#ish.. I don’t wanna risk it lol
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I’m devouring the nonsexual intimacy with Jax dawg- oml we eatin good
How would Jax be with an s/o who enjoys leaning on him? I adore physical touch but sometimes if I can’t use my arms it feels like I’m trapped, so it’s nice to just glomp people lmao (s/o is ticklish too- Jax would have a field day with that one)
If you need a little more substance, maybe s/o like randomly serenading Jax in private! Like those old 80s jazz love songs (complete with slow dancing)
Thank you and have a wonderful day/night!
Leaning on one another
warning(s): none unless you count jazz
note(s): I joke about it but I actually quite like jazz, maybe not all jazz but it's definitely not the worst type of music. I'm looking at you country music....
A/N: I included a bonus because I thought the idea of cornering this man in his room with jazz music was absolutely hilarious lol
Jax doesn’t have a physical battery per say, but there is definitely a limit to how much he can tolerate at a given time—whether it’s in public or private.
He doesn’t like sitting still for long periods of time and there’s a limit to how vulnerable he’s willing to be at any given time if at all.
So having a s/o that understands this and goes for physical touch like leaning on him or something that’s not inherently seen as romantic and mushy is a win in his book.
Don’t get me wrong, he loves you but it’s a lot and he’s not really used to it. He’s still trying to wrap his head around the fact you two are dating, that you like him.
He’s all for being leaned on or having you loosely hang off him in public, sometimes regardless of what side of him you’re leaning on, he might lean back.
Little shit might only catch himself though if you can’t hold him/he catches you off guard and/or lose your footing, he’ll make the attempt to stick an arm out and catch you—but whether you crash or not depends on your own reflexes. (he doesn’t make the rules, sorry babe)
If you wanna be held but not feel restricted, as long as he’s not doing anything he’ll let you stand in front of him, lean back, and drape his arms over you—totally not to just lean on you and be an absolute menace.
In fact, that’s probably how he found out you were ticklish—and that knowledge is far too much power in his hands.
Sure he can do it whenever he wants, but he tends to save it for other unsuspecting situations—like if the two of you get into a little spat and you’re not speaking to him—two can play that game.
He won’t completely restrict your arms but he’ll throw his arms around you and tickle you, it doesn’t always work to ease whatever the spat was about.
That said Jax doesn’t do it when the situation is serious and calls for an actual discussion, he knows at least that much when it comes to reading the room. (That and you’ve probably gotten onto him about it at least once before…)
He also may or may not have tickled you to get you up, you don’t need to sleep but you can still lie down and whatnot. And if you aren’t budging? Tickle time baby.
Bonus
Jax isn’t a dancer by any means, so when he opens the door to his room to find you standing there with music that’s—very much not the repetitive cartoony music that usually plays in this hellscape—he’s a little surprised.
The first question out of his mouth is:
“Is that fucking jazz?”
“No, just normal jazz.”
That response gets a good hearty chuckle out of him.
When you try pulling him in for a dance he’s a little nervous though it comes off as looking irritated, he’s uh, never danced to jazz of all things let alone with someone else.
You’re gonna have to take the reigns on this one, regardless of whether you can dance or not, you started this.
Despite the fact it is jazz playing, he enjoys the situation as a whole, your weight leaning on him the subtle holding one another. And the fact it’s in private? He can comfortably(ish) let himself feel a little vulnerable around you with no risk of having an audience.
Regardless of the fact it’s jazz, if you happen to sing along he considers himself impressed and will jokingly (read: obnoxiously) comment how he feels utterly serenaded, completely wooed, absolutely swooning—it goes on until you stop him, please stop him he’ll just keep going.
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Aight. So about my crazy idea- I’m making a fanfic about it. I can’t help it. So now y’all gotta suffer with it lol. Enjoy!
⚠️TW⚠️: swearing, possession, fighting, knife being held to someone’s throat, and i don’t really know what else-
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6:00 am
It was a cold-ish rainy morning. Massachusetts was laying curled up on his side with a book, his headphones and phone, and a blanket over him. Yep. He stayed up all night reading again. He really needs to stop doing that, and the other states make sure to tell him that, but it ain’t like he’s gonna listen to them. How ironic is it that he’s the one that knows all about medical stuff and what could happen if you don’t sleep, and a bunch of other sh*t, yet is probably the most reckless and risk-taking state there? Anygays- we’re getting off topic.
Mass slowly sat up, his back popping a little as he sat up, and checked the time on his phone. He sighed and decided to just get up and start his day. His cat, Mayflower, that was sitting at the edge of his bed meowed disapprovingly at being woken up and disturbed, walked over to where he was sitting, and hopped onto his lap, startling the Bay State. He giggled slightly and started petting her, Mayflower purring as he did so.
"I’m so sorry for disturbing you, your Majesty. I didn’t realize that I couldn’t get out of bed without disrupting your slumber. I shall in fact burn for crimes." He said, faux apologetically, but not being able to stifle the giggle at the end. Mayflower meowed at him and turned around, hopping up and putting her front paws on his shoulders. She rubbed her face all over his face, neck and ears affectionately (idk I’ve seen videos of cats rubbing their faces on their owners and apparently that’s supposed to be affectionate-).
He smiled and gently pushed her off. "Stahahap that you gohohof! (Stop that you goof!)"
Mass got up and walked to his bathroom so he could get dressed when heard a deeper voice in his head. ‘Ughhhhh not you again…" he thought.
‘Yes it’s me again! Good morning dumba$$.’ Satan’s Kingdom responded.
‘What do you want…?’ Mass responded mentally.
‘What do you mean….. Who says I want anything?~’ S.K. answered with faux confusion and sadness.
‘Whenever you decide to speak to me, it’s either because you want something, or you wanna make my life a living-f(speaks Boston) hell.’ The Bay State answered, clearly not wanting to this sh** today (it be like that sometimes 😔✊).
‘Ok fine…. I just wanted to if-‘
‘No NO you may not. I know what you’re about to say, my answer is f(speaks Boston) no.’ Mass said as he brushed his hair in front of his mirror
"Awwwww why not?~ It’ll be fun~" The village(Satan’s Kingdom) whined.
‘No means no, jacka$$.’
Mass heard a slight chuckle from the other being in his mind. Well that can’t be good.
‘Well you see, Massachusetts…. You don’t exactly have a choice in the matter~’ Mass’s eyes widened as he was forced out of control and sent into the mind-space.
S.K. was now in full control of Mass’s body. "Ohoho now THIS- is gonna be fun~" He said to himself, ignoring Mass’s attempts to get control again. He grabbed Mass’s hoodie that Mass had chosen to wear that day and put it on, surprised when he saw how big the hoodie was on him. "Dang. Is the hoodie that big or this thing really THAT thin.-" he said under his breath. He grabbed Mass’s hat and put it on, pulling his hood over it. Next was the eyeliner. Ok, done. S.K. looked in the mirror and grinned, flashing his fangs that went all the way to the back of his mouth, and flicking his forked tongue a bit. Nobody’ll notice the teeth, slit pupils, and tongue right? Naw. Probably not.
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Downstairs:
S.K. walked downstairs to where a couple other states were and poured himself a cup of coffee. He was about to take a sip of coffee when he felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned around to see New Jersey. ‘Quick how does Mass act towards him?!- Insanely aggressive right? Yea I think this is the one.’
"Mornin’ sleeping beauty." NJ said with a small smirk as he poured himself a glass of milk.
"Stfu." S.K. responded coldly. He noticed the slightly offended look on Jersey’s face.
"Well d*nm somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, huh?" Jersey said.
"Perhaps so. Now shut it and let me drink my coffee." S.K. said, and then taking a sip of coffee. Except the thing is, he didn’t add creamer or sugar or literally anything. He just drank it straight up. Which Mass never does. And unfortunately, Jersey caught that small detail, seeing as how often he goes to Dunkin with Mass.
Jersey chuckled a bit and took a sip of his milk. "Well that’s new."
"Whaddya mean?" S.K. questioned, glaring at the state in front of him.
"Ya never drink yer coffee black, so I was just stating that that was new." The Garden State said.
"O-oh. Yea. Um. Whatever." S.K. said, silently cursing himself for stuttering.
Jersey looked at the smaller with a bit of confused expression. "Are ya doin’ alright? Ya seem to be a bit off. Are ya sick or smth?" He said. He reached his hand to the other’s forehead and feeling the side of his face (well it’s more like closer to under the ear/around the jaw-), only to have his hand swatted away.
"I’m fine. I ain’t sick." Said the smaller of the two.
"Ok then…? I’ll see ya later at the meetin’ I guess." Jersey said and started to walk off.
"The what?!" S.K. shouted, spitting out his coffee into the mug.
Jersey turned around confused. "Yea…? Didn’t ya get the email bout’ the meetin’ at 3?"
"Oh.. OH- that meeting! Oh yea, it probably just slipped my d*nm mind I guess. See ya later." And with that he walked away, leaving Jersey in mild confusion.
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Later at the meeting:
S.K. could now understand why Mass hated these meetings so much. It was sooooooo f(technical glitch)in’ boring… He put his hood up, pulled it down as much as he could, and then just stopped listening to everybody else. What he did notice, however, was Louisiana staring at him, seemingly studying him. Watching his every movement. Satan’s Kingdom tried to remember ANYTHING about Loui, and then it him. He forgot 2 things. 1:Loui is one of Massachusetts’s best friends, and 2: Loui is in fact capable of sensing bad energy or different energies and spirits, ghosts, demons, ect…. Sh*t he hoped that Louisiana wouldn’t say anything or sense anything. Unfortunately for him though, Loui did sense something was wrong.
From across the Table, Loui felt that something was a bit… off, to say the least. He could feel a new type of negative or even demonic energy in the room. Well there weren’t any apparitions in the room, seeing as Loui had already checked for any and found none. He was about to give up trying to figure out what it was, but it bothered him too much. He looked around the room and looked at the energy of the other states (+Gov), checking off each one after he checked. Florida… The Fed… Texas… Cali… York…… and all the rest seemed somewhat normal. That was until he got to "Massachusetts". There was something that felt incredibly wrong, and he was kinda worried for his friend. He hadn’t even noticed Gov calling his name until he heard someone shout "Louisiana!!"
He snapped his head towards Gov, who had been the one who called him. "Huh?"
Gov just sighed. "I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past 5 minutes."
Loui rubbed the back of his neck with a slight chuckle. "Whoops- Uh- Whatcha need, sha?"
Gov rolled his eyes fondly. Nobody, and I repeat, NOBODY, is ever really able to hate or be mad at Loui. "I just wanted to know if you had any updates about anything going on in your state that I might need to know about?" He said.
"O-oh. Uh- no. Nothin’ dat comes to mind, sha." Loui said with a smile.
"*sigh* Alright then. New York?" Gov said, then continued.
"F(speaks New York) you." NY said with a slight glare.
"As always you’re such a pleasure to speak to."
"Piss off."
Louisiana had pretty much gone back to what he was doing in the first place. He noticed that "Mass" seemed to be fidgeting with something with something under the table. So, purely out of curiosity, he slid down in his seat a bit so he could see under the table. His eyes widened a bit as he saw what “Mass" was holding in his hands. It seemed to be a small double-bladed thing with weird designs on it.
He sat back up and looked at "Mass" who hadn’t seemed to notice the fact that he saw the blades.
"H-hey sorry fo’ interruptin’,- um hey Mass you doin’ aight sha?" Louisiana said, sending a slightly apologetic look Gov’s way.
‘Sh*t-‘ Satan’s Kingdom thought as he panicked for a second. "Uh- yea why do ya ask?" He said, giving the younger a slight glare.
"Well- you seem a bit… off, today. I’m sensin’ a very negative energy comin’ from ya, it ain’t like yer usual moody sleep-deprived energy." Loui said.
"I’m fine."
"Are ya sure sha?"
"Yes. Shut it."
"Again. Are you sure? Cuz if there is somethin’ wrong I can h-" Loui started but cut off by “Mass" grabbing a random vase and throwing it at him. The vase hit Loui directly in the side of his head and shattered, knocking him out of his chair and onto the ground where he curled up holding his head. Chaos only arose from the table.
"LOUI-!" Florida screamed as he got from his chair and kneeled down at Loui’s side, Texas following.
"WHAT THE HE// MASS?! What is wrong with you?! He was trying to he help!?!" Texas shouted while glaring at "Mass" and trying to get Loui to uncurl himself.
"Yea wtf?!" New York shouted turning to Mass and standing up, glaring at him. He was shocked when he saw "Mass" with a sick-evil grin on his face and glowing red eyes staring back at him through his hood. His face fell when the realization hit him. "You’re not my brother…"
"It took you f(technical glitch)in’ morons THAT long to figure it out?! Ha." Satan’s Kingdom said with an insane look in his eyes that sent shivers down the spine of the usually stoic New York.
"I thought we got rid of you a while ago!?!" Connie (Connecticut) shouted.
"Nope! Now, you’re next, Yorkie!~" S.K. said as he leaped up and swung the blades at York, luckily though York managed to just barely dodge it. (Sh*tty fight scene coming up-)
S.K. snarled and jumped at York with the blades again, this time managing cut York across the cheek and making the other hiss in pain. The smaller of the two had a wicked grin on his face as he licked the blood off the knife and swung again, this time cutting New York’s arm, which made the other yelp (as in the way a dog does). Jersey had gotten up to go assist York, but got pushed back down into his seat by Oklahoma (whom he sat by since I’ve decided that he sits between Texas and Oklahoma). He glared at Oklahoma who just told him to sit tf down and let York deal with it and just reluctantly listened to him.
York eventually managed to somehow grab the blade as S.K. swung again, but unfortunately this meant that the blade cut into his palm. But ofc he didn’t care and managed to twist the knife out of S.K.’s hand by the blade and toss him at the wall with the knife to his throat. He found unnatural joy in the panicked look of his brother’s controller, but quickly shut it out as he came back to reality and the situation at hand. He was about to slit the other’s throat but something S.K. said stopped him.
"W-wait! Now b-before you s-slit my throat, you need to remember one important thing." S.K. said.
"And what the f(speaks New York) is that?!" York half yelled half said normally.
Satan’s Kingdom just chuckled before giving an evil grin and saying, "Well you see Yorkie~ Me and your pathetic excuse of a brother share a body. Meaning… If you kill me, you also kill your useless brother.~"
New York’s face fell slightly as he realized that the stupid man controlling his brother was right. ‘Then how do we get Masshole back without hurtin’ im’….’ While he was lost in his thoughts, he heard a loud voice shout:
"I need the Commonwealth of Massachusetts present at the table right this moment!!"
York turned around, still keeping S.K. pinned on the wall, to see that it had been Gov that shouted that. Gov. Of all people. To say York was surprised to see the usually anxiety-ridden man standing confidently with a stern look on his face is an understatement. He didn’t think Gov had it in him. He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts tho when he felt something give up behind him. York quickly turned back around to see his brother looking at him with tear-glazed eyes and let go, letting Massachusetts slide down the wall and curl up in a little ball.
It quickly dawned on York that Mass was having a panic attack and couldn’t calm down or breathe at all, so he decided to try to do something that Mass used to do with him when he was younger (and smaller cuz now York is 5’10 while Mass is 5’6-). He reached his good hand out in front of Mass so the other could see it and decide whether he wanted to take it or not, and York was secretly hoping and praying that he did. He could see that Mass had seen his hand and was considering whether to take it or not. Aight. So about my crazy idea- I’m making a fanfic about it. I can’t help it. So now y’all gotta suffer with it lol. Enjoy!
⚠️TW⚠️: swearing, possession, fighting, knife being held to someone’s throat, and i don’t really know what else-
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6:00 am
It was a cold-ish rainy morning. Massachusetts was laying curled up on his side with a book, his headphones and phone, and a blanket over him. Yep. He stayed up all night reading again. He really needs to stop doing that, and the other states make sure to tell him that, but it ain’t like he’s gonna listen to them. How ironic is it that he’s the one that knows all about medical stuff and what could happen if you don’t sleep, and a bunch of other sh*t, yet is probably the most reckless and risk-taking state there? Anygays- we’re getting off topic.
Mass slowly sat up, his back popping a little as he sat up, and checked the time on his phone. He sighed and decided to just get up and start his day. His cat, Mayflower, that was sitting at the edge of his bed meowed disapprovingly at being woken up and disturbed, walked over to where he was sitting, and hopped onto his lap, startling the Bay State. He giggled slightly and started petting her, Mayflower purring as he did so.
"I’m so sorry for disturbing you, your Majesty. I didn’t realize that I couldn’t get out of bed without disrupting your slumber. I shall in fact burn for crimes." He said, faux apologetically, but not being able to stifle the giggle at the end. Mayflower meowed at him and turned around, hopping up and putting her front paws on his shoulders. She rubbed her face all over his face, neck and ears affectionately (idk I’ve seen videos of cats rubbing their faces on their owners and apparently that’s supposed to be affectionate-).
He smiled and gently pushed her off. "Stahahap that you gohohof! (Stop that you goof!)"
Mass got up and walked to his bathroom so he could get dressed when heard a deeper voice in his head. ‘Ughhhhh not you again…" he thought.
‘Yes it’s me again! Good morning dumba$$.’ Satan’s Kingdom responded.
‘What do you want…?’ Mass responded mentally.
‘What do you mean….. Who says I want anything?~’ S.K. answered with faux confusion and sadness.
‘Whenever you decide to speak to me, it’s either because you want something, or you wanna make my life a living-f(speaks Boston) hell.’ The Bay State answered, clearly not wanting to this sh** today (it be like that sometimes 😔✊).
‘Ok fine…. I just wanted to if-‘
‘No NO you may not. I know what you’re about to say, my answer is f(speaks Boston) no.’ Mass said as he brushed his hair in front of his mirror
"Awwwww why not?~ It’ll be fun~" The village(Satan’s Kingdom) whined.
‘No means no, jacka$$.’
Mass heard a slight chuckle from the other being in his mind. Well that can’t be good.
‘Well you see, Massachusetts…. You don’t exactly have a choice in the matter~’ Mass’s eyes widened as he was forced out of control and sent into the mind-space.
S.K. was now in full control of Mass’s body. "Ohoho now THIS- is gonna be fun~" He said to himself, ignoring Mass’s attempts to get control again. He grabbed Mass’s hoodie that Mass had chosen to wear that day and put it on, surprised when he saw how big the hoodie was on him. "Dang. Is the hoodie that big or this thing really THAT thin.-" he said under his breath. He grabbed Mass’s hat and put it on, pulling his hood over it. Next was the eyeliner. Ok, done. S.K. looked in the mirror and grinned, flashing his fangs that went all the way to the back of his mouth, and flicking his forked tongue a bit. Nobody’ll notice the teeth, slit pupils, and tongue right? Naw. Probably not.
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Downstairs:
S.K. walked downstairs to where a couple other states were and poured himself a cup of coffee. He was about to take a sip of coffee when he felt a tap on his shoulder and he turned around to see New Jersey. ‘Quick how does Mass act towards him?!- Insanely aggressive right? Yea I think this is the one.’
"Mornin’ sleeping beauty." NJ said with a small smirk as he poured himself a glass of milk.
"Stfu." S.K. responded coldly. He noticed the slightly offended look on Jersey’s face.
"Well d*nm somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, huh?" Jersey said.
"Perhaps so. Now shut it and let me drink my coffee." S.K. said, and then taking a sip of coffee. Except the thing is, he didn’t add creamer or sugar or literally anything. He just drank it straight up. Which Mass never does. And unfortunately, Jersey caught that small detail, seeing as how often he goes to Dunkin with Mass.
Jersey chuckled a bit and took a sip of his milk. "Well that’s new."
"Whaddya mean?" S.K. questioned, glaring at the state in front of him.
"Ya never drink yer coffee black, so I was just stating that that was new." The Garden State said.
"O-oh. Yea. Um. Whatever." S.K. said, silently cursing himself for stuttering.
Jersey looked at the smaller with a bit of confused expression. "Are ya doin’ alright? Ya seem to be a bit off. Are ya sick or smth?" He said. He reached his hand to the other’s forehead and feeling the side of his face (well it’s more like closer to under the ear/around the jaw-), only to have his hand swatted away.
"I’m fine. I ain’t sick." Said the smaller of the two.
"Ok then…? I’ll see ya later at the meetin’ I guess." Jersey said and started to walk off.
"The what?!" S.K. shouted, spitting out his coffee into the mug.
Jersey turned around confused. "Yea…? Didn’t ya get the email bout’ the meetin’ at 3?"
"Oh.. OH- that meeting! Oh yea, it probably just slipped my d*nm mind I guess. See ya later." And with that he walked away, leaving Jersey in mild confusion.
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Later at the meeting:
S.K. could now understand why Mass hated these meetings so much. It was sooooooo f(technical glitch)in’ boring… He put his hood up, pulled it down as much as he could, and then just stopped listening to everybody else. What he did notice, however, was Louisiana staring at him, seemingly studying him. Watching his every movement. Satan’s Kingdom tried to remember ANYTHING about Loui, and then it him. He forgot 2 things. 1:Loui is one of Massachusetts’s best friends, and 2: Loui is in fact capable of sensing bad energy or different energies and spirits, ghosts, demons, ect…. Sh*t he hoped that Louisiana wouldn’t say anything or sense anything. Unfortunately for him though, Loui did sense something was wrong.
From across the Table, Loui felt that something was a bit… off, to say the least. He could feel a new type of negative or even demonic energy in the room. Well there weren’t any apparitions in the room, seeing as Loui had already checked for any and found none. He was about to give up trying to figure out what it was, but it bothered him too much. He looked around the room and looked at the energy of the other states (+Gov), checking off each one after he checked. Florida… The Fed… Texas… Cali… York…… and all the rest seemed somewhat normal. That was until he got to "Massachusetts". There was something that felt incredibly wrong, and he was kinda worried for his friend. He hadn’t even noticed Gov calling his name until he heard someone shout "Louisiana!!"
He snapped his head towards Gov, who had been the one who called him. "Huh?"
Gov just sighed. "I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past 5 minutes."
Loui rubbed the back of his neck with a slight chuckle. "Whoops- Uh- Whatcha need, sha?"
Gov rolled his eyes fondly. Nobody, and I repeat, NOBODY, is ever really able to hate or be mad at Loui. "I just wanted to know if you had any updates about anything going on in your state that I might need to know about?" He said.
"O-oh. Uh- no. Nothin’ dat comes to mind, sha." Loui said with a smile.
"*sigh* Alright then. New York?" Gov said, then continued.
"F(speaks New York) you." NY said with a slight glare.
"As always you’re such a pleasure to speak to."
"Piss off."
Louisiana had pretty much gone back to what he was doing in the first place. He noticed that "Mass" seemed to be fidgeting with something with something under the table. So, purely out of curiosity, he slid down in his seat a bit so he could see under the table. His eyes widened a bit as he saw what “Mass" was holding in his hands. It seemed to be a small double-bladed thing with weird designs on it.
He sat back up and looked at "Mass" who hadn’t seemed to notice the fact that he saw the blades.
"H-hey sorry fo’ interruptin’,- um hey Mass you doin’ aight sha?" Louisiana said, sending a slightly apologetic look Gov’s way.
‘Sh*t-‘ Satan’s Kingdom thought as he panicked for a second. "Uh- yea why do ya ask?" He said, giving the younger a slight glare.
"Well- you seem a bit… off, today. I’m sensin’ a very negative energy comin’ from ya, it ain’t like yer usual moody sleep-deprived energy." Loui said.
"I’m fine."
"Are ya sure sha?"
"Yes. Shut it."
"Again. Are you sure? Cuz if there is somethin’ wrong I can h-" Loui started but cut off by “Mass" grabbing a random vase and throwing it at him. The vase hit Loui directly in the side of his head and shattered, knocking him out of his chair and onto the ground where he curled up holding his head. Chaos only arose from the table.
"LOUI-!" Florida screamed as he got from his chair and kneeled down at Loui’s side, Texas following.
"WHAT THE HE// MASS?! What is wrong with you?! He was trying to he help!?!" Texas shouted while glaring at "Mass" and trying to get Loui to uncurl himself.
"Yea wtf?!" New York shouted turning to Mass and standing up, glaring at him. He was shocked when he saw "Mass" with a sick-evil grin on his face and glowing red eyes staring back at him through his hood. His face fell when the realization hit him. "You’re not my brother…"
"It took you f(technical glitch)in’ morons THAT long to figure it out?! Ha." Satan’s Kingdom said with an insane look in his eyes that sent shivers down the spine of the usually stoic New York.
"I thought we got rid of you a while ago!?!" Connie (Connecticut) shouted.
"Nope! Now, you’re next, Yorkie!~" S.K. said as he leaped up and swung the blades at York, luckily though York managed to just barely dodge it. (Sh*tty fight scene coming up-)
S.K. snarled and jumped at York with the blades again, this time managing cut York across the cheek and making the other hiss in pain. The smaller of the two had a wicked grin on his face as he licked the blood off the knife and swung again, this time cutting New York’s arm, which made the other yelp (as in the way a dog does). Jersey had gotten up to go assist York, but got pushed back down into his seat by Oklahoma (whom he sat by since I’ve decided that he sits between Texas and Oklahoma). He glared at Oklahoma who just told him to sit tf down and let York deal with it and just reluctantly listened to him.
York eventually managed to somehow grab the blade as S.K. swung again, but unfortunately this meant that the blade cut into his palm. But ofc he didn’t care and managed to twist the knife out of S.K.’s hand by the blade and toss him at the wall with the knife to his throat. He found unnatural joy in the panicked look of his brother’s controller, but quickly shut it out as he came back to reality and the situation at hand. He was about to slit the other’s throat but something S.K. said stopped him.
"W-wait! Now b-before you s-slit my throat, you need to remember one important thing." S.K. said.
"And what the f(speaks New York) is that?!" York half yelled half said normally.
Satan’s Kingdom just chuckled before giving an evil grin and saying, "Well you see Yorkie~ Me and your pathetic excuse of a brother share a body. Meaning… If you kill me, you also kill your useless brother.~"
New York’s face fell slightly as he realized that the stupid man controlling his brother was right. ‘Then how do we get Masshole back without hurtin’ im’….’ While he was lost in his thoughts, he heard a loud voice shout:
"I need the Commonwealth of Massachusetts present at the table right this moment!!"
York turned around, still keeping S.K. pinned on the wall, to see that it had been Gov that shouted that. Gov. Of all people. To say York was surprised to see the usually anxiety-ridden man standing confidently with a stern look on his face is an understatement. He didn’t think Gov had it in him. He was quickly snapped out of his thoughts tho when he felt something give up behind him. York quickly turned back around to see his brother looking at him with tear-glazed eyes and let go, letting Massachusetts slide down the wall and curl up in a little ball.
It quickly dawned on York that Mass was having a panic attack and couldn’t calm down or breathe at all, so he decided to try to do something that Mass used to do with him when he was younger (and smaller cuz now York is 5’10 while Mass is 5’6-). He reached his good hand out in front of Mass so the other could see it and decide whether he wanted to take it or not, and York was secretly hoping and praying that he did. He could see that Mass had seen his hand and was considering whether to take it or not.
At much as Mass would hate to admit it, he was terrified. He had been so weak that S.K. had been able to take control, he hurt his brother and one of his best friends… He flinched a little when he saw his little brother’s hand in front of him. Thoughts of the possibility that York was mad and about to hurt him went racing through his head. Mass then decided that whatever happened to him would probably be well deserved, so he reluctantly took his brother’s hand and expected to be hit or thrown at the wall. What he didn’t expect was for York to pull him into his lap and wrap him in a tight hug and start rubbing his back soothingly. Safe. He felt safe. York wasn’t gonna hurt him. He buried his head in his brother’s shoulder and tried to calm down and slow his breathing.
"Aww-" Florida started but was quickly cut off when Texas used his good hand that wasn’t holding Louisiana to smack him in the back of the neck. Unfortunately Mass got a glimpse of Loui, who was unconscious in Tex’s arms, and that didn’t help with him trying to calm down.
New York could feel Mass getting riled up again and teleported back to his room where he managed to get Mass to calm down completely and get him to sleep.
#welcome to the statehouse#welcome to the table#wttt massachusetts#wttt new york#wttt louisiana#wttt texas#wttt gov#ben brainard#wttt florida#wttt new jersey#angst for dayssss#angst#I live for the tears bit-
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Fifteen questions for fifteen mutuals!
(It will probably not be fifteen I am too scared to tag too many people)
I was tagged by @galaxycunt weeks ago, and I finally got around to answering.
Tagging @hereforthehaunts @cactme @plasticdodecagon @iwanttobecomeavoid @mars-colony no pressure tho!
Also, feel free to skip any questions you don’t wanna answer.
1. Are you named after anyone?
My great grandpa Tora. But he went by Tory. He was apparently a grumpy ol sonofabitch according to my dad, but it was also his idea to name me after him so 🤷♀️
2. When was the last time you cried?
Prolly like two days ago but I don’t know for sure for sure. I cry all the time. I think this time I was crying in frustration at packing for my last camping trip lol
3. Do you have kids?
Nope, and I don’t know if I want any tbh. It would really cut into my time of being the Weird/Fun Aunt who lets my nieces and nephews stay up too late and helps them dye their hair
4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Not nearly as much as I did when I was younger. We call that Growth 😌 but sometimes I can’t help myself
5. What sports do you play/have you played?
Ha. I am so uncoordinated I don’t play any sports. I played tennis for one year in high school and hated it. I’ve gone rock climbing once and really enjoyed it even though I was scared shitless, so I’d really like to get back into that. I’ve also been kind of wanting to play tennis again just for funsies with my husband and not actually pay attention to any rules or anything and just have fun.
6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?
I think height? Because I’m pretty tall and if someone is taller than I am I definitely notice
7. Eye color?
Hazel is the least pretentious way to describe it. Or green…ish.
8. Scary movie or happy endings?
Why not both? I will say I like things to end happily, because I need to have some semblance of hope in the world lol, but also bittersweet endings will stick with me for the rest of my life.
9. Any special talents?
I am freaky good with names and faces. I will remember people who I had one college class with but never actually personally interacted with them. I can also like, trifold my tongue so it looks like a clover.
10. Where were you born?
Ha nice try fbi. Just kidding, it’s just a small town (like, less than a thousand people) in southern Utah and I highly doubt anyone would know the name or where it was, but if perchance they do, it probably means I know them in real life and I’d rather not risk it.
11. Free space
Ummmmm I love hiking and camping, and I’d love to get into photography and videography to be like a nature photographer, I think that would be cool. But I’m also Very Bad at taking pictures. I always forget to take them, or I frame it really bad or the lighting is really bad, I’ve got a lot to learn with that hobby lol. Also I wish I could just wear my crunchy/granolaey/outfits all the time business casual my absolute beloathed
12. Do you have any pets?
No 😔 I want one, either a cat or a dog, but honestly I have so much anxiety around it because there’s this CREATURE in my HOUSE and it needs me to live! And what if it eats my plants and what if my plants are toxic and what if it chews a hole in the floor or the door and we get kicked out and and and (you get the idea).
13. How tall are you?
5’10” 😎 my husband insists I’m 5’9” but he’s wrong
14. Favorite subject in school?
I’m still recovering from the god complex that being in English class gave me so, we’ll leave it at that.
15. Dream job?
I do not dream of labor, but I have a few ideas of what would be preferable than being a receptionist for the rest of my life lol. I’d like to open an online sticker/print shop and just draw and design cute silly stationary and stickers. I’ve also always dreamed of being an author, but seeing as how I can’t finish any of my wips that will probably remain a dream lol.
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I think I’ve been in the comfortable part of this fandom for too long to not realize I was gonna have to put “proshippers DNI” in my bio 💀💀
I thought redacted was safe man 💀💀
ranting ish below the cut if y’all don’t wanna read this lol
I was literally considered a minor like half a year ago. God it sucks that I’ve actually interacted with some of the people defending this ish
Don’t chalk this up to “anti-ship” bullshit
I hate the “pro-ship” vs. “anti-ship” like I’m just a regular fucking person 💀💀
I think it’s gross to put fictional kids in adult situations. Especially if the creator of said character said he was uncomfortable with that character being portrayed in romantic/sexual relationships. When Erik says “ship what you want” Hes referring to his legal, of age, adult, characters. Like asher and David. Milo and lasko. Gavin and Damien. Hell, even the listeners lmao.
If y’all wanna sexuality an empathy demon so bad do it to regulus 😭🤞 he’s an actual grown man y’all
I just feel all nasty inside having to see that people I’ve positively interacted with think this is ok.
However, if you’re openly supporting this, you can’t be fucking shocked that people have a problem with this. Just close you’re fucking inbox and stop complaining about being “bullied.” There’s always a risk of backlash when you share your opinions on the internet and doubly so if your opinion has to deal with sexualizing minors. Fictional or not.
If you genuinely believe it’s ok to do this ish, pls unfollow/block me. I’m much better off not dealing with that gross ish.
This is the last time I’m going to talk about this on this blog. Moral of the story. Don’t be gross. That’s nasty. And grow thicker skin while ur at it. Ok rant over 👍👍
#rayrayrants#I just blegh#I can’t believe I have to tell y’all to leave fictional kids alone#like most of the artists who portray caelum draw him as a little kid#I also portray him as a kiddo#idk how your able to look at him and think that ish#just make an empathy demon oc or smth if you wanna sexualize them that bad#nasty shit y’all#nasty shit
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I saw that you had Otto Octavius as one of your pred crushes (same lol)
Do you have any vore headcanons for him?
I don’t have a lot but here we go!
-before the accident, he was a generally good pred, kind too pray, only eating them if they where okay with it and such
-he probably ate Rosie a lot too, she was cool with it and it was a win-win for both of them
-he sometimes forgot about pray due to working a lot, he isn’t doing it maliciously, just doesn’t always have them on his mind
-would not hurt any pray whatsoever, he was very good at not doing so
-was still quite intimidating before the Accident but that’s just because he is a big guy
-normal-ish teeth, slightly sharper canines and back teeth
-post accident Otto is a nightmare too…well anyone really
-yeah he’d try and eat other preds too, whether he could or not is a whole other story
-would follow his pray, silently, on top of a building, then pounce on the poor thing
-stomach is a bit cramped because of the brace holding the tenticals on his back
-forgets too eat, he’s still overworked, now is just on evil stuff
-I just like to visualise him hovering (using the arms of course) over an unassuming pray who thought they would have a normal night (they where an idiot for even dreaming of it)
-post cure Otto….oh my god….my poor boy….
-refuses to go near a single pray for days after
-never eats….not because he forgets too, because he doesn’t wanna risk accidentally hurting a pray
-if a pray asks too be eaten he gets uncomfortable but will after a bit off harassing
-was a prison for green goblin, Norman would change and then would end up stuffed in a wet, squishy, cramped and loud chamber
-he gets better after a wile don’t worry
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A Short Exchange - A Demon: The Descent Scene
I figured, why not post a little scene I wrote for my Demon: The Descent PC,
Arya? It’s fun exploring her character in little side scenes that happen “off screen” from our games, which sometimes I’ll send to our DM for his canon approval.
Our group is based in Orlando, Florida (yes, Orlando, baha), and currently doing work for a vampire boss of sorts named Gregori who keeps an eye on the supernaturals in his territory of the city to make sure they’re not rocking the boat too much. For background on this particular scene, we had just finished up a job rescuing one of Gregori’s higher-ups, a Nosferatu named Ronnie. Arya, cold, removed, and stoic, but inwardly intensely hedonistic, took an odd interest in the easy-going, rather dork-ish Ronnie, and initiated hooking up together for a night--something she does pretty often with anyone she finds interesting, lol. So I wrote a short scene for after that!
The other appearing character is Zach, who acts as a point of contact between our group and Gregori. We have no idea what he is exactly, and he’s not particularly forthcoming about it. (Which also makes Arya highly intrigued with him, but she’s patiently playing the long-game on that one.)
Anyway! Enjoy this very short scene (full scene under the readmore!).
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“You don’t have to rush out, you know. You can stay.”
It wasn’t a plea—something she heard a little too often—but a simple observation. Normally the firm click of the door closing behind her was her only response, but this time, Arya paused and looked back over her shoulder at the deeper shadow in the darkness. Watching her, waiting, but approaching no closer.
“I don’t stay,” was all she said, and was gone.
The Uber pulled up at the exact moment Arya stepped out from the apartment lobby onto the city street, quiet in the late-night-early-morning haze. She approached the car without breaking her stride—then stopped as her hand touched the handle. Her gaze flickered to the alley left of the complex, eyes narrowing. But in a breath she had disappeared into the backseat and sped away, leaving the street once again empty and silent.
Ronnie emerged from the apartment shortly after Arya’s departure. Well. He wasn’t going to waste the rest of a perfectly good night without any work obligations moping in his flat.
A cough at his shoulder nearly made him jump out of his skin. He spun on his heel to see a taciturn young man beside him. “Zach! God, you’re gonna give me a heart attack one of these days.”
“That’s literally impossible,” Zach observed, then continued, “I’m just here with a warning.”
“A—warning—?”
“I don’t care if you work with them,” Zach plowed on, ignoring the interruption. “That’s your business. But I wouldn’t get close to them.”
Ronnie’s mind flickered to the slender form silhouetted against the light spilling into his apartment from the hallway, haloing around her head as she turned just enough to see him, but not enough to show her eyes.
I don't stay.
“Yeah… I don’t see that happening anytime soon,” he said, rubbing his chin.
Zach shrugged, hand shoved deep in his pockets. “I’m just letting you know. They’re trouble, with a capital ‘T’.”
“Do you know what they are?”
Zach was hard to read on a good day—if he had those—and that day was apparently not tonight. “They’re not worth risking your hide for, if you get my drift.”
Ronnie got the sense he’d be pressing his luck with more questions, so he dropped the topic without a fight. “Well… thanks for the heads-up, anyway,” he said. “Warning duly noted. Uh—wanna grab a drink?”
“Not the kind you’re thinking of. Happy hunting, though.”
Ronnie grinned, showing all of his teeth. “See you later, then,” he replied, and with a casual wave, disappeared into the night.
Don’t get close, eh?
Well. They had his number. He’d just have to wait and see.
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at the risk of going into a tangent, is anyone else creeped out by that Clayton Cook guy and by extension the Guild?
I really don’t like how he kept taunting her while she was just sitting and looked like he just wanted to provoke her, but clearly intended to attack her anyway.
Might just be because as a rule of thumb I get this very uneasy feeling about men who look and act like him (no offense to the actor lol) but pale light-eyed white men who get weird around their younger peers (especially girls) trigger some primal instinct that makes me wanna start spamming NOPE NOPE NOPE
And I know, he was presumably trying to kidnap Cal to take her to the Guild blah blah. But what is the Guild up to? They just casually wanna take in anyone even slightly exposed to monster stuff? Even one of their own? Are they that paranoid or experimenting or what?
We also know the Guild has levels and presumably a governing body, even if the details were unclear, and they’re international judging by the ambiguously Iberian dude Theo called. If they’re far away, do they even care for the individual families working for them? Are people like the Burns just cannon fodder?
I get the impression that the Guild are meant to be the epitome of anti-monster stuff (assuming MAAMs are just meant to be small-time bigots/Karens) while Davina and now the Legacy Council would be the epitome of evil-ish vampires, though the Legacy vampires haven’t actually struck me as over the top as I expected, unless Elinor’s the norm and Margot/Sebastian were exceptions to the murderous tendencies.
I recall seeing a post about how apparently this series is supposed to be about breaking harmful family traditions so I’m assuming things like Caliette, the split between Oliver and the Fairmonts, and Talia’s decision to save Theo despite them being hunters, are meant to be the ones in a positive light.
So is that implying the organizations behind them (the Guild and maybe the Legacy Council) are the ones perpetuating the struggle?
In any case Clayton Cook was creepy as f
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Anyway my life has been turned upside down(dramatic) (talking about gacha games lol)
I’ve been anticipating itto and Lyney to rerun around the same time in the early part of the year. But. NOW it sounds like from what I’ve heard via leaks, rumors, and predictions… the next two phases after the one about to start… are gonna be itto + the new lady and neuvelette + KAZUHA??? I didnt plan for him. My baby boy. My beloved son. I FORGOT ABOUT YOU. OH NO!!!!!!!
so now I have a dilemma. Bc after researching over time it sounds like c2 Itto and c2 Kazu would be REALLY good. Rn I have c0 Itto and c1 kazuha. and I’m at a pity guarantee after I got diluc when I was trying for yoimiya lol. So do I wanna risk it all for itto first??? I WAS already trying to get a second itto like a year ago when he reran 😭 or do I get one itto and then wait, and try for Kazu with the rest?? But Kazu as I have him is already REALLY good. But. He could be Better. And he probs won’t be back for another YEAR!!!
But then what about Lyney.. I failed to get him when he released and I really want himmm I love magician themes and his vfx are SO fun. And I don’t have yoimiya so all the more reason for a fire archer…. I’m not really an archer player but it would be helpful to have one sometimes lol. And I have his siblings so they could be a trio…. One prediction thing I looked at said he’s probs gonna come out in may-ish. But what if I risk it all for itto and Kazu and then Lyney immediately next and I die 🧍😭
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Jealous? - Mitch Rapp
Author: @stilinskiparker
Characters: Mitch Rapp x Reader
Word Count: 1,760
Warnings: soft mitch?, idk we’re pretty standard here; fluff, jealousy, innuendo in the middle-ish and at the end..., got some implied smut near the middle, nothing too outrageous.
Requested: “Hi lovely! I was wondering if you’d do “OH! You’re jealous” with Mitch Rapp? Love your writing!” @kellysashcroft
A/N: Hi, friends! It’s ya’girl, back with requests!... that are now closed. Anyways, I really hope y’all like this. It’s my first Mitch piece, so pls go easy on me, lol. It’s kinda short, but like I said, it’s my first Mitch piece and i kinda don’t know how to write him ‘cause i never have before this piece. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊
You know what’s awesome about getting dressed up for a night out? Getting partially dressed up for a night out. My girlfriends called me and asked if I wanted to go out for dinner, to which I obviously said yes to. I needed time with my girls, I missed them.
The boyfriend was out on work related stuff, so I was stuck home alone until he got back. He’s a CIA Operative and his name is Mitch Rapp. Very dangerous job he had. I don’t know how many times I’ve had to patch him up because he’s too stubborn to get patched up by the medics he works with.
Tonight’s outfit choice was casual, but classy. A simple black dress with a pair of Converse and a blue denim jacket. Hair was down and straight, and makeup was natural but classy. Something Mitch, I’m sure, would approve of. But who needs a man's approval for feeling good, amiright?
Anyway, the girls and I were headed to this beautiful restaurant in the middle of town. Outdoor seating, string lights up above our heads, live music heard from down the street. It was somewhere you take someone for a nice date or even a girl’s night, like what we were doing!
Gossip here and there about our guys and girl, what we’ve been up to, what we hope for the future, all that jazz. Now, if you’re wondering if the girls know about Mitch, don’t worry. They do. That’s how I met them! Well, a couple of them. The others I knew from college.
“Oh, my god, did you hear about Aubrey?” my best friend, Sophie, said.
A gasp was heard from Charlotte before she said, “No. What? What’s the gossip?!”
Looking around at the four of us, Sophie smiled and said, “I heard… she’s trying to go after one of our men.”
Gasps. That’s all you could hear from us before we all started talking at the same time.
“What?”
“Who?
“Why would she do that?”
“Better not be my Tommy.”
Putting her hands on the table and chuckling, Sophie said, “Ladies! I’ll tell you if you’ll all stop talking at the same time.”
Since we all wanted to know who Aubrey was trying to go after, we all shut our faces real quick. Sophie looked at every single one of us before landing her eyes… on me.
I stuttered for a second before finally finding my words. “Mitch? My Mitch?”
She nodded her head with a smirk on her face. “Yup. The one and only Mitch Rapp.”
“Why Mitch?!” I shrieked. The girls tried to quiet me down, but I swatted at them to get to be quiet. “No, no, no. I wanna know. Why is this bitch trying to get my Mitch?”
“She said she found him to be handsome, you annoying and she can probably please him in ways that you can’t.”
Another wave of gasps and a lean on the table from me later, I looked Sophie in the eyes and said, “Tell me everything.”
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When I got home that night, I never expected to be woken up by the sound of a punching bag and the door to mine and Mitch’s shared bedroom to be opened a little.
Sitting up in our bed, I rubbed my eye a little before reaching over and flipping my phone up to light up the screen, the time reading 2:14am. Getting up, I crossed my arms over my chest, following the noise groggily, trying not to trip over my own two feet. I heard his grunts before I saw him, punching away at his bag. He stopped for a second, a mad look in his eyes before he stopped the bag with his hands, panting from the workout he’d just done.
“Mitch?” I quietly called. “Baby, are you okay?”
His look softened when our eyes met, something along the lines of regret on his face. He walked over to me, gently bringing his hands to my cheeks, a small grimace to his face. “I didn’t mean to wake you, I’m sorry. It was a long day at work, and I needed to take my frustrations out and the bag was the only choice.”
Leaning into his touch, I closed my eyes and hummed quietly. “It’s okay,” I whispered. “Is it about the work event in a couple weeks?”
He sighed, pressing his forehead to mine. “It’s like you’re a fucking mind reader.”
I giggled, moving my head to press my lips against his, softly. I hummed again as I pulled away, smiling a little.
“Go back to bed,” he said. “I’ll be there in a minute.”
“You better, or I’m kicking your ass.”
He chuckled, rubbing the tip of his nose against mine. “You wish.”
I turned around and looked at him over my shoulder, smiling at him. As I walked away, I felt him smack my ass, making me jump a little. “Mitch!”
“Bed!”
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A couple weeks had passed, and it was just a couple days before Mitch’s work event. I already had my dress picked out, but helping Mitch decide whether he would be wearing a bow tie or a normal one was beginning to become impossible.
“Would you hold still?” I exclaimed. “I’m trying to get this right.”
“I wasn’t aware you knew how to tie a bow tie,” he said.
I looked at him with a blank expression. “I don’t. Which is why you need to be still.” I looked back at the material around his neck, groaning with defeat. “Oh, my god, just wear a normal fucking tie.”
He shrugged, saying, “Eh, ties aren’t really my thing.”
I leaned my head back and groaned, turning to our dresser, placing the bow tie down. “You’re not going unbuttoned. It’s a formal event from what the girls have told me. You’re wearing a tie.”
Walking around him to the bed, I picked up the tie that I placed there earlier in the day. “These I actually know how to tie.”
Before I could turn around to walk back around him, I felt two arms go around my waist before a chin was placed on my shoulder. I hummed, leaning my head back on Mitch’s shoulder and closed my eyes.
“When we get back from the event, I know the perfect way to tie this tie,” he whispered in my ear.
I bit my bottom lip and let out a hum, thankful for his arms that were around my waist because if they weren’t there, my knees would hit the ground. “Don’t start teasing.”
He quickly spun me around, our lips meeting in an already heated kiss. “It’s what I do best.”
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It’s the night of Mitch’s work event, and since I wasn’t able to go with him due to a minor work obligation, we both went separately. My dress was nude, spaghetti strap and beautiful with beading all over it with about half of my back showing, and a slit about halfway down my left leg. I paired it with some nude heels, my hair was half up half down in beautiful waves, and my makeup was done elegantly; almost like what you would see on a bride.
As soon as I had walked into the building where the event was taking place, I was offered a glass of champagne, and started looking for Mitch. I found him, talking to his boss, Stan Hurley, who locked eyes with me before leaning in closer to Mitch’s ear, whispering something into his ear.
Whatever he said made Mitch turn around and stare at me like he was seeing me for the first time again. Different story, different time.
I walked over to the two of them, putting my free arm across Mitch’s upper back, his arm going around my waist. “Well, howdy, boys.”
“Y/N,” Stan greeted, leaning forward and giving me a small hug… something of which he never gives. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I smiled. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” I looked over at Mitch, seeing a small scowl on his face. “I see you managed to tie that all by yourself.”
He looked over at me, scowl still present.
Stan cleared his throat before turning his body halfway away from us. “I’ll let you two have a little bit of privacy.”
Just as soon as Stan walked away, Mitch’s grip on me tightened ever so slightly. He went to say something, but I interrupted his thoughts. “I’m gonna go find Sophie and say hey.”
I walked away from him, taking another sip of the alcoholic beverage in my hand. Once I found Sophie, I went over the game plan we had for the night to make Mitch jealous.
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Around thirty or so minutes later, I felt an arm wrap around my waist, pulling my back to their front. Because I didn’t know who it was, I started to panic a little on the inside before I felt those lips I love so much press brush against the shell of my ear.
“What makes you think you can wear a dress like that tonight?” Mitch growled in my ear, quietly.
I look over at him with sultry eyes, saying, “Why? Are you jealous?.”
Moving his body to face me a little more, we never stopped our stare down as he says, “No other guy in here should be able to look at you the way I get to.”
“And no other girl here should be able to do the same with you. Looking like a snack in this suit. You know what it does to me.”
“Oh!” he said, one brow raised. “You’re jealous?”
With a scowl on my face, I turn my head back to the event. Mine and Aubrey’s eyes met for a second before I started to get a little mad. Grabbing Mitch's hand, I basically dragged him out of the event and back to his car, pushing him against the driver's side door.
He went to speak as I undid the buttons on his suit jacket, but I stopped him with my lips, putting my hands on his sides under his jacket.
I felt his hands on my cheeks, deepening the kiss.
After our tongues battled for a minute or two, he pulled away, a smirk on his face. “You are jealous.”
“If Aubrey thinks she can have you, she’s dead fucking wrong,” I breathed. “Now, take me home and fuck me as good as you know how to until the sun comes up or else I’ll change my mind.”
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A/N 2: i had this idea for a work place event, and since mitch is a cia operative, i really don’t know if the actual cia has work events like this, so i kinda just went with the flow of the story. if you’re wondering, she makes mitch jealous by wearing this dress, and not really standing around him for the time that they’re there.
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Posted on June 16, 2021
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First Times
“Jae”, you whispered, gaining his attention, “We will still be best friends after this, right?”
He pulls you closer to him, making your face rest on his naked chest. He smelled like sweat and that intense body spray, like those days he came back from his basketball practice to meet you under the treehouse. He smelled like home.
pairing: childhood friend/ceo! jaehyun x fem! reader
genre: smut, angst
word count: 6.584k
warnings: loss of virginity, then not so virgin sex lol, squirting
summary: “Jaehyun had been your best friend ever since you were 7 years old, but after a certain incident he disappears, without informing you of his whereabouts. You had come to terms with the fact that you’ll never see him again until your paths cross unexpectedly, meeting as boss and employee”
a/n: I feel like ceo! jaehyun fics are overwritten so I tried to focus more on the childhood friends to lovers aspect, giving it a little twist
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There was no way that was him.
When you were 10 years old you couldn’t wait to have your first kiss. You were plain obsessed with the romance dramas that were playing on tv, your mom complaining about having to witness the same unrealistic tropes over and over again, but you stayed frozen in front of the screen.
Why were the characters so caught up in the thought of seeing each other? Why were they willing to risk everything they had for the other person? You were curious to find out about the love the grown ups talked about, and playing mommy and daddy with the neighbor’s son, Jaehyun, wasn’t cutting it anymore.
He was waiting for you in his treehouse, preparing his toys for your playdate. A table of pots and cutlery on one side of the room and a battlefield with ships on the other. He preferred when you two dueled for the “fate of your country”, but he knew you liked to play house so he compromised. One hour of what you like and one hour of what he liked, that’s what his mom had said.
You stomped inside, your pout not matching his excited smile.
“Finally, you’re here! Can we play my games first? My uncle got me new soldiers, look!” He ran up to you, a bunch of different green miniatures in his hands. You didn’t bother to spare him a glance, too caught up in your personal drama.
“I don’t want to play games,” you whined, “I want a boyfriend!”
Jaehyun blinked a couple times, confused. “But you have one, me. I am your friend and I am a boy”
You threw your head back in frustration, groaning so loudly that the rest of the neighborhood probably heard you. “Noo it’s not the same! We don’t kiss on the lips and stuff!”
The little boy came closer to you, scowling. He was starting to get really impatient with your whining over these dramas that you liked so much. So what if you don’t kiss and stuff? It’s no big deal anyways!
He grabbed your ears, bringing you closer to his face and he gave you a small peck. Your first kiss.
“There. Will you play with me now?”
When you turned 18 you exchanged your love for dramas with a love for art. You also exchanged your calculus workbooks for oil paints and acrylics, busy with piecing together a portfolio that would get you accepted into art school. There was one thing that stayed stable in your life, however, that followed you from childhood into adolescence.
“Hey, sorry for being late, basketball practice took longer than I expected”, Jaehyun apologized and joined you at his backyard. The treehouse had gotten too old for inhabiting but the trunk you were currently lied against served its purpose as your current hangout after school.
“Hey”, you sniffled and he finally noticed how watery your eyes were. He dropped his sportsbag immediately, and sat next to you on the slightly moist grass, your arms touching.
“I’m guessing Mark denied your offer to go to the prom with you?”
You nodded, hiding your face in his embrace before he sees you crying. Being Jaehyun’s friend wasn’t always easy. His easygoing personality and good looks on top of being president of four school clubs made him one of the most popular kids in high school. You reminded yourself that he’s still the same boy you’ve always known, that you don’t have to feel threatened by the army of girls always clinging by his sides, but it was hard. It was hard to recount your rejection from this morning when he probably has never truly felt that feeling before. Even with his college applications pending, you knew he’d be successful. Any institution would be crazy to miss up on him, and the rest of the world felt that way about him too.
“I don’t wanna talk about it”, you mumble, leaning back before you stain his t-shirt even more, “Did Mina find the dress she is gonna wear after all?”
Your genuine worry for his prom date, even after your failed promposal, broke his heart. You were always so empathetic, so selfless, so nice to him. He didn’t have it in him to let you stay in your state of misery.
“Nothing”, he blurted, rushing to explain after seeing the confused look on your face, “she bailed on me last minute”.
That was a lie, but you didn’t have to know that. Jaehyun cancelling on his date would be a dick move, he knew that, but you being happy was his priority. It always has, at least as long as he was still here. “So if you didn’t mind, I was thinking we go together? As friends of course”
“Jae! I love you!”
You tackled him with a hug, the grass tickling his neck and he just laughed at the adorable screech you let out. You both stayed there enjoying the chill evening, talking about renting cars and matching outfits.
He let you rant about the dress you’ve chosen to wear and he promised to convince his parents to leave his house empty for the after party.
The prom night was the last time you saw Jung Jaehyun. There you two were, sprawled out on his bed and tired off your asses, spending what seemed like the most fun night of your life together. Your feet were in blisters from all the dancing, head spinning from the after-party vodka. Jaehyun had turned his head towards you, tie undone and staring at a piece of glitter that had fallen on your collarbone. He looked as handsome as ever in his suit, red eyes glued on you and a satisfied smile on his face.
“Your parents are gonna be so mad when they see the mess on their carpet. I told you not to get Jungwoo drunk”
Jaehyun laughed, his deep laugh reverbrating through the room. “Not if you tell them in the morning. They can’t get mad at you. You told your mom you’re staying over, right?”
You nodded, maybe shaking your head a lot longer than needed but your tipsy self wanted to make sure you got your message across.
“You know”, you started with a snicker, “she gave me like a million condoms for tonight. Probably thought I was planning on losing my virginity like any teenager with a social life”
He kept staring at you, eyes lazily taking in the sight of your pretty smile. “Yeah, same with my dad. I think that’s the only reason why they gave me the house”
You whipped your head to face him at the speed of light, mouth gaped open and staring at him incredulously. “Jae, you’re a virgin??”
It was hard to believe. I mean sure, you hadn’t had any experience in the sex department either but you were, well, you. Shy with new people, horrible at flirting and a bit standoff-ish if you were being honest. But your best friend, as likable and good looking as he was, had never been with a girl before?
“Well, yeah, I was just kinda- I was waiting for the right person, you know? Someone to make it memorable”
You sighed, relating with his words but also...
“I just wish I could get it over with”, you confess and you saw Jaehyun gulp visibly. He was glancing at the nothingness on his ceiling, lost in his thoughts.
“Yeah”
The silence lasted for a few minutes, only the distant sound of a passing police car interrupting it. He sat on his knees, the conversation sobering him up significantly. “Remember when you wanted to have your first kiss and I just did it so you wouldn’t complain about it anymore?”
You smile fondly at the memory, waiting for him to continue. There was somewhere he was getting at.
“Well, we both want to not be virgins anymore, right? So let’s just do it”
You felt an electric tension growing between you. It was like you were holding two magnets, begging to touch each other but you still held them apart, because if you let go you just knew things would never be the same again.
Jaehyun leaned in, dunking his head at the last minute and kissing your neck instead. It was tentative, a kiss that tested the waters. He was still holding back, wanting to make sure you wanted this as much as he wanted it too. You scooted closer to him, placing your legs to frame his closed knees, putting his face gently in your hands.
His pupils were dilated, shifting to a million places but your voice managed to make him concentrate to your eyes solely. You could hear his heartbeat bumping in his chest.
“Jae, I love you. You have to trust me, ok?”
“Okay” he nodded, eyes wide open and sincere, “I love you too, so much”
You kiss him finally, and the room around you spun even more. The feeling was strangely comfortable, yet your lungs were struggling to do their job. In that moment, it felt like everything in the world was the way it was supposed to be, and you two were a part of that bigger, perfectly orchestrated picture.
He grabbed you by your waist, bringing you over his lap. His fingers danced from your thighs to the zipper of your dress, the cool midnight air spreading goosebumps on your back. You help him out by pulling your straps down, staying in your strapless bra.
“If I knew what was gonna happen tonight I would wear cuter underwear”, you mutter and Jaehyun chuckles. Why did your heart skip a beat at the sound? It’d be a lie to say you hadn’t found yourself staring at your best friend a minute too long in the past, but tonight- Tonight the effect he had on you held an intensity that you’ve never felt before.
“Underwear can only help you out so much. They can’t do wonders”
“Wow Jae, way to make me drier that the Sahara desert”
He dipped back down to your throat, sucking at the soft skin over your collarbones and earning an embarassingly high-pitched moan from you. You felt him smile against your neck as he licked over the nibbled flesh in little circles, wishing he would repeat that motion on another part of your body.
“We’ll see about that”
As if he wanted to prove his point, he grinds you over his erection, lighting your insides on fire. Your dress was short, meaning that you could feel all of him-and it seemed like a whole lot- over your panties that were damping up.
“Show me your tits and I’ll show you mine”
Jaehyun laughed at your comment; ridiculous yet successful at calming his ragged breath down. The buttons of his dress shirt opened one by one, each of them revealing another inch of his smooth chest. His skin was glowing, and his abs proved that puberty was starting to work its wonders on him.
You trace your fingers over two moles on his chest, leaving soft kisses over them. You could feel his pulse on your lips, fast and pumping blood all over his body. Despite his attempts at staying collected over the loss of his virginity, you realized that he was probably as nervous and scared as you are.
“Your turn”, he whispered, bringing you back into the moment. You reach back to unclasp your bra, freeing your boobs, and a smile cracked on your lips at Jaehyun’s reaction.
He stayed frozen and gawking at your chest, hands twitching and not knowing what to do with the sight you so generously offered him. Bringing his hands into your own, you place them over your mounds, guiding him into squeezing them. He continues on his own, pinching your nipples as he leans forward for another kiss, probably to hide his evident blush from you.
The making out continued, leaving you both with only your underpants on. He places you on your back, and starts petting your clit over your panties, the motion so soft it drove you insane. Hungry for more.
You started whining, grinding forwards against his fingers and he chuckled, pulling the fabric away to leave you uncovered. The chilly air was quickly exchanged with the feeling of his warm digits, causing a different kind of shivering.
When he inserted the first finger in you, you felt like your whole body was burning up with a high fever. You’d done this again, with your ex-boyfriend in summer camp but it definitely didn’t feel as sinful and delicious and pleasureable as this. It pulled at a knot in your stomach, begging to be untangled and Jaehyun was taking his sweet time with you. Quick circles on your swollen bud and a nibble on your neck, that’s what it took for him to enjoy you shaking through an orgasm.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful”
You looked angelic with the sweat trickling down your chest, skin glowing in the limelight and Jaehyun would just sit and stare if it wasn’t for the tent in his boxers that was screaming for attention. Pulling at the soft fabric, you sprung him free and the boldness that came when you did started to evaporate. It hit you in that moment, that he had seen all of you and now you saw all of him- yes you had been best friends for years but this intimacy was unprecedented. And you liked the feeling.
You put him in your grasp, moving your fist in a pivoting motion with his precum as your lubricant. He throws his head back with a grunt that almost made you cum a second time and urged you to pick up the pace. Unsure of what to do next, you licked your other palm and started to massage his balls hoping he liked it. He did by the sound of his moans, but stopped you abruptly, scaring you that you accidentally did something wrong in your inexperience.
“If you continue like this I’m gonna cum. Let’s do this“
You swallow on nothing and reach to your jacket on the floor for the condoms your mum gave you.
“Want a pink one? A green maybe? Blue?”, you joke and he pets your hair lovingly, looking down at you.
“Blue. Your favourite colour”
You smiled warmly at his response, satisfied with your decision to share this moment with your best friend. With someone who knew you so well.
Unwrapping the plastic, you placed the rubber over his hardness with shaking hands, following the instructions as best as you could. Jaehyun leaned down over you, planting a dozen kisses over your face as he positioned himself over your entrance.
“Ready?”
You nodded, giving him permission to dip his tip in, the first inches stretching you out nicely. The wetness caused by your orgasm helped your situation a lot, the slickness allowing him to dive a little deeper. Then, the stinging started, making you hiss and he kissed you immediately, trying to soothe you.
“I know, baby, I know. I’m sorry. We have to go through the hard part now ok?”
The nickname playing over and over again in your head gave you the patience needed to endure him bottoming out, along with the first thrusts. It was uncomfortable, but the feeling of him inside you, of the two of you coming together as one, released some chemical in your brain that made most of the pain go away. He took his fingers from your hips to gently pat away the teardrops staining your cheeks.
“That’s it baby, you’re doing so well”
His words and the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls drew a moan out of your half open mouth, the sound carrying on the air you two shared and landing on Jaehyun’s lips. There was a tension on your belly and something told you it wasn’t just physical, more like an emotional revelation, a fire already ignited but flared up by this incident. Your feelings towards your childhood friend, a love that was more than platonic.
For you, at least.
Jaehyun was young and you felt so tight around him that he didn’t take long to finish. He pulled out last minute, taking the condom out and spilling spurts of his cum all over your stomach. It earned a scowl and an eyebrow raise from you but the way he apologized, saying you “looked too beautiful to resist”, was too cute to stay mad at.
You laid back on his bed, holding hands and trying to register what just happened. The ocassional car drove by, the lights illuminating Jaehyun’s eyes that you noted were glossy. Maybe it was just as intense for him, you thought and squeezed his hands a little tighter.
“Jae”, you whispered, gaining his attention, “We will still be best friends after this, right?”
He pulls you closer to him, making your face rest on his naked chest. He smelled like sweat and that intense body spray, like those days he came back from his basketball practice to meet you under the treehouse. He smelled like home.
“Forever”
Forever must have a different meaning in the Jungs’s dictionary, because after that night, Jaehyun was unreachable. You tried to text him, call him, only to be ignored and faced with stupid excuses.
You thought long and hard about why your best friend suddenly decided to ghost you. Maybe he didn’t like the sex. Understandable, since it was your first time, but it’s not like you promised him a night of mind blowing love making or anything. You decided that he probably felt too awkward to talk to you after that night and you told yourself to give him some space.
Three days passed, then another, then a week and still no sign of Jaehyun. Tired of the radio silence and irritated by his attitude, you got ready to visit him at his house, confront him one-on-one.
No, you didn’t wear your favourite perfume for him. It just so happened that you chose to put on that dress he had complimented you on before. You didn’t hope for him to call you beautiful again, or have a retake of the prom night fun. The butterflies in your stomach were probably the heavy lunch you ate. Yes, it was all coincidental.
You walked down the stairs with a pep in your step, storming through your parents in the kitchen.
“And were are you going so happy, young lady?”, your dad chirps and you smile at him.
“I’m gonna go see Jaehyun real quick!”
“Real quick? To a different country? He came back already?”
You stilled at the sound of your mother’s words, confused.
“A different country? I’m going down the street to the Jungs, mom”
“Honey, the Jungs are there but not Jaehyun. He moved abroad to study Business. Didn’t he tell you?”
The ground beneath your feet seemed to melt and pull you under the third level of hell. How could he get accepted to a university and not tell you? How could he move countries and not even say goodbye? How dare he make you fall in love with him, give you the best night of your life and then leave you hanging like that?
You ran upstairs to your room, wailing in what seemed like a mixture of rage and sadness. You felt so dumb, in your sundress and shaved pussy and cute underwear you chose out for him. It was all so, so unfair and the feeling ate you alive. The feeling that you hated Jung Jaehyun.
So now, when he stands from across the room, all suited up but with the additional rank of CEO on his shoulders you couldn’t believe that it was him.
Your portfolio did get you into an art school after all, majoring in product design. Your innovative work of rebranding the latest releases, taking on the aesthetic part of the marketing, landed you a great deal in J industries. The product was good and your skills were better, so when the sales went off the roof you weren’t surprised. What you didn’t expect however, was that the boss of your boss, who was currently staring at you from across the launch party, was your childhood best friend.
Ex-best friend.
“Damn, y/n, Mr. Jung hasn’t taken his eyes off of you all night, huh?”, said Sook, the assistant marketing director who was working by your side on the project.
“Well, he should have come over and congratulate me by now. I did help save his company”
She laughed lightly, unaware for how deeply rooted your dislike for the man really was. You continue your conversation when you suddenly see her turn visibly tense, sweeping her hands on the front of her dress. Oh, you should have watched what you wished for.
“M-Mr. Jung, how are you enjoying this party? This is y/n, she did most of the designs for the campaign-”
Eyes widening in shock, you get lost in some passerbys, meddling with the other coworkers in the gathering. Sook left a little yelp when she realized you had dissolved into thin air in seconds. You could still faintly hear her apologizing merrily.
“Oh I swear she was sitting right next to me Mr. Jung”
Chatting up with friends and even strangers, you made sure you never stayed in the same place for too long. Jaehyun’s eyes were still boring holes into your face no matter where you went, a smirk plastered on his own every time he caught you checking out for him.
In a last attemp to turn invisible, you find cover on a small couch, slightly hidden by some ballon decorations and you shoved a book to your face, faking interest. But alas, a dip in the furniture next to you and the familiar woody smell soon rang a bell of danger in your head.
“You know your book is upside down, right?”
Wincing at your fatal mistake, you turn around to be faced with a pair of brown eyes you thought you’d never see again. You noticed how they’re glowing in pride and ambition and remembered how they shined that night from tears, how you tried to read through him, just like now.
“Jung. Got bored of your little staring game?”
Jaehyun had grown an inch or two since you last saw him, you notice, standing even taller in his exemplary posture. He still stuck with his long hairstyle, locks styled back sleekly and exposing his defined cheekbones. His skin was even paler than usual, glowing in the dark room. Being a CEO probably meant staying inside a lot, making tanning for his complexion almost impossible.
“Considering you applied to my company, y/n, I figured you’d come to me now as well”
Why was he using that voice around you? You‘d made fun of him numerous times in the past for that deep tone, only coming up when he was trying to woo some girl.
“I didn’t know it was your dumb company”, you start, rolling your eyes in annoyance, “I’m surprised you even remember my name”
“How could I forget the girl I went to prom with?” And took my virginity, you wanted to add but knew he censored his words on purpose. “Also, Sook mentioned your name like, five minutes ago”
“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about”
His silence was uncomfortable, thickening the atmosphere even more. You saw regret and guilt in his features, lips struggling to find the right words and hands fumbling with his tie.
“I know you’re mad, rightfully so. But please, come over to my place for a drink. For old time’s sake”. The deep voice was persistent and that’s when you realized that Jaehyun wasn’t a teenager anymore. So many years had passed since that summer, enough to mature you both physically and emotionally, yet the wound stung still so freshly.
“You can’t just choose when to re-enter my life so easily”, you huffed and started to walk away from him, when you felt his fingers wrapping gently around your wrist.
“y/n, please. I’ve missed you. One drink, that’s it”
It was so annoying, you thought as you entered his condo, how his dimples were still so effective at convincing you. It was quite luxurious, definitely bigger than your apartment and by the looks of the fancy furniture, his hard work as CEO surely paid off.
“You like it?”
“Not as much as your treehouse but it’s okay”, you reply him and he grins at the reminiscence of your old shenanigans as children.
“I’ll bring the wine”
You snooped around a bit more, examining the decorations of his living room. It was quite minimalistic, an abstract painting or two, a weird sculpture, no family pictures in sight. You always hated places like that, so lifeless, so impersonal. Jaehyun had too rich of a personality for that.
He sat on his leather couch, placing two glasses of white wine in front of him and motioning you to sit down as well. You took a seat as far away from his as possible and he winced at the distance you kept, now also turning physical.
Jaehyun started a conversation by asking you about your work at the company, then moving on to your personal life. You politely answered him, even joked about how single you are. He started recounting the start of his company, how he got the idea to begin from scratch and the hardships that came with it. As it was expected from the bachelor’s vibes his place emitted, CEO position didn’t allow for enough free time for him to meet someone new, let alone something serious. Your little meet up seemed to be going well. Too well to be exact. One glass down and you finally had enough of feigning ‘happy old friends catching up’.
“Why did you bring me here Jaehyun? Really bring me here”
The man sighed at your tone, running his fingers through his hair and messing their gelled-up styling. Getting up from his position, he finishes up his second glass and sits closer to you, body facing yours.
“I guess... I owe you an apology. For back then. I should have told you I’m moving abroad”
“Yes, Jaehyun, you should have. Especially after what we did before you left”
He closed his eyes in shame, glossy after he reopened them. A serious expression darkened his features, looking as solemn as that last night you saw him before his disappearance and hanging from your lips. “Do you regret it? Going through with it?”
“No”, you answer immediately, because it was the truth. All the guys you’ve slept with in your time as an adult, though more experienced than high-school Jaehyun, were missing that one factor that none other than your best friend could offer you. Connection, vulnerability, care. True love.
He sighs, once again, clearly relieved by your answer but still speaking in a bittersweet tone.
“Good, I would really hate myself if you did. I was just, so scared you’d forget about me. I had to know you’d remember me. Then you said this whole thing about wanting to have our first time and-“. You knew it was the wine in his system that caused his rambling. Jaehyun wasn’t one to stumble on his words, definitely not sentimental like that. But alcohol seemed to bring you closer when in need and at the right time so you let it, once again, and you let him finish. “-and you looked so beautiful that I couldn’t help myself. If I knew you’d grow up to look like this I would have never-“
He stopped himself mid sentence, regretting sharing more. You, however, weren’t done with this conversation yet. There were so many years spent repenting your friendship, so many questions running through your head, and you weren’t leaving this room until they got answered.
“If you didn’t want me to forget you that much then why not tell me you got accepted to a university abroad? I was your best friend!”. Your words were emotionally charged, unwillingly making your voice turn up in volume. It was as if you turned back into the little girl crying in her bedroom, finally getting the chance to say all those things she was screaming in her pillow. “I would be so happy for you, I loved you”
“Yes you did! You literally said that every single day!”, Jaehyun yelled back, startling you, “And every single time it was as if you jabbed a knife in my chest! Did you know how much it killed me? To hear this from my best friend I’d been in love with for the past 10 years?”
“You- you were in love with me?”, you ask dumbly, voice light in disbelief, a stark difference from Jaehyun’s a second ago.
He settled his breathing, hands fixing his hair once again in abashment.
“I knew that if I told you I had to go abroad you would get all sad and start crying and I wouldn’t be able to see you like that. I knew that the moment you’d tell me you miss me I would drop everything to be with you. That night that we had sex.. I didn’t plan it but I thought it would be better for you if I made you hate me. And when I saw you again today- it felt like not one day had passed since high school. I didn’t know how to approach you, what to say. I’m sorry”
You sat there in shock, connecting the dots in your brain. All the feelings you were trying to repress around him, the lingering glances and butterflies in your stomach, were reqruited all along. You knew exactly what he meant earlier, about time seeming to freeze. The way he looked at you now, all teary eyed and red and shaking was utterly and overwhelmingly the warm Jaehyun that met you every night after school. And you wouldn’t let another day go to waste.
You lean forward, capturing his lips into a kiss long overdue. It was tentative and you started pulling back when he places both hands on the sides of your neck, keeping you from letting go. His fingertips grasp part of your hair and you lean your face sideways, melting into the kiss and his touch. A lick on his bottom lip and now your tongues were touching, groaning at how much better he got at this and wanting to put his skill to better use. Tugging on his soft locks, he moans and his baritone voice made the hairs on your arms stand on edge.
You moved your hands on his chest, palming the defined muscles and deciding you wanted to treat your eyes, ripping his shirt open in one move. Jaehyun grabs the meat of your thighs, hands gripping the edge of your dress and pulling it upwards until it falls over your head. He dipped into your neck immediately, sucking and nibbling passionately right in the middle, your moans sounding breathless with the pressure he puts on your throat. Trailing down, he left a path of open mouthed kisses, now focusing on the mounds of your breasts that your bra wasn’t covering. A flick of his wrist and the piece of underwear was gone, lips surrounding your nipple, releasing it with a loud pop.
You moan out his name and his growl’s animalistic, nails digging on the softness of your hips.
“Fuck I love that sound”
He probably made it a goal to hear it again as he started kissing on your inner thighs, the bruises he left behind teasing you to the point of begging. You lift you hips to discard the skimpy underwear you chose for tonight, Jaehyun’s breath fanning your clit. A few kitten licks and your back is already lifting from the leather, his hands intertwining with yours to keep you in place.
Practice makes perfect and Jaehyun must have had a lot of it, the interchanging of sucking, licking and spitting on your pussy making you lose your mind in the most delicious way. You were in the midst of murmuring a mix of praises when he finally finds that spot that has you trembling under his tongue. Riding out your high, you grind against his face, the pleasure not leaving any room for shame. Chest heaving and vision restored, you glance down at Jaehyun, looking as irresistible as ever wiping his wet lips and chin.
You were fully prepared and willing to return the favor so you motioned him to stand up, positioning the back of your neck over the hand rest of the couch. After opening your mouth wide he got the point, quickly ridding himself off his pants and boxer briefs, spitting profanities at how hot you looked for him right now.
You were upside down, but you could very well see Jaehyun’s hard and angry cock staring back at you. You always thought that maybe, since he was your first, you might have overestimated his size in your head. But your brain apparently hadn’t manipulated that memory in the slightest because that length and grith would definitely be a challenge for you. And hell, did you want to take it on.
He pushes through your lips, and your tongue is quick to engulf him. Licking up and down his shaft as best as you could, made Jaehyun grip the couch in an effort to keep his knees from buckling from pleasure. The position allowed him to push even deeper inside you, filling up your throat. He places his fingers over the bulge on your throat, watching it itently with every move of his hips.
Your eyes teared up and your throat started to burn but the sounds Jaehyun let out with every thrust made it all worth it. He finally pulls out, a string of saliva and precum landing on your lips and he is quick to to clean you up with his fingers. Collecting the wetness, he pushes his digits inside your mouth, and something changes in his glare, eyes darkening in the most lustful expression.
“I need you inside me”, you mumble with his fingers inside of you and he nods, asking if he should go get a condom. You search through the contains of your handbag, hands trembling with the way he is pushed up agaist you, erection digging in the softness of your ass as he’s nibling the skin on your shoulders.
You handed him the square foil and as soon as he takes it in his grasp, he pushed you down to the arm rest, back against the cushion and legs in the air. Moving your hand between your legs, you distracted him by playing with your pussy, speading the juices around and pushing your folds apart to direct him to your opening.
The first thrust felt divine, thick cock filling you nicely and making your head fall back in pleasure. Jaehyun threw your legs over his shoulders, eyes glued to yours as he kissed your calves, picking up his pace. The moans started rolling off your tongue, echoing inside the big lounge and accompanied by the skin slapping sound of your bodies.
“I missed your body so much”, he muttered as he gripped your waist, setting an incredible pace that had your feet flexing. You turned your head to the side, catching your reflection on the huge window leading to the balcony. Tits bouncing, Jaehyun’s flexed arms, his dick digging inside you. What a sight.
“See something you like?”, he chuckled darkly and you smiled up at him, grazing your nails over his biceps.
“Show me something to remember you by”
Jae halted his thrusts, turning you over to your stomach swiftly, ass in the air. He kneaded his hands over your ass, giving it a little spank and spread your cheeks apart. Placing his right knee on the arm rest, he dives inside you again, and the moan you let out barely sounded like you. His cock was so deep inside you that you had to close your eyes to relish the feeling of fullness, amplified by the light pain of the stretch. Jaehyun collected your hair in his fist, pulling your upper body against his chest as he wrapped an arm around your own.
“Open your eyes. See how nicely you take my cock. Think you’ll forget that?”, he growls in your ear, thumb digging in your cheek and palm slightly muting your sounds. The dirty talk, his cock grazing against the spot that drove you crazy and Jaehyun’s godly reflection pounding the shit out of you brought you over the edge again. He didn’t let you take any time off, hips continuing to bruise against you as feverly as before, and you thought you just might combust.
“Jaehyun, p-please, it’s too much”, you plead with as much power is left in your system, and he pulls out, only to start rubbing quick circles over your clit that had you thrashing in his arms.
You melt into his arms, a pressing feeling in your belly that you had never felt before and soon you climax for the third time, droplets of cum squirting out of your pussy and dripping onto the wooden flooring.
“This is so fucking hot”, Jaehyun mutters and starts thrusting inside you, trying to coax as much cum out of you as possible.
The waves keep coming, gushing out of you every time he pulls out, until he can’t take the sight anymore, coming with a shiver and a ragged breath.
You were sweaty and exhausted, smiling faintly as he showered you with kisses.
“Let’s get you cleaned up”
You try to stand up futilely, knees wobbling and unable to keep your balance. Jaehyun chuckles at the sight but helps you up like the gentleman he is, moving you to the floor’s bathroom.
You hop in and he joins you, letting the water run down your body and helping you soap up. It was very intimate but comfortable at the same time, his gentle caresses belonging to your skin. Everything felt right.
He was occupied with running his fingers over two hickeys he had planted on you earlier when you snap him out of his thoughts, voice barely audible over the running water.
“I’m sorry you felt like you had to lie to me to go study abroad. I think it’s pretty obvious after what we just did that I liked you too, but... I still would have let you move. Force you even.”
“You’re right. I’m sor-“
“I mean it Jaehyun. I’m so proud of you”
His eyes glimmered at your praise, wet eyelashes framing them and fluttering closed as he leaned down, pressing the sweetest kiss on your lips. It left you breathless, almost hurting when he pulled back. You could kiss him forever.
“I know you said I can’t just come back to your life like that but I want to try. I’ve seriously missed you”
“How about taking me to a date tomorrow night? To catch up some more”
He grinned brightly, eyes turning into crescent moons and dimples making your heart burst.
“Wherever you want”, he promised and took a step closer to you, hand snaking down your ass and pulling you against his wet body, “And speaking of making up for lost time... How about a round two?”
#jaehyun smut#jung jaehyun#jaehyun scenarios#jaehyun angst#nct scenarios#childhood#nct smut#jaehyun nct#nct angst#ceo jaehyun
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illicit affairs - sirius black x reader
Warnings: angst, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!)
Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader
Summary: You and Sirius start seeing each other in secret around Hogwarts since his best friend Remus has a crush on you, but is too shy to act on it. Inspired by "Illicit Affairs", by Taylor Swift.
A/N: God, all of a sudden I developed this hyper fixation with Sirius. I got a bunch of ideas for stories with him (and all of them inspired by songs lol) but this was the one that felt more structured. I haven't written in a while and English is not my first language so be kind lol
Words: 2k ish
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Make sure nobody sees you leave
Hood over your head
Keep your eyes down
You could swear the entire Hogwarts castle heard your hitched breath while you tried to make your way to the Gryffindor tower as silently as possible. Sirius was the one to leave first this time, heading for his dormitory while you had to count to 300 - you forgot your watch this time. You were sure it was his time to wait, but you didn't contradict him after he zipped his pants, gave you one last rough kiss, and said "Later, then?".
Tell your friends you're out for a run
You'll be flushed when you return
It took some time to develop this relationship to the point where you didn't have to talk and check each other's stories to avoid being caught. You knew your friends and roommates didn't believe you were risking getting caught and losing house points just for a night walk around the castle, but they gave up on you telling them who you were seeing.
Take the road less traveled by
Tell yourself you can always stop
It started last year, in your sixth year in Hogwarts. You always had a crush on Sirius, but that's not uncommon - nearly every girl on your year couldn't help falling for his long, silky hair, his gray eyes, his long, yet toned body, and, of course, his devil may care attitude.
But he never really paid attention to you, just some light flirting in a party at the Gryffindor common room one time; you were pretty sure he didn't know your name.
But it changed last year. You can't quite point to when, exactly, you noticed the Marauders would go quiet once you walked by. But it got to the point where you would always notice. You'd pass by them on purpose, flattered by the attention Black was finally giving you. But you didn't notice that it was his friend, Remus, that gave you the most passionate looks.
What started in beautiful rooms
Ends with meetings in parking lots
At a party right after a Quiddich match, you decided you would do something about it and give Sirius the chance to make a move. You took hours getting ready, borrowed a dress from a friend, the cleavage more revealing than anything else you ever wore, the fire whiskey burning your throat and your shyness.
Once you came down the stairs, you could feel the glances at you, running up and down your body, another rush to add to the whiskey and to boost your confidence. Your friend group was close to the Marauders and you thanked the gods for it. You were all dancing together, and Remus excused himself after a few songs - you later figured he might be trying to get confident enough to make a move - once Sirius perfume got to you. Sandalwood, something citric and tobacco, all mixed to intoxicate you.
You started dancing closer to him, and, in a spike of lust, grabbed his hand and went to an empty room. He looked confused but didn't complain when you pushed him against the wall and kissed him fervently. You felt his smirk, his excitement, once he pushed you back against a table and pulled your legs around him so he could lift you and sit you on it. He only stopped to catch his breath once you were panting and pulling his lower lip between your teeth.
You felt like a goddess when his long fingers explored your body, lingering on your exposed curves. You unbuttoned his shirt while he unzipped your dress, and, without giving it a second thought, with a spark of pain between all the pleasure, you had your first time with the infamous Sirius Black.
And that's the thing about illicit affairs
And clandestine meetings
And longing stares
When you were finished, the combination of soreness and embarrassment started to make your chest heavy - the first time of many. Sirius was a gentleman, though, helping you fix yourself enough so it wasn’t obvious that you were doing what you just did, not commenting on the blood, or when your nails pressed against the skin of his shoulders out of pain.
You felt his stares during the next few weeks, trying to find a way of talking to him and meet him again, maybe on a date, something more romantic than snogging on dark, empty classrooms.
One night, you were reading in the common room and noticed him alone, leaning against the wall, close to the portrait of the Fat Lady. Once he felt your eyes on him, he left the room, and you felt a rush, getting up, counting to ten, and following him to another empty classroom, where he quickly took your book off your hands and moved them to his neck.
It's born from just one single glance
But it dies, and it dies, and it dies
A million little times
You were anxious to repeat his steps, standing against the wall, waiting for him to look at you. But he sure followed you to yet another empty room.
That time, you actually had a conversation after you were done, but it was far from the romantic invitation for a date at Madame Puddifoot.
"You need to be less obvious", he said, buttoning up his shirt.
"I just did what you've done last time", you said, pulling your skirt up, feeling the warmness between your legs, the humiliation of being scolded like a kid by the person responsible for it.
"But if it's going to happen that often", he smirked, "we have to figure out a way to do it in a way that people don't have to pay the tiniest amount of attention to find out, baby", he completed, and started scheming.
You agreed to his plan: whenever any of you wanted to see the other, you'd send a note with a smiley face, something that wouldn't be revealing and wouldn't mean anything to anyone but the two of you, and you'd meet at three in the morning at the come and go room.
"It's safe. And it has an appropriate name, don't you think?", he laughed, and you shot him a weak smile.
He walked to the door but before he opened it, you put your hand on his arm. "Sirius", you said, and he noticed that he liked the way his name sounded on your lips when you were composed as well, and scolded himself for the flutter in his chest caused by it, "Are you doing something this weekend? I thought we could go to Madame Pu..."
"We shouldn't be seen in public, doll", he said, trying to give you one of his smirks, but you noticed how his eyes still looked sad. It didn't matter, though - the weight of rejection pulled you down and you had to use all of your energy not to break down crying while going back to your room. Sirius went first.
Once you were about to go up the stairs that would lead to your room, you heard his laughter with his friends coming from the other staircase. Unbothered by your encounter.
Leave the perfume on the shelf
That you picked out just for him
So you leave no trace behind
Like you don't even exist
You've dealt with by rationalizing it in many different ways.
You thought that the next time you got a piece of parchment with a smiley face, you'd just ignore him, happy to imagine him alone and pathetic, waiting for you.
But you never had the strength to do it. You'd always fix your hair and some makeup and went straight back to his arms.
Take the words for what they are
A dwindling, mercurial high
A drug that only worked
The first few hundred times
"Why does it have to be like this?", you asked, feeling brave, six months after your first encounter.
"Y/N", he said - you felt a shiver up your spine like you always did when you heard your name in his voice - "I'm a bad friend. And I'm trying to avoid coming to terms with that", he completed with a sad smile on his face.
Once he noticed your confusion, he explained how he started noticing you after Remus admitted to having a crush on you, but never had the guts to tell you. That Remus made him notice things about you he wasn't paying attention before - how your lips would pout when you were concentrating during Charms, how your soft curves were visible under the heavy wool of the sweaters you liked to wear - but it was you, in a burst of attitude, pushing him against a wall that made him give up on being a good friend for Remus on what concerned you.
And that's the thing about illicit affairs
And clandestine meetings
And stolen stares
They show their truth one single time
But they lie, and they lie, and they lie
A billion little times
You accepted your status as a shameful secret.
Remus still gave you fond looks and eventually had the courage to get close to you, trying to help with your DADA homework, complimenting haircuts, holding doors open to you. And you thanked him with your heart full of guilt, Sirius' stare burning on your back.
After one of your encounters, Sirius brushed his fingers against your cheek and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear. You were still shocked at the demonstration of affection when he left the room first, and you started counting to 300 again.
151… Is he falling for you?
208… It can't be. It has to be just physical. Why would he fall for you and still keep you as a secret?
299… It clicked. He could fall for you a million times, it would never be as important as his friendship with Remus.
And you loved him a bit more because of that.
300.
And you wanna scream
Don't call me kid
Don't call me baby
Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me
You showed me colors you know
I can't see with anyone else
You tried seeing other guys. You went on dates, and you blushed at their compliments, but none of them had a fraction of the effect of Sirius had on you.
You still hoped he noticed when one of them would hold your hand on the way to Hogsmeade. You could only hope it hurt him as much as it hurt you to see him flirt with other girls. To listen to his voice calling them "baby".
Don't call me kid
Don't call me baby
Look at this idiotic fool that you made me
You taught me a secret language
I can't speak with anyone else
One night, you were whispering his name with him already inside you, your shirt undone, your bra unclasped, your skirt pulled up, when the door opened.
The pain in Remus’s eyes as he understood what was happening in front of him was something you knew you would never forget.
Sirius left you there, dressing himself quickly while apologizing profusely to his friend. You turned around and tried to fix yourself, and they left without even looking back at you.
And you know damn well
For you I would ruin myself
A million little times
None of them ever spoke with you again. It was as if you were taboo. Even James and Peter wouldn't pay attention to you once you spoke in class or told a funny joke to your friend in the common room.
You figured it was fair. They had to do what's best for their friendship. And if pretending you didn't exist was the price to pay for that, they'd all pay it.
When you saw them all laughing together, joyful, you knew you'd do the same.
But, sometimes, you could swear you felt Sirius’ gaze against you. And you knew that was as close as he'd get to ever touching you again.
#sirius imagine#sirius x reader#sirius x you#sirius black#sirius smut#sirius black x oc#sirius black x gryffindor!reader#sirius black x y/n#sirius x y/n#sirius black imagine#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#sirius black smut#marauders era#hp marauders#remus x you#sirius fanfic#harry potter imagine#harry potter headcanon#marauders headcanon#marauders fanfiction
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wip title game
RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPS.
Thank you for the tag, Alya @griffin-wood ! I’ll list everything in my Tumblr drafts + Google Docs that I haven’t fully given up on yet lol, but this is a fairly generous interpretation of “in progress.” Where there is no title, I’ll give the first line. Some have multiple titles or lines given because I’m writing them in multiple drafts and/or in Google Docs because I’m uh a mess.
Excitement: Luz x Emma
Lisa and Rachel
Rider and Ava
Stupid Cupid
pinky swear! soft soft soft
Hand over Mouth
“Oh my God.”
Button, what’s wrong?/corner
regency au/"Oh, woe is me," drawled Taliaferro Parker dramatically, splaying himself across the sofa in the front room.
Orpheus + Eurydice/I think Glitch would look back.
It’s a wonderful mind
The Sidestep Shuffle
Untitled Book 3 AU
Do you believe in magic?
Fangs/Fangs but also
Okay more on that thirst tweets continuation
Friends
“Sorry about the cookies.”
For the Cameras/secret relationship
"Two Princess Butterfly Berry Blasts, one pumpkin spice latte, and one coffee as black as this man's soul."
“You’re evil, you know that?”
(all i wanna be is whatever you want me to be this halloween)
If romance was a competitive sport, Taliaferro Parker would take home the gold medal.
Don’t ruin this.
She is loud this time of year.
Ok ok but Avery quits the department and goes back to school which is far from Wayhaven but she can't study these far off objects anymore when she knows what else is right here.
Whatever the 3 kids at some special Unity event.
allright more domestic graphne
Food is a love language/Wiseman family recipes
“Who are we being assigned to protect?” asks Nate.
“Wacker.”
By the time Farah, Jenny, and the unidentified hissing creature arrived at the Warehouse, the entire rest of Unit Bravo were waiting at the door.
Avery found Nate in the Warehouse library, a heavy book open in his lap, his brow furrowed intensely./oh man secret angst/ Let's say this is for Father's Day and let me say sorry./ Forever is a long time./ "There is still a risk associated with the transformation." [jfc i have so many drafts related to this one]
"And you painted this," says Ava.
“There’s a saying about rushing through life,” chuckles Rook, extending his hands to right the young woman who has run into him./ "Time travel," repeated Avery, looking between Rebecca and Adam.
Rider gets a haircut.
PIRATE AU-ish
"Are you single?"
"Hi, Sandy? I'm Jenny, from the police station. This is my friend, M---"
Senior Week/here we go again
Shambles
a dumb supernatural mystery
I’ll tag @nerdferatum @serenpedac @stealthbaguette @babycracker (no pressure!!!) (and if you see this and want to do it but haven’t been tagged yet, please feel more than free to tag me :) )
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April
Word count: 1050
Pairing: paul mccharmley x f!reader
Warnings: none i think? except for that it’s not edited and probably a little cringey lol
Summary: idk honestly, reader suggesting 1965-ish!paul to write a song about april and paul kinda making fun of the idea??
It had just started to get warm outside after a cold lasting winter. You were sat in the green grass outside your countryside house, feeling the grass tickle your happy hands. Leaning back you lifted your head upwards towards the bright sun, longing for it to do its magic. The past few days had been just like this; spent outside in the grass with a cup of black coffee and your lover beside you. And this day was no different.
As you were appreciating the warmth from the endeared sun, you heard the door behind you creek. You came back to reality from the lulling headspace you’d been in just seconds ago, and you turned your head to the opening door. You had to flutter your eyelashes a few times before the configuration in front of you made sense. And the second your eyes refocused a giggle slipped out of your mouth. It was Paul. And he seemed to struggle to get through the door with the coffee tray held unsteadily with both his hands.
“Stupid thing” he muttered as he finally managed to get through the door after a lot of scuffling. Unsmoothly he sat down in the grass next to you and gave your left temple a delicate kiss. Even after all these years of being the others life-companion, Paul still managed to give you butterflies.
“You know what, dear? You should write a song about april” you suggested, your honeysweet voice making him smile. Looking into his puppy eyes while admiring his soft facial features he stroked your hair, from the very top of your head down to your shoulder and then down your upper arm. He hummed admirably to the feeling of your silky smooth, warm skin.
“You’re so warm, sweetheart” he told you, his mouth close to your ear. Sighing, you playfully pushed away his head, messing up his poofy hair a little.
“You don’t wanna write a song about april, do you?” you laughed - it was so obvious.
“It’s not that” he smiled joyfully as he proceeded to say “but why sing a song about some month when you can sing about the most angelic, elegant, stunning lady on earth”. To that you bursted out in an ecstatic laugh. Turning your head to Paul once more you could see how proud he was of himself for what he’d just said. You took a bite of one of the shortbread cookies Paul had put on the tray to go with the coffee, before moving the tray aside to minimize the risk of flipping everything over when you did what you were about to do.
Without any warning you threw yourself over Paul, wrestling and tickling him. A girly screech fled out his mouth before he realized what was going on. Your heart pounded fast and your body filled with adrenaline and joy. You were excited as a little child, the excitement almost unbearable. Laying on top of Paul in the grass, you put your arms around him in a tight hug. Never had you hugged someone this tight and with this much love before, it was a genuinely out of this world feeling - it was unexplainable.
Paul quickly flipped you over so you were now underneath his love-radiating body. The two of you were laughing uncontrollably, faces close to the others. Being physically connected was only a kiss away. And it seemed like both you and Paul had the same thought in your head as your lips met in a flash like there was no tomorrow. It was a longing kiss and you couldn’t help but to smile a bright bright smile. To be this deep in love must be something very rare, you thought while now laughing at Paul peppering kisses all over your sun kissed face. It was at times like these when you wanted time to stop so you could stay in those very special moments. But time doesn’t stop and that was confirmed when Paul rolled over to lay beside you, the physical connection broken. But it didn’t matter because you knew he was always there to love you in every way possible, and that was enough to bring a small smile to your face.
Looking up into the blue sky you said “Paul, love. I don’t ever wanna know what it’s like to spend a day without you. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you” you told him sincerely, not caring that it was terribly cliché. Because it was true. You loved him, and you really didn’t want to ever spend a day without him. Turning your head to your left, you saw Paul had a soft smile on his face. His eyes remained closed, eyelashes resting on his cheeks he opened his mouth and spoke. “Angel, there ain’t no way we’re spending a day without the other. I love you and I always will. Even if you keep nagging me to write songs about every month of the year. I mean, honestly, what’s the deal with that?” he asked with a chuckle.
“Darling, don’t start” you said sarcastically. “I just thought it would be less cliché than all the songs you’ve written about me” you jokingly teased him while stroking his hair to assure him you were only messing with him.
“Oh, come on. Don’t pretend like you don’t love them” he muttered. Sometimes Paul was like a child who couldn’t really handle a joke.
“I’m not, I do love them. Very much. I’ve never said anything else” you told him, laughter bubbling up with your words. He’s such a dainty little man, you thought for yourself as the next giggle escaped your mouth. But Paul didn’t look very amused, instead he was pouting like a grouchy child. You had to take a deep breath to remain calm. Shifting closer to him you put your mouth close to his right ear and whispered “Quit the sassiness”. Right after those words you put a provocative kiss on his earlobe and one right under his ear. Paul reacted just like how you’d expected, a high pitched whine slipped out between his parted lips and it brought a satisfied smile to your face. Once again you won, and you couldn’t be more content with yourself.
#paul mccartney#john lennon#george harrison#ringo starr#the beatles#fanfic#fanfiction#paul x reader#paul mccartney x reader#enjoy!!
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Year-End Fanfic Meme
So I dug out this old “End of Year Fic Meme” and figured I’d give this a shot. I wasn’t actually intending on posting this, but then I, uh, forgot to queue the next bunch of screencaps and I’m all out of gifs, so I guess this is what you’re gonna get.
Favorite/Best: I dunno. I went through all my fics again, and - I dunno. I have a few that didn’t quite turn out like I wanted to, but no stand-out favorites.
Most underappreciated by the universe: I’ve given up on trying to figure out what’ll do well and what won’t, but neither of my 5+1 fics (Moments Like These and Hold Me Tight) got as much attention as I... “expected” sounds self-absorbed as heck, but yknow. Neither did ‘Round Midnight, but to be fair the premise here was a bit more... hm, shall we say “creative”? So maybe that wasn’t too surprising.
Don’t get me wrong, though, all of my fics got wildly more attention than anticipated, so I’m bemused, not disappointed, and “underappreciated” is definitely the wrong word here.
Most fun to write: Oh, a LOT of them! Superfluous Apologies was one of them, I think.
Most intense fic/Saddest fic/Funniest fic : I don’t think that’s for me to decide, lol
Fic that shifted my own perception of the characters: It tends to be the other way ‘round for me - my perception of a character shifts, and then I write fic about that.
Hardest to do: Uh, the San Francisco fics. Long fics are just really hard to write for me and I don’t have a ton of practice at them. Really rewarding too, though.
Biggest disappointment: No specific fic aside from the ones I didn’t get around to writing. There are a few fics I did write that I’m not too sure about, but I think somebody enjoyed them, so that’s fine by me.
Most telling: I’ll keep my plausible deniability, thanks x’D
Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted?
I wrote 27 (27.9-ish technically, but...), which is about 27 more than I thought I would. I did not expect to write. And yet, here we are.
(A few months in I half-jokingly decided I’d do one fic every two weeks on average. I didn’t think that was feasible, but guess what!)
What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January?
Again: I wrote. Baffling. Utterly incomprehensible.
Did you take any writing risks this year? (See above for unexpected pairings, etc.):
I wrote! Like, at all! I finished it, and then I posted it! And yeah, that’s the bar I’m gonna set; actual standards are for competent people.
(And then I wrote smut!! Which is more of a genuine writing risk!)
Do you have any fanfic goals for the New Year?
MORE!! MORE FIC!!
I have this huge-ass list with ideas I want to get through, I have the San Fran fic to finish, I wanna do more in that series, I want to add two chapters to “’Round Midnight”, I have two (th- three?) longfics planned... Whew! I’m excited!
(also: finishing the fic exchange fic. )
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Sweetheart (Ch.2)
Warnings: smut!, choking, uhh insecuity maybe??, sub!spencer, dom!reader, talks of bdsm protocol
Length: 4.2k
Authors Note: heyyy yall. i feel like i haven’t uploaded in DAYS idk why. another chapter of this fic bc i love it a lot but my next fic will be a dom!spence oneshot that i can’t get out of my head lol. this chapter is kinda open conversation
Plot Summary: Spencer can’t stop thinking of you but he’s too nervous to do anything about it. You’ve got doubts that only he can fix and he has questions only you can answer. Spencer really likes being choked, apparently.
Ch. 1
Look at you baby, your lashes are so long, aren't they? Such a pretty boy," your voice rings out softly in Spencer's ears. A light sheen of sweat coats his chest as he feels your fingers around his dick, his throat caught - words disappearing from him.
"Fuck - please, Miss I'm gonna -," Spencer's voice is broken when he feels an orgasm wash over him.
Then of course, Spencer wakes up. Sunlight hitting his eyes as he blinks himself awake. He can feel it in his pajama pants, still not having registered the content of his dream before he looks down to see the massive mess. It's managed to happen a 3rd time, and its only been a week. Spencer shuts his eye in disdain as he stands up, pulling his pants off and tossing them in a hamper before he heads into the shower.
Spencer hates cold showers, he remember this fact as the water beats down on his back as he washes himself up. He washes his hair while he tries to compartmentalize the situation.
Like Spencer mentions, it's the 3rd time he's had a dream that wakes him up in such a pleasant way. You two had been dating for 2 ish months now, but Spencer chokes everytime you try and take things further. You never give him shit for it, which is more than relieving to him. You always reassure him that the two of you can take your time and that it's okay if he doesn't want it right away.
You were an angel, he knew that for sure but Spencer did want it. He was just, well - as nervous as a person could be. He still hasn't really talked to you about any of that, not about how it would work the first time the two of you did.. it. He didn't even know if you still wanted that - he'd been too petrified to ask if you still wanted to dominate him or if maybe that'd change now that you actually knew him. He didn't even know how to bring it up, or if there was a time for him to do just that. The whole thing filled him with such intense anxiety, he just didn't bring it up at all.
But, he wants to go further with you. He likes you so fucking much - of course he wanted to go further with you. He figured you knew that.
You didn't, really. You figured Spencer found you unattractive to some extent so he just kept putting off sleeping with you. It felt like a juvenile insecurity to have but well - he always reacts so poorly anytime you take this further. You knew he was anxious but there was always that self-loathing voice that told you that it was your fault, that he just didn't find you attractive enough. You pretended it didn't hurt since you like him so much, but it was starting to take it's toll.
On both ends, it was a fucking mess. Neither of you really knew why it was a mess for the other person, but it sure was one.
Spencer gets out of the shower when he hears a knock on the door. His eyes flit up to his analog clock on the wall, you were here right in time, Spencer thinks. He throws on an oversized sweater and some jeans that you bought for him. He liked them but he only really wore them cause you like them so much.
Spencer can't help the butterflies that fill his stomach when he sees you. Your eyes are dolled up in this pretty dark eye shadow, and red lipstick. You're pretty, dark and pretty but still pretty. The makeup was just new. Spencer feels like he's choking as he looks at your smiling expression Spencer shuts the door behind you as he lets you in.
"You ready to get brunch?," you ask Spencer. He dries his hair off and finds something to style it with as he walks back into the bathroom. All stuff that's new that you've introduced him too. He likes using the stuff that you told him to use though cause it makes his hair look less greasy.
"Yeah, but we've got some time before then - right?," Spencer ask. You smile and nod your head as you walk up behind Spencer, wrapping your arms around his waist. He feels small - your actual size unimportant to the way you make him feel. You pat his sweater down, hands dangerously close to his waist as you look at him, eyes gleaming. You give him a small grin when you peak over, as Spencer's eyes meet yours in a small blush. Your hands find themselves underneath his sweater, brushing his waist as you sway into him. Spencer focuses so much on doing his hair, just trying not to get hard.
"What should we do in that time?," you ask, mostly to yourself. You know Spencer probably won't do what you were thinking of doing. Spencer just blushes before shrugging, finished fixing up his hair as he moves away from your touch. You're a little hurt, not tryng to let it show as he walks back out into his living room, you following suit.
"I think they're playing some animal planet re-reruns," Spencer suggests. You give Spencer a small, half-hearted smile.
"Yeah sure," you say softly. You don't mean to be disappointed because you really do respect Spencer boundaries. You don't ever wanna do something that he's not a 100% down for and you just like him so much it doesn't matter. You had to admit though - god, you wanted to fuck his brains out and the fact that he may not return those feelings hurt a little more than your ego wanted to admit. Spencer seems to sense your disheartened demeanor, and with trying to ignore his immediate panic he looks over to you as you lean into him on the couch. He moves away from you for a few moments to look at you, and you turn to him confused.
"Are you okay?," Spencer asks concern. You give him a small smile and nod, taking his hands in yours and playing with his fingers. Spencer looks at you for a while longer before you begin to talk.
"It's nothing serious - it's kinda silly actually, so we don't -,"
"Hey," Spencer pauses. You look up at him, his eyes so full of concern. You can't help the way your heart melts, leaning up to meet Spencer's lips for a second. You look at the clock, still a good hour before the two of you have your plans. You sigh, looking down into your lap before you speak.
"I just wanna say first, that I totally respect any and all of your boundaries regarding sex - and I would never, ever pressure you into something you don't wanna do," you say slowly. Spencers nerves crawl up his back but he waits for you to continue.
"But uhm, well - I don't know, I guess I just wanna know if you still, well or if you ever wanted to sleep with me. Like ah, you know, maybe you found me unattractive. I mean, I get it - I guess I'd uhm, just wanna know beforehand," you trail off, unsure of how to say your comments. Spencers a little incredulous - did you genuinely think the reason he'd been avoiding sex was because you weren't attractive to him? Spencer just shakes his head violently, wanting to say so much but not wanting to scare you away with his words.
"Well, uhm - no it's not that at all. I think you're super attractive, and I defintely want to.. you know - with you I mean," Spencer starts, feeling the way your hand tightens around his instinctevely. This the most vunerable you've been with Spencer in your relationship so he wants to make sure you know how much he cares
"I have dreams about it, like all the time recently. I really like you, and I really do think you're very beautiful, I guess I'm just - nervous, you know? I don't know what to do, especially since we've never done that before and we met under such.. interesting circumstances. I don't know how to approach it,"
"You have wet dreams about me?," you say, a little too excited for your own good. Spencer blushes before nodding.
"Huh, I just openly admitted that didn't I? To answer your question, yes - I had one before you came over," Spencer remembers. You give him a cheeky grin and he hides his face in his head, groaning. You only laugh, pull them away before kissing his knuckles. You were more than pleased to hear this info. You stand and sit down in Spencers lap, hands on the side of his face. He gives you a small, gentle smile.
"It's okay if you're not ready to talk about sex at all, but it may help if we cover general BDSM code and standard. Nothing has to be decided or talked about if you don't want, but maybe just going over it will ease your mind up," you say softly to Spencer. His nerves settles as you continue to reassure him - your behavior is so perfectly soothing. The hand on his back, the softness in your voice and your reassurance, Spencer knew you were experienced but he was still impressed. Spencer just nods, letting you pepper kisses all over his face that made his expression scrunch up. Cute. Spencer was so cute.
"Yeah, that sounds good," Spencer manages to push out. You give him a warm smile. You move away to sit next to him, still maintaining physical contact but clearly becoming more serious.
"The most important thing to know is that everyone practices BDSM differently. There are two common standard procedures that people use, however - safe, sane, and consensual is the most common. It's just saying that both parties are participating in something that is just as it implies, and it prioritizes safety. Knowing you, I'm sure you've read up on most of this, but it doesn't hurt to explain," you say softly. Spencer nods, he did already know a lot of what you were talking about.
"The other is 'Risk-Aware Consensual Kink,' which is where both parties are participating in something they knew could have consequences that are harmful. In both situations - both parties need to be aware and understand the lengths of whatever they're participating in. It's the core of all BDSM practice, and since this is all new for you - let me be clear that your safety and sanity come first to me always. BDSM is a psychological thing at heart so making sure you're okay is firs priority," you clarify. Spencer is in awe by how.. well-spoken you were about it. He knew you were experienced but it was more than you let on. Spencer just nods, unsure of what to say.
"You've actually done this before, but the same goes for me - you know," Spencer adds. You give him a sweet kiss which he returns.
"Thank you, love. With all that, the way you assure someone's safety is obviously having discussions about limits but also by developing a safeword and system to make sure that a scene can stop at any point. It's especially important to make sure that those words are a out of place. You shouldn't use words like "Stop," or "No," as safewords because in some peoples play they refuse something as a part of foreplay or a part of the scene. Maybe a submissive whose being bratty is refusing something but they're okay with it happening - thats when a safeword can come in. If a partner at any point wants to tap out, they use that word," you explain.
Spencer nods in understanding, he didn't even think about people using those words for the purposes of foreplay or whatever else. He gives you a curious look, as you lean back. Instinctively, Spencer moves himself to lay his head on your lap which you'd sorta pavloved onto him. You'd always pat your lap when you wanted Spencer to do it, and at first it was so embarrassing but you'd do it so much he just sorta got used to it. You run your hands through his hair, the other one on his chest. His face is a little hot.
"For me, I like the stoplight system - Red meaning stop completely, yellow meaning slow down and let's talk about this, and green meaning go, I'm totally down for this. I like that system because it's a lot easier to get a sense of how the other person wants the scene to go, and if I want to try something, I can ask my submissive 'Color?,' and they can respond however they like. If they say yellow, I can break character and ask them whats up which can give them some real reassurance. Every submissive is different, but this sytem is really universal and easy to keep up with, " you say lovingly, patting Spencers chest rhythmically. You look down at his expression with serious eyes.
"Listen to me carefully when I say this my love - if we participate in a scene and there is a single doubt about what's happening, you use one of your safewords no questions asked. Using your words with me or any other signals may discuss is so important and it doesn't make you a bad submissive - okay? We are equals, always. Even if you want me to step on you, or call you pathetic - we are still equals and always will be, okay pretty boy?," you say in a stern, but loving voice. Spencer just nods, softly - so far he doesn't have many questions though he's sure that'll change at some point. Spencer nods, leaning his face into your hand as you cup his cheek. You lean down and place a kiss on his lips.
"I know I've been talking a lot, but lemme hear your thoughts, yeah? Anything," you ask Spencer.
"It's weird - I've done so much research on safe BDSM practices and understand all this stuff in theory but it seems so different in practice," Spencer comments lightly. You nod, letting him continue.
"One thing that I did notice was that you use If/When scenarios about you dominating me and I wasn't really sure what that was about. We are girlfriend and boyfriend, doesn't that sorta just imply you are my dom?," Spencer asks. You give him a pat on the chest before you go into explanation.
"It certainly helps that we're dating but you and your submission is something to be earned. We've never discussed in length until today, but of course - I was hoping that you'd want that from me. It's really just like an everyday relationship, but a lot more involved in trust and respect. We have a strong romantic connection which is really lovely, because it builds a lot of that trust and respect that you need to practice BDSM healthily and safely. I wanna lead you so I can see you grow, and hopefully, you wanna submit to me out of respect - those sorts of things," you say, playing with Spencer's hands. Spencer just nods, looking up at you.
"Will you be my dom, then? I want you to be. I don't think I could really imagine it being anyone else," Spencer asks out of the blue. You weren't expecting the question so suddenly, or the way your heart rips through your chest hearing it. It's so simple and innocent when Spencer asks.
"I mean, I'd love too but are you really sure? I mean -," you try to think of a reason for Spencer to say no but you really cant. Spencer just smiles at you, sitting up to look at you completely.
"I trust you so much because I know you'd never do anything to hurt me on purpose - I mean unless I asked but, you know what I mean. I'm more sure than I was about asking you to be my girlfriend because you're just a trustworthy person. You're smart and kind and lovely all around. I know I'm new to this but theres no one I trust more than you to teach me. I really like you," Spencer says warmly. You wrap your arms around him, avoiding the tears in your eyes. Spencer is so sweet, reassuring by nature and it makes your heart yearn.
"Well, then - yes, I'd love to be your dom. And to answer your question about what we do for the first time, it'll be rather purely vanilla. No hijinks, just regular sex - since it's your first time partaking in BDSM with someone else, we gotta go really slowly so you don't have to worry. It might make you a little impatient but have faith in the process," you explain softly. Spencer is relishing in the fact that you know so much - you seem to have such a tight grasp on what you were doing he had no urges to question you. You lead so naturally, you don't demand anything from him but still, Spencer follows you. Spencer would follow you into the darkness if you kept speaking to him like that.
"We'll discuss things slowly and we'll make it really easy, okay? Once I get to know you a little more in bed, we can plan and talk about our first scene. It takes time to figure this stuff out, you know," You play with Spencers hair as you look over to the clock. 27 ish minutes before you two went out for brunch. Spencer sits up, face flush as he opens his mouth to try and ask you for what he wanted - now that he knew what was on the table his mind was thinking of everything he was missing. All the touches he was aching for you to give him. Spencers eyes were a little lost as he tries to explain to you.
"Can we -? I mean, would you, you know - uhm," Spencer voice can't get the words out. You give Spencer a small smile as he leans back into the couch. You pull your dress up, straddling Spencer's lap, and Spencer's throat dries up. He can't speak as he feels your heat up against his jeans. He's hard nearly immediately, a painful feeling for his dick up against the tight denim. Spencer stares up at you startled, a playful smile on your face. You place your hands on Spencers chest, feeling him up before settling your hands on the side of his face base of his neck. You lean in slowly, breath brushing Spencers ears as he heart pounds against his chest. His body felt a little out of control, and you just seemed to be so comfortable Spencer didn't know how to deal. He's so aware of the where your fingers seem to linger around his neck - he wants to blurt out "Choke me, please," but the words seems to disappear when he opens his mouth.
"You want me to touch you, Spencer?," you ask softly. Spencer nods violently and you can't help but laugh, maintaining eye contact for a few agonizing seconds. You lean in to kiss Spencer as your hands work the zipper of his jeans, your fingers making indirect contact with Spencer's cock. He whines aloud - he's sensitive, apparently. You can't help your pleased reaction as you pull his erection of his boxers - the tip is swollen, you can feel it ache under your touch. Spencer's eyes roll up in the back of his head, despite you having barely done anything for him at all.
"How fast do you think you can get off, baby?,"
Baby. Fuck, Spencer liked when you called him that. It was so natural to you, and Spencer just sighs.
"Fast," Spencer admits, a little embarrassed. He'd never needed to cum that quickly before in his life, yet here you were making him feel like he'd break at any second if you touch him too long. He was an adult but the thought of having sex with his girlfriend made him feel like he was gonna fucking combust.
"I cum first today, hope that's okay with you," you tell Spencer warmly. He gives you a nod, he's more than okay with that. You guide his wrist under your dress, feeling his hands palm through your panties. You moan quietly, and Spencers pleased with himself. It's hard for you to not just tell him to lay back so you can sit on his face - because god did you wanna do that.
"You lead the way," you joke to Spencer, more just telling him that he has permission to do his thing. Spencer just nods, as you lean into his neck to bite hickies into it. Spencers hands are careful with you, two fingers pressed against your clit as he rubs circular motions, his other hand holding your waist steady.
"A little faster, love," you ask Spencer. He just nods as he hears your voice, soft sighs falling from your lips as you feel your orgasm build in your core. Spencer likes you so much, he's so eager to please you in every way so when you finally reach your orgasm, Spencer doesn't hesitate on letting you ride out your high. His dick is pulsating against your thigh, as you finish up and flutter your eyes open to look at him. Spencer gives you a small smile, eyes looking for your approval as you give him a lazy smile.
Spencer watches you pick your bag up from the couch, laughing as he sees you pull out a condom. He gives you a look of surprise and you just shrug, rolling it on for him.
Your lipsticks mostly on but smudged a bit as you kiss Spencer, lifting your hips up before settling back around Spencer's cock. You feel so good around him, the feeling of your lingering orgasm gripping him tight makes him choke. You ride Spencer with ease, hands around the base of his neck. Fuck - Spencer wants you to choke him so bad.
"Choke me, please," Spencer spits out. You give Spencer a look.
"Are you sure, love?,"
Spencer strains for a second, feeling his orgasm coming at him full speed before squeezing out another "please". You debate for a second, but you figure non-kinky couples do this all the time and you tighten your hands around the base of his neck.
Spencer relishes the way the air leaves his lungs and doesn't return. He loves the way you look at him when you do it, the way you adore how much he's under control. He tries to calm down but before he can think, his orgasm shoots up his spine as he looks at you pleadingly. You purposefully clench around him and Spencer's leg twitches underneath you. Your grip on his neck releases immediately and he misses the feeling of you around his neck, cumming into the condom with a heavy sigh.
"I really like you," Spencer breathes out as you cum. You bubble up with laughter as you kiss his cheek, a little red pair of lips sitting on it. He goes to wipe it off but you stop his hand, grabbing his wrist.
"Leave it," you say, an edge to your voice. Spencer can't help but nod, touching it carefully as you slip off of him. You pull off the condom for Spencer, throwing it in the trashcan of his bathroom before heading to his bathroom with your bad. Spencer follows suit, wiping himself clean with a wet-wipe before tucking himself back into his jeans. Spencer watches you fix your makeup in the mirror, as he clings onto you in the mirror. You turn to him, wetting your lips before kissing that same spot, then using your little brush to put powder on it. You smile, leaning up to kiss him on the lips. He wraps his arms around your waist instinctively.
"Now it'll stay put. And, I really like you too," you say, rubbing his back as he hugs you. He may have been tall but he clings to you like a big baby. It was so damn endearing.
Spencer's heart beats so loudly in his chest. You were so lovely, you smelled good, and tasted nice and were so sweet to Spencer. Spencer liked you so fucking much, he just wanted to stay like this forever and the best part was you liked Spencer too. The way you rubbed his back, soothing him and humming as you gave him the affection he always dreamed of made him feel more happy than he could imagine. When he pulls away and you look at him, you place your hands on the side of his face and smile.
"You're so pretty, doc," you say. Doc - you only called him that when you felt affectionate. Spencer blushes.
"So are you,"
If you two didn't have a brunch reservation, Spencer was sure the two of you would stay like this forever. Not that he really minded, anyway.
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