimper, throwing her head back against his shoulder. A memory flashed through her mind, of a room and a bed back at the palace, where Alfons had first teased this ill-advised proposal only for her to hastily dismiss it in a fluster. Saying no then had been the right thing to do, mid-mission with her still wearing the queen’s borrowed clothing, but now…?
His fingers slipped lower, reaching where Elbert’s cock sheathed inside her and stroking against them both. Elbert shuddered under her, his long lashes fluttering as the pretty pink blush coloring his fair skin turned a shade darker. “Kate, I want… kiss me.”
Her eyes flickered momentarily back to Alfons before she leaned her body forward, her chest flush with Elbert’s as she settled her hands on his shoulders and kissed him. It was sweet and unrushed, a maddening contrast to the way he then snapped his hips to plunge deep inside her. She moaned on his tongue and rocked back, startling slightly when she felt a sensation like hard velvet brushing against her lower back.
Elbert’s hands slid from her thighs to her rear, squeezing her buttocks before spreading them. “Al, come. Join me… Please, she’s greedy here too…” She gasped when he slipped two fingers inside alongside himself, stretching her further.
“Can the dear little robin handle that much? Normally, you treat her like she’s so fragile.”
The half-sweet, half-mocking of Alfons’s unfairly low voice had her wanting to beg him and slap him at the same time. But then that wicked mouth touched the center of her spine, raining kisses up each vertebrae until he bit a mark into the nape of her neck and pushed the head of his cock inside her while having the gall to mutter, “Pardon my intrusion.”
It was slow, thankfully, or else she might just break between them. Elbert’s nails dug crescents into her skin, keeping her grounded as Alfons sank himself deeper, bit by bit. She moaned, trembling, her eyes shut as ripples of pleasure raced through her. So full, so much fuller than when Elbert fucked her roughly and pushed his fingers inside her alongside his cock, as if he could satisfy his own ravenous desire through her.
Then, Alfons wrapped his arms around her waist, touching a kiss to the curve of her neck as a soft groan escaped him. “No wonder he’s absolutely obsessed with you.”
She wasn’t any better. If she were, maybe she would’ve had enough sense to object to this, but instead she was dripping wet and unable to stop the moans from spilling out when they both moved inside her. Alfons set the pace for them all and she could feel him smiling each time he kissed her neck and the backs of her shoulders, his slick-soaked fingers rubbing at her clit as if everything else wasn’t already more than enough.
She clung to Elbert, her breaths heavy against his skin, all of her words senseless but pleading. And Elbert, her darling, her beloved—normally so quiet—was panting and groaning along with her. Each push of Alfons’s cock sent her alight and clearly did the same for Elbert, with the way that he arched and tried to seek out more of them both. Greed had never looked more beautiful.
“Al…”
Elbert reached a hand out for Alfons and Kate saw him take it, pressing his lips to Elbert’s fingertips and then his palm, like a proper servant in reverence of his master. It was so foreign, so out-of-place, and yet so fitting. Like Alfons had finally found something he’d wanted. Kate bit the insides of her cheeks, forcing herself to hold back a laugh. That was certainly something she’d never be able to forget, but she could humor him with that assertion later.
Instead, she pressed her lips first to Elbert’s, then twisted to kiss Alfons. And when she pulled back, barely breathing, she saw a deep heat swimming in Elbert’s gaze.
Oh…
Sometimes, the ferocity with which he wanted things was frightening. Like the first time she’d seen him stride across a room, not caring for the agony his footsteps left in his determined wake, simply to acquire something he’d later carelessly discard. This was… different. This was more. This was how he’d looked at her when he’d gripped her hands and asked how it was he could make her his.
But this time, his gaze wasn’t trained on her.
“Al, I want…” He didn’t need to say anymore than that.
Kate shifted as Alfons leaned in over her shoulder, his lips quirked at the corners.
“Oh? Then show me.”
Alfons drew nearer to his charge, hovering but a breath away. And Elbert, as he always did, claimed what he wanted. He caught Alfons’s mouth with his own, the kiss demanding, hungry—and gorgeous. She saw the slip of pink tongues and the pull of teeth, and shuddered, biting down onto her lower lip as she came, clenching around both their cocks.
“My, my, is that what you’re into?”
“Don’t,” she gasped, the warning in her tone less effective as her entire body trembled with the pleasure ripping through her, her skin burning red.
“Why not, if we all enjoy it?” Alfons’s teeth scraped against her ear, his exhales hot and not nearly as even as he likely wanted them to seem. “Will you kiss our dear Elbie for me? Please?”
She did, crying out against his mouth when Alfons thrust with purpose into her over-stimulated body. Elbert took hold of her waist, guiding her movements back on them both, and her moans built, needy and unrestrained, no longer trying nor caring to keep them quiet. The second wave washed over her in minutes and she slumped, no longer sure which name to call out. She heard Alfons swear, pulling out to paint her back while Elbert came in thick spurts across her stomach.
What a blissful mess…
Her nerves buzzed as she sought a kiss from Elbert’s lips, bubbling when he smiled into it and pulled her closer, wrapping her in his embrace.
Alfons, however, slipped off the bed away from them. They both watched him vanish into the adjoining bathroom, returning only moments later with a soft, damp, warm cloth to clean their skin of the mess left behind. Then, barely a minute later, he was redressed and presenting the form of a proper attendant, with not a raven-colored lock out of place.
Kate blinked at him, not out of surprise, but curiosity. “I don’t think either of us would mind if you stayed.” It would take some time and some struggle figuring out, surely, but everything about life in the castle came with complications. And they hadn’t given up yet.
“Surely, Earl Greetia and his dear robin will be famished. And the food prepared earlier will be cold. I trust the two of you can put yourselves together without getting too off track? Or should I send up one of the maids to ensure no further shenanigans?”
Elbert said nothing, his arms winding tighter around Kate’s waist, like he was making up for the loss of one companion by clinging to the other. He and Alfons were day and night, light and dark, but somehow she could figure out how to be the horizon to bridge them together.
She laced the fingers of her hands through Elbert’s and offered a smile to the man standing over them both. “Breakfast sounds wonderful. And you’ll join us?”
“Of course. For as long as you’d have me, my dears.”
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Fuck it Friday
HI HI HI! I'm back from vacation and have returned to writing. Thanks to everyone who tagged me while I was away! Looking forward to catching up on everything :)
He felt Buck relax back against him. “That’ll take at least an hour to cook.”
“I think we can find something to do for an hour.”
“I think you’re overestimating our stamina,” Buck said, turning around in the circle of Eddie’s arms and kissing him, soft and sweet but with intention behind it.
“Maybe,” Eddie nipped at Buck’s lower lip, sucking it into his own mouth. “But, I still think you should preheat the oven.”
“And what are you going to do?” Buck asked, hands on Eddie’s hips, his thumbs under the hem of Eddie’s shirt.
“Make sure the condoms aren’t expired and that we have lube,” Eddie leaned in as he spoke so his lips brushed against the shell of Buck’s ear. Buck’s hands tightened on Eddie’s hips as Eddie spoke.
“I think we can put the lasagna in without waiting for the oven to preheat,” Buck said, moving away from Eddie so quickly that Eddie almost fell over, his chest cold where Buck wasn’t pressed against anymore. Buck looked at Eddie once he had the over set to 350 and was getting the food out of the freezer. “Aren’t you supposed to be doing something right now?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie tore his gaze away from Buck and jogged over to the bedroom. The condoms weren’t expired (win) and there was half a bottle of lube (double win), so Eddie pulled his shirt off and tossed it in the general direction of the hamper, then kicked off his sweats not caring where it landed, and laid down on the bed to wait for Buck.
A few seconds later Buck walked into the bedroom, phone in hand where he’d clearly set an alarm for the food, because they were horny and in love, but not stupid enough to start a fire because of it.
“Jesus fucking Chris,” Buck said, stopping in the doorway to look at Eddie.
“Just Eddie’s fine,” Eddie said with a grin. “You gonna join me or what?”
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YOONMIN
one shots
4 a.m is the worst [the one where yoongi keeps coming back at 4 a.m. making jimin fall in love with him just a little more.] ✘
we make the perfect blend [it’s been months since it started, yoongi and jimin winding up in bed together, half naked and half drunk, every other weekend with their hands and mouths connected. they don’t talk about it, pretend it isn’t happening, and jimin suffers in secret. the sweet messages yoongi writes on jimin’s coffee cups don’t mean anything, none of it does, he’s just a good hyung.] ✘
teach me the way to your heart [after taking jimin’s first kiss in a game of truth or dare, yoongi finds himself agreeing to help jimin practice. maybe things wouldn’t be so difficult, if jimin wasn’t so cute, or if his lips didn’t taste like peaches, or if he only wanted to practice kissing.] ✓
in vinos veritas [jimin and yoongi make a deal to get married at 30 if they're both still single.] ✘
indelible ink [of course he’s stuck in a supply closet on new year’s eve at nearly midnight. and, of course, the only other person in the office for him to get stuck with is park jimin. being stuck with jimin would be fine, if yoongi didn’t have a massive crush on him.] ✓
cupcakes of forgiveness [jimin's roommate likes to have loud, obnoxious, raunchy sex. so he camps out on the neighbor's couch.] ✓
double ended [coworkers yoongi and jimin are always competing for sales and trying to outdo each other. they’re enemies, rivals. no matter what anyone thinks, it’s absolutely not sexual tension.] ✓
we're just lost stars [it's hard growing up, seeing your imperfections and having to face that you're in the spotlight 24/7, for jimin it's even harder when you're falling in love with the only person who makes you feel perfect. someone that probably just sees you as a kid anyways. (or, that one where jimin grows up, yoongi takes notice, and basically all of bangtan ship yoonmin)] ✘
series
you're worth more than gold (medals) [the only thing on jimin's mind before his first olympic games on the figure skating team is potential glory. his teammate hoseok is very eager to inform him of other possible perks. like the free condoms for all athletes. jimin isn’t interested in any of that - until he meets min yoongi.] ✓
chapters in total: 6/6
break my heart and start again [jimin has been hiding his unrequited love for his best friend for years. but when yoongi is getting married, a trip away for his bachelor party crumbles all of jimin’s carefully held control.] 〥
chapters in total: 8/8
TAEKOOK
one shots
eyes on me baby [taehyung loses a bet and ends up nude modeling for legendary painter jeon jeongguk. he soon finds out that jeongguk fucks just as good as he paints.] ✘
read between your lines [jungkook is thrilled when his crush asks to borrow his textbook in class. but when taehyung leaves without returning it, jungkook feels like taehyung's stolen more than just his book.] ✓
bullet with butterfly wings [jeongguk hires taehyung to teach his son how to play the guitar, but taehyung ends up teaching jeongguk something about himself.] ✓
just two dudes being bros [shortly said: jungkook and taehyung are in denial over being in love with another, shown in a hilarious way..] ✓
no nut november ft. sope [jungkook bets hoseok that he can't go a month without sex. jungkook thinks it will be a piece of cake, but he's unaware that taehyung and yoongi have a bet of their own.] ✓
(even at my worst) i'm best with you [the one where taekook are ross and rachel.] ✘
a candlelight or two [taekook being whipped and having soft fluffy sex] ✘
bendy rulers [based on an article titled "STRAIGHT GUY WORRIES HE'S BEING HOMOPHOBIC TO GAY ROOMMATE, REALIZES HE'S FALLEN IN LOVE WITH HIM."] ✓
oh, boy [after suffering for a year to meet his rent every month, taehyung's best friend jimin suggests he get a roommate. enter jeon jungkook, the prettiest boy he's ever seen.] ✓
oh, you're gonna take me home (tonight) [having sex for the first time is something jeongguk had always dreamt of; made fantasies about it and, with shaking hands, had looked forward to since he was thirteen and had an orgasm for the first time. but then, when it finally happens, he's a little underwhelmed. and when taehyung finds out about that, he gently takes on the job himself to show jeongguk how it can be as well.] ✓
three weddings and a love story [jeongguk and taehyung crash weddings. they get in a little over their heads.] ✓
chronicles of jeon jeongguk's gay love story [jeongguk writes straight romance and sex for a living. taehyung edits them. until, jeongguk get his horny self together and sends a rough draft of a gay love story to taehyung.] ✓
get me out of my mind (get you out of those clothes) [taehyung never thought he'd fall in love with his roommate. then again, he never thought his roommate would have been a literal gift from god either.] ✘
the butterfly effect [jeongguk and taehyung play an innocent game of ‘never have I ever.’ how it ends up with jeongguk choking on taehyung’s cock, well, that’s a whole other story.] ✓
maybe we're fireproof [for as long as jeongguk can remember (and even before that too), his body has been on fire.] ✓
couldn't care more [so. yeah. jeongguk flashed his abs to the entire world. and taehyung needs to put him in his place.] ✓
i'll love you out loud [taehyung accidentally reveals to the whole group that he's in love with jeongguk while filming an episode of run BTS] ✓
stocking up on oxygen [just days in the life of taehyung and jeongguk getting through lockdown together.] ✘
tenacious d in the dick of destiny [in the midst of struggling with debts and empty plastic packets of instant ramyeon, taehyung and jeongguk joined forces to put the phrase "sex sells" to good use.] ✓
for a good time, call [kim taehyung, a well-known phone sex operator who specializes in providing anything and everything his clients ask, gets more than he bargained for when goldenboy books one of his sessions.] ✓
fever started a long time ago [in which taehyung eats a magical fortune cookie and wakes up physically dependent on jeongguk’s body heat.] ✓
make you mine (i can fuck you better) [it's one of life's greatest moral quandaries— if your roommate is the most gorgeous boy you've ever seen in your entire life and said gorgeous roommate already has a boyfriend, should you try and seduce him anyways? well, if you're jeon jungkook and the roommate in question is kim taehyung, the answer is...FUCK YES.] ✘
double tap [upon a dare, taehyung has to wear a vibrator to class. however, he accidentally drops his remote and the guy whom he was having sexual tension with for the last few months, jeon jeongguk, ends being the one to pick it up.] ✓
maybe [mutual pining between taekook, jungkook is in deniaaaal, canon compliant] ✓
try hard [with years of rivalry at hand, one can clearly point out that rebellious prodigy kim taehyung and golden boy jeon jeongguk simply can’t stand each other. and then suddenly comes out a rumor about said jeongguk being fucking hung and taehyung wants to punch him in the face even more than before (he also kind of wants to suck his dick, but that’s beside the point).] ✓
don't bother knocking [taehyung can't sleep without hugging something, but when he's especially anxious his pillows aren’t quite enough. on those occasions taehyung bribes his very cute neighbour jeongguk to let him sleep in his bed and use him as a body pillow. and jeongguk is totally fine with that. the only problem is that he's pretty sure taehyung thinks he's straight and he has no idea how to tell him that he's most definitely not. he's gay, so very gay and all the platonic cuddling and non-dates are slowly killing him on the inside.] ✓
eat fess love [the one where shitty elevators serve as the one thing standing between jeongguk and his three step plan to win taehyung over.] ✓
anger is a secondary emotion [taehyung is spending time with someone. jungkook is irritated. the two have nothing to do with each other.] ✓
like a moon (i revolve around you) [the point of being friends with benefits is to do it no strings attached - no getting attached.] ✘
look around [“jungkook?”. her voice comes out a little hoarse and broken as she stares across the table at the boy that she had, no less than two nights ago, walked in on in the middle of getting fucked. there’s no mistaking it. she’d recognize him anywhere. (mostly because she’d spent those last couple of days thinking about the muscled line of his shoulders and the pretty, pretty noises he’d made riding that dude’s cock, but — whatever.)] ✘
something to do with hands [“it’s a lot like falling in love with a city you’ve never been to.”] ✘
series
cuz in a sky full of stars (i think i saw you) [taehyung always has bad ideas. and jeongguk thinks this might be the best.] ✓
chapters in total: 9/9
(before you) i thought i had it all [jeon jungkook has it all. the business, the money, the power. anyone he meets falls to their knees for him, but it's not like he gives a shit. that is, until a certain silver haired boy crashes into his life. maybe he doesn't have it all. . . yet.] ✓
chapters in total: 14/14
chemistry [jungkook just wants to get his tutoring sessions with the president's son over with. taehyung just wants to get his cute tutor under him.] 〥
chapters in total: 11/11
long road to ruin [jungkook accidentally texting taehyung instead of jimin regarding how badly he wants him.] ✘
chapters in total: 4/4
let's pretend for real [jeon jungkook and kim taehyung are best friends who are secretly in love with each other. they thought their feelings will forever be unrequited until jungkook ask taehyung to be his fake boyfriend for his brother’s wedding. confusion and chaos ensue as they try to navigate their ‘pretend’ relationship.] ✘
chapters in total: 7/?
just say "yes" (i'd rather have everything than nothing at all) [it all starts with a tweet: KTH is giving me serious creeper vibes.against his better judgement, taehyung clicks.] ✓
chapters in total: 3/3
fade into you [it’s been almost a decade since taehyung walked out of jungkook’s life for good. now, two of their best friends from college are getting married. will they be able to overcome their messy past and find a way to move forward? or will spending a week together in a place full of memories only serve to reopen old wounds? whether jungkook likes it or not, he’s about to find out.] ✓
chapters in total: 26/26
realms between us [jeongguk doesn’t know how spirit magic or ouija boards work. he assumes it takes something a lot more complicated than a drunk man asking for a sex demon to show up for it to actually happen. something like cutting your hand and letting your blood drip onto the petals of a rare flower. or saying something religious into a mirror while doing the macarena. that's how jeongguk knows that this is a prank. that's how he knows that the boy sitting on his bed claiming to be an incubus is lying.] ✓
chapters in total: 8/8
maybe we can be (each other's company) [in which jeongguk is an idol, and taehyung is a dedicated fan account.] ✘
chapters in total: 10/10
new (newer) rules [step #1: don't get involved with the guy your girlfriend cheats with. failed step 1.] ✓
chapters in total: 6/6
how to top [in which the school's resident badboy helps a seemingly unattractive loser win the heart of his best friend. it sounds like a good idea at first, however, it's all fun and fake dates until somebody accidentally falls in love.] 〥
chapters in total: 38/38
loving you is; blue and grey [to explain it in short, taehyung is pining for jungkook, but jungkook is crushing on jimin. i should note that it's ft. yoonmin !! and looots of angst. the summary already is angsty dfkjhfdkj] ✓
chapters in total: 13/13
outlines [simply put, taehyung needs a boyfriend for his brother’s wedding – jeongguk volunteers. (featuring lots of phone calls, a healthy amount of practice, and unnecessary throwbacks and references).] ✓
chapters in total: 5/5
fall asleep (fall for you) [a university AU where jungkook and taehyung become roommates. but jungkook has insomnia and can't fall asleep with other people and taehyung can't fall asleep alone.] 〥
chapters in total: 22/22
curveball [star baseball player kim taehyung meets rookie sports reporter jeon jeongguk, and it’s a whole new ball game for them both.] 〥
chapters in total: 11/11
oranges and art students [jungkook gets his first apartment away from busan, away from his parents, away from the stress of his earlier life. he soon finds out that his next door neighbor is pretty much out of his fucking mind.] ✘
chapters in total: 10/10
infinity on high [for his first year of university, jeongkook expects sex. if he was honest with himself, it's one of the things he looked forward to. what he doesn't expect, is to become fuck buddies with the first person he hooks up with.] ✘
chapters in total: 7/7
the geographical cure [jeon jeongguk likes to travel. for so long, his life has been made up of new countries, new places, new experiences (and new boys.) a vacation makes you feel suspended in time, detached from the world, weightless. and prague seems far enough away from seoul for him to disappear completely. that is, until he meets kim taehyung on the plane, and his entire world shifts on its axis.] ✘
chapters in total: 6/6
NAMKOOK
one shots
cut to the chase [when jimin drags jungkook to his morning running club to be his “wingman”, jungkook doesn’t expect to meet the most attractive man he’s ever seen. it’s just his bad luck that jimin is totally into the guy.] ✓
the tip of the iceberg [on a cruise for his friends’ wedding, jungkook is just trying to relax and recreate a few moments from titanic. But a room mixup causes him to have to share a room, and a bed, with his crush, and jungkook feels himself sinking fast. despite the panic, maybe it’s not all bad, especially if jungkook can experience a little more movie romance than he expected.] ✓
MINKOOK
one shots
snow place i'd rather be [a perfect storm kicks off a perfect day when yoongi and jeongguk get snowed in. jeongguk is thrilled to have the opportunity to spend the day cuddling with his boyfriend while they watch christmas movies. but when the power goes out and things get a little chilly, they need to find other ways to stay warm.] ✘
we are probably (in love) [five times jungkook tries to serenade yoongi with WAP and one time it (sort of) works.] ✓
i think i'm coming alive with you [they haven’t been dating long, and jungkook has never stayed over, never slept in yoongi’s bed. but after a night out, yoongi doesn’t think twice about inviting his new boyfriend to sleep over for the first time. when he wakes in the night with a problem, jungkook is more than willing to solve it, even if he might fall asleep while trying.] ✓
TAEGI
one shots
things that go bump in the night [despite his fear of scary things, taehyung was all in on weekly horror movie nights with his roommate yoongi. maybe the nightmares are worth it when he can crawl into his crush's bed every night.] ✘
series
no time like now [when his hook up-turned-blind date suggests they pretend to be in a relationship to get their friends off their backs, yoongi reluctantly agrees. yoongi is rigid. he values routine and planning, consistency and schedules. spontaneous taehyung breezes into his life, seemingly intent on upending it. and maybe yoongi doesn’t realize how much he might like that until it’s slipping through his fingers.] ✘
chapters in total: 7/7
prove it [it all started with a phrase. just one simple off-hand comment: I could make you come easily. a joke. a throw-away assurance when yoongi was feeling down. but he couldn't stop thinking about it and before he was even aware of what he was doing, yoongi was at his door: prove it.] ✓
chapters in total: 18/18
VMIN
one shots
fuck with a star [after a drunk night of sex with his best friend, jimin is faced with a few things amidst preparations for a concert. 1. jimin is straight 2. taehyung is not 3. jimin is determined to pretend that nothing ever happened, and 4. taehyung is determined to prove him otherwise] ✓
JIKOOK
one shots
love on top [jungkook and jimin are both exclusive tops but someone's got to give in.] ✘
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Alrighty!! So poll results are out (thank you so much!!!) and I'm taking it as a go-ahead for this event! Lurker majority, welcome~!
So, the tag will be #tri98watchparty, @ this blog and I will find you immediately in case your post doesn't show on the tumblr tags.
The duration of the event will be monitored (softly) from now until the first week of August (because that is 26 weeks for those who'd like the time), and primarily during the month of April (where the event will follow one episode per day for 26 days).
The prompts are set up so that anyone can build their own watch party experience however way fits them best, and of course the prompts are just there as suggestion ideas for topics and everyone is free to ignore them entirely.
The main goal of this is to have fun with your friends, on your own, with the community. Interact or lurk, we are all sharing the love and appreciating the media we were given.
It goes without saying that the main rule is to not be mean or aggressively negative towards anyone. Everyone is allowed to like and dislike something so long as no one is hurting another. I'm excited for discussions and banter!
All of this being said, if you would all like me to make a trigger warning list for each episode, please let me know!!! I've seen some out there, but I'd be happy to double check for any specific triggers that anyone has, and I can post a list with time stamps if preferred. Just specify the triggers you want flagged.
Without further delay, prompts below, and fun away!
Episode 1: The Stampede
Episode 2: Water / Resources
Episode 1&2: The Legend, No Man’s Land
Episode 3: Frank / Brandon Marlon
Episode 4: Derringer
Episode 3&4: Guns / Weapons, A Haunting Past / Then and Now, Forgiveness
Episode 5: Ideals / Community
Episode 6: Survivor
Episode 5&6: Necessity / The Will to Survive, July
Episode 7: Memory
Episode 8: Principles
Episode 7&8: Keeping a Promise, Atonement
Episode 9: Wolfwood / Kindness
Episode 10: A gunman / Wit
Episode 11: Milly / Strength
Episode 9&10&11: Burden / White, Black, and Gray
Episode 12: Anger, Diablo
Episode 13: Complexity
Episode 14: Family
Episode 12&13&14: Meryl & Milly, Mercy / Peace, Value
Episode 15: Gung-Ho Guns
Episode 16: Fifth Moon
Episode 15&16: Legato, The Body / Autonomy
Episode 17: Childhood
Episode 18: Anonymity / Eriks
Episode 17&18: Safety / Rem
Episode 19: To not kill
Episode 20: Home
Episode 21: Death
Episode 19&20&21: Brad, Loss of innocence
Episode 22: Orphanage
Episode 23: Paradise
Episode 22&23: The quartet, Journey to Eden / The price to pay
Episode 24: Sacrifice
Episode 25: Life / Love
Episode 26: Brothers / Peace / Forgiveness
Episode 24&25&26: Healing / Love & Peace, Paradise & Redemption / The price to pay
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Good Comes In 3
House We Share: Double Tap, Sfumato, Good Comes In 3
Summary: You and Jake navigate what it means to spend six months apart. Then, when he does come home, you two have to evaluate precisely what feelings you have for each other and also what a future together could mean. You just aren't sure he will ever forgive you for starting a puzzle without him.
Pairings: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Fem! Civilian! Reader, minor Javy "Coyote" Machado x OC
Word count: 34K
AO3 Link
Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, Abuse (Implied), Slow burn, routines and compulsions, Jigsaw puzzles, Rejection, Drinking, Arguments, Yearning, Deployment, communication, Fertility problems, miscarriage (discussed), menstruation (discussed and lightly described), close female friendships, Depressive episodes, PTSD, roommates to lovers, love confessions, hyper-specific!Jake, Neurodivergent coded! Jake. Please let me know if I missed any for this part; I know it is a long one.
An: Unfortunately, this last part was too long to post altogether here on Tumblr. So I have included the first half here, the rest can be read on AO3 though. My first reblog of this here on Tumblr has the other half as well. I apologize for the inconvenience.
Thank you for taking this journey with me. Thank you all for loving this version of Jake. There were so many things I wanted to include and finish off for these two. While I couldn't include everything, I hope you enjoy what I did.
Thank you so much if you take a chance to read this work. I hope you enjoy it. My inbox is always open if you want to let me know your thoughts. Reblogs with your thoughts, opinions, and tags are gold to me. I love reading through them.
"Jake looked tired. Has he told you how he's been sleeping?" Marlee asks you curiously while chatting with you on the phone. The question causes your stomach to roll in a deep dive, and it takes you a moment to find the composure to respond.
"No, I haven't heard," you manage to tell her. Setting down the piece of fruit you had been about to eat, you lean back against the kitchen counter.
"Ah, well, will you ask him about it whenever you next talk? He wouldn't answer Javy or me about it when we asked."
"You and Javy are joined at the hip, practically the same person sometimes. Do you find that shocking?" You ask Marlee teasingly. Marlee chuckles at your comment. Her smile betrays her true feelings, though she likes how in sync she and Javy are generally considered.
"We are sometimes." Marlee concedes but then says frankly, "But even when Javy had his individual call with Jake, he wouldn't say. And you are the only other person I can imagine him opening up to,"
"I'll mention it next time I talk to him," you manage to say. It would just be one of the many things that you were supposed to be talking to Jake about on his deployment. It was easier to go along with their assumption than to flay your chest open and let the hurt you felt pour out.
Sometimes it's better, easier, to keep the kind of pain you felt to yourself. Bundled close and protected. To expose it would just make it hurt all the more. The idea of anyone, especially your closest friends, knowing you weren't important enough, or you had scared Jake away, or made some other mishap was mortifying. How could you go about explaining what had transpired? You weren't sure you could explain it. Also, Javy and Marlee had plenty of other things and people to worry about without having to add you higher on their list than you were already placed. You felt bad each week when one of them called you to check in begging, sometimes demanding that you hang out with them.
"Okay, I'll talk to you later then, babes. I love you!"
"I love you too, Marlee," you say, giving her the sweetest, kindest tone you can muster up. You end the call and walk over to the chalkboard in the kitchen.
Jake normally would draw seasonal decorations on it, but you had cleared it to be blank for notes months ago. The only thing on the board is a list you had titled: things to talk to Jake about. You add 'sleeping habits' to the bottom and frown. Reading through the list makes tears prick at the back of your eyes, and a lump forms in your throat. You hold the eraser poised for a moment, ready to trash the entire list, but you don't manage to follow through and drop the eraser, letting it fall to the ground.
You walk through the house, checking the locks and turning off the lights. The sadness and frustration you feel in you is still bubbling as you pass where Jake had unceremoniously left the large Juniper chest. You glare at it just like you do every night.
The morning Jake left, he'd woken you up with his thumb tracing your pulse point. His soft mostly lidded eyes trained on you, neither of you said anything just laying there quietly memorizing the moment. Neither of you could bear to get up until after the third alarm rang. The sun still hadn't crested the horizon when Jake went to shower. While he was occupied you stole one of his large Navy shirts that had been washed so many times it was soft. You are reluctant to leave his room, but make your way to the kitchen starting some breakfast and Jake's morning tea. You were just adding the dollop of honey he likes when he came downstairs, fully dressed and ready to leave you.
Jake thanked you sweetly, with a kiss pressed to your cheek. In the same breath he tried to steal the whisk out of your hand. You danced out of way holding the whisk out like a sword to ward him off. He had quickly grabbed the masher from the utensil jar and brandished it in response. Amusement filling his features. After a small chase around the kitchen which included a small clash of utensils, Jake got his way. You loved the way Jake's eyes crinkled and how charming his dimples and smile lines were. It was a look you almost always got anytime you let him do things for you. Jake had still let you help though, asking you to toast the sourdough bread, while he whipped the avocado, goat cheese, and honey together. Once it was the constituency he liked, Jake spread it on the toast sprinkling some sea salt on top. He made one for you as well, but you had already started cooking three eggs for him, and didn't really have an appetite. After Jake ate, you spent every minute waiting for Coyote to arrive for pick up wrapped tightly in Jake's arms.
"There is one last thing I need before I go," Jake had said.
"I can't give it to you this time," you said muffled, trying hard not to cry on his whites.
"Just one smile." Jake pleaded with his large warm hand lifting your chin so he could stare at you intently again.
"No, Jake." He frowned at your answer, eyebrows pulling tight together.
"I suppose I've reached my limit on things I can take from you." Jake puffed out with a quiet sigh. The tip of Jake's nose had dragged softly across your forehead before pressing a soft kiss to the center. He lingered there, breathing you in.
"Thank you for everything, my sweet," Jake whispered quietly.
Your breath hitched in your throat, and you tried to pull him as close and tight to you as possible again. Jake allowed you to hug him, but he didn't relax into the embrace like he normally would have. He was almost stiff in your hold, but one of his hands traced slowly over your back in a soothing motion. When Coyote's headlights had inevitably shown through the frosted window on the door, Jake carefully detangled himself from your arms. He lingered though practically trembling.
"I can't do it," Jake whispered, leaving his forehead pressed to yours.
"It's not optional, and there isn't anything Hangman can't do. Let alone something you've done before," you reassured him. It didn't seem to work as he tensed up more.
"Promise me you'll be okay," Jake had begged you. You had nodded yes in response, saying the word would have tasted too close to a lie. Jake's nose nudged yours and he asked again. The second time was much closer to a desperate demand, "promise me."
"If you be safe," you had compromised, wanting to savor every second ticking by that you would never get back. This last time you would be in the same space sharing the same air, for an undetermined amount of time. With a resolve you knew you didn't possess, Jake mouthed the words goodbye he was so close that his lips brushed yours as he did so. With a shaky inhale, Jake stepped away from you. His first two steps hadn't hurt so much, but the third as he exited the front door took all the air with him, including the bit trapped in your lungs. It was a sense of instant emptiness you had never experienced before. Everything you wanted to do seemed impossible when you couldn't even breathe. So there was no running after him for one more stolen moment, no collapsing against the floor, sobbing until your throat was raw, no more reassuring green eyes you could look to for comfort.
The hollow feeling that nestled into you was hard to find your balance with. You had thrown the lock on the door and stumbled through the house, ready to retreat back into Jake's bed. Well aware his scent would be gone sooner rather than later, you were determined to imprint as much of it to memory as possible. You are blindsided by pain shooting up your foot as you unexpectedly stubbed your toe. Cursing and looking down you realized there was now a new piece of furniture. Jake had left a hand made juniper chest Jake left sitting in the area between the living room and dining room. On top was a small note card with a watercolor of two very detailed puzzle pieces.
You stare so hard at the water colored pieces trying to parse their meaning the focus of your visions started to blur. The rapid blink forced tears to lubricate the area. However, when there is one tear there are others quick to follow. Just as a tear had splashed against the edge of the card you recognized the duplicates of the last two pieces you and Jake had double tapped into your last puzzle. On the back of the card stock was the drawn design of the chest, with all of Jake's neat measurements noted. You traced over his neat handwriting, and you were quick to quell your disappointment not finding more. That confusion and disappointment was impossible to ignore when you had gone to see what was inside and it was locked, the latch refusing to open.
Now, after 6 and ½ months of radio silence, the chest taunted you. His entire deployment, there hadn't been a single word to you. Your only source of information was occasionally hearing from Coyote and Marlee about how Hangman was doing. And there was the memory of him, a large empty house, and a locked chest that was too heavy for you to move.
You kick the side of the chest as you walk past it. It has become a tradition for you – this small abuse of the furniture while pacing before bed was a small soothing habit that helped you work some of your worries out. Once the feeling of missing Jake had settled into a dull, steady pain there was room for anger. You were furious and the only thing you had to take it out on was this beautiful work of craftsmanship. Unshockingly, the chest had been well made – because why would Jake make something that was easy to take your anger out on. He couldn't even give you that small concession. Even though you aren't as angry anymore, kicking the chest has become a part of your nightly routine.
The chest didn't just bother you because it was locked or a surprise gift you hadn't asked for. It also bothered you because of what it was made from. The juniper wood Jake used didn't match the boards he used for the puzzle table, which was a more common light juniper. The boards for the chest were such a deep red it looked purple. Jake made it from one of the logs that you had helped him strip. Seeing the chest felt like a reopening weeping sore; one bleeding from a formally treasured memory that was nestled close to your heart.
…
Saturday mornings were always a wild card with Jake.It was the one day of the week you could never be 100% sure what his plans were. There were staples you could expect like his morning run, but after that who knew? Sometimes he would have plans to see his friends, other times he had a project, list of chores, plans with his "little brother", manuals to read or some other all day activity. He liked it to be all day. So Sometimes you liked to just lounge in the living room waiting to see what he was going to do before making any plans of your own.
"Hey, I'm going on a drive and run some errands. Anything you want me to pick up?" Jake says to you when he comes down the stairs one Saturday morning.
"Oh, can I come with?"
"Sure, if you want. It's going to be boring though," Jake warns you.
"No, it won't," You protest, standing up and stretching. "I'd rather be with you. As long as you don't mind me tagging along?"
"Yeah, of course, sugar. I never mind when you tag along." Jake says with a wide smile.
"Well, what's the errand so I know how to dress?"
"I'm going to meet an old friend."
"Oh my god. Please be less ominous Jake"
"What would you like to hear, sugar?"
"Who exactly are we meeting?"
"We are meeting up with my friend, Jess."
"And?"
"And, and, and," Jake says, twirling his hand around the air before dramatically pointing to his watch. "We are already 4 minutes behind our schedule. I'll tell you right now that this is cutting into our farmers market time." "Farmer's Market is on the list?"
"Of course it is sugar. And so is Target," Jake says in his ‘duh-voice’ that you actually hate, but also you love because it reminds you how easy this is supposed to be. How it's not supposed to be a second thought. The things you like are included and planned for without you having to ask.
You are scrambling up the stairs to get ready when Jake calls after you. "You don't actually have to rush!! I'll make up time on the road."
"You know I don't support your excessive speeding Jake!" you call back, grabbing what you thought you would need.
"Bring socks for your heavy boots!" When you make it back downstairs Jake is tapping his pen aggressively against a notepad.
"What am I going to need boots for?" You ask him suspiciously while going through your items.
"Do you want car snacks? I packed some, and we can always stop to pick something else up." Jake asks you glancing up from his paper.
"We don't have to have snacks; I know you don't like eating in the truck."
Jake just shrugs and opens the door to the garage for you. "It's not a big deal, I'll add the car wash to my list for tomorrow."
"I also got your truck slippers so you don't have to wear your boots for the drive," Jake tells you. It's so sweet you want to grab him in a tight hug. You squeeze your hands tight instead, waiting for the urge to pass. Jake helps you up into the passenger side of the truck. Just as he said, the soft fuzzy blanket you like, and the slippers Jake got you are laid out waiting. Jake helps you out of your boots and into the slippers, setting them in the back seat for later. Once you are fully settled and buckled, Jake closes your door. He checks that the garage door is locked before jumping in the truck himself.
"Was I quick enough for you not to aggressively speed?" you ask when Jake gets into the driver's side and checks his mirrors.
"I would hardly call it speeding," Jake complains.
"It's a number above the speed limit sign. Therefore, it's speeding." You say, explaining it.
"I literally fly ten times as fast as car speeds. Well, more like 9.9 but still when you round up. It's ten." Jake responds,
"That is no excuse to be going 120 miles an hour, Jake." You say while rolling your eyes.
"I'm just saying. I am perfectly capable of controlling a fast vehicle," he argues.
"That's fine, and I am not invalidating that. However, you know just as well as I do, that everyone else doesn't have that same ability."
"You are so sassy!" Jake teases, clearly deciding to let the faux argument go.
"I'm the sassy one? Sure," you say sarcastically, drawing out the word. However, you also decide to let it go. Instead you enjoy the start to your drive, getting music going and adjusting the temperature controls until they are just right.
"So," you say after a bit, drawing out the word. "What are we driving to do?"
"It's nothing," Jake responds with a shrug.
"Really? Nothing is the justification to wear the work boots you got me?"
"You can't live with a bit of mystery, can you?" Jake asks, but there is affection laid into his words.
"No," You concede with a joking sigh, "which is what makes you so infuriating sometimes."
"I do strive to live as a man of mystery," Jake says amused.
"Oh really, is that what your next move is? Retire, so you can become an American James Bond?" You tease him.
"I'll admit it. You got me figured out. What gave it away?" Jake asks jokingly but not as quiet as bright as before. You shoot him a look, but his smile is still firmly in place.
"Honestly?" You ask him hesitantly.
"Yes Ma'am. They do say honesty is the best policy."
"It's the fact that you refuse to grow facial hair. I'm convinced that it's because you want to save that for a disguise." You say, almost giggling trying to picture Jake with a beard or mustache. You expect Jake to laugh too, but he doesn't. After a slightly too long pause, he forces out a strangled laugh, and you realize that you've misstepped somehow.
"Talk about it or leave it?" You offer trying to sound natural and keeping the pushiness you felt gnawing on you out of your voice. Jake takes a deep measured breath, exhaling out slowly through his nose. He drums a staccato on the steering wheel before responding.
"Can we leave it please?" Jake eventually requests.
"Facial hair or James Bond?" You ask, wanting to clarify.
"Both, please."
"Can do."
"Thank you," Jake breathes quietly. Then he offers his right hand to you across the center console. You only wait a moment before slipping your fingers to slot in with his. He squeezes your hand affectionately and you both seem to take a deep breath to try and ease some of the uncomfortable tension. Jake's thumb tracing softly against your skin.
"I'll tell you if you really want to know," Jake says a few miles later while his eyes stay trained on the road. You think about whether you really want to press him for details. As much as you want to know, you don't want to ever force Jake into sharing something with you if he isn't completely comfortable with it.
"Nope, it's fine. Keep your mysteries, Hangman, I'll find out eventually." You finally respond, pulling Jake's hand up to press a kiss to the back of it, making sure he understood your innocent intentions. He chuckles good naturedly and his hand flexes at the movement, tightening its grasp on yours when you set them on the middle console again.
"That's good. I appreciate you."
"I appreciate you more," you tell him sweetly, though you mean it very genuinely. Jake pulls his eyes from the road to flash a heavy frown of disapproval your way.
"I don't think that's possible," Jake says with passion.
You just shrug, letting the conversation drift to the next topic, just enjoying the drive with Jake. It is a while before Jake pulls off onto a private road that leads up to a massive barn, and you still don't really have any clue where you are or why. Jake throws the gear into park, the truck in park and shoots you an almost gleeful smile.
"Jake, where are we?" You ask him again.
"Just my friend's place," he answers.Then,while reaching over and patting your cheek affectionately, says, "You, my sweet, can stay here."
"Do I have to stay?" You ask him nervously, checking the mirrors on either side of you. You know once Jake leaves the truck and into the barn you won't be able to see him anymore. The idea of being alone here, somewhere you don't know, even in the truck makes you uncomfortable.
"I just didn't want you to have to walk through all the mud," Jake says.
"It's okay," you tell him reassuringly. "That's why you had me bring my boots, right?"
"Yes, but you just look snug as a bug. I didn't want to make you move," Jake replies.
"I don't mind, it will be nice to get out of the car. And I want to meet your friend."
A moment later Jake is opening your side of the truck and helping you into your boots, tying up the laces for you and ignoring your protests that you are perfectly capable of doing that yourself. Jake helps you out of the truck and holds your hand, helping you walk over the uneven ground carefully. You can smell it before you see it. The fresh woodsy scent permeates the air so heavily that you can nearly taste it.
Subverting your expectations, Jake does not lead you to the large frame equipment sliding doors of the barn. Instead, he leads you around the nearest side where there is a small typical sized door. Opening the door, Jake reveals a huge workshop. Half of the large barn space is filled with massive logs, planks, boards, and other cuts of wood. The other half is full of various projects, a giant tool bench, and shelving making up an impressive workspace.
"Oh wow," you breathe taking it all in. You look at Jake and he is positively gleeful, maybe even more excited than a kid in a candy shop. His grin is wide, looking around and leading you a bit further into the workspace. A soft Jingle plays in the air, penetrating the otherwise quiet atmosphere when Jake closes the door behind you.
"Seresin, that better be you!" A voice calls out from the back of the barn.
"And it if ain't?" Jake calls back playfully.
"Then you should know, I've got a gun I ain't afraid to use, and you're trespassing."
You almost let go of Jake's hand in alarm, but he gives you a squeeze reassuring you. He leads you a little further into the warehouse, and a middle aged woman comes in through one of the open doors.
Jake lets go of your hand to give her a warm hug. She hugs Jake back lightly before pushing him away with a playful shove.
"It's good to see you too, Jess," Jake grumbles, dodging out of the way of her playful punch.
"Hi, I'm Jess. It's nice to meet you." She says turning to you and offers you a warm smile
You introduce yourself a bit shyly, but feel more confident when Jake's hand slips back into yours.
"Have you known this pest for long?" Jess asks you while gesturing to Jake.
"Jess, be nice. I am literally your favorite customer and the son you never had," Jake complains.
"Paula and I were actually very conscious in our choice not to have children, Jake," Jess says, clicking her tongue at him.
Jake pouts and you can't help but giggle a little at the sight. "I've known him for a bit, yes," you respond.
"Well, even if he is annoying, you've found yourself a good man," Jess says. You wait for Jake to correct her. When he doesn't you start to do so yourself but Jess has already changed the subject and started walking to the other side of the warehouse with a gesture for you to follow.
"So, I got them fresh this week. And just like you requested, I'm letting you have the first freshcut pick, even before me." Jess explains to him.
"I knew you loved me," Jake gasps grinning wide. Jess huffs out a breath at Jake but doesn't deny Jake's accusation which just makes Jake grin wider. Y'all walk to a pile of grey logs stacked close to the large barn doors.
They start a conversation that completely goes over your head, something about soil conditions, chain lengths, altitude, sap, and other details you didn't know impacted wood. You take this opportunity to look around the shop, and appreciate all the different types of wood and tools. You have only slightly lost focus when you suddenly realize Jake has said your name and is looking at you expectantly. He quickly picks up that you missed the question though, so he repeats it gently.
"You should pick our first one, Sugar. Juniper was your idea."
"Oh, I just pick one?" You ask looking at all the logs. Besides the fact they were different widths they all looked pretty much the same to you.
"Yes, Ma'am," Jake confirms. He leads you to the ends of the cuts and starts talking about grains, and the potential knots and twists that would be in the wood when you cut into it. Jess leaves y'all to decide, saying she'll go grab her forklift to make getting the selections into Jake's truck easier. Jess declines Jake's offer to drive with a snipe about how he isn't forklift certified. Jake's muttered comeback about how he could be forklift certified if he wanted makes you roar in laughter.
You eventually pick a trunk that overall doesn't look too special, but Jake said it looked like it would be easier to work with because of how sticky the sap was. Jake makes two other selections and also insists on helping Jess get the wood into his truck.
Jess invited you to an early lunch where you met her wife Paula. Paula had clearly been prepared to host and spent the whole meal fawning over Jake. While Jess might deny treating him like a son, Paula certainly leans into it, and you can tell Jake doesn't mind from the glowing smile that stays on his face the whole time you're at their home.
As promised Jake had planned time to stop at the farmers market, and an outlet mall, that included a target, where two do some light shopping. Finally picking up Jake's drycleaning on your way home. It's a fun day, and you were thankful you had decided to tag along.
"So Jake, are these for what I think?" You ask him excitedly when you have finally made it home and he is pulling the logs into the garage.
"It definitely might be. After all, this is fresh Juniper."
You stare at the grey logs of wood with their mossy, splintering bark that has already made a mess in the garage. Examining the wood you try to compare it with the Juniper you have seen in the past.
"I didn't think it was that color," you tell Jake scrunching your eyebrows together in contemplation.
"Well, the wood isn't actually grey, just the bark," Jake explains. You watch as he pulls two pairs of work gloves from the workbench. He jerks the larger pair on, you realize with adoration that he had gotten a pair in your size. Jake doesn't hand the gloves to you, rather just leaves them out as an offering if you are interested in participating. The casual no pressure offering makes your chest warm and stomach flutter. Biting your lip you try to contain the grin threatening to split your face before joining him at the workbench and sliding the gloves on.
Grabbing two chisels, he throws one on his belt. Then he picks up alo with two hammers, hanging both those on his toolbelt as well. You start to get distracted by the way Jake's tool belt sits on his slim hips.
"Yes. Jess managed to expedite it for us in a special order. I'm so excited. You see, in the spring the sap warms up and it runs through the tree so it allows us to do this –" Jake explains to you. He angles the chisel into the bark, working it in. With a controlled hit from the hammer the flat head sinks in a little bit deeper. Wiggling the chisel makes the bark displace, allowing Jake to grab it and pull it downwards. A long section of the bark comes off before splintering and breaking off the log. The action reveals the light colored, bright, 'green' (fresh) wood underneath.
"I can tell you've never experienced stripping before," Jake says cheekily while wiggling his eyebrows at you. You feel a bit amazed at the beautiful gem that's been revealed to you.
"What?" you gasp.
"Stripping is what this process is called," Jake answers while letting out a full bellied laugh, going so far as slapping his own leg. You roll your eyes at him but can't help your smile and excitement on joining in.
"Some people strip wood with a power washer, but I think that's lazy. On top of the laziness, it prematurely ages and strips the wood of its natural oils, color, and saps! If we take our time though, we can get a longer lasting, vibrant cut. It's a lot of work, but I promise it will be worth it in the long run."
Jake takes his chisel and edges it under the bark again. When he pulls the long grey strip of bark gives way with a crunch that sizzles against your ears. Jake continues to slowly peel more away to reveal the fresh color underneath, not pressuring you to join the process at any point.
However when you do ask to help Jake is patient going over the process with you, explaining the best angle to keep the chisel. He provides steady guidance, only leaving you alone in the process when you tell him that you have a handle on what you're doing.
You help Hangman strip one of the logs and just as he had said, it is a slow process. It is however extremely satisfying and lots of fun. He puts on a podcast after consulting you to find one you would both enjoy. At one point you accidentally dig your chisel too far under the bark and feel it sink slightly into the 'green' sap softened wood. Your heart drops, and when you peel it back you see that it has pulled a chunk of wood, leaving a gouge in the trunk. You freeze, noticing the damage of the mistake, pulling your eyes to where Jake is working. Just as you start to wonder if there could be a way to fix or hide your mistake, Jake looks over at you with a wide smile that crinkles around his eyes.
"Oh wow," he gasps, the smile falling. Anxiety claws at your throat, and you instinctively prepare yourself for something bad to happen, every muscle in your body tensing in anticipation. Jake's hand gently pushes yours out of the way and dips over the gouge pushing away some of the sap that was springing from the area. Jake clicks his tongue before saying. "Look at this, sugar"
"I know and–" You are getting ready to spew the best excuse and explanation you can think of before Jake interrupts you.
"I've seen this color juniper, at least not in person" Jake tells you breathily. You are momentarily surprised that his words do not contain any anger, veiled insults, or condescending tones. Then you remember that this is Jake, so of course you're not going to 'be in trouble'. It takes your eyes a moment to drop down to the thick trunk again. Where you had damaged the wood, it revealed a bright purple streak under the top grain.
"It's purple," you say, eyes widening.
"It does look purple does it?" Jake asks excitedly. "That means at the very least that vein will look like that through the trunk. If not all the pigmentation in the grain."
"So, it's not usually purple?" You ask.
"Sometimes red, but not purple. This one was a real treasure find, sugarpie" Jake answers. His grin was so wide you were a little worried about his face. However, before you know it, he is sweeping you in his arms and rocking you playfully while saying, "We are going to have to do something really special with this one."
"Puzzle table," You say as if that was the most obvious answer. That was the whole reason he had gotten all these logs of juniper, after all.
"Yeah, maybe for the puzzle table," Jake says noncommittally, though as he hums you can tell that won't be the case. He kisses your forehead and mutters a thank you.
Jake gives you another thank you, a little while later, once you two have started to work again. "We wouldn't have known about the color until I went to cut planks and then there would have been a lot less I could do to preserve the color."
"I made a mistake, Jake."
"Not all mistakes are bad," he says kindly. "Sometimes they are just something that's meant to happen. They have to happen for us to learn something."
"Says the man who famously never makes mistakes," you grouse back.
"I make mistakes, but unfortunately, like everything I do, it's to the max. Either the best or the worst," he trails off with a shrug.
"Because you refuse to be middling?" You ask him teasingly. You aren't surprised when his sharp elbow playfully taps into your arm, and if you bruise later-- it will be worth it.
"We never should have read and watched Little Women," Jake grumbles. However, his open and light body language make it very clear to you he is being playful. You traced the shape of his dimples with your eyes enjoying the ease they brought to you. They seemed like the perfect place to rest your thumbs on his cheeks. It's nice how Jake comes with a built in guidance system. From his dimples, to the smile lines that will age nicely into kind crows feet all pointing to the freckle-mole by his right eye. You had already mapped out every place you wanted to kiss, given the opportunity.
"You loved them both," you remind Jake.
"Of course I did. It is a heart warming, stunning story. But you don't always have to make fun of how I teared up a little bit." Jake tells you, adopting a frown. Teared up was a bit of a down play on what had happened but you didn't call Jake out on that part. It wasn't a bad thing for men to get emotional and cry.
"I only tease because you were upset about it for the entire next day. Which honestly was so sweet."
"It's not sweet, Sugar." Jake groans.
"Jake, let's not do this dance," you sigh, rolling your eyes at him and turning back to your work on the trunk. You are much more careful now in how you place the chisel under the bark. In the middle of stripping off the next piece the podcast shuts off and some slow country music replaces it.
"Now, Sugar," Jake says in an extra thick southern accent that makes you narrow your eyes. He eases in close to you and pulls the chisel out of your hand sliding it in his tool belt. Unbuckling it Jake sets it on the bench. Coming back to your side he takes your hand, delicately. Jake pulls your work gloves from each finger. Intentional and steady, the pads of his fingers brush against your revealed skin. He tosses the gloves to the side as well, and with your now free hands pulls you closer to him, towards the open space in the middle of the garage.
"What dance exactly don't you want to do?" Jake asks you, starting to sway to the music and encouraging you to join him in the simple steps. Once you do he gleefully spins you in time with the music and draws you back even closer to his chest after.
Blowing out a sigh you melt into his embrace. Dancing with Jake was different than any other man; he was confident and incharge, firm enough with his hold that there wasn't any space for you to really fall out of step with him, but he left enough room so you didn't feel like he was forcefully dragging you through the steps. He was good about taking the worry of thinking about the steps away from you, allowing you to just enjoy the movement and how his broad body felt pressed so close.
"The dance where you try to sell some preposterous lie about not being a good man, and I have to convince you otherwise."
"Ouch," Jake says. You lean back further resisting the hold he has in moving you. Jake doesn't allow the movement though, continuing to step dance to the music guiding you with him.
"I'm sorry, Jake." you say already feeling a little bad.
"No, no. I might have deserved that one," Jake answers, as the song wraps up, and you don't know what to say. He doesn't let go of you though, just adjusts his steps, leads his steps into the next one.
"Let's find a different dance you do like," he says after a bit, shuffling you in his arms. "For example, we know you love the Texas two step."
"Do I?" You ask him with a laugh.
"Yes, ma'am," He responds confidently, not leaving room to contradict him. "How do you feel about salsa though?"
Jake turns you around the open space in the garage, going through dances he knows until you are both laughing. When he suggests cooking dinner and watching Dancing with the Stars for some new ideas you readily and happily agree, especially when he reminds you the logs will still be there tomorrow, and there is no real need to rush since you have at least a week until the sap is too dry to easily strip anymore.
…
"Marlee, your boss isn't going to pass you up for a promotion."
"Well, she might if I'm pregnant," Marlee responds in a small voice that doesn't match her typical outgoing demeanor. You almost drop your phone but manage to keep your grip tight.
"Marlene Machado… First of all, that would be illegal, and we would file a report with HR. And secondly, is there something you are wanting to tell me?"
"No!" Marlee says, "I don't know what you're talking about, me pregnant?! That's crazy talk. Maybe you're the one who's pregnant."
"Okay, honey. Sorry, sorry." You sigh only partly apologetic into the phone.
"No, I'm sorry." She replies in a quiet voice. "But nothing for sure yet."
"That's okay, Marls. It's only been a few months of this new medicine."
"Yeah, well um I guess that leads to my next problem."
"What's that?"
"What are your plans for Saturday?"
"I don't have any plans." You say running through your mental calendar to check.
"Okay, perfect. So, here's what Javy and I are thinking."
"So Javy is involved?" You clarify.
"What? Of course, he is!" Marlee says sounding affronted at even the concept of not including her husband, which makes you almost smile for real.
"Okay, okay," you tell her with a small laugh.
"We'll pick you up. Then we'll carpool to the airport. Don't worry I already made signs. Then we want to take y'all to Olive Garden."
You distantly hear Javy yelling, "When we are there, we are family."
Marlee takes a moment to giggle, "I'll make sure you and Jake drink a bottle of wine. Preferably one each. Trust me, nothing helps with the ‘we haven't seen each other in six months’ awkwardness better than wine. Then we will drive you two home!"
You aren't successful in catching your phone this time and it slams to the ground. You're frozen staring down at it, only managing to shake yourself and pick it up when you hear Marlee saying your name in concern.
"Sorry, the phone slipped. What was that?"
"Oh no, is it okay?"
"Yeah, it's fine," you answer the pit in your stomach growing till it feels like it might swallow you whole.
"You don't need help with anything for tomorrow do you?" Marlee asks worriedly. You take a glance around the house. You had worked hard keeping things orderly and together while Jake had been gone. You knew how worried he was that things would change while he was away. It hadn't been easy and there were a few weeks there when you hadn't been able to keep yourself afloat very well.
"Help with what?" You ask, trying to get her to confirm what you thought you had heard.
"Any cleaning or organizing or any of that. Groceries so you and Jake don't have to go shop. Javy hates going to the store when he comes home. I guess there is something especially frustrating about them," Marlee trails off. You can tell that she is picking up on your off mood, and of course she was. She probably expected you to be ecstatic that Jake was coming home, and maybe you would have been if you had known about it.
You realize there isn't a way out of this so you have to concede a truth to her. You bite your lip and let your eyes frantically comb over the house again before finally whispering. "He hasn't said anything to me… about coming home."
When Marlee answers you can hear she isn't on speakerphone anymore, and asks you quietly, "He hasn't mentioned it at all?"
"Not a word," you respond solemnly.
"I'm sorry for ruining the surprise."
"I'm glad you did. I'll definitely want to clean and shop like you mentioned. And as nice as your plan sounded, maybe not this time. You two are the sweetest ever."
"I still feel bad. Are you sure you don't need help with anything?"
"I'm fine, thank you, Marlee!" You were not fine.
"Wait, babes, I'm worried."
"Don't worry. I'll talk to you later, yeah? I love you!" You hang up the phone and stare at it blankly. Trying to process the new information you had just gotten. Looking around the house you realized you weren't even close to ready for Jake to come home.
You spend all of your free time panicking, cleaning and organizing the house, trying to make sure everything was just perfect for when Jake comes home. You almost had a breakdown when you couldn't remember if the quilt on his bed had been green or dark blue when he left.. The smallest details were haunting you. You had spent nearly an hour working up the courage to erase the chalkboard in the kitchen. Worried that you would forget some of the more important reminders, you erase everything but what you deemed Jake needed to know, like things that had come up concerning the house. It leaves a choppy, oddly spaced list, but you don't think you will have the energy to rewrite it without crying.
You were asleep when Jake came home. Waking up to sounds that are familiar and yet gone enough that they don't sound right, confuses your tired mind before you are startled into wakefulness, fully placing that for the first time in 6 months someone else is cooking in your kitchen. Your alarm is slightly eased when you check your phone and see a text from Marlee.
We're here with a gift, come down stairs as soon as you wake up <3
While you were put at ease knowing some manic axe murderer isn't in your house, you almost feel like you would prefer that to what you now know is waiting for you downstairs. You sit in your room for nearly an hour trying to work out what to do, if you should confront Jake and how to approach it, hoping inspiration or bravery will strike you into moving. It never does though, and instead there is a heavy handed knock on your bedroom door.
Taking a big gulp, not having the strength to find your voice, you slowly creak the door open. You lift your eyes up and unexpectedly find Javy on the other side of the door.
"Hey, sleeping beauty!" Javy says cheerfully. It takes you a few deep breaths to answer from your surprise. You don't know what the look on your face is, but the next thing you know, Javy is sweeping you up into a tight hug. You are frozen though, still strung out on what this must mean, that Jake is home.
"Is he?" You start to ask, but not sure how you actually want to finish the sentence: home, safe, okay, the same. Javy doesn't respond, he just squeezes you harder. You try asking your question again to get an answer. "Is Jake?"
"Hangman is here," Javy finally confirms.
"I thought it was going to be this evening."
"Some of his flights got shifted around at the last minute."
"Oh. And is he..?" You can't finish that question either.
"He will be okay," Javy says lightly.
"Will be? So, that means that he isn't okay now." You grimace, worry flooding your chest that is already so full of hurt.
"It'll all take us some time to readjust and recalibrate. Just don't push him, and more importantly yourself too hard. Okay?" Javy says pulling away from the hug after another squeeze. You nod numbly, not entirely sure you know what he means but it is comforting to know your friend is here.
When you don't make a move to follow Javy towards the door when he starts to retreat he levels you with a concerned look.
"Why do you love Jake?" Javy asks, leaning back against your door.
You open your mouth to protest that you don't love Jake– how can you love someone who willfully hasn't talked to you in 6 months? The words don't come out though, because in spite of it all, you do love him. You love him so much it hurts, and you made that choice even as Jake actively warned you against it. Javy waits patiently for you to respond, which just makes you feel like squirming more.
"I do not see what that has to do with anything," you try to deflect but Coyote frowns at you and shakes his head.
"It's because he makes you feel better than a million bucks right?" Javy presses on with the question.
"Yeah, sometimes." You concede thinking of how it was before Jake left.
"Or like you are the most important thing in the room? More important even than him?"
"Don't know if I love Jake because of that. I think those are just side benefits. I love Jake just by virtue of him being Jake." You say trying to explain how you feel and Javy nods along to your words.
"I get it," he says. You worry your lip and look at the door again, still not sure you can do this.
"It's going to be okay. Marlee and I are here to play interference as long as you two need it. Remembering those things you love about him will help get through the rough patch. He is really worried about doing something wrong."
"What do you mean wrong?"
"I would say he is worried about hurting you." And you had to resist the urge to laugh, because it was already much too late for that. Jake had been hurting you for months now.
"Has something gone wrong before, or is he just scared?"
Javy doesn't answer your question and he avoids your gaze and stares hard at a far wall. "Hangman and I aren't always stationed together."
"Oh, I see."
"You're going to have to give him some grace and time; he will even out, I promise. If it gets too bad you can always call me, okay?" Javy's eyes meet yours again, and he gives you a sad smile. "I love Jake too, you know."
"Yeah, I know you do." You reassure him. "Thanks Coyote, you are a good friend to him, and me too."
Javy is then urging you to finally leave your room, opening the door and gesturing for you to step out. He is asking you to be brave, and it's a lot easier to face your fears when you know someone else is there to help, just in case.
"Hey what's taking so long up there?" Marlee yells up the stairs suspiciously. She must have heard your door open.
"I am once again begging Javy to run away with me." You yell back to her playfully. Giving Javy one last tight hug and a muttered thank you, he strides confidently down the stairs. Anxiety and nerves eat away at your every step leaving a sour taste on your tongue. You keep your eyes trained on the ground, as you descend the stairs, still not ready to actually see Jake.
Instead you keep your eyes trailed on Javy where he has automatically drifted to his wife's side and is already wrapping himself around her and kissing her cheek.
"Well, were you convinced to run away?" Marlee asks her husband, hugging him back, clearly enjoying the joke.
"No Ma'am, not this time," Coyote answers with a laugh.
"I wasn't worried," she tells him. "I know there's only one person you would leave me for."
"I would never leave you," Javy responds, dropping the playfulness from his voice. However, Marlee persists.
"That's not true, we both know if Jake asked, you wouldn't even hesitate." The couple both turn their eyes towards the kitchen, which you realize is where Jake must be. You are frozen on the last step of the stairs, unable to take your eyes off Marlee and Javy, even as they expectantly look back and forth between where you are standing and where he is.
You decide you aren't brave enough, that you can't actually do this. You need to retreat up the stairs into your room and pack all of your things in order to get out of here as soon as possible. Jake was back now, all the responsibility you had to watch and take care of the house was released from your shoulders. Never facing him again seems like the obvious solution, you don't know why you had never considered it before.
"I wouldn't ever ask Javy to run away with me, he snores too much," Jake says. His voice tricks your eyes into looking towards the kitchen. Thinking about Jake Seresin and seeing him are two distinctly different things. He is handsome, Jake always has been handsome, but after so long of not seeing him, it's glaring, breathtaking.
You think you had expected him to change, which doesn't really make sense. Half a year, in the grand scheme of things, really isn't very long. You think maybe his uniform fits him a bit more snugly, that he looks even more fit than before. You weren't prepared… you weren't prepared at all. And now you are stuck because he is looking back at you. Jake blinks at you, and you stare wide eyed, too afraid if your eyes close for even a second he will be gone.
"Hello. Good morning," Jake finally says.
"Hi," you squeak. Then you are finally able to take the last step off the stairs and say, "It's good to see you."
Jake flashes you one of his perfect practiced smiles and a wink. Then he gestures to the bowls and pans in front of him, "I'm making french toast."
You wait a second, having to choke back a sob threatening to bubble in your chest. Then say, "I'm sure that will be good."
Javy and Marlee's analyzing the two of you makes the awkwardness press in harder. Gulping, you try to seem casual about walking towards the kitchen. Jake watches you intently. At the last minute you change your mind and veer down the hallway towards the front door instead.
"Sorry, I just have some errands I need to run," You announce loudly, quickening your step. Fumbling with the locks you burst out the front door, and stand heaving on the front porch. Gripping the railing hard, you lean against it trying to brace yourself.
A minute later you hear the door open, and you close your eyes tight, wishing you had been smart enough to walk further away. There is a slight clunk against the ground and you see a pair of your shoes next to your feet.
"Thought you might need shoes," Jake says quietly. Fuck, this hurt so much more than you though it would. You thought having him home would feel like a relief, not a fresh stab wound. You just shake your head, not sure you can say anything. Jake waits patiently but after several long minutes, he breathes out a quiet sigh.
"Okay. Well. I think I should just apologize and get on with it. I'm sorry, I am so sorry." You can't stop the hitching sob that falls from your throat.
"I know you didn't love back the same way, but I didn't realize you cared so little about me."
"That is an inaccurate statement," Jake protests.
"I don't want us to have a fight Jake." You mumble, nothing about this conversation was making you feel better.
"Well I do. I want us to have a fight, because you should be mad at me. You should be yelling at me and cursing the ground I walk on. You should've burned down this house!" He exclaims, and you can hear his frustration. You open your eyes to find Jake standing stiff and straight next to the slightly ajar front door. Hands clenched tight, Jake was staring at like you were water and he had been stranded in the desert for days, parched. A direct sighting of his green eyes is all it takes to break your resolve.
"I can't be mad at you!" You exclaim, throwing your hands up in the air.
"Why not?" He prods you in a low voice.
"You know exactly why."
Jake huffs, clenching his jaw he glares upwards, away from you.
"You don't have to be this saint you know. You don't have to be this perfectly stable person for me because you feel like that's what I need. Please don't let me get away with hurting you."
"I won't give you the satisfaction," you tell him coldly.
"What?" Jake asks, his eyebrows drawing together in confusion.
"I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of confirming that you are the bad guy you've convinced yourself you are. So, what would you like me to say instead?"
"I guess I want you to listen to the fact that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for how I left, I'm sorry for how I behaved, I—"
"Are you really sorry for what happened between us?" You ask in a small voice. You lower your eyes to look at the ground, not wanting to be too confrontational.
"Of course I am," he sighs. It's a stab to your heart. You had treasured the long heartbreakingly beautiful evening you had with Jake before he left, and hearing him say he doesn't feel the same is harrowing.
"Are you—" you start to ask but stop yourself. You ball up all the hurt in your chest trying to rationalize and compartmentalize. Realizing this is another one of those times you had to fill in the gaps. It was time you refocused on the realities at hand. There were no promises besides the one you had made. That you would love him regardless, and continuously. Reminding yourself this fact helps, you could be upset after, later. Every moment actually with Jake should be treasured, this was the first moment you were getting with him in how long and of course you had ruined it.
"I'm sorry for every other thing I know I should be, and everything I willfully chose not to know too. I'm sorry, and well I want to go on forever. I want to keep telling you I'm sorry every second. So, I'm sorry. I'll say it a million times more. Like you deserve."
"Jake, stop. Sometimes the more times you say something the cheaper the words have become. So let's keep this one valuable. I'm sorry for pushing, and you've said sorry too. We can move on now."
"I'll just be plain then." He says, though you can tell that the frustration and desperation are still burning hot under his skin.
"Yes, Jake, be plain. That's the best option for us."
"If we step over lines?"
"We say something, stop and talk about it."
"Okay." He agrees, "We have to talk about the other thing now too."
"What thing?" you ask.
"My question, what happened between us." He says as if he hadn't just told you part of him regrets it.
"You asked to be selfish with me Jake, and I said yes. I don't regret that, and I'm not mad about what happened. You had my permission and consent for all of it.'
"I just kept waiting until I knew what I wanted to say, but then I never knew what I wanted to say," he explains.
"Jake, I really…" You sigh and scrub your hand over your face. "Can we not talk about this right now?"
Jake nods silently in response. "Okay, Later, then."
"Sure, like when the Machados aren't listening on the other side of the door." You say loudly looking at the front door that was cracked, having no doubt your friends were being nosey. Not that you really blame them, you probably would have done the same thing.
"Do you still have errands to run?" he asks you. You look out to the street deciding you should at least take a small walk to sort through your thoughts.
"I'm just going to go on a little walk. I'm sure I'll be back by the time breakfast is done," you explain.
"Sounds good, sugar. Can I help you with your shoes?" He asks quietly. The only reason you nod your head yes is because you think you might start crying otherwise.
Jake kneels down and hesitates for a long moment before his large warm hand is on your ankle, helping angle your foot into the shoe. His thumb makes a brushing stroke across the skin before doing the same thing with the other foot. When you get back from your walk, it's awkward. You completely avoid Marlee's attempts to get you to go off and talk with her. Instead, you decide that the best course of action is to pretend that nothing is wrong. You laugh at jokes and ignore how stilted and awkward Jake's conversation is with everyone. Then, after Marlee and Javy linger way too long, before you and Jake finally get them to leave. Once they are out the door and Jake has locked the door behind them, you both let out a sigh of relief. You meet Jake's gaze, both of you offer small smiles. It's the most normal moment you've had all day.
"Welcome back, Jake." You offer tentatively. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I kinda just want to nap," he admits. You part ways at the top of the stairs giving him a strained smile and retreat into your room; Jake's eyes don't leave you until the door is shut firmly in place.
It's much later that night when you hear some loud banging. You shoot out of your room worried, and realize the banging is coming from the other side of Jake's bedroom door. You knock on it firmly but don't hear a response.
You knock again and the banging comes to a stop. You try the door and find it locked.
"Jake, are you okay?" You ask him through the door.
"I'm fine. Thanks," he yells back. You wait but when you don't get anything more, you have no choice but to leave him be and go back to your room. You don't actually even see Jake again until two nights later. You have been able to tell that he is home but Jake is as elusive as a ghost.
You run into him next when you open your door one night to get some water before bed. Jake is standing on the other side, holding two water bottles. Part of you has a hunch that he had been standing there for a while. He looks shocked but a little relieved when he sees you.
"I know I shouldn't be here," Jake starts slowly, taking his gaze off of you and looks down at his feet.
"No, it's okay that you are here," you stutter slightly. "Is there something you need?"
Jake nods his head along with your words, his eyebrows drawing together. Then he holds out a water bottle for you to take. "Can I just be here? Here, with you?"
"Of course, always." You say stepping backwards into your room leaving the door wide open for him. You shuffle to your bed and lift open the blankets ready to welcome him there with you. However, Jake drops the pillow he was holding on the floor nearby and lays down instead.
You want to ask him questions about it but the edge he is on isn't one you want to poke or prod in any direction. While you are still hurt, knowing he is here is safe again, with you is equally as soothing, a small dosage of pain medication.
"There's plenty of room up here with me too, you know." You decide to casually offer just in case.
"It's too soft for me right now."
"I just thought I would offer," you say lightly.
"I can't sleep. It's the worst part. Everything is too quiet and too still and at the same time not quiet or still enough. I think I might go insane." He explains in a low voice.
"What can I do? What do you need?" You ask sympathetically.
"Can we talk about it?" Jake asks hopefully.
"No, Jake. We can't," You sigh and hear him sigh in frustration.
"Someday, at some point, we are going to have to talk about it," Jake says so carefully you know he is consciously holding back the taunting frustration he wants to put into the words.
"No, we really don't," You contradict him.
"Sweets," Jake responds, sounding wrecked.
You think you should give into him again. You should allow Jake to talk his heart out and seek penance from you. How this should be a time when you are strong for him. However, as much as you want to give Jake the world, there must be times that you curl around your own heart to try and shield it from hurt.
"Listen, Jake. I don't need to know why you didn't talk to me while you were gone. No matter what your explanation is, it's going to hurt my feelings. So, I would rather not know. Please, let me pretend something a little kinder."
He is silent, so very quiet for so long you almost wonder if he has left. Evaporated from existence, that he never came home at all, and you've been living an elaborate hallucination. You turn on your side just to check in the soft lamp light that Jake is still laying on the floor.
"You should have said no to me before I left. It would have saved us both a lot of grief I think."
Jake's words feel like a punch in the gut, rattling around like a wrecking ball, leaving a bloody massacre behind. With a heavy blown out breath you say, "No it wouldn't have."
"No, it wouldn't have," he sighs in agreement.
"It would be nice though, if we could go back to before."
"Before?" He asks.
"Yes," you say, clutching your blankets tight. "If I could pretend that you never got orders and didn't leave. I would jump to that in an instant.
"You want to pretend nothing happened?"
"Isn't that an idea?" You huff a small broken laugh at the ridiculousness of it.
"What if I don't remember exactly how things went before?" Jake wonders.
"Jake, I wasn't serious," you say cautiously.
There are several long minutes of silence where you wait for him to say something. Finally, you hear Jake let out a long heavy audible groan while shifting. "If you don't want to talk it out. Pretending is probably our best option then. Otherwise, what are we going to do, sweets?"
"Sugar," You correct automatically.
"Hmm?"
"You usually call me sugar, or honey. Not sweets"
"Ah, that's right, and darling. I got it mixed up because you're so sweet to me."
"I'll help you. If you don't remember how it goes."
"Thank you," he says. And you can't believe he is actually agreeing to this idea, or really that you are either.
"Do you not like sweets?" Jake asks eventually.
"It's fine enough, I guess." You answer as lightly as you can. Then you go through another bout of silence. You nervously play with the edge of a blanket hoping that this tension with Jake will ease. It's always gone away in the past, but that was also before.
"That's what you want then? Tomorrow, we go back?" Jake asks again.
"Yes, tomorrow," You confirm.
"Sugar?
"Yes, Jakers?"
"Can I ask you a question?" He asks. You laugh lightly, feeling a bit of the nervousness ease at his tone which has become much lighter.
"I never understand why people say that. Aren't you already asking a question?" Jake chuckles low in his chest in amusement. He doesn't follow along with the joke though, just leaves it there hanging in the air.
"The answer is yes," you tell him casually.
"You don't know what the question is."
"Yes, you can ask me a question," you clarify in a whisper. Jake makes some rustling sounds and you hear him come closer to you.
"Are you sure that bed is big enough for two?" He asks.
"Why don't we find out?" You laugh feeling more at ease.
With a nod Jake crawls onto bed and turns to face you on his side. However, he doesn't scoot in close like you expect. He is stone still on the other side of the bed, laying on top of the covers, only shifting his pillow once.
"What would you do, if I told you the last time I said yes, it had an extended warranty?" You ask while turning on your side to face where you are in the bed now.
"How long are we talking about here?" Jake asks.
"Unfortunately, I think it expires some time tomorrow." You watch Jake work his lip in contemplation, while examining your face closely.
"Why would you let me be selfish with you again?"
"I think it's because we are selfish. Maybe it's a little bit because I don't want the memory of the last time I tasted you to be bitter."
Jake rolls away from you onto his back, blinking rapidly at the ceiling. "Stop letting me take things from you."
"We both deserve a night where we are selfish with each other, I think." You tell him reaching across the gap between you. You set a hand on Jake's cheek ignoring the prickly stubble there.
"To have you and let you go again the next day would be torture," Jake says all while leaning into your touch.
"Just a kiss this time," you offer, urging him by his cheek to come a little closer to you.
"It was supposed to be just a kiss last time too." Jake's eyes are bright where they burn into yours. He inches a little closer and you lean forwards as well, reducing the gap between you two that much more until there is just a miniscule space now.
"I know," You answer against his lips, letting your hand slip into his hair. Jake's lips move with yours crowding in close, like he is trying to breathe all of you into himself and commit you to memory.
"Maybe, it can be more of a promise?" Jake eventually gasps.
"A promise?" You question.
"A promise not to hurt you like this again," Jake answers.
"That's not an easy promise to keep," you warn.
"That's true, but I'm willing to try anyway." He kisses you again and dips his tongue into your mouth. Jake swallows your little whimpers; he tastes just as good as he always has. It's very easy to be selfish with Jake "Hangman" Seresin.
…
It's a slow road to trying to get back to normal. Jake circles around the house like he is lost. Picking things up and setting them down, starting conversations with you and leaving halfway through them. Shadows stretch across his face and his increasingly dark stubble and facial hair. You are a little surprised to find that he doesn't have a red beard like most blonds do. The facial hair only serves to make him look increasingly gaunt.
Jake even denies your offer to start a puzzle together, telling you that wasn't something he could handle at the moment. You try not to seem like you were watching him like a hawk, but you definitely are. Until one day he stood up from the table in the middle of dinner and announced that he was going camping.
"Oh okay. Do you know how long?"
"Yeah," Jake sighs, "I'll be home before next weekend, and I promise you when I get home I'll be normal again."
"You don't have to be any which way for me Jake," you tell him gently.
"I know, but I need to do this for me too, sugar." He explains while putting away dishes. You watch him complete the task; Jake is antsy even with his hands occupied. None of the projects or tasks he has picked up since being home have been enough to occupy him with real distraction. Two days ago, you had walked into the garage where Jake had rigged up his camping hammock to the ceiling which you felt like he was swaying precariously 8 feet off the ground. On top of that Jake had music blasting, a documentary on Yosemite playing, while also whittling a piece of wood.
"Okay. I'll miss you." You eventually say. Jake purses his lip, and after a heavy gulp he nods his head. Once the last of the dishes is away he spins on his heel and heads towards the garage door.
You hurry after him, "Jake?"
"Yes, sugar?" He asks, not pausing his trajectory.
"Are you leaving right now?" You ask him surprised.
"Yes, I packed earlier today."
"Can I have a hug before you go?" You ask him hesitantly.
Jake freezes. He rubs his hands across his face pressing briefly into his eyes while sighing a very soft "Fuck." Then he turns to you fully looking abashed. "Yeah, sugar. What do you need before I go? I'm sorry I should have asked that first."
"No, it's no big deal. Honestly." You tell him backing off not wanting to be too much. Jake shushes you softly while stepping closer.
"Tell me how it goes. I need to remind myself about this part."
"Well," you start off hesitantly, "normally I would get a hug goodbye."
"Ahh," Jake hums, "that's right. And I do that part like this?" Jake wraps you in his arms, draping them high on your back. You wait a moment before draping your arms around his neck.
"How's the next part going again, sweets?"
"You squeeze my waist a little harder and lower." Jake follows the direction his arms tightening around you drawing you flush against his chest.
"Now?" He whispers.
"You would probably kiss my forehead."
"Just your forehead?" Jake asks breathily.
"I'll leave that one up to you, Jake." He unwraps a hand from your waist to hold the back of your neck, keeping you steady.
"And if I want to kiss somewhere else?"
"You've got my permission Jake," you tell him trying to keep want and desire out of your voice. Jake parts his lips and leans in closer brushing his lips to grace over your cheekbone.
"You can have it, Jake," you remind him.
"No," he answers and closes his eyes. "Not again, not yet. I'll be home in a few days."
Once Jake leaves you know there is something you have to do to help him. It's an idea that gets stuck in your head and then you can't get it out. He had been spending time daily in his hammock in the garage, and you noted that Jake had taken it with him when he left. You missed how he used to casually be in the living room, so you started brainstorming some ideas on how you might entice Jake to join you again.
So, you go to the kitchen and pull out the rolodex, find the card dedicated to Miss Celeste and give it a call. Russell answers the phone, and you can hear the man smiling through the phone as you ask after his wife. It turns out Jake's grandmother is just as blunt but kind hearted as you had been led to believe. After a longer conversation with her, she and Russ offer you some advice and tips
You aren't wholly sure how you managed to get it all done. Eventually having to call Coyote to help you move some of the living room furniture. However, after significantly less sleep than you already get, there is a large comfy hammock in the living room. You and Javy had to sandwich Jake's large comfy chair much closer to the couch than it was previously, but y'all managed to make it all fit.
Jake comes home from camping quietly late one night. The stubble he had been supporting before is a full-on beard now, and his hair is longer than you have ever seen it. This look is intimidating to you in lots of ways, like some mirrored version of Jake that you don't know. He offers. quick hello when he comes in from the garage, breezing past you and towards the stairs.
Jake doesn't make it to the stairs though instead he stands frozen at the edge of the living room for five whole minutes just staring at the hammock. You watch him closely, trying to gauge his reaction.
"It's a surprise for you." You say after the amount of time he is standing there increases to a concerning duration. Compelled to do something you explain, "I know your hammock has been one of the only places you have been able to relax."
"This is very sweet. I appreciate it." Jake starts evenly. It's contradictory as you see him grit his teeth, and his fists clench and unclench at his sides.
"You don't like it?" You ask him.
"It's not that," Jake tries to explain. "It's just you can't randomly switch the living room around and add new furniture like this."
Your mouth drops open in shock. This might be one of the first times Jake has ever told you there is something you can't do in the house. It's jarring, he has always spent so much time tailoring everything to your likes, desires, and aesthetics that you hardly even think about the house as Jake's and Jake's alone anymore. Frustration bubbles under the shock twisting into anger at the situation. You were trying your best, doing all the things you thought you should, and it still didn't seem like enough.
"That is so rich coming from you for so many different reasons Jake." You say agitated, rolling your eyes.
"Why are you upset?" Jake asks you, finally looking away from the living room.
"Why are you upset?" You parrot with emphasis.
"Well, what did you expect? I left for a few days and now there is a hammock in the living room. That's an outdoor item you brought indoors," Jake responds snappily. It pushes you right against an edge that you are unfamiliar with living on now. You had forgotten how it was to live in a hyper aware state, trying to manage and monitor someone else's emotions.
"You act like you haven't done the same thing," you tell him, gesturing frustratedly at the juniper chest. "I was doing something nice for you. However, if you don't like it, I'm sure you're more than capable of taking it down and moving your furniture back and fixing your living room."
You leave Jake in the living room and go to the kitchen. He grumbles to himself upset which makes you feel even more on edge. However, you refuse to let Jake blowing back into the house prevent you from finishing the dishes you had been stacking and putting away.
"It's our living room," he finally calls back to you.
"You aren't acting like it."
"You could have given me some warning," he reasons, but it has a slightly accusatory tone.
"When Jake?" You ask him, upset. "When you called me and told me you were coming home? When you text? How exactly was I supposed to let you know?"
He doesn't have an answer and you slam the door of a cupboard harder than you intend. Inside, the stack of bowls were more precariously placed than you thought. The cupboard closes and bounces back open, the bowls ejecting and crashing hard against the ground. Several of them shatter when they make impact, sending ceramic shards flying across the area.
You aren't expecting the sound to trigger you. It most likely does because of how high strung and worried you already are. The house is such a safe comforting space you don't really have a game plan for when PTSD attacks hit you here. A chill makes its way up your spine, while the sound of shattering glass rings echoing in your ears, for much longer than it echoes in the room. It's all it takes for some flip to switch in your head.
Managing to take small gasping breaths, you try to assess the damage of the sharp ceramic pieces around you, categorizing how many bowls had broken. It doesn't help you to fight off sudden panic that is creeping in when you notice one of the destroyed bowls was one Miss Celeste had made for Jake. It was a soup bowl stamped with a silly song Jake liked to sing anytime he used it. Distantly you hear Jake calling your name but can't fully process it. He is stepping towards you, fear rings through your body, and instinctually you go to step back away from him. Flinching hard every one of your muscles feels like it's attached to a live wire. Your fight or flight mode activated but you are still mostly frozen in the middle with short panting breaths, your eyes flit across the room trying to find a suitable escape path.
"Sugar, please don't move. Just stay right there. It's okay." Jake is repeating, holding his hand up, showing you his open body language. Your breaths continue to come out gasping, but eventually you are able clear the cloudiness up enough with the help of Jake's soothing.
"Jake, help," you whimper. Training your eyes on Jake you think that he is the only available escape, from the glass around you and this attack. At your words, his whole face shifts overcome with a serious ‘get things done’ demeanor.
"Are you hurt?" He asks calmly. You can't answer him just offering a shaking shrug. "Stay right there for me, Sugar. Okay?"
Jake is shoving his feet into some boots, then crunching through the broken ceramics and glass before picking you up. He carries you to the living room, setting you down on top of the closed puzzle table. Once you are there, he kneels in front of you. Picking up each of your feet, Jake carefully examines them for injury. Then gives the rest of your body a scan; he is clearly relieved to find that there weren't any cuts.
"Wait here." He orders you gently, walking back to the kitchen and setting about cleaning the mess.
"I can clean that," you try to tell him in a weak attempt for Jake to stop.
"You just stay there looking pretty and take some breaths, sweets." He responds from the kitchen. You decide to give in, which is probably for the best with the way the numb panic is still very present at the edge of your consciousness. Your heart is still beating erratically as well.
Jake is expedient and thorough about cleaning, going through the whole kitchen and dining room with his shop vacuum searching for any hiding slivers. When finished he makes his way to the living room and crouches by your side again sighing heavily.
"I'm sorry," he says, setting his large warm hands on your knees.
"I'm sorry," you apologize as well. "I should have waited and asked you before changing the living room."
"You don't need to ask. I've just been on edge and wasn't expecting it. I do appreciate the thought. And you know I do love hammocks so, I'm sure I'll love it."
"We don't have to keep it," You remind him.
"We are taking it for a trial run," Jake responds. Then a few moments later he lets out a heavy sigh and says, "You know we are doing it all already, right?"
"What's that?"
"It" Jake says gesturing with his free hand in the air. "We fit together. We're," Jake takes the slightest pause, his hand grips yours so tight you almost ache, then he drops it completely. "A bridle joint or maybe, a box joint."
"We aren't ever going to fit with anyone else are we?" You ask him, clarifying.
"No, we aren't. I think it might just be this, Sugar. It's just us." Jake says the words like a confession, an admission, an honest reality.
You try to analyze the look in his eyes, but over anything else all you can focus on is how tired he is. You pick Jake's hand up again. Standing from the couch, pulling him with you. Jake asks no questions; he just follows you as you guide him. You tug him with you to each of the doors as you make sure each one is locked, jiggling them to be sure. Then he follows you to the kitchen as you grab two of his glass water bottles. You hand one to him and take his, gripping it tightly while his other hand remains loose in yours.
You keep leading him then as he follows you up the stairs. Finally, You open the door to his room, and freeze in the doorway. A gasp catches in your throat. It's empty. The whole room. Not a mattress or a bedframe, no side tables or a dresser. It's all gone. There is one chest, a basket with some blankets, and one pillow. Jake stands close behind you, and you hear him audibly sigh into your ear.
You take a deep breath to steady yourself and pull Jake through the room, leaving no room to address the issue and heading straight to the bathroom. You turn on the water for the bath and let the tub start filling. Turning to Jake and finally, let go of his hand. He looks lost at you, and you bring your hand up to lift his chin up a little higher. Jake takes your direction and those gorgeous sea-glass green eyes look at you.
You tug at his shirt twice before he follows the movement and pulls it off. You step out of your own pants but otherwise stay clothed. Jake follows you sliding off his jeans. You go to Jake's bath chest still in place and grab a scent you think will be soothing, adding it to the bath.
You reach to pull down his boxers, and he shakes his head in a small no. When you start to pull off your shirt, Jake's hands stop you there too. He gives you a pleading look, and you shrug back, leaving your shirt in place. You motion for Jake to get in the bath, and he wordlessly does as you say. Making room for you between his knees, Jake scoots until he hits the back of the tub. You step into the warm water and slide down to settle in.
Jake's head falls forward so his forehead presses into the space where your shoulder and neck meet, taking deep breaths. You shudder, feeling the air of his breath against your neck. Jake's large hands are gripping the side of the bathtub hard. You are shocked that the feeling of the wet clothes sticking to your skin hasn't rocketed you out of the bathtub. But like it often is, it's hard to focus on anything that's not Jake when he is this close to you.
After a while, when Jake lifts his head and leans back, you do as well, leaning into his chest, his arms slide around you, pulling you even closer, as you draw imaginary designs on one of his forearms.
"What's it mean for us?" You finally ask him.
"I'm worse than I was before," Jake says to you quietly.
"Before me?" And that actually makes you want to cry because it sounds so true. Things certainly would have been less variable without you around in Jake's life. No one to throw him off his routines. And before him weren't you better able to protect your heart better than this? You had been calloused and strong before. Living with Jake and in this house has been like a fine grit sandpaper buffing you so now you only have smooth soft edges.
Has that been the way it's been between the two of you this whole time, something bad that was disguised as good? You can't come up with an answer, and apparently, neither can he. So it sits there, wilting, rotting between the two of you.
The silence is loud and almost echoes in the bathroom, with no room to hide. You finally take one of Jake's hands in yours and play with his fingers. He seems content with this, relaxing even further into the water. One of his knees occasionally bumping into you playfully, as if you could forget that he was there, as if there were anything besides Jake on your radar.
Then he is whispering your name against your neck, right behind your ear. Gooseflesh bursts across your skin, and his beard is coarse and scratchy against your sensitive skin not having been trimmed once since it started growing. You try to shift away but his lips follow you. Tired of the game you reach a hand behind you and fist it into Jake's long hair, tightly tugging his face away from your neck. Jake gasps in response.
You drop your hand feeling like he has been sufficiently warned from the action, which you know would have descend into tickling. Jake grabs your wrist and turns it, and then ghosts his lips over your pulse point. After two more soft kisses there he presses three to your palm, and on each finger. Each press of his lips is intoxicating even in a place as insignificant as your hand. With your ring finger Jake's kisses are three times as long and lingering. It's an action that has you slamming your eyes closed to keep the tears from escaping. He finally releases your arm and you drop your hand back into the warm water.
Something starts to thaw out there, in your chest. The combination of the physical warmth of the bath and Jake's blazing body heat. However, it is the feeling, the emotional warmth of it that makes the difference. You tremble slightly feeling completely overwhelmed, the idea of being anywhere else or trying to move is devastating to your system.
"Sugar pie?"
"Yes, Jakobi?" You answer back just as quietly
"We haven't been doing so good, have we?"
"No."
"Our mental health?"
"Positively dismal. We both probably need to be institutionalized." You tell him. Jake nods along, in understanding with your words.
"Do you think I could convince them to let us be roomies there too?"
"Not sure even you could swing that one, honey." You respond. Jake's eyes and whole face positively light up moments after you say the words.
"Honey?"
You hum thinking it over before smiling and nodding, "Yup."
"But that's my nickname for you," Jake says in a pouting tone but the bright expression he is wearing hasn't dimmed.
"Yeah, and sugar, darling, babycakes, anything related to pie—"
"I called you Huckleberry pie once and—"Jake protests but you barrel onwards cutting him off.
"Well no more honey for you anymore. You use half the sweet names under the sun, I'm allowed to have one. And I think it's honey." You cup Jake's scratchy bearded cheeks and smile softly. "You're my honey, now."
"Why honey?"
"Because you're so sweet."
"I'm not," Jake says brokenly, all playfulness having been sucked out of him. His head is heavy in your palm as he eases into your hold.
"You're sweet," you repeat more firmly. Then continue, "Plus I can just imagine how snug and happy you would be in those honey combs."
"Hexagons are one of the superior shapes," Jake sighs.
"Sure they ar, and you are golden like honey." You run your fingers through Jake's hair again. He shutters hiding those sad green eyes from you.
"I never knew just how blond the sun could make your hair," You sigh when you reach the end, scratching back up his scalp to repeat the process. You are turned fully to face him now, sloshing the water a bit to settle more comfortably. However Jake doesn't move, he seems almost as if he could be a statue made of glowing gold.
"This tan also makes no sense," you tell him, trailing your hands over his shaped shoulders.
He squints a single eye open at you, and you freeze as if you've been caught. Instead Jake's hand's pull your knees to settle on either side of his hips. Dragging you that much closer to him. It makes your breath hitch and Jake's eyes darken, however, he still leaves a bit of space.
"One of my grandpas was Italian," Jake says with a quirk of his lips. The single eye he had opened closed as the smile melted off his face. Your hands resume their path, after massaging Jake's shoulders you knead his neck. Which just leads to playing with his hair again. Your train of thought was lost until you noticed a small light but fresh scar on the top of his bicep. You lean forward and gloss your lips over the skin there. Jake's hand tightens where he is holding your thighs. He takes a careful breath in through his nose, and a long exhale. He follows that up with two more shallow but steady breaths and then just like that the tension releases from his body as he releases the air out.
"Where did you learn how to breathe like that, cowboy?" You ask him, letting your thumb continue to trace the strange new scar you have been examining.
"Oh, so, I'm cowboy now?"
"Mr. Cowboy, my honey." You coo back. Jake's eyes flutter open again, he blinks slowly at you heavily lidded.
"You are avoiding the question." You prompt him by raising an eyebrow.
"It's not as bad as you're probably thinking," Jake answers a moment later.
"I'm thinking, you did a whole summer of Vipassana, and meditation in some foreign country that made you have concerns about being that white guy(™)."
As his lips lift in response to your joke, you think Jake's dimples are some of the prettiest things in this world. Suddenly, you find it unacceptable that his beard hides any part of them from your view. You see the hint of them but it's not the same you think as you trace the shape of one. Your left hand remains pressed over the new scar you had discovered.
"We both know I could never do vipassana."
"I have evidence to the contrary," the words fall from your lips before you can stop them, and you regret them instantly.
"Don't be mean to me," he begs you. In the same breath he speaks the words you are already halfway through saying, sorry.
"I'm working on leaving it I promise," You tell him.
"We don't have to leave it, we could talk about it." Jake suggests hopefully.
"We are leaving it Jake," you say back sharply and he snaps his mouth shut chewing at the side of his cheek for a moment before responding.
"Okay. I know I hurt you deep, and it's still fresh," Jake responds. His jaw clenches and you feel it jump.
"So, it wasn't meditation? Is this going to be another riveting USNA story?" You ask him, steering the conversation back on a lighter track.
"It was before Annapolis."
"Tell me more," you laugh, dropping your hold on his face, leaning forward and resting your check against his bicep.
"You're going to laugh at me," he pouts.
"I find that an entirely likely probability," you answer teasingly.
"I had to take friendship classes in middle school."
"I'm sorry, you did what?" You ask Jake to repeat, trying to process this bit of information.
"This other kid and I hated each other, and we were constantly getting into it. The worst part is we had lockers right next to each other. He accidentally hit me with his locker, and I lost it. So, I slammed his head right back and we started brawling. Anyways, long story short, our school counselor made us take friendship classes, and taught us breathing techniques. It was all bull shit, but we ended up being friends afterwards, bonding over how stupid friendship class was."
"At least you got some good breathing techniques."
"Something like that," Jake laughs back.
"What's this one then? It's new." you say ghosting your lips over the scar you had found again. Jake sighs, glancing at the scar himself.
"You are going to be mad," he starts.
"Why would I be mad, honey?"
"I got two more moles removed." The admission makes you pull back and give Jake a weary suspicious glare.
"Have you not been wearing sunscreen again?"
"No, I've been wearing sunscreen ever since you told me about it, I promise. The Doc just asked about one of them and wanted to do a biopsy. So, I said he might as well just take them all off while he was at it."
"And?"
"Everything came back benign. Nothing to really worry about, Sugar."
"I always worry about you, Jakers." You sigh with relief and kiss that scar again, enjoying the feeling of having your head pillowed on his arm.
"I know, I'm sorry." Jake whispers back. You wish he had just left it as I know.
"I don't want to make you worse, Jake."
"You don't make me worse. I am worse, no one has ever inspired me to act quite as selfishly as you have. I don't even know how to wholly be anymore without you."
"I just want to make things better for you."
Jake groans quietly, "Maybe someday it will finally click that you make everything better. That you are stunning, and gorgeous, and just over all the best."
"We could clear cut a forest, and not find a single tree that's sappier than you Jake." It inspires a quirk of his lips but not the laugh you were hoping for.
"You are probably right," is all Jake says back, continuing to trace shapes into your skin. It's quiet for a long time as you two just exist together, coming down from the emotional turmoil of the night.
Eventually, You ask, "Jake, where are you?"
"I don't know. I don't know, Sugar," He sighs and tilts his head back letting out an exhausted breath.
"Are you in the clouds?" You ask. He thinks before shaking his head no.
"Are you on the ocean?"
He feels the water around him briefly then settles his hands on your skin again. "It doesn't appear so."
"Are you on base?"
"No."
"So, where are you?"
"I know I'm here with you sugar, it just doesn't feel real." Jake answers.
You examine him closely from his wet hair to the defined muscles of his shoulders and neck. How much muscle Jake gained deployment almost pushed him into a category you would describe as too buff, but not actually going over the edge. As you trace the shape of his face you can easily identify what one of the problems is.
"You are being suffocated," you tell him as your fingers trace up his cheeks and around through his hair there.
"Why do you have a beard Jake?" You ask in a gentle curious tone.
"I don't have to shave until I go back to work."
"You should shave sooner," You say encouragingly.
"Too tired," Jake says, stretching out one of his legs in the water.
"Do you want help?"
"You want to give me a shave, sugar?"
"I'd be willing to give it a go if you feel like it would help," you answer plainly. He thinks about it before nodding.
"It would."
That's all you need to hear before you are stepping out of the bath. Immediately you hate how the wet material of your shirt clings to your skin. So, you quickly rip it off and throw it into the shower. Jake groans behind you and you point a finger back at him while grabbing fresh towels and Jake's shaving kit from beside the sink.
"It's nothing you haven't seen and you can control yourself," you chastise him.
"But you are so fucking beautiful," Jake groans making absolutely no effort to hide the way his eyes trace over your body.
"You were two minutes from falling asleep."
"That was before," Jake whines as you come back to the bath and he sees you in even more detail.
You set the shaving kit to the side within easy reach and settle yourself back into the water. You sit so your bare chest is pressed against his. This makes Jake close his eyes throwing his head back whispering a quiet "Fuck."
When his eyes open again, they are slightly dilated with lust. It makes you smile at him whispering, "hi there."
"Hi," he breaths back.
"Hi," you say again, smiling wider. Jake can't stop himself from smiling as well, lips drawn upwards. His hands trace up your bare sides and you give him a small glare. Grabbing his chin you tilt his head back once more.
"Yup, hold yourself just like that," You tell him, pausing to make sure he doesn't move. You start to lather up some shaving cream spreading it along this neck.
"Have you shaved someone else before?" Jake questions.
"Not really. So, you might want to give me pointers. I don't want to cut your pretty face." You answer with a teasing tone.
Jake hums in acknowledgement thinking for a long moment. Then he starts to detail the intricate shaving ritual he normally keeps. You follow each one of the steps. It's a slow process, shaving him. You are worried that you will cut him or make some other mistake in the process. Jake isn't hesitant or shy about giving you sweet and gentle encouragement.
Finally, Jake's face is free of hair again. You help wipe away the remaining product, and dab on the aftershave in his kit you brought over. Jake winces but gives you a tentative smile when you stare at him examining your work. You smile back softly, setting things down that are in your way, feeling relieved to be done.
The two of you finish your bath before getting out and drying off. Wrapping a towel around yourself, you head back to your room changing and settling into bed. Jake follows not long after in a pair of comfy pants and a soft muscle shirt. He asks if he can join you in bed even though you already pulled the covers back while waiting for him.
Jake takes a bit of shifting to get comfortable until he is laying on his side facing you, meeting your gaze as you shift to see him better. You lift a hand to cup his face enjoying the fresh smooth skin there.
"Ah, there he is," you say with a soft sigh. The lines of Hangman's face are prominent and easy to follow again. A tear spills from Jake's eye and you push it away gently. Leaning forwards Jake angles his lips to barely brush over yours before he pulls back.
"Please?" You ask him, going to follow his lips for more.
"I don't think we should," Jake responds and snuggles his face into your neck to avoid the temptation of your lips.
"But we fit. We fit perfectly," you whisper.
"That's exactly the problem," Jake answers. "I won't do wrong by you again. And that means I don't want to rush anything. Are you in a hurry?"
"Does that have a timeline?" You ask, ignoring your frustration.
"It does in a general sense."
"Care to share?"
"Sure," Jake mutters tiredly into your neck. "I think it's been going for a while. Right?"
"That's right," You answer, letting your hand drift into his long hair. It is almost all the way dry now and fluffy. He had a haircut scheduled before he started work again leaving you only a few days left to savor this. His eyes close, and a small smile graces his face. With a gentle scratch of your nails against his scalp a tiny whine tumbles out of him. Jake seems too tired to care anymore. His nose just nuzzles your neck, and he places a tiny kiss there. You sigh, and resume playing with the silky strands.
"And how long before we have it all figured out, Honey?" You ask.
"As I see it, the rest of our lives. So, give or take sixty-ish more years."
"We are making it the long haul huh?"
"Yes, Ma'am. We will, so there's absolutely no reason to start at a sprint."
"I thought you had a need for speed." You tell him teasingly.
Jake huffs into your neck, sucking in a deep breath he blows it out slowly tickling your skin. "I have a great comeback for that."
"Oh really?"
He hums in affirmation. Then he sleepily manages to crack an eye open and looks at you, while he mumbles, "But I am a sleepy boy. Wait, no… a sleepy man"
You chuckle and kiss Jake's forehead. "Goodnight, sleepy boy"
"Sleepy man," he tries to correct you, but the words are hardly coherent. It takes less than five minutes before Jake is fully asleep, and you aren't far off yourself. Jake is so warm, and itis so easy to match your breaths with his deep even ones. Falling into a dream where you spend sixty years with Jake, even there in your dream you realize that still might not be enough.
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Read the rest of this chapter on AO3. Sorry again, Tumblr wouldn't let me put it all here (and that it's so long). My first reblog of this here on Tumblr has the other half as well.
#jake seresin x reader#hangman x reader#house we share#jake seresin x you#hangman x you#gci3#good comes in 3
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The Honk Zone presents: July Kinkfest, a multifandom prompt list
A D/s and kink themed prompt fest for July. Use it however you like. Any fandom, any pairing, any rating, any medium. Pick one of the prompts for the day or combine them and create something for it. Use the prompts as jumping off points or play them straight. You make your own rules. Use the tag #julykinkfest2023 if you'd like to tag us in.
You are also welcome to post to the AO3 collection july_kinkfest.
Fest run by @beholdme and @reallyintoscience. DM either of us or reply to the post if you have questions!
Prompts below the readmore:
Bonus prompt: SpunkelCouchen (sex on a green velvet sofa)
1 - Begging | Degradation | “You have to tell me what you want.”
2 - Edging | Comeslut | “Show me what’s in your bedside drawer.”
3 - Biting | Restraints | “How do you feel about a threesome?”
4 - Possessive Sex | Body Worship | “I had a dream about you.”
5 - Exhibitionism | Aftercare | “I’ve always wanted to try this.”
6 - Praise Kink | Bruises | “Anyone could walk by and see what a little slut you’re being right now.”
7 - Blood Kink | Omega in Heat | “What have you been up to without me?”
8 - Piercings and Tattoos | Desperate Sex | “I’m going to take care of you.”
9 - Denial | Roleplay | "Careful darling. You're this close to being pinned against the wall until you beg forgiveness."
10 - Double Penetration | Phone Sex/Sexting | “Be a good boy/girl for me now.”
11 - Temperature Play| Kink Discovery | “I want you to be loud for me.”
12 - Voyeurism | Pillow Princess | “I know you like it rough but I'm not going to damage you.”
13 - Weapons Kink | Aggressive Omega | “Show me how you like to touch yourself.”
14 - Breeding Kink | Confession | “I want to dress you up.”
15 - Public Claiming | Bondage | “How do you want it?”
16 - Deepthroating | Painslut | “Can you be good for me, or do I need to tie you up?”
17 - Free Use | Alpha/Alpha | “I trust you.”
18 - Impact Play | Chastity Devices | “I want to try something new.”
19 - Virginity Kink | Scene Negotiation | “You’re perfect for me.”
20 - Lingerie | Domming from the Bottom | “We need to leave right now.”
21 - Choking | Service Top | “We’ll take it slow until you’re ready.”
22 - Thigh Riding | Subspace | “I’m going to ruin you.”
23 - Object Insertion | Omega/Omega | “It’s so sweet when you beg for me.”
24 - Cockwarming | Punishment | “Can you do that for me, darling?”
25 - Slutpraising | Service Sub / Acts of Service | “You know how much I enjoy being tossed around.”
26 - Public Sex | Masochism | “Would you wear it for me?”
27 - Overstimulation | Subdrop / Domdrop | “Get on your knees for me.”
28 - Safe Words | Sex Toys | “I need you to be as quiet as possible.”
29 - Collaring | Alpha in Rut | “Are you just planning to watch, or are you going to join in?”
30 - Sensory Deprivation | Sadism | “Baby, I need you to…”
31 - Size Kink | Partially Clothed | “I like your marks.”
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Fuck it Friday tagged by @panbuckley thank you very much 😊
Thought I might as well share something this is a fic I’ve kinda abandoned but was thinking of picking up and adapting a bit - Buck books a weekend break for him and his boys but there’s a mix up - guess how many beds were dealing with here. Context- there’s checking in …
Buck’s initial delight has worn off a little because he has a problem and not an insubstantial one either.
Apparently there's been a misunderstanding.
They can’t find his booking, nothing booked for Evan Buckley, the woman is confused until he hands over his confirmation number then she smiles, and says “ah yes, here it is.” and Buck relaxes.
Our family suite is ready for you Mr Diaz. Eddie, standing next to him, looks round and Buck says “no, it should be booked under Buckley?”
The woman looks confused, “Um no I have the booking but it’s for a Mr Evan and Mr Edmundo Diaz and a Christopher Diaz. One double with an adjoining room? That's right isn’t it?”
She looks hopeful and Buck doesn’t know what to say, he’s mortified, that’s not what he’d booked, not the names he’d entered, he’s sure of it. The only thought in his head is what must Eddie be thinking. He’s not going to be happy. He turns to say sorry to him, before explaining the mistake to the hotel staff when Eddie steps forward with one of his more charming smiles on his face and speaks directly to the concierge.
“Yes that’s perfect thank you, you’ll have to forgive Evan here, he’s not been a Diaz for very long, he still forgets sometimes.”
Buck’s brain stops working, maybe he’s hit his head, he doesn’t remember doing it but that might just be another sign of a recent head injury. It’s the only explanation for what he thinks he’s just heard.
The woman behind the desk however is delighted, Eddie’s remark has been greeted by a beaming smile “oh are you newlyweds? That’s adorable. I’ll make a note. See what we can do to make your stay extra special.”
Eddie’s smile widens, he neither confirms or denies her assumption that they’re married.
Buck still hasn’t said anything, shocked at the recent turn of events and the warmth of Eddie’s hand that has somehow found it’s way to the small of his back.
He can’t imagine what Eddie’s thinking.
Tagging anyone who’d like to share, tag me in I’d love to see what you’re doing @rogerzsteven @shortsighted-owl @like-the-rest-of-la @jobairdxx @thekristen999 @hippolotamus @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @buddierights @littlebitofdiaz @buddiearemydads @cowboy-buddie @heartbeatdiaz @monsterrae1 @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @bekkachaos @megsvstheworld @alyxmastershipper
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Toby Character Headcanons
So I was tagged with a list of questions for me to answer that I reblogged, and while none of them were sent in my inbox, I still wanted to answer some cause they were really interesting.
Trigger Warning: I do talk about how abuse has affected Toby and how it has left some long lasting scars mentally and emotionally speaking. Not all of the headcanons are like that though, just be cautious. Nothing too in detail but can be uncomfortable
Clothing style
Toby’s style is like mixing grunge with cottagecore (goblincore is what it’s usually called). He likes his knitted sweaters and earthy tones, but at the same time he enjoyes ripped jeans and chunky black boots that can basically double as a weapon.
Eating Habits
Toby has a massive appetite. You will always catch him with a snack in his hands or complaining that he’s hungry despite having eaten a full meal not ten minutes ago. He just really likes food, and people in the house know to give him an extra serving for dinner
Hobbies
Music is more of a passion so tinkering around and making little gadgets is probably his number one hobby. He mainly likes to make things that blow up. Other general hobbies he has are cooking, hiking, uhhhh arson, and drawing
Fighting Style
He’s fully aware that he’s not the strongest or fastest or even has the most endurance, but Toby is extremely clever and crafty. He thinks way outside of the box and relies heavily on all of his odd little gadgets and inventions to surprise an enemy like smoke bombs, traps, loud fire crackers, you name it. He is an unpredictable fighter because you’ll never know what he has up his sleeves, and the surprise is something he will very much use against you. Not to mention that when he’s stuck in a sticky situation, he’s really good at coming up with on the spot plans that will get him out of trouble.
Ways he says I love you
Well, he will just say it. Toby won’t shy away from using the L word on anyone he even mildly likes. Though another way he shows it is through encouraging his loved ones to take care of themselves. He will make sure you eat properly, sleep well, take your meds, etc. Also hugs, Toby is a hugger.
Introvert or Extrovert
Extrovert, which surprised him when he realized it. Toby thought he was introverted for the longest time when in reality he was just dealing with a lot of nasty people who made him feel unsafe. Being alone felt safer, but at the same time it made him miserable because he naturally gains more energy with good people around. Ending up in the manor was the best thing to happen to him because now he has buddies he can spend time with like all the time.
Religious or Non-religious?
Complicated as fuck. He was raised Christian only to kind of despise organized religions as a whole. He would say he’s an atheist if he didn’t live with a literal moon god (Ben), so now he just has a beef with gods in general (Except Ben, they’re chill). Basically he thinks about how if these beings really are all powerful, all kind, all forgiving and omniscient and good then why the fuck did none of them help him? Why did it reach a point where he killed his own father? Why was he never saved? Basically, the idea of there being a higher power gets him in a bitter mood. Best to avoid the subject altogether.
Something he could never forgive.
Toby is generally a forgiving person but the one thing he could never forgive is when someone takes advantage of the kindness he is willing to give. Classmates did it in school as a way to bully him, and his dad would sometimes guilt trip favors out of him (usually to sneak him more beer, which will end up biting Toby in the ass when facing his drunk dad later on). Just the general act of trying to manipulate Toby, knowing they can toy with the heart he wears on his sleeve, is enough for him to want that person dead.
Something that scares him.
For the small, irrational fear; Toby is afraid of the dark. It’s just a childhood fear that he never really got over. It’s fine if he’s with someone but being alone in the dark will put him in fight or flight mode. For the bigger existential shit: dreads the idea of everyone secretly hating him. His own father and peers have created this idea in Toby’s mind that there is nothing good about him. That his own existence is nothing but a burden on others, so there’s always this fear that his friends and even his own boyfriend don’t actually like him and that it’s all a front. He knows that realistically that’s not true, but it’s hard fighting against a toxic mindset that was pushed into his brain at such a young age.
Did he grow up too fast?
No, thankfully. It was Lyra who had to grow up too fast. Connie did her best, she really did, but there have been a lot of times where it was Lyra who had to care for Toby. Especially after really bad nights where their dad thought having one more bottle wouldn’t be a problem. Toby was unlucky enough to have been surrounded by people that were cruel to him, but thanks to Lyra and his mom he at least was able to be a kid from time to time.
#creepypasta#creepypasta fandom#creepypasta headcanon#ticci toby#toby rogers#lyra rogers#ben drowned#they’re mentioned so it counts lol#headcanons
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Forgive Me Father, For I Have Sinned
Pairing: Lee Minhyuk x Reader
Genre: Smut
Warnings: priest!minhyuk, priest kink, fingering, spanking, oral (both receiving) unprotected sex, anal, cum eating, creampie
Rating: R
Word Count: 4.7k
Summary: Y/N only knew of one Priest who would help her get rid of her sins on such short notice.
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The beautiful home sat tall and strong, almost beckoning anyone to come forth if they dared. Now wasn’t the time to run from this place. She had to go in and confess her sins to the man just beyond the door. She had done far too much over the past week alone, which caused worry that not even the Lord himself would forgive her.
The walk up the driveway seemed to stretch forever, but in reality, it was no more than ten seconds before she found herself in front of the handsome, double wooden doors. Her heart pounded like a war drum in her chest. Should she retreat into the inviting shadows, allow her wrongdoings to entirely consume her, and leave her wavering on the edge? The question danced in her mind, tugging at her resolve’s ratty fabric. While a part of her trembled at the thought of such brutal honesty, she shook her head, dismissing the cowardly thoughts.
No. It was not an option. Inhaling a deep, shaky breath, she fixed her gaze on the towering wooden doors. She must step into the heart of her redemption, bear her soul to the heat of judgment, and plead to be bathed in the balm of divine forgiveness.
She had to go in and ask to be forgiven.
She couldn’t stand another sleepless night. So she moved forward, opening the beautiful wooden door. The home was silent and empty beside a male who sat on the couch in the middle of his living room. His attention didn’t falter when the door opened. Instead, he continued with his reading.
“Excuse me?” She cleared her throat, attempting to catch his attention. Beautiful brown eyes caught hers with ease. She swore her heart skipped a bit. She’s heard so many stories about this place. This home, his home. How can he save even the person who was practically drowning in sin?
But her mind raced down a dark path. It was far too fast for her to stop it. She couldn’t allow it to go anymore.
“May I help you, miss?” Concern creased his brow as he gestured for her to enter. Her feet seemed to move on their own, maintaining a slow and hesitant pace. As she approached him, she couldn’t help but marvel at the house’s elegance. The decorated windows refracting a rainbow of hues, the high, vaulted ceilings, and the countless rows of framed pictures, each one recounting its own tale, dominated the grand space. She nearly swallowed her gasp, absorbed by the array of memories etched in each frame. “Miss?”
“I—I apologize,” she mumbled, her eyes downcast, unable to meet his sharp gaze. Her heart pounded frantically against her ribs, a sign of her escalating emotions. Through a trembling internal haze, she noted just how close he had got to her — close enough for her to be swept up in his aura and to sense, with startling vividness, every line etched on his face. “It was my hope,” she continued, her voice barely a whisper, thick with remorse, “that I could seek refuge here, that perhaps my sins might be forgiven.”
He gave her a soft smile as he closed his book. His eyes were so brown and pure compared to her own. Hers screamed how corrupt she was. How deep into sin she allowed herself to fall. She found herself in a disgusting pit, surrounded by sin. She wasn’t sure she could be saved.
She might have been a goner.
“All sins can be forgiven.” He gestured for her to stand before him, which she did with such hesitance. He gave her a comforting smile and a small nod. “Kneel before me.”
She stood still, momentarily hesitant, as she eyed his face for a sign to run. Anything. When she noted his comforting smile never changed, she listened to him.
“Tell me, child,” He took a moment to glance at her before looking up at the ceiling in thought. “What have you done to make God frown upon you?”
“Greed,” she began, her voice barely more than a whisper as a flush of embarrassment quickly painted her face a vivid scarlet. Then she paused, taking a moment to clear her throat before she continued, “I’ve offered false testimony… lied, stolen, disrespected His sacred name, and fallen prey to my own envy, among other things.”
She could feel his eyes on her and wondered if he wanted to judge her. Her list was long. It had been far too long, so maybe she had already confirmed her spot in hell. His silence made her feel uneasy. It made her squirm as he turned to the cross, letting out a small chant.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I’d do anything to get back into his good graciousness.” She looked at him with pleading eyes. With how he looked at her, she was unsure if she could. She was worried there was not a chance for her to be saved.
“It does seem overwhelming,” he admitted, clearing his throat as his gaze averted momentarily. She watched him silently as he shut his eyes, seemingly gathering his composure. Then he swiveled back towards her, his decision set. “We must cleanse you of these sins as soon as possible. The longer we wait, the more that must be done.”
His statement hung heavily in the air, punctuated by a palpable silence. She felt a jolt of worry, a current of dread coursing through her veins. She gulped quietly, feeling the weight of her sins pressing down on her. But despite her hesitation, a part of her understood. She readied herself with his words echoing in her head, nodding slowly. She was ready to face the consequences, no matter how daunting they appeared.
With a slight gleam of approval in his eyes, he smiled reassuringly. “Come on,” he prompted, patting his knee with a surprising gentleness, “Ass up.” His words, a strange mix of stern command and understated compassion, nudged her slowly toward her imminent redemption.
She almost choked on her spit at his words, “E-Excuse me?”
“You must be punished for your sins so I can help you start a new chapter. So please make this easy for me so I can help clear you over your sins.”
“Is this really necessary, Father…”
“Father Lee. And it is. It’s your first step in becoming a new person.”
Pausing briefly to collect her thoughts, she reflected upon the depth of her current predicament. It seemed only fitting to see it through to the end. Listening to his command, she positioned herself over his knees, her body exposed in this vulnerable state. When the first resounding smack echoed against the hallowed house walls, she couldn’t suppress the sharp hiss that escaped her lips, the sting of it all bordering on tear-inducing.
In the almost silent home, the man’s muffled murmurs mixed with the sounds of additional slaps gracing her skin. This fiery sensation was a novelty, each slap carving a fresh imprint onto her already singed skin. After the initial count reached five, she battled with an unexpected feeling. The warmth coursing through her lower half brought a surge of arousal, a sensual moistness awakening a dormant desire. This sacred confession had inadvertently morphed into a journey of self-discovery, with her body reacting in ways she’d never expected.
“P-Please.” She wasn’t sure what she was even begging for anymore. The stinging was sending unknown pleasures throughout her body. She craved more, and she absolutely hated it. She was here to be forgiven, not to act like a slut horny for more. But she couldn’t help it. Her body was screaming for more, completely used to the sting.
“What was that?” He hummed, rubbing her ass. His voice was husky as he turned to look at her jeaned-covered ass. “Could it be,” he ventured, his voice a low, tantalizing rumble that made her heart flutter, “that it’s not your own sound begging for more, but the consuming wicked want within you, begging to draw out this confession?” His inquiry, cloaked in suggestive undercurrents, bathed the cathedral in a layer of intoxicating audaciousness, washing over her like a sinful benediction. “God wouldn’t want a whore in my home, now, would he? The one I Christened so well? And you come in here and put filth all over it. Is that what you want?”
“No.” she gasped, her breath hitching as he unbuckled her jeans. His eyebrow arched noticeably as his fingers brushed against the soaked fabric of her scarlet underwear.
“Well, isn’t this a surprise,” he drawled, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Did my discipline work you up to this extent?” Uncertainty coursed through her, struggling to decipher if he was disgusted by her arousal or intrigued by it. She was helpless against her body’s reactions. “What did we discuss about lustful behavior?”
She barely gasped as one of his fingers plunged into her without warning. “Depraved,” he growled out, a tone that held both reprimand and a hint of pleasure. Ignoring her attempts to muffle her escalating moans, he scoffed lightly before adding another digit. Her body convulsed forward with each relentless, rough thrust of his fingers. “A wanton display, even beyond my reach,” he murmured, his words laced with regret and a touch of wicked delight. “And you want to be saved so badly.”
“I-I’m sorry,” She whimpered, all pretense of reverence lost under the icy stare of the man receiving her confession. His fingers were weaving an intoxicating spell, each masterful stroke sending her jolts of pleasure. Her entire body was aflame with desire, blurring the line between pleasure and sin. Briefly, she found herself contemplating whether the devil himself would reserve her a spot in hell; it felt almost like a certainty now.
“You’re sorry? Hardly,” he murmured, amusement lacing his tone, “You’re on the brink, ready cum all over my fingers like a filthy whore. Saving seems a fleeting dream now, doesn’t it?” His words, spoken so soft yet cutting through her like a hot knife, were underscored by another crisp slap against her ass. She uttered a sharp cry when his fingers abandoned her, leaving her on the cusp of an epiphany she had not yet granted. “I don’t think a filthy whore like you can be saved.”
His words, feather-soft but slicing through her like a blade, were punctuated by another stinging slap against ass. She writhed where she lay, letting out a keening moan when his fingers cruelly withdrew, which was already aching with her denied climax. The irresistible torment was almost unbearable. Longing for relief, she whimpered, staring back at him through tear-filled eyes, her body crying out for the next installment of their sinful exchange.
“On your knees,” he commanded. Obediently, she slipped from his lap and knelt before him, her gaze straying upward as he rose to his full height. The wickedness of his hard-on, stark against the fabric of his trousers, was a sight to see. She hadn’t realized how he’d been affected when she sat on his lap, too entangled in her heady pleasure. His dick was hard, a bead of pre-cum gathering at the tip. She looked up at him, a silent question glimmering in her eyes: How would her sucking his hard cock cleanse her? But he didn’t provide an answer. No sooner had she parted her lips to voice her question than he plunged his throbbing length into the soft deepness of her mouth, his fingers lacing through her hair, guiding her along his journey as he dived deeper into her throat, eliciting choked noises.
“Damn…” He groaned lowly, utilizing her hot mouth as an unholy altar.
Panting heavily, she aimed to regain her breath, but it seemed he wouldn’t permit her such a break. Her mouth was his playground - his to destroy as he pleased. And all she could do was kneel obediently, hoping somehow, this act could atone for her sins. Through wet, lashed eyes, she glimpsed him, head thrown back in ecstasy, lips bitten in an enticing display of lust. This sight alone sparked a wave of desire that washed over her, a dying need to touch herself. But just as her hands started wandering down her body…
“Divinity shuns those who indulge themselves,” He rasped, his previously shut eyes now bearing into her, cold brown eyes reprimanding her removed fingers. “You seek atonement, don’t you?” His words, muffled by his heaving breaths, made it hard for her to retort. “I’m merely cleansing all the deceit from your tainted lips.”
Even amidst his speech, his relentless assault on her mouth didn’t cease, small grunts escaping his clenched teeth each time his length delved deeper into her throat. His mutterings left her unsure if he was whispering silent prayers or merely singing her praises under his breath.
His fervor was a sacred and profane ritual, an unhallowed symphony of sin intertwined with her willing surrender, underlined by the rhythmic request of his carnal pleasure. Fucked as she was, she tasted the rush of warmth flooding her mouth as he jerked within it. The suddenness of his release caught her off-guard, leaving a bitter aftertaste of sin and satisfaction.
“Swallow it, every drop,” His eyes, once a soft chestnut, had transformed into a darker, molten hue. He guided her up with sharp motions until she was leaned against the couch armrest.
“For the finale, darling, you must behave,” he crooned, his voice a sinful brew of command and temptation. Her acknowledgment came as a meek nod, her thighs trembling from anticipation as she felt the insistent prod of his now hard-on at her entrance. He slid into her with agonizing slowness, halting midway - a tormenting tease designed to test her patience, her body.
“Please…” Her plea was a desperate whisper, eyes welling up with pent-up need. Was he getting himself off someone from making her beg, from keeping her dangling on the edge of relief? Her body thrummed with an intensity she had never known, desperate for release for him.
“Gospels command patience. Shouldn’t you do the same?”
“Father Lee…” She attempted to grind her hips, her body yearning for friction, for him – but he stopped her moving. Sanity threatened to abandon her as she was consumed by the spiraling whirlpool of need. His grip tightened, jerking her gaze to meet the decorative wall before her. She counted each agonizingly slow heartbeat, silently begging for him to move, for him to grant her the pleasure she was painfully seeking. The silence was only broken by their panting breaths, time slowly drifting away while they were soaked in their wicked violation and the sacred silence of the home.
“Beggers find no mercy,” His voice was carnally set, a vulnerable undertone threatening to fracture into lustful musings. “Even those who wriggle and writhe denied their anticipated erotic pleasure.”
His hand landed a sharp spank on her ass, eliciting an intoxicating cry from her lips. The sting of recollection blossomed a new, urging her neediness to spiral. Yet, she maintained her silence, mesmerized by each detail of the photos on the wall. As if her prayer was answered, he ruthlessly thrust himself into her cunt with a force that threatened her grip on the soft couch. His rhythm was brutal, starkly differing with his iron grip on her waist.
“D-Damn…” Her whimpers laced the unholy atmosphere but were never ignored. Instead, his fingers twisted in her hair again, compelling her to keep her gaze fixed ahead of her. An odd sense of gratitude surged through her – for the ethereal aura radiating from the family portraits adorning the walls. These portraits had curiously paved the way for her encounter with this captivating tormentor of a man with a relentless hold over her senses. He was leading her down the path of unspoken pleasure with an intensity that overlooked anything. With each relentless thrust, her lips participated in prayers that acknowledged her gratefulness.
He was merciless, granting her no time to become accustomed to the invasive feeling of him inside her. It felt like an enchanting form of punishment, the relentless anticipation he’d brewed now subdued by his vigorous thrusts alone. His low groans filled her ears, killing her ability to maintain coherent thought, especially as his hand landed a firm spank on her already sensitive ass. If this path of sinfulness promised her the completion of absolute pleasure, she’d willingly sacrifice her devotion again and again.
A surge of heat threatened to overwhelm her again in what felt like the umpteenth climax within an hour. She climbed to ecstasy, rocking very close on the brink of her release. With a level of quickness that irked her, he sensed her impending explosion and abruptly halted his thrusts. The abrupt end drew a strangled cry from her lips, her mind darting towards violent fantasies against her tormentor.
“Did you say your prayers?” He mocked, a devilish grin on his features.
“With God as my witness-”
“A tut, tut for you,” His hand kneaded her ass, drawing a growl from her. “Appreciation must be offered for the pleasure received. For his sinful generosity. Are you showing gratitude, my dear?”
“Yes.” She squeaked, her teeth biting her lower lip to suppress her cries.
“Where was I?” He murmured, returning to his punishing rhythm. A strangled yelp passed her lips when his fingers danced over her clit. She was on the brink, dangerously close to her release. Then she spiraled into ecstasy with one brutal lash of his hips.
Her fingers dug into the couch with such ferocity that they imprinted on her skin. Pleasured trembles wracked her frame as the floodgates of ecstasy broke, rendering her speechless. Amid her climax, she could barely muster the strength to remain upright, relying almost entirely on his iron-like grip. His own release soon followed, filling her way beyond her grasp.
Her wail echoed within the sacred walls when he withdrew, leaving her empty and craving more. But her pleas quickly morphed into curses as he shuffled her around, presenting her ass to him. Without warning, he entered.
“W-what-”
“Shhh.” He hushed her as he pushed deeper into her uncharted territory.
Pain bounced like lightning through her body, compelling her to plead. “Father Lee,” she whimpered, tears glistening as she turned back and stared at him. However, something sinful inside her began to stir once more at the sight of his swollen cock sliding in and out of her ass, aided by the sight of his cum covered cock.
It was a peculiar sensation, a blend of agony and pleasure that left her breathless. Despite her initial protest, she found herself spiraling closer toward another climax – a testament to his sinful touch.
“Touch yourself. Don’t let my cum I gave you drip anymore out of your pretty pussy and down your legs.” he commanded, his voice a sinful rumble.
Realizing her shameless act sent quick shivers of strange delight through her. Her fingers entered her wet cunt, eagerly trying to collect and keep every drop of him from her previous climactic episode. The edge of euphoria was near, so close within reach. Her touch was not a patch on his expert strokes, but they did their sensual dance, driving her wild.
The whimpers and murmured pleas that escaped her painted the room with sinful tones of pleasure. His ongoing relentless thrusts sent her skin ablaze; each movement drew her closer to the brink. Her wails amplified as the second wave of orgasm washed over her, deafening every other sense. She barely felt his position change, shifting to kneel behind her, his eager lips instantly making contact with her dripping cunt.
A gasp ripped through her as his sinful tongue lapped their combined cum. His thick digits invaded her moist cunt, the sensation magnified tenfold compared to her own as he repeated his previous rhythm. His forceful grip kept her pressed against the arm of the couch. The wave of explosive pleasure tingling every nerve made her body radiate heat, on the verge of a shattering climax. Her already clouded senses were drowned further into an abyss at the sight of his penetrating gaze landing on her, the lewd slurping sounds making her crave more. A twist of his fingers wrung choked sobs from her.
She felt her coherent self-fragmenting on the cusp of the third wave of tremors. Her eyes clamped shut as a resounding cry tore through her once more. Not merely a climax, but a gushing release, overwhelming her senses. Her flushed face radiated heat, light-headedness seeping in. Faint kisses scattered along her sensitive thighs brought her back from her daze. Facing his now-standing figure, he flashed an endearing smile before leaning in for a hot, fervid kiss, a taste of their shared indulgence, a potent reminder of her sin.
Drawing back slightly, he cradled her face, his gaze lingering over her rosy, swollen lips and parted mouth, still gasping for air. His fingers traced a path down her flushed skin until they reached her neck, feeling her pulse hammering against his fingertips under the delicate skin. He smirked at her, his eyes glinting with unshielded admiration and satisfaction.
“You were spectacular,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, his words laced with implicit desire.
Her heart hammered in her chest as his words washed over her, the undertones of pure lust driving her wild even after the relentless tides of pleasure had ostensibly drained her. She swallowed hard as his thumb grazed her bottom lip, her breath hitching.
“On your knees, love.” he commanded, his tone gentle but with a hint of undeniable authority. His swollen cock was already growing hard once more, twitching in anticipation of what would come next.
Her body obeyed his command without a second thought, her slippery descent to the cold wooden floor teasing the oversensitized skin between her thighs, reminding her of their shared momentum. Although spent, her body tingled with renewed desire. Eyes locked on his hardened cock, she obeyed, ready to indulge in him again.
Her hands were falling on his naked thighs, feeling the taut muscles twitch under her touch, the irresistible texture of his skin making her feel dizzy with desire. With her head tilted up, her eyes met his, and the intensity of his gaze made her heart skip a beat.
Slowly, she stretched out her tongue, connecting with the veined length. The first contact drew a hissed breath from him, and his body tensed. Evidence of their previous lovemaking provided a slick slide for her fingers as she gingerly curled them around him and began to stroke.
Tasting him in her mouth was heaven and hell combined— addictive, dangerous. A shiver of anticipation ran through her body as she realized the control she walked on a knife edge. His groans, the tenseness in his legs, the throbbing pulse beneath her touch, all seemed to suggest that he might lose control.
Her hand moved in rhythm with her mouth, lost in the bliss of her desire, licking and tasting her way down his cock. The intoxicating smell of musk, overlaid with their shared scent, filled her air, rendering her senses into a heightened frenzy.
Her pulse quickened at the rasping groan that unraveled from his lips; it was like the sweetest sin. Letting her gaze rise to meet his, she was met with a look of raw desire, the sight a more potent aphrodisiac than any other.
Caught in the passion of earthly pleasure, his once-controlled composure wavered, breaking the tenor of his character. He let out a raspy growl so powerful it was a sin on its own. Locking his gaze with hers, he let the mask of control drop, revealing a raw longing that sent her pulse racing.
Shrouded in ecstasy, he gasped, “God, you’re good… Too damn good,” his tones layered with sinful gratification, evident of the pleasure she was giving him. “Don’t stop.”
His cock in her mouth, throbbing and twitching was a testament to the pleasure that was building, and the urgency in his tone as he gasped out her name only served to push her further. Her senses were bathed in him, in them, making every sound that came from him feel louder.
An intoxicating feedback, where every groan or sharp intake of breath from him sent electric and torturous waves of need coursing through her. The subtle scrape of her teeth along his hard cock forced a guttural growl from his chest, compelling her to a quick pace.
Her tongue swirled around his tip, leisurely tracing the veins along his cock. At the same time, her fingers danced over the base of his dick, teasing him unmercifully.
With each lap of her tongue, each stroke of her hand, the dam of his restraint began to fracture further. He was on the cusp of cumming, a push she was mercilessly intent on sending him over. She could taste his approaching release on her tongue— a salty promise that encouraged her to delve even deeper, to push the looming edge into a purging plummet. The intensity of his gaze bore into her, the mixture of need, longing, and sheer raw desire, etching an invisible contract of surrender.
Coherent words evaded him, replaced by a string of incoherent mewls, moans, and gasps. His primal sounds echoed within the room, becoming a testament to the needy pleasure she was producing. Supported by his loss of control, she continued her rhythmic dance with his cock, expert strokes designed to drive him to insanity.
His hands tangled in her hair gave a harsh yank, evoking a moan from her that resounded against him, the vibrations adding an entirely new dimension to his pleasure. It was a power play— an exquisite balancing act between authority and submission, and one she relished in fervently.
With a final, fervent stroke of her tongue, his hips bucked into her mouth. His growl echoed through the room, his eyes screwed shut as he succumbed to the overwhelming tide of pleasure. Without breaking his gaze, she swallowed his cum with a smirk of satisfaction.
Her tongue traced a final, potent path along his length, eliciting a violent thrust from his hips that nearly disjointed him from the floor beneath. His growl ricocheted off the walls, his eyelids clamping shut as he yielded to the formidable surge of bliss. Yet, through his closed eyes, their connection remained unbroken, a tangible tether in the throes of shared ecstasy.
As he fell from his climax, his chest heaving, she released him, staring up at him through her lashes.
Falling down to sit on the couch, he looked at her through slightly hooded eyes, a post-sex haze still lingering. Minhyuk’s features softened into a tender, contented smile. His usually vibrant eyes were now drowsy and serene, reflecting a whole heart and brimming with happiness. Still, even in his satiety, he couldn’t completely suppress his typical, mischievous self.
Still panting lightly, he threw his head back against the plush cushion of the couch, his honey-toned skin aglow in the dim room.
“Phew, love, you sure know how to wear a man out.” He playfully chuckled, a sound that warmed her from the inside. The lighthearted teasing, and the enthusiasm of his personality shone through every word, adding an endearing charm to the still-charged atmosphere.
His gaze, now softened and relaxed, returned to her. He beckoned her over softly, opening his arms to warmly envelop her. As she tentatively moved, he wrapped her in a tight but comforting embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat a soothing lullaby.
Basking in the afterglow, Minhyuk lowered his gaze and found her eyes wandering over his figure. Grinning, he shook his head and muttered a soft, “You’re insatiable,” though his voice had no real reprimand. His fire had been momentarily satisfied, but the embers of desire still smoldered, ready to ignite once more at her slightest touch.
“And remember,” he mumbled, the words heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction. She watched as he sat up and blinked, the once previous tiredness now long gone as he smirked at her, his brown eyes laced with want and need, “We’ve only just begun. I still have so much cum to give you and so many other ideas to try. You might fall pregnant by the end of the night. Who knows.”
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RECOMe again?
The reader must navigate interacting with their fellow recoms despite having betrayed them as a human! Does anyone know their secret?
Chapter 1
Notes: Y/N (Your name), Y/LN (Your last name), na'vi dialogue in bold, fic will contain swearing, nsfw scenes in later chapters (I will warn specifically which ones), violence.
If there are any specific triggers people would like warned for let me know (^・ω・^ )
Eventual miles x reader, with some lyle x reader and zdog x reader
Tag list: @buzzing-honeybee @lazyassmermaid @secretflowerobservation
Chapter 2
You'd never liked the drop ships, so when Zdog said you looked pale it was easy to blame the sickness on that. Truthfully your stomach was doing flips, how could you possibly escape this? You had to find a way to sneak out of the group and find your way to Jake and the rest of them.
From intel shared by Quaritch after his meetings, both Jake and Norm were still about and causing major problems for the new settlements. You had no idea about anyone else, there'd been no mention of Max, Trudy or Grace.
Grace Augustine had been something of a mentor to you before. After you'd shown a great interest in her work, even picking up a lot of na'vi in your learning, she'd taken to you. The only grunt she could stand on her missions. She'd ruffled your hair joking how you were enough and she shouldn't have to take Lyle too. Lyle had teased you for being a nerd but never seemed to catch on to your changing alliances. You suppose he was too busy staring at your ass.
You'd caught him staring enough now that your theory was likely true. There was nothing accusatory or suspicious about his eyes as they raked across your form. He'd been flirtatious before, even sharing a heated kiss after a rough week but now after his brush with death it had been dialed up. You were finding it hard not to enjoy his attention, even if his pinches made you squeal embarrassingly. You were gonna have to abandon them all again but in the meantime you were enjoying getting to be friends with everyone again. It helped you feel more comfortable in your new skin to hear his appreciative whistles in the gym.
Zdog smacked his head gently on her way across the room.
"Down boy!" She smirked sitting herself between him and you. He and the Colonel were due to meet with General Ardmore to go over details before you'd all be sent out tomorrow. This would be your first chance to exit.
"You good y/n?" You caught her eye, her ears were tipped back and the light sting of anxiety caught your nose.
"Huh... yeah, just weird feelin." You gestured down to your new form, hoping that'd be explanation enough. Couldn't tell her you were feeling guilty about what you were gonna do. You'd even felt a pang of it for what you had done. Humans had no right to this place but they were planetless now. Maybe if they would learn to live with the na'vi you could forgive them but you still felt your heart side with the planet and its original inhabitants. She gripped your shoulder reassuringly, before getting back to working out.
You'd been glad to find no one else seemed to be picking up scents like you had. In fact you seemed to have drawn the short straw for it all. You're genetic mix had favoured the na'vi DNA leaving you with a higher neural whip and double fangs along with your heightened sense of smell. You still had five fingers like the other recoms but they seemed less in tune with their senses.
In the evening you were all brought in and assigned your groups for heading out. Zdog and Mansk had ended up in the other group but you'd be heading out with Lyle and Quaritch.
He'd caught your eye when he'd said your name. He'd been acting off since he woke up. You'd been in the machine before him and had a horrible feeling he remembered something you didn't. It didn't seem suspicious his attitude but he was definitely keeping a close watch on you.
Lyle caught up with you heading back to your quarters, slinging an arm across your shoulders.
"Excited to get back out there?" He grinned down at you. You'd always felt at ease with him, he held nothing back, no secrets kept to his chest. He was so unlike you in so many ways but he was so easy to talk to.
"Not especially." You admitted, he didn't need to know why and he'd never been one to press an issue.
"Aww don't worry buttercup, I got you!" He pulled you into his chest squeezing you against his chest. You stumbled to keep on your feet, laughter muffled in his pecks.
"Feeling better already!" You squirmed before deciding to blow raspberries against him. He laughed at the tickling feeling, letting you go. He ruffled your hair, hand lingering on the side of your face. You stared up at his half lidded eyes, considering him for a moment.
"I'm gonna hit the hay, see you at 0600." You skipped off before he could protest. You could enjoy him for now but you'd be cutting him off again soon, best not to get too involved.
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The forest air was thick, every breath felt heavy in your lungs and the air seemed to leave your skin slick and hair wet. You made your way carefully through the undergrowth, close to Quaritch as he'd ordered it.
It was a strange position for you. You were best in close combat, with your expertise in botany and medicine making you more back up than a lead. It'd been your knowledge of both human and na'vi medical care that'd scored you a place with the scientists missions before.
You felt your tail flick, your ears kept twitching. You wondered if he'd called you forward since you'd seemed so on edge. Lyle certainly made comment of it, grabbing your tail to still it, wicked smile plastered to his face. You couldn't help it, try as you might to calm down something felt off. You kept staring out into the bush, something was following, you were sure.
A crack of twigs and all heads swiveled to the noise, Quaritchs arm moving across your chest to shield you, pushing you lightly behind him. All guns raised as a small viper wolf pack came into view. They paused assessing the group before darting off. Quaritch relaxed, motioning to keep going. That watched feeling didn't leave you though.
Your squad bled into the clearing which held 'the shack'. You felt your heart jump into your throat at the scene. A felled AMP suit, vine and moss growing up and into the broken window. Quaritch ordered Lyle forward to help him with the data pad. This lightened your mood, chuckling remembering your leaders inability to use those things. In all the time working under him he'd never figured them out and would swear and grumble until you'd gently fix it leaning over his shoulder. He'd swear he didn't need your help and tug away from having you plastered to his back but he'd always look happy after your help.
You entered the shack through a window, climbing carefully to avoid broken glass. You'd been in here before, only being called up with Trudy a few times before things went wrong. One of the link beds was smashed and the other left open to the elements. Plants grew around the now tiny architecture of the building.
You spied a couple of photos left on the walls of the work spaces. There were a lot of gaps, someone had been back here to save memories. You smiled thinking about Jake or Norm taking them back with them. There was one of you there, lent down with arms around Jake's shoulders, kissing him playfully on his cheek. Grace had taken it when you went up to visit them. You'd made excuses and sweet talked Quaritch to let you go up the mountains, you'd always wanted to see them up close. He'd grumbled about how you were wasted up there but he'd still signed off on it. You folded the picture up slipping it into a pocket when no one was looking. Your fingers tracing Grace's face in an older picture from her school.
You called in your 'all clear' before heading out into the clearing again. You went to join Quaritch and Lyle by the AMP suit. It still held the corpse of it's pilot, shot several times in the chest by na'vi arrows. The machine itself was clawed up, too big for a viperwolf, must have been a thanator. This poor soul had really had a bad day. You peaked at the data pad as Lyle seemed to have sorted it and your face drained.
Quaritch stood between yourself and Lyle as all three of you watched his death. You'd tried hard not to think about it before now but you figured this was the only natural end to things. Quaritch had his final show down with Jake Sully and lost. You turned to the bones pinned to the seat. You must have made some sort of noise as Lyle had moved to put his hand on your shoulder and was rubbing it lightly.
You heard something then, head snapping to the bushes. Quaritch and Lyle followed your gaze.
"I... there's something there. I thought I heard it before..." You trailed, still not entirely focused. Quaritch had the team move out in a flanking maneuver.
To your horror Walker grabbed a little na'vi child and you joined the team in subduing another two. Strangely to round out their gang there was a human teenager too. You gently held his arms as he struggled against you. Cover or no you had to figure a way to get these kids out of here. If you were lucky maybe you could slip away with them.
It was Lyle that noticed first, holding up the teenage girls hand to show Quaritch. You didn't think your heart could sink any deeper, five fingers. She was at least partially human. Quritch demanded the boy show his fingers too, to your amusement he flipped him two middle fingers. You could see it in his face more clearly, he was the spitting image of Jake, this was his son for sure. He hissed as Quaritch pulled his head back, questioning him about the were abouts of his father.
The girl struggled and Lyle twisted her arm painfully. The boy you were holding struggled forward, calling for her release. She must have been Jake's too but though her face felt familiar it wasn't Jake you were reminded of.
Quaritch waved you off the human teenager and you stepped back from him, staying close for now. Quaritch bent low to assess him more clearly. Some recognition hit him and he spoke shakily.
"Miles?"
Oh shit. You'd only been dimly aware of his ill fated fling with one of the pilots. Something Soccoro, you'd never met her but you'd been pretty jealous when you'd heard the story. Well maybe not so much of the outcome. Here in front of you now was the product of this, Miles Soccoro. He was quick to establish his real name was Spider however.
Quaritch stood, calling in for evac with the 'assets'. You pulled Spider over to the over kids, standing guard of them while the team secured a perimeter. You had 10 minutes from the sound of the orders until the choppers arrived. 10 minutes to figure out how to ensure their escape.
The girl looked at you from the ground her sister you assumed curled into her, she looked confused at you. The boys seemed unsure looking between you both. Walker stepped away a little, trying to more clearly see around a tree.
"Your Y/N? but how she didn't have an avatar" The girl whispered to you. It'd been a while since you'd spoke na'vi but they'd spent a crash course teaching it to the other recoms on the way out.
"I'm not a... look kid I was a friend of Jake's okay I'm gonna get you guys out of here okay." Her brother frowned at you. Shooting a glance over you saw none of the recoms looking directly at you. You slipped the photo to him, the others peaking at it.
"It was a long while back, but I helped him then and I'm gonna help you now." The kids still looked confused but nodded gently to you.
"We need some kind of diversion, maybe when the Eclipse hits we can find a way to sneak past them... let me think" You turned, feigning disinterest as Lyle stalked over.
"Choppers inbound, we're getting them ready." You nodded, hauling the girl to her feet as Lyle grabbed another. The light was fading fast, a heavy rain began to fall and you were running out of time. A loud chirp came from the forest, you saw the kids ears perk up. It didn't sound right, it wasn't quiet sharp enough to have come from the various fauna you were familiar with. It came again and the girl turned to face it pulling away from Walker to stand in front of you.
An arrow suddenly pierced Walker and all hell broke loose. Gunfire, shouting, more arrows. Quaritch rushed forward to you, firing out into the trees as he pushed you back to the kids.
"Secure the assets!"He ordered.
You gripped the girl pulling her little sister along with you as you moved into the trees. The teenage human followed behind, you pulled him up and over a fallen log, helping them climb into the trees.
You could hear Quaritch calling out. It was Neytiri and likely Jake too, if you could just find them in the dark now you could get the kids to safety. You followed as they ran across a branch towards Neytiri's voice. On the wet moss Spider slipped, falling down onto the grass bellow. The girl called out to him, preparing to leap down after him. Suddenly Neytiri was there, pulling her child behind her hissing at you. You raised your hands, showing you were unarmed. Her girl pulled on her demanding to go back for Spider but Neytiri pushed her forward. Neytiri stared at you in confusion but kept backing up with the girl.
"I'll get him, go...go they're coming!" You called to her before sliding down the trunk to reach Spider. Looking up you could no longer see her or Neytiri. You flipped the boy over, he looked dazed from his fall but he wasn't bleeding. He didn't pull from you.
"It's okay kid, we'll..." You stopped, hearing booted feet approach, turning you head you saw Quaritch. His face looked stern but softened seeing Spider unharmed and still with you. He knelt next to Spider, nodding at you before hoisting him up and onto his shoulders.
"Fall back!" He ordered, the remaining recom unit behind him turning heal. You jogged after him, turning to look back every few steps, hoping to see Spider's family or someone to help you free him. There was no one though. Quaritch in turn kept looking back at you, he frowned concern etched in his strong features. You worried then he'd caught your conversations or noted that you'd been leading the kids away from them. Whatever his thoughts were you made it to the clearing and clipped onto a wire bringing you up into the chopper.
He and Lyle were called away, taking Spider with them when they landed. The kid had been aggressive and ended up being sedated on the flight over. You'd been glad as his constant looks to you had made you very worried about getting caught. Lyle had gripped your shoulder on the way out, saying he'd come by later.
You really hoped it was a booty call.
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