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erwinsmithsmissingleftarm · 3 months

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Smut alphabet for Levi Ackerman

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Do not let yourself influence by his cold and sarcastic nature. Whatever you had a rough and intense or slow and passionate sex session, he will care about you the same way: extra gentle.

First, he will bring your tired body to the bathroom to clean you up. While Levi wraps his arms around your waist, his lips leave tons of light kisses on your shoulder. He's going to mumble something about how did you like it, hoping he didn't went too harsh on you. Quickly changing the bed sheets, he puts you to sleep shortly afterward. Cold and stern in the outside, sweet and caring in the core.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Your boyfriend doesn't really have a favorite part of his own body. Like... he thinks its okay and normal, just like everybody else. But he cannot help but feel proud of his muscles, always cracking a smile whenever you compliment his abs, biceps or pecs. He found them useful when it comes to dominate you.

What about your body? I am pretty sure that if you ask him what he likes about your body, the first words that will come out would be ass or thighs. Which is not surprising after his constant pleas of getting his face squish by your thighs and to sleep on your ass like if it was the most comfortable pillow in the whole world. Levi always gives your butt a loving slap when he comes back home. It's his secret way of saying hi.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Levi likes to eat your cum, it's one of his favorite meal. This man is so hungry for your dripping wet pussy that he can spend hours liking it while you are sitting down on his face. He just loves the taste of your cum and hwo your juices run down his lips as he tries to lick it all. He doesn't even care about getting dirty anymore. This guy knows his priorities.

He also wants to see your body covered in his cum. Thighs, face, stomach, chest, hair... nothing is forgotten. He just looks down at you and has the biggest prideful smirk on his face at the sight of the mess he has made. He knows you are gonna kill him for putting sperm in your hair because it is hell no wash it so he enjoys it the longer he can.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Levi enjoys fucking you while your hands are tied. He never thought about enjoying slight BDSM but here he is, liking the fact that you can't touch him or squirm away. Also works if your eyes are covered, the adrenaline of not knowing what he is doing to you amplifying the pleasure you feel during sex. He will never really say it out loud, he prefers to keep it for himself even if he is almost sure that you enjoy it as much as he does. You probably already guessed that his favorite tool to tie you up with is his cravate did you?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Levi might do some researches the day before you two do your first time to be sure that he will do everything right. When it time to do it, he takes out like a dozen of condoms because he didn't know which ones you prefers. Yeah, he might be a bit unsure for the first times but he does not assume, he just doesn't want to show you his insecurity.

Beside reading, he has 0 experience before he started dating you. I mean, it's canon that this man is a virgin (well, was) and is the most sexually frustrated. However, even if Levi doesn't have much experience, he manages to fuck you like a pro. This man is not only the Humanity's Strongest Solider for fighting...

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Levi doesn't really have a preference for a position. I mean, it's all depend of his mood. He is in a romantic mood? The missionary. He wants to fuck you good and dominate you? Doggy style. He wishes for slow but intense sex? Lotus position. He's lazy and just want to watch you fuck yourself on his dick? Cowgirl.

So, it all depends of how he is feeling, what is his mood, ect. But he does like to try new and weird positions that take him out of his comfort zone. You can come up to him and say you want to try the golden arch (this looks sexy asf) and he will say yes without even thinking twice, just because he likes to add spiciness in sex.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Levi being Levi, he will NEVER be goofy. This man is barely expressive in the daily life so for sex, it will be pretty difficult. He will not make jokes, excluding maybe “Cumming so much, you’re like a real fountain, princess.” with a smirk on his face. If he jokes, it will be very light and more seen as dirty talk. This man is 100% in every time you fuck so joking around? He doesn’t even think about it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Levi hates everything that isn’t clean and dirty, and this include his own body. So… expect that this area will be super clean and shaved almost daily (yes, he’s a maniac, even for this.)

Maybe it’s a bit out of the subject but we are talking about hair here so for me it’s include the “normal” hair. About them, you know Levi tries to keep them the best groomed possible, but he secretly loves when you tug on them suddenly. Please, grip his hair and push his head down when he gives you a cunnilingus or pull them harshly when you get overstimulated after he made you cum for the 5th time. He will do anything to please you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Levi can be very romantic during love-making just like he can just fuck to fuck. His love and romanticisme are not very evident but it's the small attentions that matter for him. Taking care of you after, whispering praises into your ear, holding your hand... He won't really show that he's romantic but if you take a look at his actions... you will see it.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Levi jack off a lot less often since he started to date and get intimate with you. He prefers skin too skin contact over his hand and imagination. Boy, he was a total virgin before he did his first time with you, so my man was the pro of jacking off (sounds so wrong writing this). I even think that Levi will prefer to wait to fuck you instead of jacking himself off.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Two words: authority kink. Listen to me, I know everybody says that Levi got this kink but you're this man's little brat and he is your superior who got control on you. Yes, you have to call him Captain Levi or else he will punish you. And yes, he will call you brat or bratty slut but don't worry, it is always affectionate. Levi likes to have control, who doesn't like it? So if you start to call him 'Captain' expect him to act like one.

Second kink would be degrading kink. Calling you a whore, slut, cum dumpster, whatever degrading nicknames you like. Tugging on your hair as he fucks you hard, making your back arching beautifully as he whispers bad bad words into your ear. But hey, once the love-making session is finished, he will immediately ask you if he wasn't too rough or anything because he truly loves and cares about you. Maybe he got the degrading kink but he will never hurt you on purpose. And I see you, anxious girls who are scared that he doesn't love you when he calls you names. You just have to tell him and he will stop. Your well-being is his number one priority and you should never feel insecure with him.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Levi can do it anywhere, everywhere, any time, every time, you just have to ask. Bed? Basic but perfect. Kitchen table? He couldn’t wait anymore to devour you, you’re his meal. His office? The fear of being caught just makes it better. In the car? You’ve been too much of a brat and you need a punishment right now.

I think his favorite place to do it would be his office. He likes to see you trying to hold back your moans as he’s pounding inside you because the people outside the office could totally hear you. Or seeing your teary eyes as you are on your knees sucking his dick like a good little bitch under his desk. He even has the boldness to make phone calls, forcing you to keep it silent if you don't want everybdy knowing who's fucking you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Acting bratty is probably the biggest turn on. Levi is instantly turned on if you tries to ignore his commands. Why he likes it? Cause he can teach you how to be a good girl and listen to him. Grabbing your hair, making you look at him as he asks you to repeat what you said. A satisfied grin spreading on his lips as you apologize and beg him to fuck you.

Another thing that could make Levi turn wild would be you flirting on purpose with other people. God his expression turns mad when he sees you a bit too close for his liking with this guy. If you want a good punishment, Levi's jealousy is a very quick way to achieve it.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don't see Levi doing anything that would imply other people like fucking directly in public or doing a threesome (you are his and only his). He won't also do something that could harm you too much like intense BDSM or anything about knifes or torture. He likes spiciness but this is a whole new level in which he doesn't want to be.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Levi likes both of them. I mean, if he had to choose, it would be impossible. How can he decide between eating your beautiful and perfect cunt and seeing and feeling you sliding his big cock down your throat, you tongue caressing all the sensitive spots?

I would say Levi has pretty good skills in everything (cough) which include pussy eating (COUGH). He would probably win the prize of the best tongue flicking at this point. He will keep your legs spread as you try desperately to close them, feeling his warm tongue licking the most intimate place of your body. “C’mon darling, don’t be so shy. I already saw everything that could be seen down here.”

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Levi is most of the time fast and rough, maybe it is like this that he proves his true love for you. When he fucks you real hard, be ready to not being to walk the next day. Often when he will be slow and sensual it will be to tease you and torture you slowly, when you can feel the heat between your thighs spreading more and faster. "What did you say? I didn't hear you. Slower?"

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He likes to have quickies time to times like in his office right before an important meeting. He likes the stress of running out of time where you are literally begging him to fuck you faster and harder. Levi approves quickies.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Levi likes pretty much risking new things and he is very open-minded when it's come to sex stuff (surprising but it's one of the rare topics that he is very collaborative with). He doesn't really have a limit and is chill with everything. As long as it makes you happy, he's ready for everything like stated in the previous letters.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Okay so... Levi is a total wild animal. Yeah, I know he's supposed to be close to his 40s but tell yourself that he is the Humanity's Strongest Soldier and can run kilometers without being tired so sex is like a little walk for him. He can easily fuck for 3 and more rounds and last 10 to 15 minutes in each before cumming. I'm telling you; this man is almost impossible to exhaust so be ready. But don't worry, I'm sure Levi will be pleased to give you a few practices ;)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Levi would buy some toys to use on you, just to test this out for a night. Well... and he used them again and again. He just loves to see your body squirming as you're fucked by a vibrator. "Cumming and I didn't even touch you, damn." he would say with a smirk. Or he could also buy handcuffs but he prefers to use his cravate.

I don't think he would ever want to use a fleshlight because he thinks that your pussy is 100 times better than some fake sex toy. He lives to feel your skin on his. Plus, he rarely masturbates so it would be useless to have sex toys for himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This man loves to tease you. HE WANTS to hear your begging for him to fuck you faster, harder or whatever you want. He's gonna to slowlyyy move his hand down toward your private part, just to keep you waiting. He will take his time to kiss every little spot of your skin, leaving dark marks on your neck, shoulders and chest.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He won't be really loud even if he fucks you like an animal. Maybe some grunts, gasps and groans as he's thrusting into you deeply. He will also talk a lot but like... dirty talk. Pet names literally flowing down from his lips any time he can. When he will be cumming, he will only bite his lips to hold back the sounds, biting it so hard it started to bleed sometimes.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

When Levi is nervous about something, he will tend to be more impulsive, getting angry easier. He doesn't even realize that he repeats certain actions like passing his hand in his hair, replacing his cravate... so, if you see these movements, your darling boy is nervous. Maybe you could go and asks him what's wrong and try to calm him down? You are probably the only person he won't kill for asking him questions.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Even if Levi is short as hell (sorry but man he's 5'3), his cock is all the contrary. Oh boy, this man got the whole tool. I mean… He. Is. Big. As. Fuck. Not only long but also large. In short, that man got something that will surely satisfy you. His dick + his professionalism in sex makes him a real master. You can’t be disappointed cause that cock hit all the deepest part of your body at each thrust.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Levi has a very low sex drive. I mean, he's a grown man, he can pass many days without sex and not being sexually frustrated. He was a virgin for like 20 years so he's kinda used to a very low sex drive. But after many years with you, his sex drive will augment a bit, he will be in the average I guess? But he isn't a sex addict either who can't live a day without fucking.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes some time to Levi to fall asleep every day but after a long and tiring session of sex, he sleeps like a baby. It won’t take long for him to fall asleep, a few minutes after getting down from his high. But he will try to fall asleep after you, just to be sure you’re fine but… sometimes are harder than others. When he feels that he’s losing the battle, he will hug you tightly and caress your hair, trying desperately to make you sleep first (does it even work??)

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yyoraely · 10 months

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★:sleeping in class, but you sat beside the housewardens — your boyfriend.

☆: HCS + FLUFF + SMALL BITS OF CRACK

. . . established relationship

★: r. rosehearts, l. kingscholar, a. ashengrotto, k. al-asim, v. schoenheit, i. shroud, m. draconia x gn!reader

☆: honestly bro this is a work ive written w/ the most number of characters

R. ROSEHEARTS

Did you really just think that you could get away with sleeping in class when Riddle is beside you? Think again. He’d shake you by your shoulder or poke you at your sides so that you’d wake up.

If you do complain about how boring Trein’s lessons are, Riddle would be baffled and lecture you about how important Trein’s lessons are to magic, whether you have magic or not.

Riddle is in denial once he realizes that his lover would be so against the idea in the importances of history in magic.

A poke at your side and a small grumble, you wake up to your boyfriend, Riddle, with a grumpy face on, poking your side until you wake up to his scolding.

“Regardless if you’d want good grades or not— you’ll be listening to Professor Trein’s lecture, either you’ll fail or pass, it won’t be my problem once you realize the importance of history.”

Once you get back to taking notes and listening, Riddle takes glances at you to make sure you aren’t dozing off again.

But back at Heartslabyul, he’ll confront you about what he was lecturing you about, and ask your reasons on why you’d doze off in class. Whether it’d be lack of sleep, overworking yourself, you have a small fever, you have a headache, or even if you just feel dizzy— he’ll do his best to make you feel better and rest, maybe with him telling Trey to make your favorite pastry, or if you don’t like pastries, he’ll get Trey to make or buy your favorite drink.

L. KINGSCHOLAR

He can relate to that problem. He can’t help himself by sleeping in class, so why else did you think he’d have someone tall sit in front of you both? To not cover him up sleeping?

Leona found himself get a little bit surprised when he saw you fall asleep before him during Trein’s class. He thought that you’d be the kind to stay awake to do his notes, but once he hears your reason, like if Crowley overworked you, or you overworked yourself, or maybe because you feel lightheaded or you didn’t eat breakfast, he won’t argue to that.

Speaking of falling asleep before him, Leona just joins you in on sleeping, probably with his arms crossed and his head down, he’ll somehow find a way to lean his body closer to yours, or atleast just have a body part of yours press against his. Like your thigh, your arm, maybe even your head.

“Tsk. This is borin’ me out. Hey, herbivo—“

Leona clicked his tongue, his arms crossed as he leaned his arms over the desk. He was about to ask if you would be able to stay up and do his notes like a good significant other, but no, you didn’t.

“Racin’ me to sleep, is that it?” With a grin, Leona put his head down on his arms on the desk; admiring your face for a moment before yawning and slowly scooting his spot closer to yours, just to bump his upper arm and head with yours.

Back at Savanaclaw, he’ll find ways to sneak in how “You’re starting to become lazy like him” once you talk about Trein’s lesson from earlier.

A. ASHENGROTTO

I’m gonna be honest here. Azul does NOT know what to do (at first). Let’s say that first, he’s thinking about letting you rest, since you’ve talked about your workload the other day, but he’s also thinking, if he does let you rest and you get caught, it’ll all be his fault!

Being a good boyfriend he is, he only lets you sleep for only a few more minutes, 5-10 minutes at best, then, he’ll wake you up so you don’t get caught by Trein. Azul will be very considerate, and calls this a “once-in-a-lifetime” chance where he lets you catch up with his notes.

Expect only a little scolding about you not being able to wait until Trein’s lesson ends so you can get a little nap, but he won’t push it too far to his scolding. Just a little strict reminder to get yourself some proper rest and not spend an entire night on a workload.

“My dearest (very sarcastic tone), do you thin—“

Azul checked his notebook, asking if you catched up on the last thing Trein said, before he saw your sleeping figure, head down on the desk. He couldn’t blame you for being you, being a sleepyhead and an overworker at the same time, Azul won’t push it to wake you up for now.

For a few minutes, that’s when Azul wakes you up with a gentle pat on your back, his voice in a whisper with his face a little too close to yours.

“Got some rest, sleepyhead?” He teased for only just a moment before shifting back to his chair and putting the half of his notebook beside you so you can copy his notes.

“Make sure you catch up, alright? I can’t have you flunking.” If you looked closely, there was a little grin on his face due to his successful attempt to wake you up.

K. AL-ASIM

Kalim, being a very nice man but also somewhat clueless, whispers (not really) in your ear and shakes you awake like an earthquake was happening.

At this action of his, though, Trein thought he was chattering with you and immediately scolded Kalim for his lack of listening and talkativeness.

Once Trein slammed his hand on the desk, that’s only when you wake up, clueless and a bit scared to wake up to see Trein’s as usual strict face.

“This lesson is sooo boring.”

Kalim pouted, his cheek resting on his curled fingers into a soft ball of a fist.

“Hey, hey, [Name]—“

He slowly turned his head, just like the beam of sunshine he was, a grin plastered onto his face, but slowly faded into just a little smile.

“[Name]..?” Kalim panicked, for an honest moment, he thought that you fainted or died (LMAOOO). With two hands on your shoulder, he shaked you awake, a sheepish expression on his face. “[Name], wake up!”

V. SCHOENHEIT

Did you really think Vil would let you rest your head down on the dirty desk? Don’t be so clueless. Vil, being your boyfriend, he only wants the best for you, and he doesn’t want any trouble with you being overworked, then attending class the next day.

He is aware of you being a sleepyhead, but he’s dissatisfied by the fact that you’d prefer to lay your head on the dirty desk, rather than his shoulder.

Slowly, Vil would lift your head from the desk and lean it against his shoulder instead. If Trein catches you? Don’t worry! Vil would defend you by saying you were overworked and you couldn’t sleep well, and if that doesn’t buy out, he’ll resort to more creative plans.

“Huh… so that’s how it was explained.”

Vil mumbled to himself, taking down a note before glancing at you to check if you were okay— if you could catch up on the notes.

Once he took a glance at your slumbering state, he smiled softly to himself before putting a hand under your head to place on his shoulder.

Vil got all the more focused on notes so once you’d wake up, he’ll let you copy or review the notes you’ve missed while you slept.

Back at Pomefiore, he will urge you to rest more whilst he might do a livestream or catch up on his notes while watching over you the same time.

I. SHROUD

Just like Leona, Idia can relate, but not in the tired kind of way. He relates in the more “bored” way where he really just wants to go back to his dorm and play games while you rest beside him, on him, or even with him.

Idia is a firm believer of that students should rest after doing something tiring and not attend classes, just because he’s defending his lover.

He doesn’t put his efforts in waking you up since he knows you need to rest, but was kinda upset you didn’t fall asleep on his shoulder like in the animes he watched :(

Idia, being quiet, was resting his chin on his palm, elbow propped onto the desk. He glanced at you, his lover, for only a short moment and went back to the lesson. He turns his head back again to make sure, just to realize you fell asleep in class.

He mumbled a little comment about you being cute or about you being a sleepyhead before slowly rubbing his fingertips along your scalp very gently so you could rest some more.

Idia isn’t very used to waking someone up, so if you manage to sleep till the end of class, he’ll only whisper a few mentions of “wake up”s and your name.

M. DRACONIA

Malleus is okay with letting you rest in class, especially if you’re a sleepyhead, or if you feel sick, or maybe even after pulling an all-nighter after a workload, but he also fears that you might flunk and not catch up on the lesson, so he does his best to wake you up.

He tries to be as gentle as possible with how he wakes you up, especially with his voice, but no, bro wakes you up like quandale dingle.

Malleus attempts his most quietest, gentlest, and sweetest voice, but oh, he couldn’t. He isn’t used to attempt in soft voices, but for you, his lover, he always tries his best, whether it’s his not very good talents to some attempts in his smiling or habits, he’ll always do his best, just for his lover.

“Child of man.”

With a hand on your shoulder and a small grin on Malleus’ face, he watched as you jolt awake by his voice. He got worried for a second that his voice surprised you too much to make you scared or something, but then again, that was just how he was.

“I believe it is time for you to wake up. You may not be able to catch up on the lessons if you keep on your slumbering.”

Malleus admired your face as you sat up and shifted whilst you rubbed your eyes. He adored the sight of his sleepy lover, but for some reason, he doesn’t get why he loves that sight of you so much.

“But you may rest in Diasomnia once this class is over. I will get Lilia to excuse you in class.”

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mitsvriii · 6 months

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"Nothing's New"

In which your partner is never going to pay attention to you, because they’re too focused on their dead lover

Bell’s notes: “writer bell goes too far with this fic-” im /j no ones gonna say that, angst powers pls work tho, like im asdlkfjawel;fjsd;jf;lska, i cant write dude, let me like, plan this out in my head before writing nonsense, LIKE BRO, feral over angst LORD, 100k likes and you get part 2 /jjjj, growling i love angst, MWHAHAHA, sorry ely, yuka, mhie, snob, and zee if you read this 😔😔😔, i listened to “IT Girl” while writing this 😋, got carried away with Ayato’s part oopsies, i believe Guizhong for the ladies but whatever 😔😔😔, cut out Wanderer & Childe in the end because i’m TIRED, not proofread

Story details: Ayato lowkey a bitch, scratch that highkey, reader has self-doubt, Neuvilette doesn’t mean to be mean he just ISSS, GUIZHONG DID NOTHING STOP MAKING HER THE ONE IN BLAME IN THESE ZHONGLI SCENARIOS, oh and I couldn’t be bothered with Xiao’s part like a quarter through he’s such a flexible yet straight character, it’s the way you can tell when I got lazy with each part, chance Xiao & Zhongli are gonna be ooc as i’ve never written anything but short headcanons for them before

Characters & Triggers: Ayato, Neuvilette, Xiao, & Zhongli; reader has self-doubt, mention of death, mention of martial neglect

Reader details: female reader in Ayato’s part is explicit. female reader in Neuvilette’s part can be interpreted with the way you read it. the other parts, however, shouldn’t have a specified reader type. reader’s personality, race/ethnicity, height, physical descriptions, or anything of the sort is not mentioned. if anything is let me know and i’ll edit it.

Ayato: No surprise the Yashiro Commissioner doesn’t pay attention to his new wife, the one that he didn’t marry first. You knew that he didn’t love you, and most likely never would because you were, in fact, the second pick. Actually, it was probably in the hundreds based on the amount of marriage arrangement offers Ayato had gotten considering he was one of the biggest figures in Inazuma. It didn’t matter, but he most likely picked you because your clan was a small one to put it lightly, so he most likely chose it, and you, because it wouldn’t be a hassle with the press. But of course, he would choose the person and clan that seemed, “easy”. It hurt seeing some of the people’s sympathetic stares, such as Ayaka’s, Thoma’s, and a few of the older women working in the estate. You got used to the lack of greeting from Ayato when he got off work, the lack of warmth beside you at night. You found it hilarious, although you were hysteric at the time as you had just found out that Ayato was off that day and neglected to see you, that he never, ever laid down in the same bed as you. It doesn’t matter no matter how hard you work around the estate, how long you sit up doing his work, which you soon quit once he yelled at you like a homeless dog, or even the distinct flower you made out of one of Ayato’s favorite sweets that he ignored. Not even a glance at your general direction, either. After a while, you decided to do some digging on his past wife, only to find out that she was in fact near perfect. Perfect reputation, perfect everything, to put it shortly. Shortly after asking Ayaka what happened to her, by pulling the sad, guilty wife card, you found out she was a victim of an assassination attempt that turned into a success. Of course, Ayato and his perfect wife would only be torn apart by death. It was poetic, and it made you sick. So what were you to do but endure the slow torture that you and Ayato’s marriage was? After all, nothing you could do could change how he felt about you.

Neuvillette: The famous hydro dragon, at least to those who knew his ‘secret’. His past lover, unfortunately, died before him, no doubt to his immortality. Of course, you would soon die, maybe in a few decades but, hey, it wasn’t like he would miss you. You could only wait awake at night as Neuvillette went to fix himself his own meal, despite you staying up to cook him one and await for his return from work. It’s not that was the only time he never paid attention to you, after all the man had most likely been grieving his wife for centuries at this point in time. So what were you to do besides stay and watch this man be emotionally constipated around you? Why did he even marry you in the first place, then? It couldn’t be because his past wife resembled you, and it certainly wasn’t because you both acted the same. Was it because he needed someone to cling to? I mean, you weren’t exactly someone who seemed to not fit the criteria of a compassionate co-worker who would comfort Neuvillette in his times of distress. Did Neuvilette only come to you because you were his way of grieving? It would make partial sense, to cling to the nearest piece of comfort to help with the pain of loss. It made you feel like nothing but an object meant for his emotional wants, but in reality, that’s all you ever are and will ever be to him.

Xiao: The famous adeptus long ago, had someone close to him. Shame they fell to waste during the archon wars, along with the other adepti. It was no surprise that everyone familiar with Liyue stories knew about the two of them together, which unfortunately included you. It didn’t pain you that much until your oh-so-loveable boyfriend got distracted by two kids playing with a Xiao lantern and one of her. After that, it only devolved into more. The lack of visits to your room in the inn, the lack of responses whenever you left your little notes for him near your meet-up place, and the extreme lack of thank-you-notes whenever you left Xiao almond tofu. It didn’t matter that you started to skip and completely ignore doing all of these things just to see if he would notice because the adeptus failed to appear in your room just to check in to see if you were okay. This behavior was unlike him, at least in the sense of him completely ignoring you. The only answer you could think of, that logically made sense, of course, was that he was reminded of his past loved one because of the run-in with the lanterns you two had while out in Liyue. So in terms, he seemed to disconnect with you because of the memories of his past significant other? You knew the adepti didn’t die peacefully, you could tell that much from the stories, so it wouldn’t be surprising if that also applied to Xiao’s past lover. There was nothing you could do about it though, because if you knew Xiao, he wouldn’t talk about her to you nor push her aside for you.

Zhongli: Guizhong. Of course, you were familiar with the name, everyone in Liyue was. Everyone might be a stretch considering the visitors and children, but the point’s been made. Morax and Guizhong were close. Close in a sense of possibly having relationship affairs but that was only explicit to you because of the way your lover would glace at glaze lilies. You couldn’t call him your lover, could you? Not with the way he would hum to the glaze lilies, the way his eyes would also drift away from you whenever you talked as you took strolls through Guilu Plains, and the way he would opt to tell stories of specific tales of his time as Morax, ones that included Guizhong in some way. It got to the point where you had to make up tasks that you had to do daily just to get away from the walks you two took, not to hear the different-yet-similar stories of Morax and totally not Guizhong. It was childish of you to be doing so, you had yourself convinced, as you couldn’t blame Guizhong for any of it. She had no part of this besides well, besides being your number one stressor for the past few weeks. It was tiring yet somehow for the sake of not wanting a glare or side-eye from Zhongli about his stories, which you never thought you’d get that tired of hearing, you kept your mouth shut, despite how hard it was. You knew it would only take so much more, though, before you said something about it.

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katyswrites · 8 months

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don't call me 'baby' - epilogue

EPILOGUE | SERIES

Pairing: Steve Harrington/fem!reader

Warnings: Sugardaddy!Steve, references to smut, fluff (tooth-rotting fluff), mentions of food, age gap, no use of y/n

Wordcount: 1.3k

A sugar daddy modern AU, a whirlwind summer romance in Italy, and two people from completely different walks of life, somehow finding each other in one of the most beautiful cities in the world. But, what will happen when summer ends?

EPILOGUE | long story short

Four years later.

You blink awake groggily, the bright morning light inescapable. It takes you a moment to remember where you are, the way it often does in those first few seconds of waking up - then, you remember. The sound of ocean waves, the smell of salt air, and the feeling of a solid warmth by your side is enough to remind you. You sigh dreamily, backing up closer against Steve. He stirs, still half-asleep, his arm slinging around your waist to pull you against him.

“Morning,” you whisper.

“Mmph,” he grumbles, clearly not ready to join you in being awake.

You twist in his arms until you’re facing him. His eyelids are fluttering, breathing steady - he still looks so young like this, so peaceful. You would stare at him sleeping all day, if he let you. The bright morning sun dances across his skin, illuminating his freckles and moles, the shape of his brow and nose, and the slight stubble he’s developing after a day of skipping shaving. You sigh, reaching up to gently trace his features, your fingers only brushing along his skin ever-so lightly. He stirs again, nuzzling into your touch. You giggle softly, leaning over to kiss any part of him you could reach - his forehead, eyelids, nose, cheeks - and, the moles along his jawline and neck, your favorite. It’s mornings like this that you love the most.

“What’re you doing,” he asks groggily.

“Waking you up,” you whisper, brushing your nose against his. “Want me to stop?”

“No. But, I preferred how you woke me up yesterday,” he murmurs, grinning. You blush at the memory, remembering how he regained consciousness to the feeling of your lips around his cock about 24 hours ago.

“I’m sure you did - I promise, there’s plenty where that came from.”

He chuckles, turning under the sheets to get a better look at you.

“This is actually my favorite thing,” he says softly.

“What is?”

“Waking up next to you.”

Even after all of these years, you feel as if your heart is about to burst, your love for the man beside you impossible to contain.

“Well, good thing you’ll be waking up next to me forever,” you whisper.

“Mm…did you sleep well, Mrs. Harrington?”

You nod, scooching closer until you’re nose-to-nose again.

“And you?”

“You know me… I always sleep better when you’re here.”

“Mm.”

You both lay in a peaceful silence for a while, enjoying a lazy morning

You yawn. “What time is it, anyways?”

“Not sure - does it matter?”

You shrug. “No - not really. Maybe we can take the boat out again today, at some point - I think that’d be fun.”

“Mm. Also, we do have a dinner reservation at that rooftop place you like tonight.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mm hm. Turns out that tonight is when we’re gonna be able to see your star from here - I thought it’d be nice to look at it where I first gave it to you, you know?”

It still amazes you, how easily his thoughtfulness comes to him.

“Have you finally figured out where it is?” you tease.

“I know where it is -”

“Baby, every time you point it out, it’s a completely different star -”

“Looks like I’ll just have to buy you the whole sky, so everything is named after you - d’you think they’ll let me do that?”

You giggle.

“I think, like, NASA would take issue with that.”

“It’s worth the risk, I think,” he jokes.

When the subject of planning your honeymoon had come up, you and Steve had looked at destinations all around the world - the smarter thing to do would probably go somewhere new, a place neither of you had been before. But, that idea only lasted about five minutes before you both had admitted where you really wanted to go.

Ischia Island was the only option, really - where else would you go, besides the place where you had fallen in love? He even found the same villa to rent - he had initially suggested a resort stay instead, which you refused. This is what feels right - knowing Steve, he was close to just buying the place if it would make you happy.

You stretch under the covers, groaning. Your diamond ring catches the sunlight and glistens - and, you can’t help but smile at the sight of it. You aren’t sure you’ll ever get completely used to the sight of it - or, the idea of being married to Steve at all.

The wedding had been a massive affair, a destination event in Naples with all of your close friends and family. Robin was your maid of honor, and cried during her whole speech, even when she told the embarrassing story of walking in on you. Eddie and his band performed, actually switching out their typical heavy metal fare for more wedding-friendly classics. The moment ingrained in your mind is when Steve saw you in your dress for the first time - you had opted for a “first look,” a private moment for the two of you to see each other dressed up for the first time, and take some photos before the ceremony. He practically crumbled when he saw you, pulling you into a suffocating hug - part of you had thought he quite literally would never let go. Somehow, he was still finding ways to surprise you.

You know that, after this honeymoon, you’d both return to Chicago, where you split time for half of the year. Then, you’d come back to Rome, where your second home is. It actually makes Steve’s job easier, this compromise - after expanding the company globally, he enlisted you to work with him, opening a nonprofit sector of HNL for underprivileged teens looking to study at foreign universities. For people like you had once been. In his words, we have more money than we need, and I think it’s about time we do something good. He has a passion for helping kids, you’ve learned. YOu both work hard, but for you, it’s easy, doing something you love with the person you love.

Steve’s hand finds yours under the covers, entwining your fingers and pulling it up so he can press a few kisses to your knuckles. The softness of the gesture makes you want to crumble, even after all this time. He takes a moment to examine your ring, silver to match his own wedding band. To most, the star of your finger is the sparkling diamond on the engagement ring - but, his eyes flit to the pearl on your wedding band instead, the one he had found on this very island years ago.

“Guess what,” he whispers.

“What?”

“I love you.”

You feel yourself smile, and bury your face into the pillow.

“I really hope that’s the case,” you laugh. “Ti amo tanto.”

I love you so much.

Then, the moment is ruined by the rumbling of your stomach.

“Breakfast?” you ask. He laughs.

“Yeah, okay - I’ll go make something. Want to have it on the balcony?”

You nod, biting your lip as you watch him walk away.

Once, Steve had told you he’d make sure you want for nothing - that, whatever you wanted, he’d give to you. That sentiment still seeps through pretty often - he loves nothing more than spoiling you. Whatever you want, I’ll make it happen he says.

But, laying here in this beautiful Italian villa, with the smell of eggs wafting in from where your husband is humming to himself in the kitchen - you have everything you want. And, as long as you’re with him, you always will.

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author's note: that's it! Thanks for coming on this wild journey with me. This might not be the end of this universe's Steve and reader - perhaps some blurbs will be posted in the future, if there's interest. But, that's the end of their main story - I hope you enjoyed. I also hope you'll stick around for my upcoming projects. Thank you all for supporting this fic - I'd love to hear your thoughts! This is Katy, signing off (for now).

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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I’m so scared for the next update. Everything’s getting far too serious.

It is isn’t it. And I almost feel bad! But hey—you guys are reading it and I’m enjoying writing it so that’s all that matters. As always here the Masterlist for those not caught up!

Chapter Warnings: Domestic and Sexual abuse/violence. Illusion to forced sexual acts.

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“What are you doing?” Jakes asking when he catches you leaning over the kitchen bench eating what looks to be cold ravioli. Dipping the singular pasta into the cold sun dried tomato sauce that sat cracked open next to the glass bowl of leftovers.

“I was too lazy to heat it up, thought I’d just snack on it like corn chips and salsa.”

“Bold move—“ Jake replied as he sauntered over, he’s noticed over the last few days that the bruising around your eyes had gone down. Almost invisible to the naked eye. The cut that ran across the expanse of your bottom lip had started to heal up nice and your smile—albeit slightly saddened, had started to make an appearance. “I think we had ravioli on Monday night—it’s Saturday Fe.”

“It passed the sniff test.” Is all you mumble back as Jake comes to stand beside you, he’s hovering. Has been since you showed up on his doorstep. “If you’re about to ask, it’s a no.”

“I think getting out will be good for you!” Jake’s been pushing the rhetoric on you for the last few days, he wanted you to meet his friends, genuine people who would welcome you with open arms. “Come on Y/n, you’ve been hiding out here for three weeks now, and Rooster is about to burst at the seams because I won’t let him mention that some strange woman he’s never seen before told him to fuck off when he was knocking the damn door down.” Jake smirks to himself when he sees you still. Right, you had done that hadn’t you.

“I should really apologise for doing that, he probably thinks I’m some kind of bitch—“ Jake snorts through his nose when he takes a cold piece of ravioli that’s dipped in sun dried tomato sauce to his mouth.

“You are and can, tomorrow—” Jake grins. “We’re all having lunch at the Hard Deck and I really want everyone to meet the woman who’s gonna be servicing their aircraft and fixing their gear in two weeks time.” You don’t say anything, you simply play with the single piece of pasta you're holding between your fingertips.

“What about Dot?”

“What about her?” Jake questioned back as he bumps your hip with his. “You’re gonna bring her and you're gonna watch as she steals the hearts of seven Naval Aviators.”

Which is exactly what happened. Jakes ushering you through the front doors with Dot on his hip. He looks the part of your everyday run of the mill dad that’s just finished wrangling the two year old on his hip after she’d decided that the toilet paper in the downstairs bathroom was more valuable than her stuffed echidna toy he’d left her with for five minutes.

“Who’s Hangman with?” Fanboy asks inquisitively as he taps Rooster on the shoulder. The second Bradley turns around to see who Mickeys referring to, Bradley Bradshaw forgets how to breathe. Its you, the girl whod told him to fuck off when he came to jakes door that one time. The girl Jake had gaslit Bradley into believing was a figment of his imagination. The girl who looked a lot prettier when she wasn't hiding behind a gaggle of bruises and cuts. Not that Bradley didn't think you were beautiful to begin with, he just liked to see you smiling instead of crying.

“Everyone.” Jake begins, he's smiling ear to ear while he's holding his niece who's locked eyes on the shyer than most weapons systems officer who's wearing big googly glasses that make her smile as bright as ever. “I want you all to meet my sister Y/n and her beautiful daughter Odette, but we just call her Dot.”

“Hi–” You say wave. “It's uh, nice to meet you all, I've heard alot about you all.”

“And yet we’ve never heard about you?” Payback turns his attention to Jake who says he’ll explain. But you've moved onto something else.

“You know ASL?” You barely register what you're saying as you watch Bob sign to Odette who's trying to copy the aviator's hand movements. He was just trying to grab her attention. He didn't think anyone else knew.

“Uh–Yeah, a little, I was just saying hello.” It's almost as if he was stunned you knew what he was doing. “You know it too?” Bob asked in return, he watches the way you reach out for your daughter and doesn't miss the slight discoloration he catches on your stomach when your shirt lifts up slightly.

“I picked up a little here and there.”

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“Jaidyn, you–you need to leave–” There's a camera in the corner of your workshop, the little red light usually blinks on and off every few seconds. It lets you know that you're not alone. You've never had an issue before where the higher ups have had to go and comb through countless hours of footage, Bradley never really paid much mind to the camera either whenever he’d get a little lovey dovey–but there's something far too concerning about your current situation.

The little blinking red light that's usually there every three or four seconds, wasn't blinking.

“ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION!” Jaidyn barked at you, the way he pushed you back against the wall a little harder as his hand came up to wrap around your throat had you crying. Warm tears escaped for your bottom lash line as you gasped for air under the tight pressure Jaiydn applied around your throat. You reached for his hand, trying to claw it open but all he did was choke you harder. “You know, it would be so easy for me to just–” He doesn't say it, but you know what he means when you feel the sting of a knife’s tip press into your side slowly and through your work uniform. “But this is just so much fun baby.”

You cough and splatter and gasp for air when Jaidyn drops his hand from around your throat, only for him to cup his palm over your mouth–he knows you would have cried out for help if given the chance. His not dumb, if anything Jaidyn Dolan was an incredibly intelligent man. It's one of the things that made you fall in love with him to begin with, his incredible mind. His passion for aviation and aerodynamics. A gifted mind when it came to all things mathematical and science based. You wondered if any of the women he’d dated before you had been lucky enough to not have to experience this side of him. Maybe it was just you, but whenever you caught yourself wandering about that, you fell into a dangerous cycle of blaming yourself for his actions.

Still very much believing it was you that was the problem, that you were the reason Jaidyn Dolan was an abuser. A champion chameleon. He had just about everyone fooled that he was a great guy.

“This is what's gonna happen sweetheart.” Jaidyn hissed through gritted teeth against your ear as he pressed himself against you. “You’re gonna do as you’re told and if you don’t, so help me god I will fuck that cunt of a boyfriend you’re parading around with up so much he’ll beg me to kill him.” You felt your heart drop into your stomach as Jaidyn removed his hand from around your mouth, only to press the blade of his knife against your neck, with so much intent behind his actions that you felt the blade break the supple and sensitive skin of your neck.

“Jaidyn–Pl–Please.”

“And if that doesn't make you nervous, watch me take that little girl you were so fucking hell bent on keeping and ill make sure you never see you again.” You don't know what to do, so you just cry. Nodding in response silently as Jaidyn pulls the knife away from your throat and steps back. He’s trusting you not to run. You wouldn't be so stupid, not after he just threatened Odette, threatened Bradley.

You stand before him shaking, quivering with fear as your heart races and your lungs feel like they're on fire. He points the knife at you with his arm outstretched and a smile so maniacal it makes you want to throw up.

“So, strip for me darlin–before I change my mind.”

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Amelia Fisher was still shaking with fear as she walked up to the front desk of the North Island police station. Without so much as saying anything, she slid her phone across the counter to the man sitting at the front desk, a video playing of two men having an altercation in the car park of the Day Care centre she had just dropped her nephew off at.

“Ma’am—?” The police officer sitting before her questioned her actions.

“You guys just arrested the blonde one in this video.” She pointed out, her finger visibly shaking as he pointed Jake Seresin out to the office who just raised his brow. “But this guy was the one who provoked him, he had a knife that you can clearly see in his hand here and he was the one that should have been arrested.” She’d been in her car, enjoying the coffee she’d made at home in a rush to get out the door when everything broke out before her very eyes. “I was just dropping my nephew off—“ Amilia went on to explain, rambling as she tried to steady her breathing.

The officer played the video on her phone three or four times over before he stood, gesturing for Amelia to meet him at the door just off to the side.

“I’ll need you to make a statement before we can let Mr. Seresin leave.” He explains, sitting with a groan as if he was annoyed about doing his job. “And the video will need to be submitted into official evidence.”

“Uh, sure—yeah that’s not a problem.” She hugged herself tight as she took a seat promptly, spilling her guts about everything she’d witnessed happen in the carpark of the SunnySide day care centre.

“Come on Rooster—pick up you stupid flightless bird you.” Jake’s grumbling to himself when he pushes through the front doors of the police station, jotting down the stairs that Amilia Fisher had been pacing up and down for the better half of half an hour, just waiting for the man she’d watched nearly become a shish kabob in the carpark of SunnySide to come through the doors. “Dammit Bradshaw!”

Jake sighs as he comes to a halt, looking up as he brings his phone down from his ear and hits hangup when Rooster doesn’t answer his damn phone. Catching a woman’s attention as she’s pacing back and forth like a crazy person, mumbling to herself as she chews her nail beds into oblivion.

“Are you Amilia?” Jake asks. He’s still unsure of why someone he didn’t know would turn in vital evidence that may have very well saved his sorry ass.

“Oh! Yes! Yes, that's me!” Amilias beaming back at Jake when she realises he’s out and looking at her, running up to meet him halfway up the stairs of the police station. Nearly tripping over her own feet as she does. “I’m Amilia, Amilia Fisher—“

Jakes flawed. He’s never really been one to be stunned into silence but as Amilia sticks her hand out to introduce herself, Jake Seresin thinks he’s having a heart attack. Because Amilia is gorgeous.

“You’re the one who just gave a statement, got me off the hook?” Jake asked as he takes Amilias hand in his softly, shaking it a few times before letting her go. Watching as she goes back to picking at her cuticles in an attempt to settle her nerves.

“I was just sitting in my car, and saw the whole thing, I didn’t know what else to do so I just started recording—“ There’s a moment of silence when Jake doesn’t know what to say and Amilia doesn’t know how to speak. So they just stand there, looking at each other awkwardly and in complete silence until Jake smiles. “Thought it might help, you know.”

“You know you probably just saved my life right?” Jakes not kidding, he knew damn well without any evidence he could have been convicted of a felony which would have meant the end of his career. Which would subsequently ruin his life. “And you probably don’t even know it, do you?” Jake wasn’t trying to be ominous, but he thought Amilia was awfully pretty. If she didn’t know how much of an impact she had on the trajectory of Jake Seresins life just by one selfless decision she made? He thought there was a possible chance she could have been worth getting to know, what other selfless acts had she done?

“I just didn’t think it was fair that that guy, whoever he is to you, got away after provoking you like that.” Amilia admitted her truth to Jake as she walked with him side by side down the stairs. “He looked pretty off his rocker.” Huh, that was a new one? Come to think of it, there was an accent there too, Jake just couldn’t pick it. Not in the moment at least. So he laughed softly and when the pair of them made it back to where Amilia had parked her car? Jakes shooting his shot amongst a whole lot of chaos.

“Listen—I’ve gotta make sure some people are alright, but if I give you my number? what’s the chance you’ll let me take you out for a coffee just to say thanks?” And it’s the sweetest smile Jake ever sees creep across this gorgeous woman’s face. He’s spellbound, until Amilias laughing and answering him with the most ridiculous sentence that Jake Seresin has ever heard.

“I’d say that I didn’t come here to fuck spiders—“ Jakes short circuiting, he’s trying to blink a response into fruition but as Amilia is standing right in front of him trying not to lose her composure and laugh right in his face. She falters after a few seconds of watching the man struggle to find his words, with a hand covering her mouth, Jake knows she’s set him up. “It means the chances are high, Lieutenant Seresin.” Amilia coos, brushing her hair back behind her ear. “I’m Australian, well I’ve been in the states for a while now but still—it’s just some silly saying that makes zero sense when you think about it.”

“Right—“ Oh my god Jake thinks he’s in love. He can feel his heart beating in his chest in a way he’s never quite experienced “Australian, I’ll uh—commit that detail to memory for when we go for that coffee and you can tell me all about the other silly saying you Aussies seem to have?” For a second Jake thinks maybe it’s just all the adrenaline’s pumping through his veins from the whole being detained saga, or the fact you’re probably in imminent danger, but it’s not. His heart is beating so hard inside his chest because Amilia is the textbook definition of perfection in Jake's eyes and he doesn’t even know her on a personal level.

He’s sure that when he sees that smile creep across her face again that he'll spontaneously combust if he gets a chance to get to know her more.

Amilia Fisher reaches for her phone and hands it over to Lieutenant Jake Seresin, the name she’d been told was his from the police officer who took her statement. By the time it’s in Jake's possession the screens already unlocked and open to a new contact setting. Jake beams, his cheeks feel hot and he knows he’s got a flush of crimson red creeping up his neck.

“I like a strong coffee Lieutenant, perhaps we could try that coffee shop down by the beach near Preston’s Pastries?” Amilia hadn’t gone into this thinking she’d get a date, but still, the possibility of getting to know the more than handsome Hollywood smile having Naval Aviator who stood before her didn’t seem like just a bad idea. “Or wherever you think is good—“

“The coffee shop near Preston’s Pastries seems like a good idea.” Jake smiled back, completely unaware of the fact he’d been standing out the front of the police station with this woman he didn't know yet saved his ass from being incarcerated for well over twenty minutes. “It's a date, Amilia.” Jake couldn’t believe he’d scored a date in all this mess—how the fuck was he meant to find time to go on a date when at any moment Jaidyn could snap. “Amilia Fisher—“ He liked that name. Amilia. “It’s been a pleasure meeting you, and thanks again for uh—literally bailing me out.”

“Just trying to do my civic duty.” She nodded, accepting the phone Jake handed back to her with his containers now saved, he’d sent himself a text. Not wanting to chance her not following up on their coffee date. “Lieutenant Seresin.”

“Hangman—“ Jake chuckled softly as he rubbed the back of his head. There was something about this girl, usually Jake was all talk and far too confident for his own good. But Amilia Fisher? There was something about her that had Jake swooning.

“Huh?” She bit back, figuring she’d misheard Jake. “Sorry, what did you say your name was?”

“My callsign, it’s Hangman, or just Jake will be fine too.”

“The fuck kinda name is that?” Oh my god Jake swears he felt his knees buckle for a second when Amilia wrinkled her nose up in question to his callsign. Accepting it nevertheless as she turned to open her car door. “But sure, Hangman—how about you hop in and I’ll drive you to the navy base?” It’s an offer Jake can’t refuse, before he registers what he’s doing? He’s nodding a little too eagerly and racing around to the passenger side of Amilias sisters car. A two thousand and seventeen Santa Fe. Praying she knows how to drive and drive fast.

There's a song that plays through the speakers almost instantly as Jake does his seatbelt up and Amilia starts the car. He chuckles softly to himself, settling in while he pubs his psalm across his thighs.

“Something wrong Hangman?” Amilia taunts the sandy blonde who sits in her passenger seat looking all kinds of stressed out. She isn't sure if it's because he's trusting a complete stranger to drive him to work or because of the earlier escapades that transpired on daycare drop off.

“My sister, she listened to these guys religiously, it's almost intervention worthy.” Jake, although not their biggest Stan, can appreciate the Australian based Hilltop Hoods that's coming through the speakers. “I hear this song in my nightmares.”

“Your sister has impeccable taste if you ask me.” Amilia smiles, concentraining on pulling out from the curb. “Chase That Feeling is a powerhouse anthem.”

“She’d probably agree–” Jake replies, listening to the song play as his heart aches just a little inside his chest. He's losing it, he knows this is bigger than him, bigger than Bradley. He can't be everywhere at once and he can't protect you the way he promised he could. That much is becoming abundantly clear with every day Jaidyn Dolan is in North Island. “No scratch that, she’d definitely agree.”

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“WHERE THE HELL IS LIEUTENANT DOLAN!?” Admiral Simpson, famous around Miramar for being the hard task master that he was—shouted at an astronomically loud level at the group of Naval Aviators as they geared up for the next round of flight training scheduled for the day. He was irate that two out of his eight Fighter Pilots were currently missing in action. “One of you better have a damn answer for either Lieutenant Dolan or Lieutenant Seresin being unaccounted for this morning!?” It was boarding 10am.

For some, it would be their first run of the day, Fanboy, Payback, Coyote and Jake himself were all late starters. Phoenix, Bob and Bradley however? They hadn’t been so lucky. They were the 7am starters for the next few days and hadn’t seen or heard from Hangman all morning.

“I’ve gotta go pick up my helmet from Felix’s Hanger, I left it there so she could fix that crack—“ Bob mumbles under his breath to Phoenix who just nods before she’s watching her back seater slither past a very clearly outraged Admiral Simpson.

“WELL—!?” Bradley just turns on his heels, opening his locker where his phone is ringing on silent. The stupid photo that’s linked to Jake's caller ID illuminates the screen for a few split seconds before the call is ringing out—revealing the seven texts, four missed calls and three voicemails Bradley has missed all the while his phone had been in his locker since he’d officially started. Fuck.

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“Fe!” Bob Floyd is a peculiar man to most. If anything he's a simple man with simple pleasures and a simple heart. He, although he's been met with his own trials and tribulations in life, knows he lived a rather sheltered life. He’d been a bookworm his entire life, lived on a farm with his brothers, his mum and dad. Worked whenever the sun was up and slept when the sun was down. “Hey, no pressure but I’m just wondering if you had a chance to look at my helmet yet?” He hadnt come face to face with anything that really rattled him, was never really a drinker—didn’t start fights like his brother was known for. “If you haven’t, that’s cool—I can just use the spare.” Well, maybe that was kind of wrong—Bob hadn’t faced anything that didn’t rattle him that hadnt been related to his chosen career choice that was. He practically stared death in the face Monday through Friday and laughed at him. “Felix? you in here?”

“Don't try anything stupid!” Jaidyns hissing in your face as you dress yourself. He does the same and shoves you out in line of sight as he hides away in the corner.

There’s a commotion coming from around the corner in your workshop as Bob's questions go unanswered. He swears he hears the voice of a man he can’t quite pick before you’re appearing. Fixing up your overalls and looking all thinks of panicked and scared out of your damn mind.

“Fe—? Are you alright?” Bob asked cautiously. He takes a step towards you but in your panic you step back. “What’s wrong?” it's imminent and undeniable as ever, something is incredibly wrong.

“I’ve put in a custom order for a new one, your helmet’s a little old and the crack running up the centre pretty much shot out its integrity.” You explained softly while you wiped your tears away and sauntered over to your desk where you had a helmet waiting for Bob. “If you ejected the helmet wouldn't do much good–so I binned it, but here’s a spare that was only catalogued into rotation last month. Hasn’t seen much use, so it should keep you pretty safe.”

“Uh—thanks.” Bob replies, still standing where he landed when he watched you take a hesitant step away from him. He clearly sees the line across your neck, the bruises the size of fingers. If someone’s here, and they did that, Bob knows you aren’t safe—and there’s only one person who Bob can think of that would lay their hands on you. “I appreciate it.”

“S’not a problem, really.” Your voice is shakier than ever as you scribble a quick note on a post it that’s on your desk. There’s a mirror hanging above your desk, you angle it just right. Hoping it does something.

The post it is barely legible but it will just have to do as you stick it to the inside of Bob's temporary helmet and take it over to him. “I’m just doing my job—but your new one shouldn’t take too long to come in.”

“Sounds perfect.” Bobs keeping things casual as he takes the helmet from you, flips it over and sees the bright orange post it. He goes silent as he reads it and feels his heart pounding against his chest.

“Jaidyn has a knife, go.”

“See you at lunch?”

“You bet.” You send Bob a soft and quick smile before you stand there and watch him leave. Bob takes a few steps before he turns around again, holding his helmet up under his arm as he signs to you the one thing you needed to hear most right now hoping that you still remember enough to be able to understand what he was signing to you.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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“Does anyone have any ideas as to where either of those men may or may not be?” It’s a lingering question that goes unanswered by the group. Admiral Simpson seemed rather unamused when he wasn’t given a direct answer by any of his aviators. “If they aren’t present and accounted for in fifteen minutes each and every single one of you will be doing pushups on that tarmac until your shoulders dislodge from their socket! AM I UNDERSTOOD?”

“Abundantly Sir—“ Fanboy replies meekly on behalf of the group who all watch as Admiral Simpson turns with a huff and exits the locker room—only to have one of his two missing Aviators run into him at full speed like he wasn’t watching where he was going.

“Admiral Simpson!” Jakes stammering. “I’m here, I’m here—I was on daycare duty and—“ Jake Seresin is out of breath, he’s a sweaty panicked mess of a man as he stands before his Admiral, white as a ghost. “Felix is in trouble sir, where’s Zeus?”

“He’s not here.” Bradley pipes up, the confirmation that Jaidyn isn’t in the locker room and in direct line of sight has Jake's head spinning. No. No what the fuck is he up to. “Cyclone here was just about to make us all do 300 push ups in your very out of character tardiness.” Jake brushes Bradley’s undercover stress off as he turns his attention back to the Admiral flaring his nostrils.

“Sir with all due respect somethings—“ Jake knows that Jaidyn is currently more unhinged than normal, being on base probably meant nothing to him at this point. But to the untrained, uninformed eye, Jaidyn Dolan was an exceptional pilot and a fine addition to Mirimars dagger unit.

“Hangman, does this look like a goddamn show and tell circle to you?” Cyclone cuts him off, still seeing red that he was late without any prior warning or excuse, not that it would have mattered anyway. “I don’t care why you're late and I don’t want to hear about it either! So just go do your job and do it well before someone else gets a chance to show you how they can do it better.” Everyone is silent as Jake Seresin is torn to shreds in the entryway to the locker room. Bradley knows something’s wrong by the way Jake just turns on his heels and heads off in the direction of your hanger, not even bothering to stop by his locker to collect his flight gear and helmet.

“Hangman wait up!” Rooster groans as he rounds the corner, catching up to Jake as his stride continues. One foot in front of the other, never stopping for a second because if he stops he might not make it in time. “Hold up a minute—“

“No time.” Jake wasn’t giving Bradley anything. “You need to answer your phone more often, you have no idea what kind of morning I’ve had!”

“Well if you’d stop for five seconds and fill me in I might be able to catch up and—“ There's a sudden shift in the dynamic between Bradley Bradshaw and Jake Seresin as Jake turns around around, grabbing Rooster the the collar of his flight suit and shoving him up against the nearest wall. Holding him there with his forearm pressed against his chest. “Dude!?”

“Jaidyn came at me with a fucking knife in the carpark of Dots daycare, I got carted away to the station and nearly charged with assault! Until some woman I’ve never met handed in a video she took that set the record straight—and you’re here, with your back fucking turned and your guard down, doing jack shit while he’s NOT ACCOUNTED FOR!?”

“Jake—calm down!” Bradley doesn’t fight back, he’s still trying to process what Jake had just told him. Three words sticking out prominently. Knife, Jaidyn, Daycare.

“CALM DOWN!?” Jakes fuming, he’s got tunnel vision because he can’t let anything happen to you. He promised you’d be okay here, that you'd be safe and all he can think about is not being able to keep you safe anymore. “BRADSHAW! HE'S GOING TO FUCKING KILL HER! WHAT ISN'T CLICKING HERE!?”

He didn’t want to fail you again.

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Bobs standing against the wall just listening. He watched with reluctance as you made your way around the corner, out of his sight until he noticed the circular mirror on your desk—it’s angled almost too perfectly for it to be a coincidence.

Bob watches as he feels all the anger in the world wash over him as you drop to your knees before a man who isn’t Bradley. This isn’t good.

“Did you try anything funny?” Jaidyn asked as he thumbs your bottom lip. Looking down at you as you shake your head No in response before his open palm is connecting with your cheek. A crack rings out, it sends Bob into a frenzy. He finally understood what Rhett meant when he said protecting people he loved caused a blinding range so fierce sometimes that he didn’t know what he was doing until he was in the middle of a fight. “Atta girl baby—now, why don’t you be a good girl and finish what we started before we were so rudely interrupted?”

Bob reaches for the nearest possible item he can use as a weapon. Looking left and right and then left again, Bob settled for the chock blocks that sit haphazardly near the wall. A forgotten set that you’d kicked away a few days ago.

“Please stop—“ You beg, you can barely bring yourself to speak. You know this is exactly what Jaidyn wants, for you to be vulnerable and alone. “Please, I can’t—“ It physically pains Bob to have to hear you beg, but what’s worse is the laugh your cries are met with in response. Like it’s funny that you’re begging for mercy.

“You know what’s really sad about this whole thing baby?” Jaidyn sighs as he starts to undo his flight suit again. “That you’ll have to admit it to yourself that you are the nasty whore that I’ve been saying you are for ye—“ Jaidyn doesn’t get a chance to speak as Bob swings the set of chocks from around the corner directly into Jaidyns nose. It’s hard rubber—the kind that packs a punch, the same type of rubber that mallets are made of.

“Oh my god oh my god oh my god—“ You immediately panic as Jaidyn tumbles to the ground, he’s unconscious. “Holy shit holy fuck—Bob.”

“Let’s go!” Bob’s grabbing your wrist. “Go! Go!” He’s pulling you up off the ground with enough force it has you stumbling out in front of him. “Just run Y/n, don’t worry about him, just move!” Bobs not pushing you, but he’s guiding you out of the hanger until you pick up the pace. “I got you, I got you.” Bobs mumbling a mantra behind you as you run, run all the way out of the hanger and out onto the tarmac where you see Bradley and Jake walking over.

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“Jake man, I love you I do—but if you don’t let me go we’re gonna have a problem here.” Bradley’s as calm as he can be as Jake doesn’t loosen his hold. “Hangman, this is exactly what he wants man—if he drives a wedge between us, it makes it easier for him to get at her.” Bradley explains and it’s as if that explanation alone breaks through the haze that’s clouding Jake's better judgement. He still doesn’t let go as his eyes flood with tears. “Don’t let what he’s playing at eclipse the bigger picture here.”

“God I hate when you get all philosophical.” Jake groans, letting Rooster go as he steps back and away from his best friend. “I’m sorry, I am—but if he’s not here—than he’s with Y/n and after the stunt he fucking pulled on me thismorning that’s not a good thing.”

“Well if you're done strangling me we’ll go check on her.” Bradley just sighs, dusting himself off as he walks with Jake out onto the tarmac, side by side as they make quick by long strides towards the hanger that’s yours. Your workshop, your safe space.

But stop in their tracks when they see you barreling towards them, screaming, crying. And Robert Floyd running just shy behind you.

“What the hell happened!?” Bradley’s the first to ask when you slam into him at full speed, immediately he feels you wrap your arms around his torso, crying uncontrollably into his chest as Bob looks at Jake. “Bob?”

“That fucker—“ Jakes the one who takes off running back towards your hanger, Bobs hot on his tail all the while Bradley drops to the ground with you, hugging you tight as you cry uncontrollably. In complete and utter hysterics.

“Honey—honey look at me.” Bradley sees the bruises on your neck and the line across it that looks like it’s been cut. “You don’t have to tell me what happened but I need you to listen when I tell you I’ve got you alright?” It’s hard to believe when you’re in so deep. So immersed in the lies that Jaidyn manages to have you believing about yourself. “I’ve got you, I’m here.” There’s no response, all Bradley is met with is more painful tears as he holds you in his arms and rocks with you on the tarmac.

“Don’t let me go—“ It comes out so soft that Bradley hardly hears you say it, but you do and he kisses your forehead in response as he holds you just a little tighter.

He’d never let you go.

“He was making her do shit Hangman.” Bob's explaining as he races after Jake. “I don’t know how long he was messing with her for.”

“Probably all morning, fuck.” Jakes pissed. He could murder someone right now, he could feel his hands tingling with rage—blinded by the need to protect the best thing in his life. You. “Where is he?” Jake’s asking as Bob and him make it back to the hanger. “Bob?”

“He was right over here?” Bob’s nearly speechless when he rounds the corner where he’d left Jaidyn and finds he’s gone. There’s a small amount of blood on the concrete but that’s all that’s left. “I can’t imagine he’s gotten far—“

“Son of a bitch isn’t gonna get away with this.” Is all Jake says before he’s looking around. “YOU FUCKING HEAR ME!?” Jakes shouting at the top of his lungs in case Jaidyn is lurking in the shadows.

“Jake, he assaulted her.” Bobs repeating the predicament out loud again as straightforward as he can manage. “I didn’t get here in enough time.”

“No, Bob, that shit aint on you man.” Jake sighs as he notices the camera is the corner flashing red, maybe there was a chance something had been caught. “You did the best you could.”

“We gotta tell the Admirals Jake, he can’t get away with this.”

“He won’t.” Jakes agreeing. His face red with anger and heartbreak and revenge.

“He’s not gonna get away with it, any of it.”

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w1ldthoughts · 10 months

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Justin Herbert smut. The chargers are in Dallas playing the Cowboys and he notices one of the dancer he went to college with, he thinks she looks hot. After the game they start talking and he get an hard she notices, she is still in her uniform, she decided to take care of him. Just a thought. Thank you

I love requests so thank you!! Keep ‘em coming!And this one is a little spicy, I hope I made you proud🤭

Warning: smut

Follow-up piece

America’s Team

The Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. America’s Sweethearts. You’d seen them perform on tv and even watched a few episodes of the show growing up. It was cutthroat, competition filled job and as soon as you graduated from the University of Oregon, where you cheered for four years, you knew you had to head to Texas to give it a go. Three years later, you were still living the dream, traveling with the team and dancing your heart out on game-days, enjoying the love from the fans before, during and after your performance. There were some days that were hard, some parts of the routine were challenging and the rules were rigid but for the most part east to follow.

Until one particular Sunday.

It was a normal primetime Sunday evening matchup at AT&T Stadium. The lights were bright and the stage was set for the Cowboys to host the Los Angeles Chargers. A battle between two high powered offenses and a welcome home to the Chargers’ new offensive coordinator Kellen Moore.

Your heart was torn because graduating from Oregon, you wanted all Ducks to succeed. And you may or may not have thought about hooking up with Justin Herbert a few times but that was beside the point. The Cowboys were off to a 14-3 lead going into the second quarter and the entire stadium was on its feet. They were quickly silenced by two touchdown drives led by Justin and a two-point conversion going into the half. The Chargers were down 20-18 at halftime and they ended up coming back to win 42-38.

It was standard to stay on the field and wave the guys back into the locker room and then you had your team debrief before tomorrow’s practice. Before you headed back to the cheerleaders’ locker room you spotted him walking in the tunnel.

“Justin?” You called out and he stopped, already out of his uniform. He must’ve just come out of his postgame interview.

“Hey!” He exclaims, “long time no see. You—you look amazing.”

Your face lights up at his shy compliment. “Thank you, haven’t had the chance to change yet. Great game. It was really nice to see you play again.” You open your arms to give him a hug, his tall body flush against yours and you could have sworn you felt the slightest bit of a tent growing in his shorts.

“Um, this is embarrassing.” He chuckles nervously. “I’m gonna walk away now and we can just pretend this didn’t happen.”

This was an opportunity that would probably never arise again and you couldn’t waste it. “Or…we could acknowledge that it’s happening and I could show you a secret place where I could take care of that little ‘situation’ and get you to the team bus on time?”

You knew he wasn’t one to break the rules but you also knew that time was ticking and there was no way that he would ever live it down if his teammates saw him in this state. “Lead the way, but we gotta hurry.”

Working in the building and being there everyday certainly had its perks. You found this secret room deep in the tunnel a few weeks ago and would often use it just to clear your head throughout the week. Or scroll through your phone and maybe catch a quick nap in between dance rehearsals when you were too lazy to drive home. It was an old office that nobody used and you grabbed the quarterback’s hand to lead him in there and firmly locked the door behind him.

Your lips were on his instantly, the anticipation of the moment a bit too much to handle, considering the fact that the two of you had known each other for about seven years. This was almost a decade of longing, secret glances and several dirty thoughts all wrapped into one messy, sloppy make out session. You helped him out of his sweatshirt and left a trail of kisses down his body, until you reached his crotch.

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this.” He whispers out as you palm him through his shorts.

He throws his head back as you reach in to pull his dick out, licking the tip a few times before taking the entire thing into your mouth. You felt his body arch into your touch and a tight moan escaped his lips. Hearing his satisfaction gave you the confidence to suck on it a little harder, humming as you went because you knew that the vibrating sensation would just enhance the experience.

“Good g—that feels so fucking good.” He stutters out, a large hand reaching out to hold your hair back as you gently caressed his shaft.

The more you maneuvered your tongue around it, the closer he was to falling apart. He arched his back and his legs trembled a bit as he released the tension, a warm sensation making its way into your mouth. He pulled his boxers and shorts back on and helped you to your feet, giving you another hungry kiss. Breaking the rules lit a different kind of fire under him.

“If we had more time, I’d take care of you but I really have to get back before they call security or something. I’m so sorry.” His eyes are full of sadness and a part of you wishes you could look at him forever.

“No don’t sweat it,” you reassure him. “That just means that next time it’ll be your turn.”

Justin’s lips curl into a smile, “it’ll be all about you next time, that’s a promise. I gotta go but it was really good to see you.” He chuckles.

“And thank you for um—celebrating the win with me.” He opens the door and gives you one more glance before heading out.

“Any time. I’ll see you around Justin.”

The Cowboys might have lost the game but it was definitely a win for some people in the organization.

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tatasoom · 5 months

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PREVIEW IS RAISING PAINFUL FAMILY ISSUES

Maybe the most hard to write analysis, because I totally understand topics like divorced parents, hardworking mother, problematic older brother and all those psychological little things someone probably didn't even notice. Day's family is like trigger bingo for me and that's... interesting.

1. Let's start with the most controversial part.

Day and Mhok will come back home, I guess MUCH later than they planned and also with bad news about Day's eyes condition. Many people keep writing about Day's mother being too harsh, that she's always busy making money and can't understand how much Mhok loves Day.

You can see that in this scene every character has tears in their eyes. They all have their own truth as well.

Day loves Mhok and wants to be more independent and he's right.

Mhok loves Day and want to take care of him and he's right.

Day's mother loves Day and want him to not be hurt and she's right.

That's why this scene is so heartbreaking.

We already know about Mhok and Day's love, but look at Day's mother perspective! She was officially married, gave birth to two boys and still that wasn't enough for that man not to leave her for another woman letting her and her sons craving for food. Now you want this woman to accept that her completely blind younger son has a romantic relationship with a man she barely knows. Not even mentioning Mhok's background and financial status. For her the word "love" will never ever be enough to agree with this whole situation.

So Mhok wants to quite (and that is also right), Day can't bare the thought of loosing him even for a day now that he knows how it feels to love and be loved. P'MHOK PROMISED HE WON'T LET GO OFF OF DAY'S HAND will think Day of course. However things has already changed and Mhok will be standing outside the door:

Mhok was allowed to join this family sometimes on definite terms. Day's mother already told him that there're only three of them and those who breakes this rule is not welcomed anymore.

And for those who thinks Day and Mhok is gonna break up. Nah, not these guys. They'll be together next episode.

2. Begin again

I really appreciate the idea of giving Mhok a chance to change his life completely. When talking about Last Twilight being a series that gives hope we need to mention that no person is qualified for only one job. No matter how old are you, no matter what you studied in the uni, you can find something new you really like to do and make it your job.

Btw, could you think of that Mhok who aggressively fixed a chair becoming a chef?! The best plot twist ever haha

Also need to mention the bag in Day's hand. I have a strong feeling that Day can leave home after arguing with his mother (not blame both of them actually).

3. Love love love

It's not Last Twilight if we don't have some funny and bright scenes after some angst like rainbow after the rain.

They're in love, your honor!

It's pretty interesting that Day is painting something after meeting his father (who's an artist). Did you know that visually impaired people can be painters too?

This scene also gave us a lot of BTS shots, so we can assume that Night and Phojai will be somehow there with Day and Mhok, yay!

I like her Kiss t-shirt, she's a badass!

4. Another scene?

Now I want to tell you something about the scene we didn't see in a preview, but already have some hints for it.

One of the most beautiful picture in the whole series. Do you remember the bag? It's here, right beside Day!

I can't show everything with screenshots (and too lazy to make gifs so really appreciate everyone who makes it), but Mhok looks kinda sad listening to Day in this scene. Maybe Day needs to go back home? Oh maybe they just discussing some serious things? Who knows!

And that's all for this episode 10.

I don't like the idea of having ep 11 curse after having already like four or even more heart wrenching episodes... However we still didn't see that crying Mhok from the trailer. And moreover there's another hint for something terrifying, we just don't know yet if it's future or past. I don't think I'm ready for this sh*t if it's gonna happen later. Once I've noticed it I can't stop thinking of this moment and also can't make myself to discuss it. Let's just trust in P'Aof. And prepare some money for going to Thailand.

Thank you for reading!

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indecentpause · 4 months

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The Most Beautiful Puzzle: Chapter Four

cw: murder scene, drug overdose mention, aftermath of violence

When you wake up the next morning to your 8:00 am medication alarm, Josselin is gone. You take your meds and eat a piece of toast and putter around the apartment because… well, because what else? Danny’s at work and you don’t have the energy to go down to Cafe Diem. Your ankle is still pretty messed up but… well, now that you don’t have a boyfriend paying your half of the rent, you’re gonna have to get a job again. You’d still like to work in EMS. Maybe you could be a call taker. Or be a porter and just clean the ambulances. Right now you can probably only handle part time, maybe 25-30 hours a week, so porter is your best bet. It means you’d have to be on your feet a lot, though. It also means you’d have to get up from the couch where you’re all cozy with the cats and go back to your room to get your laptop. You can be lazy for one day. Your ankle is getting there, but it’s still healing, and you did a lot yesterday. It’s the first time in months you haven’t been running on survival mode. You need a break. So with Grandpa snuggles in your lap, Familiar cuddled into your shoulder, and Crackerjack lying beside you, you grab the remote to see what’s on Netflix. You’re about to start a movie when the lock jiggles and keys jingle outside. All three cats are up at the door in seconds. Josselin does not come through the door. Instead, a blonde woman with long hair tied back in a ponytail, probably your age, wearing high waisted jean shorts and a crop top, waltzes in like she owns the place. And she’s not wearing a mask.

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aurorapuppylover2002 · 2 years

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Aged Tieguanyin from 1986!

tried This around 2 weeks ago :), would have wrote abt it sooner but i got into a car crash like 3 hours later¹. SAD!

this is the first time i ever tried an oolong tea². While i dont have the packaging it came in anymore to give you more details. It was aged in a more traditional method that didnt involve re-roasting it every few years to keep a fresher flavor and to allow the aging process to come through in the taste. This tea was picked in Anxi county in Fujian, a province of southeast China that's directly across from Taiwan³.

The scent⁴ of the dry tea leaves prior to being steeped is really mellow and nice, its sort of a sweet fruity smell with deeper woodier, nuttier I'd even say notes that tie it together really well. Post steep the leaves open and the scent becomes much louder, relatively, and a lot of the bass notes of the tea came out more prominently, otherwise just about the same⁵.

The color of the liquor⁶ was a lovely golden yellow, and the light but glowing appearance is reflected in its taste. The tea again is reminiscent of its scent, light, fruity, with hints of walnuts and wood⁷. Tea had effectively no astringency and made for a very relaxed and cozy drinking experience.

I wouldn't put the taste as better than red teas ive tried, but the smell ive totally fallen for and is my favorite so far.

now if only i could get better teaware to increase the comfy vibes⁸. now that would be a treat :3c⁹

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Footnotes

1. Im perfectly ok, and the crash wasnt my fault :) but it wasnt really the reason i havent posted im just a wee bit lazy, it definitely was why i didnt post same day tho

2. Ive likely tried oolong before at a restaurant or from a teabag, but both of those are probably pretty cheap doodoo teas that arent gonna be very comparable to a nice loose leaf. so im not counting them, + i dont remember them.

3. that was a bit awkward in its wording but i think location matters so i always wanna try to mention it, i also just love geography!

4. I kind of imply this in other parts of the post but since i had this tea ive tried another oolong that i bought a larger bag of and have been enjoying, will post abt it in the upcoming days because it's not aged plus this account is basically my tea journal. the smell here i dont prefer to the not aged oolong ive tried but is still super nice.

5. they are more different than i have the ability to articulate yet, but not by a ton

6. For some reason when i bought this i thought it was a puerh, maybe because i saw aged and forgot the rest lol. so when i poured the tea into my little cup and it was so light in color i was surprised and had go reread the package to discover my goof

7. im bad at tasting notes too still lol.

8. my current set up is a thin mug to brew in and a little ceramic dish¹⁰ to use as a lid, like a sort of thrifted gaiwan lol

9. :3c

10. I got most of my stuff from goodwill i dont have nice porcelain money for rn. saving to get something simple and nice tho! id at least want a nice gaiwan, its probably the most important thing to worry about the quality of, besides the leaves of course.

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jentlemahae · 5 months

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“that’s why yg decided to start being lazy and let the yg reputation speak for itself which ironically ruined the yg reputation” and there it is!!!! their reputation was so strong that even their trainees were seen as cool. non yg idols who used to train at yg were cool by association. but this is where the issue lies: letting the reputation do the talking requires people to actually know the reputation. while everyone is aware of their exclusive image, i don’t think stans who discovered kpop post-2020 fully get the extent of it. most yg idols have been inactive since then, except for bp releasing 8 songs every 2 years and treasure’s musical t*rrorism. so other than hearsay from other idols and older kpop fans, what proof do new stans have of this marvellous yg reputation?

bp’s gigantic amount of success isn’t even enough to sustain the yg reputation. they have been the target of a weirdo hate train for the past 5 years and jennie is probably the most hated idol this decade. yes bp have their flaws and they’re not everyone’s cup of tea and that’s okay, but the level of hate is unjustified and a lot of it stems from this idea that they’re ungrateful mean girls which is worsened by the yg reputation. people tend to associate exclusivity with snobbishness and arrogance. and besides, todays kpop stans prefer relatability and yg’s image of bp is not relatable

furthermore, newer kpop stans have watched so many yg artists leave the company. they have also seen their fans celebrate bcs they hate that yg mismanaged their faves. apart from bp, no one from the yg glory days are still active or part of yg. all the ~magic~ of yg has completely vanished. the new reputation that is leftover is that yg is massively incompetent

not to mention the kpop consumer has completely changed over the course of the 4th gen and now people expect a regular flow of content and music - the complete opposite of yg’s strategy of exclusivity with their quality over quantity excuse. kpop going global brought in more investment and so companies are producing quality AND quality output at a more frequent pace

to recap: yg has an exclusive reputation and image that 4th/5th gen stans don’t relate to AND they release minimal content AND their artists are mismanaged. what incentive do newer kpop stans have to start stanning an idol from yg entertainment when there are plenty of other idols from other companies who don’t have these problems?

this is PERFECTLY worded !!!!!!! yg are just so opposed to evolving and that’s literally going to be their ruin — they refuse to stay on track with the times and put out what consumers actually want !!!! they just stick to their old strategies and formulas even though they clearly don’t work with the public anymore !!!!! at this point i dont know if it’s more stubbornness to not want to let go of their own ways or just plain stupidity

and now they actually have the perfect opportunity to get things back on track cause they have another shot with bp as a group and they have baemon! it’s a great deal! so if things don’t change in the near future they’re gonna be past the point of salvation istg

#anonymous #sophie ask

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casspurrjoybell-28 · 7 months

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Alpha's Temptation - Chapter 50 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

A week later

I wake up to my mate sleeping peacefully besides me, arms secure around my body as his chest heaves in long breaths.

I just gaze at him for a minute, admiring how devastatingly handsome he is.

My heart can't take it.

How did someone like me get someone like him?

A loving, considerate mate who would do anything to protect me.

I can't believe how blessed I am.

I sometimes question if I even deserve it.

With a content sigh, I lift a hand to cup the side of his face, overcome by warm and fuzzy feelings.

I smile, leaning over to kiss him all over.

His forehead, his cheeks, his chin, everywhere.

I just love him so much.

He wakes up in a few moments, instantly pulling me on top of him as I giggle, kissing his nose.

"Can I wake up like this every day?" he murmurs, morning voice thick and deep.

I caress his cheek affectionately, giving him one last soft kiss on the lips before I squirm out of his grip, getting out of bed as I check the clock.

"Shoot. It's already 7:15. I have to get ready."

Daemon puts his hands behind his head, relaxing back against the pillows as he gives me a lazy smirk, eyes trailing down my figure.

"I think you're forgetting something, shortcake," he says in amusement and I look down, realizing I'm butt naked.

I flush, turning away from him to go to the closet and get some clothes.

"Don't mind this view, either. I wanna take a bite out of that ass," I grab a shirt from the closet, throwing it at him.

"Naughty Alpha," I scold, not able to help the smile that comes to my lips.

"Come over here and I'll show you just how naughty I can be."

An hour and a half later Daemon's fucked me twice and now I'm thoroughly late to school.

I walk into school a mess, my hair still in its bed head form and I'm wearing a long sleeve turtle neck to hide the old and fresh marks Daemon left all over me.

My legs are also still shaking from how hard we did it.

Let's just say a newly established mate-bond makes a couple... insatiable.

At least in our case.

It doesn't matter if it's the morning or middle of the night.

I'm always ready for him and he's always eager to take me.

Means I've had to get used to how freaking big he is.

Thankfully, he can get inside me more easily now but it's still pretty hard if I'm not in heat.

Curse his giant-ness.

But it feels so good I don't mind it even if I can't walk properly afterwards.

It's also made Daemon deathly possessive of me, if he wasn't already.

Letting me go off to school without him is already a big challenge for him.

Even Lucien can't really go near me right now or Daemon will go all protective alpha mode on him.

Along with the possessiveness comes the need for contact.

When we're together, we can't keep our hands off each other. It's like a constant pull between us.

I feel like I'll go crazy if I'm away from him for more than a few hours.

He's the same. Being wanted so much feels amazing.

I trudge across the cafeteria to wear our group sits, Lylah taking one look at me, a smirk coming to her face.

"Announcing it to the world you got railed this morning?"

I go bright red, clenching my fists.

"Lylah."

Everyone at the table is looking at me now.

How embarrassing.

Jay awkwardly looks down.

"You're two hours late babes. And what the hell are you wearing? It's freaking summer," she laughs and I just plop down beside her with a huff.

"He's a beast," is all I say, causing Wren and Lylah to squeal and giggle.

It's a few days later and it's the day of the long awaited play for our theater class.

Now that Theo's been locked up in the pack asylum, I can finally go back to focusing on normal life things.

The school year is almost over and I want to make the most of it.

I'm probably gonna have to take a few summer classes to actually graduate, but everything is looking up.

I'm even interviewing to work at a coffee shop soon.

I told Daemon that it's because I want job experience but the truth is that I feel overwhelmingly guilty that he pays for everything.

The house, our food, basically all my stuff, as well.

Not like I have any parents to give me an allowance.

I mean, Lucien would but that would also make me feel guilty.

So I decided that getting a part time job is a good option.

I know Daemon has more than enough to support us, I just can't help but feel that responsibility to pitch in.

"You excited for the play?" Jay jerks me out of my thoughts.

"Oh, yeah...but I feel like we didn't really get given major roles. I mean, not that I'd want one, anyway," I sigh.

If only I had more confidence.

"Hey, backstage workers are just as important as actors," he reassures me. "And what would they do without me?"

"You're a tree," I laugh, shaking my head.

"They wouldn't be breathing, how about that? No more carbon monoxide for them."

"There are so many things about what you just said that make no sense," I roll my eyes.

Before Jay can say anything else, a brute force suddenly knocks into me and I nearly fall over, if Jay weren't there to grab my shoulders and steady me.

We both look toward the perpetrator.

"Watch it, runt," Trent spits, causing Jay to growl.

"Fuck off," Jay glares at him but Trent only ignores him, sauntering off like the stupid troll he is.

"He's so annoying," I huff, crossing my arms. "I should threaten him with Daemon. Then he'd think twice about messing with us."

Jay looks unhappy, scratching his neck as he avoids eye contact with me.

"I... can still protect you from him, you know. I mean, I know I was never able to get him expelled like I said I would..."

"It's alright, really. The proof that he was the one that dropped that sandbag is probably long gone, anyways."

Jay doesn't really say anything more on the topic after that and I suspect he feels bad for not being able to do more about Trent.

But there's nothing I can really do to make him feel better.

I'm backstage, my stomach full of nervous butterflies.

It's not like there's much to be scared of but big events always give me anxiety.

The play has already started but we're not even half way through.

"Ash. Ash," I hear Ms. Harlow calling me from the changing room.

I turn as she approaches, my palms sweaty.

What's happening?

"Ash, our actor for the peasant boy is sick and the understudy just hurt his leg. You studied the lines, right? I need you to do it."

My eyes go wide, my stomach plummeting.

"M-Ms. Harlow... I don't think..."

"Nonsense, sweetie. You can do it," she aggressively smiles at me, wrapping a brown shawl around me for the costume.

I shake my head, looking around for help but what I see is Trent in the corner, smirking with his arms crossed.

I immediately know how the other understudy 'hurt his leg.'

Trent was behind it.

All because he knows I've never had it in me to perform and he wants to humiliate me.

But I have no time to confront him because Ms. Harlow is ushering me past the curtains and before I can stop her she's pushing me out onto the stage.

I stumble out, blinking in the harsh overhead lights.

I freeze in place, taking in the giant audience watching me.

Expecting me to play my part.

But it's like my mouth is filled with cotton.

I can't breathe.

I try to speak but my throat closes up.

"So fucking pathetic," I hear my stepfather's voice in my head, "You think you even begin to compare with your classmates? You're never going to be anything more than a worthless runt who was locked in a cellar half his life."

I shake my head, trying to push him out of it but I can't and it's like there's a roaring in my ears...his horrible voice, all the things he did to destroy my sense of self-worth and confidence and the way I was tortured at his hands.

I don't know how long I've been standing up here, over a hundred people watching me as I make a fool of myself.

But I can't do it anymore.

I shake my head, blinking back tears.

"I-I'm sorry," I rasp out, probably too quiet for anyone to even hear me.

And then I'm fleeing the stage, pushing past my teacher and all the other students trying to ask me what's wrong.

I couldn't tell them.

None of them would understand.

Only Daemon but he's working tonight.

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lenievi · 2 years

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spoilers for Manifest season 4 part 1

soooooo note to self don’t look at other people’s opinions they’re probably gonna be a mess

anyway I love this show so much. idk it’s just really good, imho anyway. It’s not a type of a show I usually watch but I’m happy that I gave it a try. And I obviously like the story and all characters but

there’s just something about Jared and Michaela’s relationship that I personally enjoy because 1. it’s fiction 2. I like a little bit of a mess in my fictional relationships

the thing is, I also like Zeke and Michaela, pretty much from the beginning of their meeting, but heart chooses itself, and since a certain point I just wanted Jared and Michaela to get together again (or rather, for the show to end with them together... or even just admitting they love each other - which we as viewers know anyway - while one of them, or both of them die, I’m not actually that picky), but also after a certain point it could only happen if Zeke died. Like there was no other viable option that I would be able to accept, because petty and silly arguments wouldn’t cut it (and cheating would be the WORST) and it wouldn’t be good storytelling and would be absolutely unfair to all characters.

So I was like, ok, they probably decided to keep Michaela and Zeke together (because they were forced to cut the show short, or it was always meant to be, and the point is, I wouldn’t have minded), and your solution is just your bias speaking because having Zeke die just so Jared/Michaela could happen again is some crazy shipper talk, in my mind anyway lol (even though I don’t call watching the show and liking a dynamic as it is in the show shipping but that’s beside the point)

but yeah, so anyway, they... actually let Zeke die. And it just makes sense overall because he died before and was brought back. He was given a second choice. To be there for Michaela and to sacrifice his life for another. And as tragic as it is, and as sad as it was, it’s a rather good solution because it won’t diminish anything even if Jared and Michaela will get back together again at some point in the future.

And it isn’t lazy writing or lazy solution either, imho anyway (I’m sure there will be people not agreeing with it lol). It’s all connected. And the possibility for Jared and Michael to get back together were nicely planted throughout part 1.

Because despite everything that happened in the past, they grew and are in a good place. Michaela, despite still having feelings for Jared, chose Zeke and continued to choose him every single day, because she loved him too, and it’s choices we make that make our lives. Jared, despite still loving Michaela, moved on and accepted that Michaela wouldn’t come back to him, he stopped guilt tripping her, and after months long separation, they were finally able to be just friends again, work together like in the past, and simply enjoy each other’s company. And most importantly, Jared accepted Zeke and if given time, they would become great friends as well imho

Under the assumption that Zeke is truly dead (because bringing him back to life again would be bad storytelling, unless there’s some weird time warp at the end which I hope isn’t the case), Jared now knows how to approach Michaela. Zeke didn’t die while Jared kept holding a grudge or being terribly jealous, he didn’t die while Michaela and Jared were in the middle of unresolved stuff, Zeke and Jared and Michaela were all in a good place.

So now, if they’re going to bring Jared and Michaela back together in part 2, it’s actually set up in a really good way for it not to be forced, and it will be done in hopefully a natural way (might be a bit rushed though), and in no way that it will diminish Michaela/Zeke.

anyway want part 2 sooooon.

(I also enjoy Jared and Drea, but Drea was smart to keep it sex only, even though who knows how it progresses in part 2. Maybe Zeke will be back, or Michaela just stays mourning forever, but... the seeds are there anyway)

yeah, anyway, just wanted to ramble about this. I’ll enjoy whatever they come up with anyway so it doesn’t really matter... as long as Jared doesn’t die... unless he dies for Michaela (I like tragedies, let me be lol)

#leni's nonsense #manifest

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attempted--eloquence · 2 years

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So I was going through my drafts. and like, back in February when I was thinking about Valentine’s day fic ideas, I ended up drafting this silly matchmaking fic (based on the 36 questions for love) but I decided to abandon it bc it’s silly and I’m too lazy to flesh it out any further than this. But I dunno it’s maybe cute-ish. So I figured I’d post it here. So yeah!

anyway below the cut is Liam and Theo meeting at a matchmaking event<3

Liam Dunbar - ♥ - Theo Raeken

It’s a Match!

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Name - Dunbar, Liam

Age - 25

“Question one,” Mason reads, settling beside Liam on the couch. “What is your idea of a good night out?”

“Uh, I guess…dinner? A movie?” he shrugs. “Wait, no, don’t put that. That’s probably what everyone is gonna say. When’s the last time I even went to a fucking movie theater? Umm, let me think.”

“Liam, dude.”

“No, hold on! Just—just gimme a sec,” he says.

“How about I just put ‘dinner and a movie’ as a provisional answer and we can move on—”

“Got it,” Liam blurts. “Mini golf.”

“Mini golf?”

Liam nods. “Mini golf.”

“Okay. Mini golf,” Mason sighs, typing in his answer.

“Wait! Maybe one of those barcade places, actually?”

“Only ten questions, and yet I’ve got a feeling we’re gonna be here all night,” Mason sighs.

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Name - Raeken, Theo

Age - 27

Tracy stretches out on the futon, draping her legs across Theo’s lap. She says, “Alright, c’mon. What’s your idea of a good night out?”

“That night you, me, Don, and Josh broke in and hotboxed the projection booth during the horror movie fest is hard to beat,” he grins.

“Mm, try again. Something that won’t prompt the matchmaking company to report you to the local police department?”

“Like they’d be able to find anything on me,” Theo scoffs. “My record’s been expunged.”

“Fine. Good nights out that don’t involve criminal activity?”

He hums, offering a lazy shrug. “Don’t remember most of ‘em.”

“Theo.”

“Kidding,” he sighs. “You know, I hear bingo nights at the senior center get pretty rowdy.”

“I really hate you,” Tracy says beneath her breath.

“Heard it before.”

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“What color best represents your personality?”

Liam glances down at his sweatshirt.

“Blue.”

“Okay,” Mason nods.

“That’s kind of basic isn’t it?” Liam frowns. “I mean, blue? Everyone’s gonna say blue. What color did you say on yours?”

Mason raises a brow, says, “Green.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m comforting and have a mellow energy, I don’t know, dude, I just said green!” Mason answers, waving a dismissive hand.

“Personally, I think you’re more of a teal.”

“Okay, last I checked, you were only signing up for this event with me because I’m too chicken to go alone. Now, you’re putting more effort into your answers than I did.”

“...Let’s go with blue,” Liam relents.

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“I’d say…something between green and black. Like the solid part of birdshit,” Theo answers. “Familiar, but distinctly unpleasant.”

“At least you’re self-aware,” Tracy mutters. “I’m putting red. Confident, warm, and inviting.”

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“I’m easy-going, but also, uh, motivated. And…confident. Yeah. Confident. But not arrogant. Definitely not that. But I have a sensitive side, right? I totally have a sensitive side. Oh, and Hayden used to say I was very thoughtful, so maybe that. And charismatic.”

“Liam—”

“And genuine.”

“That was like ten times the amount of words you were supposed to give,” Mason sighs.

“Okay, look, just put down…” Liam trails off. He glances around his apartment, like his home decor will give him the answers. “Adventurous, kind-hearted, and intelligent.”

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Tracy scrolls to the next question. Says, “Describe yourself in three words.”

“Down. To. Fuck.”

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“What traits do you like and dislike most in a potential partner?”

“My dislikes?” Liam says. He draws his lip between his teeth, thinking. “Um, Impulsivity, indecisiveness—”

“Are you just describing yourself?” Mason asks.

“Very funny.”

Mason doesn’t laugh.

Liam falters. “Oh, shit. Wait. Am I?”

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“What traits do you like and dislike most in a potential partner?”

He grins. Answers, “I like hefty bank accounts and dislike rigid morality.”

“Fucking hell, Theo, you have to take this somewhat seriously. They’re gonna match you with an absolute trainwreck and then I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Trace, I never even wanted to do the whole speed dating—”

“It’s a blind date event,” she corrects. “Not speed dating.”

“Blind date thing. It’s a combination of my two least favorite things, mandatory small talk and insincere pleasantries with strangers. You’re kinda forcing my hand here,” he grumbles.

“Donovan didn’t complain a single time when he took the personality questionnaire,” Tracy says.

“Donovan is a serial dater. He’d probably sign up for this even if it wasn't a promotional event for your restaurant.”

She adds, “And Josh helped me put flyers downtown advertising Singles in the City for hours last weekend.”

He narrows his eyes. “Are you implying I’m an unsupportive friend?”

“I’m implying that I’m thinking of demoting you to ‘acquaintance’ status.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, I would.”

Theo shoots her a dry look.

“I know it’s silly to you, but it means a lot, okay?” Tracy stresses. “Hopefully, people will come and meet their soulmates and then fall in love, and get married, and have babies, and they’ll tell their kids the story of how they met at some cheesy matchmaking event at Chimera, and they’ll return on their anniversary and ask to sit at the table they first met at, and—”

“This is a soft opening for your restaurant. Not a rom-com.”

“I know, I know. I’m a mess,” she groans. “If all else fails, it’s an easy way to establish a customer base and gauge how the appetizer selection will go over with guests. If…anyone actually shows up.”

Theo softens. He relents, “Okay, whatever. I’ll take it seriously. Promise.”

“Good, ‘cause I’ll be too busy overseeing the front and back of house to get in on the love connection action. I’ll have to live vicariously through you,” Tracy sighs. “Last one. Do you have a gender-specific preference?”

“Eh, surprise me. But, if they match me with a chick maybe I’ll send her your way.”

“Now that’s worthy of you being promoted to Best-Friend-For-Life status.”

“Only if the date sucks though.”

“Wow. How generous of you.”

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“And last pre-survey question…” Mason mumbles. His composure has melted. He’s a lump on the couch, looks more ready to nap than anything else. “Do you have a gender-specific preference?”

Liam shrugs.

“Nope.”

Mason sits up, bewildered. “That’s the only question that hasn’t taken you five minutes to answer. I’m kinda proud.”

“Well, in that case, you think we can reinvest the remaining four minutes to look over my other answers?”

“Oops, my finger slipped,” he presses enter and shuts the laptop. “Looks like your answers have been submitted.”

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“You gotta last name to go with that first?”

Liam startles, only slightly. A guy—his date?—settles into the chair across from him. His nametag says Theo. His face says he’s uninterested.

“Dunbar.”

“Dumb-bar?”

Liam scowls, “No, it’s—”

“Raeken,” he says.

“What? I said Dunbar.”

“My name. Theo Raeken.”

“Oh. Oh,” Liam nods, shifting in his seat. It’s quiet. He hates the quiet. He wonders if his questionnaire answers should’ve been tweaked so that he could’ve been paired with someone that would show more interest in him than in the trays of food being carried around by waiters.

“Look, this is gonna suck, probably,” Liam says. “I mean it’s always weird having to do icebreaker questions and shit with people you don’t know, but uh. Let’s at least give it a shot. Full-fledged honesty’s the best way to go about it, right?”

Theo pulls his lips into a smirk. “And what if I told you I’m a pathological liar.”

“I’d say we’re off to a great start,” Liam mutters.

Theo leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. He runs a finger along the stem of his champagne glass.

“Full-fledged honesty? This is my friend’s place, and I only agreed to participate to offer moral support in exchange for free drinks and hors d’oeuvres. Not love. Sorry to disappoint.”

Over half an hour spent filling out that stupid questionnaire and Liam gets someone that bluffed for a complimentary dinner. Just his fucking luck.

“But…you’re single?”

Theo nods.

“Yes.”

Liam quirks a brow. He asks, “And you’re not lying about that?”

“Nope.”

Liam shrugs.

“Alright. I can work with that,” he slides the sheet across the table. “Ask me something.”

Theo lets out a bemused snort. He loses the disinterested expression, though, so Liam will consider that a win.

“Okay. Question one: Out of anyone in the world, who would you want as a dinner guest?”

Liam mulls the question over for a few seconds. Says, “Maybe Plato.”

“Anyone in the world and you choose an old dead dude whose greatest ideas are already documented and who speaks a different language.”

He scoffs, “Who says I don’t know Ancient Greek?”

Theo shoots him a dubious look.

“Alright, so, maybe I don’t. But in the fantasy world where anyone can be my dinner guest, let’s assume I’m fluent in every language. And I’m not gonna pass up the opportunity to chat with an ancient Greek philosopher,” Liam answers. “I’d mostly just hope to soak up some enlightenment through osmosis. Plus he’d probably be running his mouth enough that I wouldn’t have to bother with entertaining him much.”

Theo takes a sip from his champagne glass.

“Running his mouth, huh. Sounds familiar.”

Liam sends a glare his direction, but it’s weak. He says, “Alright, smartass, who would you choose then?”

“Pet names already? I’m flattered,” he drawls. “My sister, probably.”

“Out of everyone. In the entire history of the world.”

“Yep.”

Theo doesn’t elaborate, just slides the question card over back over to Liam. He plucks a bacon-wrapped scallop off the appetizer tray carried around by one of the waiters, pops it into his mouth and raises an expectant brow.

Liam gulps.

“Question two…”

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“Do I have a secret hunch about how I’ll die?” Liam groans. “Geez way to kill the mood. I’m still trying to work through the crushing mortality of reaching my mid-20s and this certainly doesn’t help with—”

“I think I’ll go out in a horrible freak accident somewhere random. Like a hardware store. Accidental beheading in Home Depot aisle 12,” Theo interrupts.

His insane answers are almost charming. Theo doesn’t take himself seriously and that makes it halfway-easier for Liam to let his guard down, too.

“Well. Personally, I was thinking something more along the lines of…uh, old age,” Liam shrugs. “My grandpa’s still kicking at the ripe age of 98.”

“Damn. Hope you didn’t just jinx him.”

“Dude.”

Theo raps his fist against the table, lips twitching into a grin.

“Knock on wood.”

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“Am I boring you, Dunbar? Guess my idea of a ‘perfect day’ is too routine for you, yeah?”

“No. Sorry, not at all. Just,” Liam’s eyes drift across the restaurant, “that’s my friend and his blind date. I’m wondering how it’s going.”

Theo cranes his neck. Asks, “Which one?”

“The guy in the denim jacket at the table over there.”

Mason laughs too hard at something his blind date says, spills his glass of water on the neckline of his shirt in the process. Smooth. He’s totally gonna rant to Liam about that later. But his embarrassment will probably be overshadowed by the way he’ll swoon over how blind date guy uses his own napkin to dab at the wet splotch on his collar.

After a moment of unceremonious staring, Theo glances at Liam and says, “They’re beating us.”

“What?”

“Look at them,” he jerks his chin in the direction of their table. “They’re totally leaving here together. Hope he wasn’t your ride.”

Liam frowns. “Well. He actually was—”

“So, c’mon. You gonna let them outdo us or are you gonna win yourself a ride home tonight?”

Well. Liam’s never been one to turn down a challenge.

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“Next one,” Theo says, face scrunched up in preemptive distaste. “Take four minutes to tell your partner your life story in as much detail as possible.”

Liam grimaces. “Think we can go back to the stupid fantasy questions?”

“C’mon, let’s hear it,” Theo sighs. “I’m timing you, motormouth.”

“I don’t like that pet name.”

“Didn’t ask.”

Liam levels a halfhearted glare at him. Says, “Fine, I’ll start, but you have to promise not to interrupt with a snide remark.”

Theo frowns, all mock-hurt. “That doesn’t even sound like me, but, whatever. Go ahead.”

It’s rushed, Liam’s summary of his life. Dad. Mom. Wedlock-baby him. Glosses over a volatile home life and shared custody and years of anger issues and psych appointments and school re-assignments. Finding a home in lacrosse, his college scholarship, his current assistant-coaching side gig when he’s not working as a curator. Fills in the a picture of his life with a broad brush that he hopes doesn’t make sirens blare in Theo’s head. The timer doesn’t go off. He’s not sure that Theo ever set it.

“So, yeah. That’s…me. I guess,” Liam sighs. At Theo’s patient silence, he adds, “I mean, whose idea was this? Yeah, reveal all your personal baggage to a complete stranger. Boom, instant love connection.”

Theo snorts, “Hey, I don’t know about you, but the subject of court-mandated therapy really gets me going.”

“Alright, your turn,” Liam says, grateful to step out of the spotlight. “Give me some of that full-fledged honesty.”

Theo’s casual about growing up. Only slightly vague. Keeps his voice even in a way that suggests he’s had to do a lot of reckoning with past. Talks about his parents, how them not being around much put him through situations he wishes he didn’t have to experience. But when he mentions his sister, her death, his words go heavy with self-directed blame.

Liam doesn’t time him. At all. Partly because he’d forgotten about the time constraint and partly because telling Theo to stop is the last thing he wants to do. Plus, it’d be a real asshole move. Making someone shut up the moment they decide to open themselves up.

“Anyway, yeah. Self-destructed my way through high school. Cut ties with my parents and got my shit together enough to go to college. I’ve been pursuing social work ever since,” he says, idly smoothing out creases in the tablecloth. “How much time is left?”

“Uh. Well. That would assume I even started the clock in the first place.”

There’s a lull. Quiet but far from uncomfortable. Liam’s cheeks heat up. He’ll blame it on the…lighting. The flame of the tealights in the center of their table. Definitely that.

Theo says, “So. Associate curator.”

“Yep. I spend long nights staring at old, dusty artifacts,” he nods. “Social worker, huh.”

“Mhm. My bank account is full of cobwebs and dust, so we have that in common,” Theo quips. “But, it’s important work to me.”

“Yeah,” Liam murmurs.

Theo nods. “Yeah.”

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What is your most terrible memory?

Theo’s expression flattens. He says, “Not to impede this highly-scientific matchmaking process, but I’ve found that alcohol and reflecting on bad memories don’t mix. If you don’t mind, I’ll pass.”

Liam exhales, lips tugging upward into a shaky grin.

“You have no clue how badly I was hoping you’d say that.”

He picks up the card, taps it once against the table.

“Alright, next question. What does friendship mean to you?”

“My friends are my family,” Theo says.

“I can tell,” Liam snorts. “You wouldn’t be suffering through a matchmaking event otherwise.”

Theo’s forehead creases. “You think I’m suffering?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

Theo gestures to a table across the dining area, where a man and woman sit stiffly across from each other donning match expression of discomfort.

He says, “I think they’re having a much worse time than us.”

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Stare into your partner’s eyes for four minutes.

Liam blurts, “Would this be a bad time to—”

“Shut up, you’re supposed to be staring dreamily into my eyes right now.”

Liam rolls his eyes and stops the clock.

“How long did we make it?” Theo asks.

“Thirty-nine seconds.”

“God, I take it back. That thirty-nine seconds is my most terrible memory,” he huffs out. “You were saying?”

“I—uh. Sorry, this is embarrassing,” Liam mumbles. He draws his lower lip between his teeth. Admits, “I forgot your name like, twenty-five questions ago. Although I could probably rattle off your entire backstory now. But, what was it again?”

Half-restrained amusement flits through Theo’s eyes. He pulled his name tag off and balled it up inside his napkin shortly after introductions. Liam blames that noncompliance for his forgetfulness.

“I only agreed to 36 questions, Liam.”

“We skipped one,” he points out. “So technically you owe me one more answer.”

“It’s Theo.”

“Theo,” Liam echoes, lips curling upward. “Alright, it’s only fair that you ask me something now.”

Theo leans forward, eyes trailing across Liam’s face.

He asks, “Can I have your number?”

#i'm so allergic to things not being polished bc ❤️insecurity❤️#but i didn't want to just throw it out #even though it's just dialogue #i hope this isn't unbearably cringe djkfladjfskl there's a reason I never finished it #thiam #thiam fic #this is a lesson in learning not to take myself so seriously lmao

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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best laid plans, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: It’s the middle of the night. You’re asleep next to your model boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, who is jacking off while touching your tits. Wait. Hold on a second. What? (He is still your model boyfriend though, even after all that.)

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; playful banter and shitty jokes; actually low-key crack and fluff; smut (fem reader, m-masturbation, handjob (while sucking on JK’s balls, lucky guy), tiny bit of nipple play and pussy slapping, edging, cowgirl, penetrative sex); non-idol!BTS; the parenthesis are the reader’s inner thoughts and i did make a Dynamite lyric reference with JK’s dick and you can’t stop me

yes, the title is a pun, channeling my inner seokjinnie it’s what you think it is and it’s also not

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Your dreams were always vivid and intense.

Was it normal to have movie-level, hyperdetailed, sometimes not even involving you or anyone you knew (at least consciously), insane storyline dreams on a constant basis (without medication causing them)? You know, maybe not. You should get that checked out. But not today, because this is not the story about that (you really should get that checked out).

This is the story about you dreaming about your boyfriend jacking off next to asleep you and then realizing it was not a dream.

At first you were like, man, that sure sounds like Jeon Jungkook breathing hard. Was he working out? Why are you having dreams about Jungkook working out? That's literally the most pointless, mundane dream you could ever have. Also, you weren't seeing anything, just blackness. What was the damn point of this dream you couldn't even look at him?

(To be honest, that’s very rude of you, brain.)

Jungkook always asked you to work out at home with him but, one, he was annoying as fuck to work out with because all he did was stare at you ("oh yeah, my bad for thinking you're sexy, holy shit, what a crime to think my girlfriend and future wife is hot!"); two, you literally had zero motivation to work out (not lazy, just, you know, didn't give a shit and Jungkook called that your great flaw of being his perfect girlfriend – but he loved all your soft bits so he was sending you mixed messages, tsk tsk); and finally, three, it always led up to fucking, so why go through all that trouble hyping yourself up in your leggings and sports bra, only to spend five minutes in them and forty-five doing a whole different kind of workout that didn't require clothes?

Exactly.

Just skip that shit and get to the naked part.

Oh, right, back to the whole deep-breathing Jungkook and you seeing darkness thing.

Sometimes you had dreams with only sound and very little visual. It was disorienting, giving you the feeling of being trapped in a maze with no way out (dream analysts would be all over that shit) and once the images returned, you were usually naked (psychologists would have a field day with that). But this time, you were unmoving. Listening to tense inhale, drawn-out exhale, over and over, and you only recognized it as Jungkook because he did that thing where he sucked on his teeth a little, making that almost inaudible hiss noise.

You felt heavy, tired, sluggish, as if you were dragging yourself through mud, in between the brink of conscious and subconscious, in that brief moment where you could control the dream but not your body, that little pocket of utopia. You searched for Jungkook in the darkness, curious to find him, and you couldn't, but he seemed to be beside you, to your right, where he usually was when you slept. Next to you, sometimes snoring so you'd have to smack him in the chest and he'd snort and stop (for a hot second, then you'd roll him to his side so at least he wouldn't be snoring in your ear). His pectoral muscles were bigger lately (you hated working out but you sure as hell didn't hate Jungkook working out) and the slapping sound was pretty satisfying now, palm to hard muscle.

Kind of like the sound right now.

Wait.

You weren't slapping Jungkook's pecs.

You furrowed your brows. Huh? Why were you hearing that soft smacking sound over and over, Jungkook's low hiss and then your name in a deep hazy whisper and why was your front cold? You usually slept with only panties, no bra, but you weren't usually cold up top – that's what the linen duvet was for (you paid way too much for that, but you saw it on Instagram and, hey, it's your money, go off) and, to be honest, you used to be a cute pajamas person but, ever since you started living with Jungkook, he wanted you to wear as much as he did when he slept (read: literally only his boxer briefs). Lots of begging (and him being on his knees for you) later, and now it was your habit to strip before sleeping.

Anyway, back to being cold.

You scrunched up your face and listened to the labored breathing in your right, a hand drifting on your stomach, tracing your bellybutton, moving up, light, delicate touches, the sound of skin on skin. A gentle fingertip brushed your nipple.

You cracked your eyes open.

There was a tiny bit of light from your computer, the RGB keyboard casting a faint rainbow. You shifted your eyes to your right.

Jungkook's left arm was in an awkward position, softly caressing your nipple as he violently pumped his dick.

On the bed.

Underwear gone.

On the floor? Probably.

He looked pretty damn hard. (Nice.)

Your eyes floated to his face and his eyes were closed, mouth open, trying not to make any noise, gasping your name. Shapely jaw, soft cheeks, dark lashes, ash blond hair framing his handsome features, so beautiful it was unreal. His head turned towards you and his dark brown eyes slowly opened, purring your name lovingly.

"Yeah, Jungkook?"

You saw the single blissful second it took for Jungkook's brain to catch up.

Then he choked.

On air and his dick by squeezing it far too hard in complete and utter shock.

"HOLY FUCK!"

He yanked his hand back, off your chest (feels bad man) and released his cock, causing it to bounce a little in the air (kind of sexy, not gonna lie), both of them shooting up to cover his rapidly reddening cheeks, one tattooed, one not, his inked right arm tense and his hand glistening with points of pre-cum.

You blinked innocently at him.

"Oh, shit, fuck, I'm so sorry, um, l–listen," he sputtered, dick still sticking straight up, completely oblivious to Jungkook's embarrassment (ignorance is bliss). "I... I have a good reason, I s-swear."

You rolled onto your side and squished your tits together. Jungkook's brain seemed to implode a little, staring at your squashed breasts and hard nipples like it was the first time (even though you knew he literally sees them at least once a day).

"You're horny?"

Your voice cracked a little from sleep and you coughed to clear your throat (not sexy, but such is life).

Jungkook's shaking pupils were too busy staring at your titties. "Y-Yeah, I just woke up randomly horny as fuck, but I know how much you hate having your sleep disturbed so I was just going to edge myself a little... well, maybe finish…"

"You masturbating while touching my tits is not going to disturb me?"

"I... I've done it before..."

???????

"Uh..."

"I don't touch you very much!" Jungkook blurted, grabbing your hands. "P-Please don't be mad! I only touch you a little and always very carefully! I never try to take advantage, I'm just horny, please, please, please don't be mad!"

He grabbed you by the shoulders and hugged you tightly. You grimaced, not because of the hug (Jungkook’s hugs were top tier), but because his hard dick jammed right into your thigh and smeared a giant line of pre-cum onto your skin (a little cold and not nearly as sexy as internet smut stories make it out to be, but maybe that was because you literally woke up to Jungkook jacking off without giving you so much as an invitation, rude). You gasped and retreated a little, but that made Jungkook try to grab you tighter and his cock bent upwards and jabbed you in the lower belly.

Still leaking everywhere, by the way.

"Oh shit–"

"Look here Excalibur, I'm not the stone waiting for the king," you winced, swiping your hand across your skin and wiping it on the side of his ass (hey, it's free real estate). Jungkook yelped, letting go of you.

"Hey!"

"If you're horny, let's fuck, not joust. I don't have the proper equipment for that and I'm not an undercover Lancelot, as dope as that would be."

"I should be turned off by now," Jungkook muttered under his breath (probably cursing your poorly timed King Arthur jokes – you did have a tendency to wear your mind on your sleeve). "But I'm not because, fuck, look at this body..."

His hands were already running all over your skin and, if there was one thing Jungkook had an extra zest for, it was fucking you – all the time, twenty-four seven, rest in peace responsibilities if you ever decided to become a nudist, but thankfully you had self-control (not when it came to terrible jokes at inappropriate times though, that was your vice). However, sleepy you had less self-control and let him do whatever he wanted, running his fingers all over your chest, making you shiver and slide closer to him, rubbing your thigh against his length and he sucked in a breath, whispering your name hotly against your cheek.

"S-Stop, I'm going to get horny..."

"You're already horny," you hummed into his chin, running your fingers through his blond hair, closing your eyes again, listening to his soft moan against your cheek (he always sounded so good, so fucking sexy, it was sinful), your left hand sliding down between you both. his palms pressed into your breasts, squeezing them roughly as you cupped your hand around his length and balls (Jungkook was really warm and your hands were kind of cold, this turned out to be a win-win situation, sweet). You wound your fingers around his length with two fingers hooked around his balls, bouncing them lightly as you rubbed his velvety skin, sighing against his neck.

"Pog."

"Do not Twitch chat talk to my dick," Jungkook muttered. "Also, what kind of weak-ass handjob is this, are you just warming your cold-as-fuck fingers–" (well, shit) "–oh, fuck!"

You gripped his cock with your left hand and buried your fingers in his hair, tongue between your lips as you roughly stroked his length, making Jungkook squirm and gasp above you, jerking back. You kept your hold on him, tighter, feeling him swell and get harder, grinning, your eyes still closed, working him fast and firm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Jungkook swore repeatedly, pinching your nipples and rolling them between his fingers (damn, he was making you work to keep this smirk on your face, but it was worth), tendrils of pleasure snaking through you. You bit the side of your lip, increasing your pace, squeezing just under the head the way he liked, pre-cum pooling around the pocket of your index finger and thumb, adding lubrication.

"Stop, s-stop, I'm gonna e-explode," Jungkook moaned, planting his hands onto your tits and sinking his fingers in the softness once more (hello? where's the titty love, this ain't all about you, Jungkook).

"I like dynamite," was you answer, cracking one eye open. "Light it up."

Jungkook growled in his throat, glaring at you. "I swear to God, if you weren't so fucking hot, I'd be so fucking limp right no–aah, d-don't, oh fuuuck, please..."

You slid down the bed, switching hands, attaching your mouth to his balls (he was probably grateful for that, can't talk with a mouthful of nuts, sad) and put your breasts on his thigh, rubbing your nipples all over his hard muscle as you sucked, starting off slow, then faster and faster, one to the other, tongue all over, Jungkook loudly rambling nonsense above you (you weren't paying attention, you had a dick to jack off and some balls to rearrange with your masterful tongue) until Jungkook squealed at your firm grip on the head, cutting off his orgasm once again.

"Stop edging me," he hissed angrily above you.

You blew a raspberry on his nuts.

"A-ah, fuuuuuuuuck!"

Oh, that turned out to be more pleasurable than either you or Jungkook imagined, because his eyes were gigantic and his hips were furiously humping your hand, but you weren't holding him tight enough for him to cum. You raised your eyebrows at him and Jungkook gave you the most displeased expression he could muster (he looked cute as fuck, a complete fail), ash blond strands clinging to his forehead, nose scrunched up.

"That was for jacking off without me," you tutted.

"You would have gotten pissed if I woke you up to fuck," he pouted.

"I need beauty sleep to be beautiful."

"I hear facials actually help quite a lot."

You burst out laughing and Jungkook followed suit, his rich, full, almost wheezing laugh, until he realized you had swiped a condom from the nightstand (yup, they were casually in a little moon-shaped dish by the bed next to the chap stick and phone charger, says a lot about you two), fitted it on him, and then you sat on his dick.

"W-Wait – oooooooh, fuck!"

You waited a second for your body to adjust, forcefully stretched out by his thick girth, but it wasn't that bad when you were controlling your muscles and expecting it, so you started rocking your hips after the second, sighing in satisfaction. Jungkook's eyes rolled back into his head, his long fingers bunching up on his chest, raising his ass to get deeper with every slap of hips to hips, your body talking to his, heat rising through you, branching out your spine and to your limbs, the best kind of workout (your only workout, be honest here), clenching your core, making Jungkook snap his head back in panic, shaking his head furiously.

"I'm g-gonna cum if you keep going l-like that..."

You leaned down, brushing his hands away and spreading your fingers over his pecs, running your nails over his hard nipples. Jungkook whimpered, chewing on his lip, you turning the tempo from a fast one to a longer, slower, more complete stroke from head to base, soft ass smacking his soft balls. He looked up at you, moaning softly, pupils blown wide, rainbow shadows over his face (damn, he's pretty, eleven out of ten, for sure), gasping your name, his hands finding your forearms and caressing them, eyelashes fluttering.

"O-oh, fuck, p-please... faster... wanna cum... you're so fucking sexy... ah, fuck, wanna cum for you..."

No one could say no to that, especially not you.

You slid your arms down to the bed, right beside his head, and increased the force, intensifying it all, Jungkook's fingers flying up and holding onto your nipples, the sheer wildness of your own pace tugging and pulling on them, your breathing deepening, panting hard, wispy and hot, his name on your lips, pleasure all over, passionately fucking him into the bed, and him jutting his hips back into your soaked walls, throbbing against the tightness, so hot, fire coursing through you, your juices soaking his crotch and balls.

“Jungkook, oh, fuck, yes...”

You squeezed him hard and Jungkook thrust into you with a groan, all hardness and thickness violently burying itself into your overwhelming heat and you moaned lustfully, pussy shuddering around his wonderful cock, feeling it shiver repeatedly, his orgasm filling up the condom so much that you felt the latex stretch inside you, jarring jerks with each of Jungkook's soft cries, his head shoved into the pillows, blond hair fanning out like a halo and practically wearing out your name with how many times he was chanting it.

You reached and held down the condom as you unsheathed (the beast), collapsing against the bed and laying down, wheezing a little, greatly satisfied at your work.

"Boom."

You weakly reached up and mimed a firework with one hand.

"Like dynamite."

"Oh, my fucking God," Jungkook muttered, peeling off the condom and immediately snatching the towel next to the bed (also says a lot about you two) and another condom, yanking off the other one (trash can next to the bed already, again says – never mind, you get it) and cleaning himself off before putting on the new one. "On your back."

You rolled on your back, snickering. "Three parts dynamite, with a nitroglycerin cap–"

Jungkook clapped a hand on your mouth and it smelled a whole lot like his cum. "This is not the time to be quoting the Addams Family, you animal."

You nuzzled out of it, grinning. "I'm just saying I want an orgasm equivalent to blowing up a small house."

"Oh, you'll get it," Jungkook growled, yanking your hips to the center of the bed, pushing your legs up to your chest, almost bending you in half. "You ready?"

You bit your lip, still grinning. "Of course."

One hand left your leg and you were confused for a split second.

The next you were gasping, Jungkook rapidly smacking his hand into your clit and pussy, not hard, but constant, swift smacks that got you wetter and wetter, quivering and struggling for breath.

"J-Jungkook, oh f-fuck, Jungkook..." you whined, fingers digging into the sheets, twisting them, bouncing your hips towards him. He inhaled sharply, fitting his finger onto your clit and raising himself.

"W-wait – oh fuck!"

Jungkook chuckled and thrust into your wet warmth, rubbing your clit at the same time. Your body squirmed, trying to alleviate the sudden high rush of pleasure, but Jungkook was stronger (was this the reason he worked out? no complaints here), his free hand pressing your leg down into your chest, your other leg crammed against his shoulder, his hand snaking in between and stimulating your clit, not having to move because you were moaning helplessly, rutting against him repeatedly, pulsating all around him, so good, so good, throbs of desire against his callused fingertip, eyes rolling back. Hard cock, engorged clit worked into a frenzy, your own hips fucking him back so hard that Jungkook was moaning with you, your name tumbling out from those pink lips.

"Cum for me, fuck, you sound and look so sexy, come on, come on..."

You would have praise for him too if you could breathe, but you couldn't, pleasure so overwhelming that your eyes closed, getting there, getting so close, and Jungkook he kept going until you wailed his name, back arcing, your tits hitting your thighs, forearms taut and straining, lower body lurching towards him and leaking out slick juices all over his crotch and yours, so much so that his finger slipped and his nail nicked your clit, turning your moan into a howl of ecstasy.

"Oh, shit, are you ok–"

You grabbed his hips, ignoring whatever the fuck he was saying, and slammed him down into your pussy, making Jungkook lose his balance and put his hands on the bed, yelping, and you hissing in his face, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please, Jungkook, give me your cock, and Jungkook was saying something but your body gave no fucks, ears mysteriously broken at that specific moment, raising your hips to meet his as he sank down, Jungkook's face scrunching up and his pleas finally reaching your ears.

"H-Hold on, I want to last, stop, stop, stop..."

"Who cares about that, I need dick," was your very impatient response, but Jungkook grabbed your thighs and pinned you down, stopping you and him from moving, you whining and clenching around him.

"This is not p–"

Jungkook immediately fitted his hand over your mouth, narrowing his eyes at you. "No. Bad. Shush."

(How did he know you were going to say 'this is not poggers'?)

You wiggled your ass and Jungkook growled, pulling out and slamming back in, not fast, but powerful, cock getting harder and harder with your whines and cries behind his palm.

"This is what you need," he panted, deep and gravelly, one hand on the bed and one on your mouth, fucking you so hard that your ass was bouncing on the bed, creating a wet spot on the sheets with how drenched you were for Jungkook's lust-filled, husky voice. "Need me to fuck you silent, fuck, you're so tight and wet, come on, cum for me, cum for me, you sexy, sexy woman..."

Your body was already complying, pleasure wrapping all around, body so hot from the fire within, tongue pressed against his palm, moaning lewdly around his fingers as you came again, and he was so hard, fuck, Jungkook was so fucking hard right after he woke up, always, (a fucking mystery and eighth wonder of the world and your pussy was thoroughly investigating), so deep and so thick, your muscles clutching him tight, sucking him back in. His fingers separated a little, loosening his grip, and you heard your needy whimper mildly muffled by his digits.

"You're so good Jungkook, I love you, fuck, I love your cock, Jungkook..."

You looked up into his eyes, at his long hair hanging around his face, jaw clenched, smirking as he saw your gaze, biting the side of his lips in concentration.

"I love you too," he breathed. "You're the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world."

You clamped around him and Jungkook groaned, eyelids fluttering, grunting as he forcefully thrust into you, your name mixed with a moan as he came again, fully sheathing himself in your quivering, abused heat, warm pulses soothing him and you all over. The sheets stuck to your ass, covered in your sweet-smelling cum.

(Good thing that was on his side of the bed.)

His hand glided up your face, pushing back your hair, shuddering as he rutted into your core a few more times, savoring your tightness.

"You alright, my dude?" you whispered nonchalantly, gasping slightly.

Jungkook cracked one eye open. "Yeah, I'm fucking fantastic, bro."

"Pog-"

Jungkook shoved two fingers into your mouth and you choked a little, pouting around his fingers (you weren't surprised though, you knew it was coming).

"I will whip this dick out and slap you in the face with it."

"That's kinda nasty, but also sounds kinda hot," you gargled around his fingers.

"... You're right. Damn, he's asleep. Shit."

Jungkook pulled his fingers out and wiped them on the towel, frowning as he glanced down.

"Only him and not us, something seems a little inverted here."

Jungkook chuckled and leaned down to kiss you (another reason why he was the perfect partner, still being affectionate, regardless of your loony antics).

"I love you."

in which you anger jjk by being annoying - wait, that’s every day well, he still wants to bang you counter point

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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Teaming Up with Sam and Bucky ft Zemo

Pairing: FEM!Reader; Bucky Barnes x reader, Sam Wilson x reader; platonic(?), let’s throw in some Zemo x reader

Summary: What it would be like to team up with our favorite duo. Takes place during TFATWS.

Warnings: none, TFATWS SPOILERS. Lowkey a mess :D

A/n: Ever since TFATWS came out I’ve been reminded of how much I love Bucky and Sam. Also I have a new found love for Zemo. I’ve just been so obsessed with this series and I’ve been reading so many fics about it, so I decided to finally write my own :) Enjoy my loves❤️

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You’re basically working with a bunch of children.

The children mostly being Sam and Bucky, though Zemo does have his moments once he joins you three.

You’ve known dumb and dumber for a few years now, being part of the Avengers, you’ve worked with Sam on multiple missions. The friendship blooming somewhere in between.

You were also close friends with Steve; when he first came out the ice, you were assigned to help him adjust to the modern world by Fury. He would tell you a bunch of stories of him and Bucky running into trouble or Bucky always saving his ass whenever he was getting beaten up.

Eventually, you finally got to meet Bucky, though he wasn’t Bucky, he was the Winter Soldier. Your introduction to each other was quite memorable to say the least.

He choked you with that metal arm of his and for a split second you swore you might’ve found it attractive—till he threw your body against a car.

You sided with Cap during the accords and helped him protect Bucky. When that whole mess was over, Steve asked you to stay with Bucky in Wakanda to make sure he would be safe.

You were the first person to have some kind of bond with Bucky. Before and after he was freed from Hydra’s hold on him, you were always someone he knew he could trust.

When Steve told you what he was going to do while retuning the stones he told you to watch over them.

“Promise me you’ll keep an eye on Buck and Sam?” He asked you, sitting on the edge of your bed. He had snuck into your room late at night, knowing you were wide awake.

You squeezed his hand reassuringly, a lazy smile on your lips, “They don’t need me, I’m sure they’re capable of surviving on their own.” Steve breathes out a laugh and shakes his head, “You’d be surprised.”

“But seriously, (y/n), they need you. You know how they get when they’re together. You’re the only person in the world who knows how to deal with the both of them at the same time.” Steve reasons, his baby blues sparkling in the darkness of the guest room of Tony’s lake house.

“Make sure they’re not on the verge of killing each other or running into too much trouble?” You tiredly nod, sleep slowly consuming your body. “I promise, they’re gonna be alright, Steve.”

Sometimes you found yourself looking up at the sky, cursing at it—or Steve—for leaving you with two of the most childish and stubborn men you’ve ever known in your life.

You were like the mother of the group; breaking up fights, making sure they skipped no meals, patching up their boo-boos, etc.

“Will you stop staring at me?” Sam snapped, tossing his goggles onto the seat beside him to glare at Bucky.

“I’m not staring at you.” Bucky remarked from across Sam. His flesh and metal arm crossing with each other as he stared at Sam challengingly.

“Yes, you are. Your eyes are connecting with mine. You’re literally staring at me right now!” Sam pointed out, to which Bucky rolled his eyes at.

“Because I’m talking to you, genius. I wasn’t staring at you.” Bucky quipped.

“Yes you were!”

“No I wasn’t!”

This continued till they were sick of bickering with each other, finally yelling out your name for help.

The arguments were straight up petty. Bucky wouldn’t admit it, but he was the pettiest.

Exhibit 1: “LoOKiNG StrONg jOHn!”

Like seriously? Bucky’s the pettiest bitch, nobody can tell me otherwise.

You and Sam would definitely find it amusing how Bucky doesn’t trust Redwing.

Obviously, you all despise John Walker. Just the thought of him left a bad taste in your mouth.

He was like a fly that you all couldn’t get rid of. But because you were all painfully patient people—mostly you and Sam—you had to deal with his bullshit despite the way he annoyed you all.

Totally loosing your shit when Bucky helps Zemo break himself out of prison.

“Please tell me you didn’t do what I think you did.” You groaned, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose together.

Bucky looks at you with feign innocence; his mouth agape and puppy eyes. “I—didn’t do...anything(?).”

“You helped Zemo break out of prison didn’t you?” You crossed your arms at him, hip jutting out. As if on cue, Sokovian sugar daddy walks into the abandoned garage you were all in.

Before you can explode on him, Bucky tried to calm you down, “Wait, I technically didn’t do anything though! It was his plan!”

Zemo definitely lives up to being the ✨Sokovian Sugar Daddy✨ of your dysfunctional group.

I think you’d all be surprised at how rich he was. The amount of connections he had wasn’t that big of a shocker.

No like seriously, homie was pulling all sorts of shit out his ass; cars, private planes, houses in different countries, etc.

You all had a love hate relationship with Zemo. On days when he was actually helpful, you all got a long. On the days when things got horribly messy, Zemo couldn’t even let a word out since Sam would tell him to “shut up”.

Though that still doesn’t excuse the fact that he got the Avengers to spilt up and go against each other.

When you guys are all hiding out in one of Zemo’s apartments or homes, you would probably cook breakfast, lunch, or dinner for everyone.

They actually loved it when you cooked because it made the atmosphere feel a bit homey and calm compared to the current situation you were all in.

You were the person they can all go to. You were easy to talk to, making it easier for them to open up to you.

You always checked in on them mentally and physically. For example, you knew Sam felt guilty about giving up the shield, but Bucky never made him forget about his choice. You were there to reassure him that he thought he was doing the right thing and didn’t know the hidden agenda of the government.

You were like their on the go therapist, babysitter, and partner.

Sometimes Bucky and Sam would even argue for your attention.

“Can you stop hogging (y/n) please? Her ears might fall off from hearing you yap all day.” Bucky said as he gently took your arm and dragged you away from Sam.

“You literally spent the whole day with her yesterday, you’re the one who needs to stop hogging (y/n).” Sam argued, grabbing onto your other arm.

“I didn’t get to spend time with (y/n).” Zemo mentioned from his seat in the kitchen, a glass of whisky in his hand. Bucky simply turned to him and pointed, “NO!”

Honestly what’s a friendship with Bucky and Sam without some harmless flirting. They weren’t gonna lie, you were gorgeous, the most attractive one out of the group.

When you guys had to go undercover at Madripoor, both times with Zemo and Sharon, you had to wear dresses that were a bit revealing. Maybe your chest was a bit shown, but the dress definitely showed off your legs.

“So what do you guys think?” You stopped at the bottom of the stairs of Sharon’s apartment, doing a little spin to show off your outfit.

Both Bucky and Sam’s jaws drop, Zemo probably nodding in approval in the corner.

You can’t forget about the nicknames: maybe doll, sweetheart, or darlin’ from Bucky and the typical Louisiana Cher from Sammy.

While fighting against the Flag Smashers or anyone in general, you guys always had each other’s back.

You could directly be fighting someone, but you’ll naturally have an eye on Sam and Bucky to make sure nobody was sneaking up on them.

It’s a given that you all patch each other up after some fight.

You were all very protective of each other. If there’s one thing Sam and Bucky can agree on, it’s their instinct to protect you.

Like how you kept an eye on them, they also kept their eyes on you. Even though they knew you could hold your own.

“Could you walk?” Sam asked you as you laid on the concrete floor. You were double teamed by a couple of Flag Smashers. Two super soldiers against a normal person, you totally got your ass handed to you.

You pushed yourself up to rest on your elbows, “I’m fine, just got dropped kicked twice, but I’ll be fine.”

Sam smiled at you, “That’s my girl.”

Though the two can be a handful and argue almost every minute, you loved the both of them tremendously. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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